I can still remember the day the visitors from Earth came to my planet, Vorash, through the sacred circle we call the Chappa'i and saved my people. I was cooking the sun down meal for my family, away at the hunt, when I heard a sound that startled me. It was nothing I'd ever heard anywhere on Vorash. I went to investigate and was floored by what I saw. The great inner ring of the Chappaa'i was spinning. Amazing, was the first word that came to mind. Imagine watching of the portal of the gods, silent for generations, opening before your eyes. The very thought of the gods ever returning sent shivers down my spine. The possibilities were racing through my head at the speed of light, when I was brought back to reality by the sudden stop of the wheel. The first thing I thought was that this was a practical joke from the gods meant for their enjoyment. But the Chappa'i was not done. A moment after silence took over; an explosion of water rushed at me creating the shape a rock makes when thrown in water then retreated back in to the opening of the Chappa'i, leaving behind a shimmering pool of water. This was not taking place in water though, it was in the empty space that surrounds Vorash.

Not being able to except it all I simply decided it was all a dream and that I would wake-up at any moment. This illusion was shattered in an instant as four beings, three men and a women, stepped though the pool of water. I had to accept that all of this was real and that the gods with glowing eyes had returned. What horror did they bring? Would they destroy our cities with their magic and take half of our population away to serve them as they did generations ago?

After walking down the steps in front of the Chappa'i, the beings approached me. That's when I noticed him. He was the large, built man with skin as dark as night and eyes to match that I had seen night after night in my dreams. I knew then that these were not gods, but mortal men like I and that this man was my soul mate. Wasting no time, I ran up to him, took him in my arms and confessed my love telling him how long I had been waiting to see his face. After my years of waiting for this moment, I had expected a loving welcome, but his only response to my confession was a cocked eyebrow, a sign of distrust. His friends weren't any more welcoming. For they started speaking in gibberish to one another, ignoring me. First the man with gray hair said, "Teal'c, what did you do?" and the women with blond hair responded, "Seems to me, Sir, that this native girl is smitten with Teal'c." The man with gray hair opened his mouth, but before he could say anything his friends put in an enthusiastic 'Ya Think' for him then proceeded to laugh at his dumfounded expression.