Title: Purity
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Pre-series
Category: Drama
Spoilers: Just vague ones of who Teal'c is and what he does.
Ties into the flashbacks on the episode Threshold in Season 5.
Pairing/Character: Teal'c
Prompt 061: Winter
Summary: Teal'c seeks purity in the cold of winter.
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: My first fic from the LJ community challenge
called stargatefic100. The full table can be found here. Once the
full 100 is complete, I will update the Challenge Page and other pages
accordingly.
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When the snow of winter
came, that is when Teal'c would journey to Crying Rock.
The brac'nor the sacred
pilgrimage only began at the first snowfall. He, like many of his fellow
Jaffa, would watch for the signs of the gods. There was the brisk wind, the
chill to the air, and the gray cold sky. Every Jaffa on Chulak knew when it
would come; the gods made it so. No one Jaffa, whether warrior, woman, or child
could deny the power of winter as it chilled their bones. It was the time of
reparation, for Jaffa to atone for their wrongdoings and disservice to the
gods. It was a time where they must have faith that Apophis would bring them
light and goodness once again.
Teal'c journeyed to the
mountain. He wished his beloved Drey'auc good-bye and told her to warm her
heart. He would return, as he always did, and he would provide for her and
their future child. But the way of the brac'nor called to him now.
Atop the jagged mount,
Teal'c stood tall and proud. From here, he could see the world of Apophis and
for a brief moment nearly felt as he did felt as if he were a god. He could
see passed the trees, over the rivers and hills, down into the valleys. Smoke
billowed from the small towns that littered the landscape below Apophis'
palace. The palace might tower above the Jaffa, reminding them of their place,
but it could not compare to the majesty at Crying Rock.
Teal'c breathed in the icy
air. He allowed it to permeate everything within him. The cool air chilled him
but did not harden his heart. The clean air instead purified him, helped chase
the sins from his body, and wash away the bloodstained marks of a thousand
battles from his hands.
All in the name of his
god.
As he fell to his knees,
sinking into the wet snowy ground, he closed his eyes and allowed his soul to
soar over Chulak.
He was free.
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