By Ginger Marin

Long ago, when only animals walked the earth and the land was brutally harsh and the seas everywhere roiled from the turbulence of underground volcanoes, no one noticed the strange large object, a ship, that hovered above, waiting and watching. 

When it swooped down upon a herd of dinosaurs, it mattered not.  The large animals were gone in a flash, flesh incinerated and nothing but heaps of bones left behind, except for the skulls.
 
The ship moved silently over and across the vast continents, gathering specimens both large and small until only a few animals were left behind.  Insects and the small ancient birds, which hid amongst the dense trees and in caves and thick nests in the ground, escaped the fate that decimated most of what lived here.  And after what might have been a very, very long time, the ship again soared high and disappeared in the dark skies and flew far, far away.

From that day on and for a long time after, the skies were silent. 

Millennia passed, and from the primordial ooze, out crawled what would eventually become man.  And other animals evolved from the muck and what once was barren, flourished anew.  Thousands more years passed; animals came and went and man eventually grew to become the king of all within his realm.  (proceed to Chapter 2: BrainTrackers: The Middle)