He hovered above the planet, gazing at it. It seemed so much prettier than his own. It seemed so peaceful compared to the wars raging on his planet. It needed help from an outsider.
His fingers brushed the black misty substance hovering in front of his face, which was supplying him air. Space seemed so free compared to the choking air on his planet. For what seemed like forever, he had watched resistance forces rise up, only to be slapped back down. It pained him every single time.
His eyes focused on a certain part of the planet. It was in the northern hemisphere, and it was a very hot summer there right now. He zoomed in even more to a certain person in his backyard, lugging out a large basket of laundry. He set it down, wiping his brow and panting.
The traveler narrowed his eyes, the misty substance pulsing for a split second. Out of anyone who had the capability of saving his planet, it had to be him.
Of course, there were other choices, but he had a feeling that his planet needed the person he had chosen; just for his skill set.
He nodded to himself. Stop doubting yourself, he chided. If he doesn't work out...you have others to rely on. You're being forced to do it.
He turned around, crossing his arms. That was when he saw a complication, floating right behind him. Not good.
In a flash of light, the mysterious person was gone.
To be continued…
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