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Rating: NC17
There are sections that are NC-17…..Please be aware and if you come to a
section and it makes you uncomfortable, they can be safely skipped, as the
story line is not hindered by cutting them out.
Pairing: Sam/Martouf/Lantash ~
Lantash/other ~ Daniel/Sam
~ Daniel/other ~
Malek/other ~ Mention of other pairings although their story is not
followed closely: Janet/Other, Jacob/other, … Jack? Well, maybe not this story, but at one point,
his interest is caught.
Summary:
Sam must help ensure the survival
of the All and the destruction of Bastet.
At
Thor's request the Furlings send one of their elite Warriors to join SG1 - Her
arrival is the beginning of a series of upheavals for the Tau'ri, the Tok'Ra
and the Goa'uld. Threatened total
destruction is almost the least of their problems. This new player joins SG-1 and the Tok’Ra in
the fight against the Goa’uld. However,
this player may not be new at all, since she has past ties with the Tok’Ra and
to the Earth. Her arrival in the fight
will stir up things, not only with the Tok’Ra, but with the members of SG-1 as
well.
Warning: Character Death
– might be a temporary thing.
Blood, chapter 34. Sexual context
and scenes…scattered throughout.
Status: Complete
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fanfiction.net - PG-13 version,
Linked at Helio2 and ScienceTwins, anywhere else please ask.
Author:
Pagan Twylight
(a.k.a. Kate)
PG-13
Version at fanfiction.net :
http://www.fanfiction.net/~pagantwylight
If
you enjoy this story please send feedback to : [email protected]
Furling dictionary can be
found here: furlingdictionary.htm
“Italics” – Symbiote-Host or
Telepathic communication
Adorata wyn – My adored one
Blood of My Heart, Beloved of My
Soul is Book I in The Tok’Ra Legacy Series.
Written 5/2004 to 12/2004
Blood of My Heart,
Beloved of My Soul
Chapter 1
Daniel Jackson looked at the ancient writings on the wall in front of him. Well, ancient as in old, not as in Ancient. Unfortunately, he had no idea what it said. At least, not yet. However, something said that he should know. He should know.
Turning to go back
toward the open door of the temple, he saw Sam coming toward him, the sun
shining on her hair, allowing a halo of light to encircle her head.
He shook his head as he remembered the oddity of how they had found this place. They had been on a planet where the civilization had most decidedly been of the Ancients. Amongst the writings, pieces of pottery, and shards of stone had been a tablet, and on it had been the gate address. One that wasn’t found on either the Abydos cartouche or in those that Jack had entered into the database when he had the knowledge of the Ancients. They had spent a week going over those ruins looking for other addresses like it and had found none.
When the M.A.L.P.
had been sent through, they had all held their breaths; everyone, that is, but
Jack, who still couldn’t figure out the significance of what they had
found. They had only one or two
addresses that led to a Furling world, and Daniel had felt it was very
important that they follow it. Of the
Four Great Races of the
The M.A.L.P. had gone through to a picture-perfect world. Nothing moved but an occasional animal; everything appeared quiet, calm, and hospitable. The planet in question was sunny and mild with an atmosphere that was an almost exact match for Earth, less the pollutants. Now, here they stood, and still there were no threats. There were no natives to meet them in either friendly or non-friendly spirits; indeed, nothing stirred but some indigenous animal life that appeared, so far, to be harmless.
Daniel shook his head as he watched Sam wend her way up the incline to the temple. Nothing. So why did it feel so right that Sam should be walking up that path, and that he should be waiting for her? Why this feeling of—of recognition, expectation? Daniel frowned. Where did that thought come from? Sam looked different, but he couldn’t pinpoint how. She seemed very much at home, her walk graceful, but at the same time, alert and stealthy. Daniel frowned, shaking his head, and when he looked again, Sam was the same Sam he had known for several years now. That was weird. Almost a déjà vu type of thing, but that wasn’t possible. They weren’t even on Earth.
