Ok. So here’s the deal. I was born during the Time of Old on the planet Earth, a country called Scotland. My name, my real name, no longer matters. The only person alive who remembers it is myself. Now I am called Seer, or Cira, or Cici. Each name has a specific time and place where they are too be used, but for the most part, I am known as Seer.
The Time of Old was when Earth was still in the dark. We dreamed about aliens, thought they were real, but never actually saw one. Then along came these human looking creatures that told us they were here because they needed our water. We tried giving them bottled. They took our oceans. Anyone who resisted, died. Some survived and scattered throughout the Milky Way. But only a few. Now Earth is a dead wasteland uninhabitable by any creature in the universe.
It is strange how the name Seer came into place. It is more of my title that the public uses, like how my crew calls me Commander. Most people, or aliens, call me it, unless they are friends or “family.” Anyway, while most people, or aliens, use 15% of their brain (more then we did on Earth actually), I use 90. I blame the first Lord of the Grey, or as everyone else calls them, Feared.
Every action, thought, and event from the beginning of time to the end, I see in that 75% of extra brainpower. Everything. So basically, I am like some great seer, only instead of guessing, I know for certain.
Eventually, Cira came off of Seer and Cici came off that. But I only use Cici in public. I don’t really like people knowing who I am. They might greatly respect me, but they also want to know what happens in their future. One of my biggest rules: don’t tell anyone the future or past or even present unless absolutely necessary. Rule number two: don’t get involved, unless something horrible and universe-ending might happen.
That’s how I got to be where I am. I live on the awful planet, Sone. I hate it here. Ok, sorry, I greatly dislike Sone. It is hot and humid, plus the entire planet is one big sand dune.
Well, the newest Lord of the Grey is one of those power-crazed nuts, so he follows the standard Feared. Only difference is, he is smart enough to make it work. He would’ve done well on the Yellow.
Oh, goodness. Where are my manners? There are always, and I mean always, two sides in the galaxy. The side called Darkness and the other side named Lighting. I personally call them Grey and Yellow, hence the name Lord of the Grey. It’s really black and white here. There is no colored areas, no in-between. Just two sides. That’s all.
A dear friend of mine, Tletaphn, and myself where sitting outside a coffee shop of sorts (though it doesn’t serve coffee) on some boxes, just talking. It was nothing of any importance, just trying to figure out how to bring down Feared, which I already knew how, but no way was I telling him.
“Tlet! Cici!” We looked up to see Hana waving at us, two strangers behind her. I liked Hana. Unlike a lot of people, aliens, whatever, she was selfless and truly kind. Her story is sad, though. Her son was kidnapped from her when he was four. She believes him to be dead. I met him for the first time when he was 13. I never told her.
“Hello, Hana!” Tlet was always so polite. It got on my nerves sometimes. He needed to loosen up a little bit.
“There’s a sand storm coming. Are you going to make it home in time, Cici? You live kind of far away?”
I glanced to the west to see a giant cloud of brown headed straight for the small town. Chances were, my house (if it could even be called that) was already “under the weather.”
“Probably not.” I uncaringly answered. Truth is, I didn’t care.
“You two should come stay at my hut. Keep out of this storm.”
“Thank you, Hana.” Ugh. Again, always so polite. Except to me. The jerk.
We reached her sandy colored house just as the storm reached the town. The houses here reminded me of the ones in Arizona. My family during the Time of Old once visited L.A. and had stayed overnight in Phoenix.
As Hana ran around making the tea like drink, Tlet and I took seats across the room from the two other people. One was a girl. The only part of her I could see where her black eyes. The man had choppy brown hair with green eyes. He seemed tense and alert, like he was hiding from someone.
Quickly, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and they half closed like they do when I want to focus more on a specific time. What I saw confused me. That man, the one so tense, was the Lord of the Grey, Feared. But his childhood was the part that made me ask the question, “Who are you?”
One more thing: the mc should be really interesting, they're keeping the whole story together! However, I was really caught by the opening sentence("OK. So here's the deal.") Tweak the word choice around a little bit and this can be a good read! 
You do have an original premise and interesting plot, 
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