Manipulator Of Time: Year One Billion B.C.E.

A red temporal gate came into existence, and as it fully opened the same man stepped out, his feet coming into contact with solid rock. His dark hair waved with a passing breeze as the gateway closed, eyes fixed upon the sight of an open lava pit before him; he stood upon the lip of an activate volcano. He took a deep breath, which only spawned a coughing fit a moment later; clearly the air wasn't very fit for land based life yet. The oxygen much too thin, and he knew then that he would have to work quickly, lest his death were to come and the plan be foiled.

He moved closer to the churning open pit of molten rock, halting only when he came to the very edge. His skin reacted as best it could to the heat; he began to sweat. It was an ineffective and poor means to cool himself when faced with a force of nature beyond what his evolutionary form was meant to handle for long periods of time, but it was all his body could offer him.

Holding up his hand he revealed to the world a shard of red crystal, a substance that was completely and utterly alien to the planet. Even so, it would, in the vast stretches of time that would follow, become not only a sought after material, but also the symbol of a royal line that would not be broken for nearly the whole of Humanities existence.

With his other hand rising to the occasion he gripped the alien crystalline structure, hands on the extremes ends. With a swift motion he snapped the crystal in twain, only to pull the two halves apart. From the ragged, broken edges of the break, new crystal began to grow; soon, there were two crystals, the same size as the original.

One became two, just as his Master had told him.

"With this, my Master's plan will find its foundation. This planet shall be seeded with the stone that will forever push it toward evolution."

He spoke, as if announcing to the lifeless surface that its very future was to be shaped for the use of another, alien form.

Quickly, he cast the crystal in his right hand into the molten rock that filled the volcano; his eyes watched it slowly sink, into the depths of blistering hot magma. Moments later, he turned and began to walk back to where he first entered this time period, then raised his left hand, lifting the crystal in it.

As if on cue, the red portal opened for him; it was as though the crystal compelled time to rip open and allow him passage between its many twists and turns.

Upon entering the gate, he could not help but smile; he had built to foundation, and the future his Master desired would be built upon it.

He would see to that.