Title: The Guardians

(I wanted to call it something else, but nothing ever came to mind…)

More Summary: It is said that when the universe needs them most the guardians will return, their powers passed down through generations until their souls are reborn. That time is finally here. The Guardians have returned, even is they do not yet know it…

Notes: This story is an attempt to re-write Stargate from the beginning of the series upon the premise that a group of power beings (not the ascended--although I have no plan as of now to explain their existence) have singled out two seemingly inconsequential teenagers - - one of which is Skaara - - to undertake the endeavor of returning the balance to the universe.

Naturally this will be full on alternative universe. A lot of things I will keep the same as in the series, and have the two main characters fighting their own battles alongside SG-1, but there are just some things about the series that irks me (like the deaths of Kawalsky and Sha'uri; not to mention the whole Jack/Sam thing) that I intend to change. Kawalsky lives! Sha'uri (or Sha're if you prefer) will most likely be saved, and Jack and Sam… well, fate has something a little more exciting in store for them. Beware, I am J/S shipper, so if you don't like them together you may not like that bit…

Feedback: If you please… R&R. I tend to try and be creative in my stories and I would love to know what the fans think. Do you like it or not? I don't tolerate flames however, so unless you are going to be helpful forget it. But if you want to say something constructive please do… I'm always looking to improve my writing. Reviews remind me that people still care about what I am putting out…

Enjoy. The Prologue's not that good... but i think the first chapter makes up for it.

Prologue

Destiny

Somewhere in space the radiant glowing of a star heralds it's dramatic demise. It's once lively pulse becomes brighter and brighter - - and then something strange happens. Threads of light, like liquid fire erupt from it's surface, twisting and melting together in a spectacular but unseen show of fatal beauty. The many threads became two and in one final act, as if powered by the will of the dying star alone, they shoot out into the darkness of the boundless universe.

And the star goes dark. Yet the task is complete, and the destinies of two written in the books of fate . . .

- - -

Adom Jabari waited patiently outside the birthing room, his face a mask of anxiety. This was his first child, a female the oracles had told him. Usually a female was a matter of concern, but Adom was excited. He and his wife had tried for years for a child, and when they finally succeeded the gender of the child meant nothing. She was to be theirs.

"Master Jabari?" One of the midwives came out into the hallway. "It is over. You may come in now." Adom nodded and followed the slight woman into the room. He believed the old superstition about not letting a male into the room during birth was absurd, but he had not questioned them.

Upon entering he caught the bright eyes of his wife. She smiled gently as he laid a hand on her shoulder. In her arms was their daughter. "Her name is Khe'pri."

Adom gazed down at the child. Wisps of gold already adorned her tiny head, and when she blinked he saw the same brilliant blue eyes of his wife reflected in the girl's face.

"She is going to be very special."

- - -

On a separate, faraway word a similar event was taking place. A little girl peeked around the corner into the room where her father was sitting with her mother. Her dark hair fell into her face and she pushed it away, annoyed that it was getting away. She wanted to see the new baby. Maybe she would have a sister. Having a sister would be very nice. They could play together and share secrets, giggle in the confines of the dark.

They would be confidants; perhaps even cause trouble together.

She smiled to herself as she thought of all the possibilities a sister meant, but her thoughts were interrupted as a voice called from within. "Sha'uri, you may come in." She winced, she hadn't meant to let them know she was there, she was supposed to be asleep.

"Yes, father." She said, appearing from the darkness.

"Come here, I want you to meet someone."

"Do I have a sister?" Sha'uri cried, excitedly, forgetting about possibly being in trouble. Her father only smiled.

"Even better." He bade her forward. "This is Skaara. Your brother."

Brother. The girl was skeptical at first, but as she leaned over to look at him her smile returned. Dark eyes met hers and she was won. Yes, this was much better than a sister. "Skaara." She repeated.