He rubbed his eyes
and sighed. He was not getting enough
sleep lately. He’d been up late every
night, trying to see if he could make anything out from the very poor images
that the M.A.L.P. had sent them. It had
sat here in this temple for a week, and they had moved it around and captured
images of the walls, but it just wasn’t the same as seeing them. Finally, he had managed to get the General to
agree to a four-day exploration mission.
Jack had gone ballistic, but the General had pointed out that Daniel did
have a valid point. As one of the four
races in the Alliance with the Asgard, the Nox, and the Ancients, the Furling
were potential allies, and this place should be explored. Daniel could explore the
“Hey, Daniel, how’s it going?” Sam wanted to know when she was within hailing distance.
Daniel shook his head at her. “Slow, Sam, very slow. I can’t make heads or tails of any of this. It’s the oddest thing, though,” he laughed, almost sheepishly, “every time I look at it, I feel like I should be able to read it. Just… read it.” He frowned.
“What, Daniel? What is it?” Sam asked, aware that Daniel’s posture meant that something had clicked. She’d seen it happen over and over again. Suddenly she looked up and frowned herself. She could have sworn that someone was standing there and watching them. Glancing around, she saw nothing but dust motes dancing on streams of sunlight. It wasn’t even an uncomfortable feeling; it was just…odd. Yeah. Odd.
Easily shaking off the feeling, she said again, “Daniel?”
“It says,
“What?” Sam asked.
“What?” Daniel answered.
“Daniel,” Sam said, patiently, “You just called me adorata wyn. What is that?”
“I did?”
“Yes. Daniel, are you all right?”
“Um, uh, yeah, Sam, I’m fine,” he said absently, as he continued to study the wall. Suddenly spinning around and facing the doorway he asked, “Did you feel that?”
“What? I didn’t feel anything.” Sam said quietly, as she watched him carefully. He didn’t seem alarmed or even upset, just curious.
He shook his head. “It was odd. Just a breeze, a, I don’t know, it was as if something touched my mind and my-” He shook his head again. “There is something profound here, Sam. I don’t know what it is about this place, but it...” He stopped speaking, only to start again almost immediately, “It’s a place of both peace and power. How odd.”
“What, Daniel?” Sam was glad that she wasn’t saying “who”; she’d begin to feel like an owl. “What seems odd? And I thought you said that you couldn’t read any of this?”
“I can’t,” Daniel declared, obviously frustrated.
“Well, you just did.” Sam pointed to the words at the top of the wall that were larger than the others. “You just read that.”
Daniel frowned. “That’s impossible, Sam. I don’t recognize any of the words on this. Not only that, but it’s not the same as the Furling we found on Ernest’s planet. It’s very similar, but it’s different, maybe a later evolution of the language. Or an earlier one.”
“Daniel Jackson, you just read that line of characters to me,” Sam said firmly.
“And what did I say that it meant?” He asked, realizing that if he had really somehow come up with any of the words, they might be used as a key.
“You looked up there
and said that it says the
Daniel nodded, recognizing it as she said it. “Yes, that’s right,” he said slowly, “But, how do I know that, Sam?”
“I don’t know, Daniel, but if it’s right, will it help with the rest of this?”
“I hope so. Assuming it’s right.”
“Oh. My. God. What beautiful animals,” Sam breathed her words softly.
Looking up and following her gaze, Daniel’s eyes widened. The two humans stood in awe, staring at the two animals that sat outside one of the open doorways. One looked very much like a massive, golden lion. It cocked its head and returned Sam’s gaze, as if asking what she wanted to know. The other was similar to the lion-like animal, but pure black with a slightly shorter ruff. Both animals had eyes that were a pure, deep green.
As they stood and started toward the two humans, Daniel said quietly, “They won’t hurt us.”
“I know,” Sam answered absently, a frown on her forehead. She felt there was something she should remember. She knelt as the Great Golden One, as she had named it in her head, came to her. It was so tall that she had to remain upright on her knees, and still it lowered its head to rest it on her shoulder. As she placed her arms around its neck, she felt at peace and safe; cared for and protected.
Daniel knelt on one knee as the massive black cat came to him. As it lowered its head to him and Daniel placed his arms around its neck, he felt anguish. Soul-searing, heart-breaking anguish. It passed almost as quickly as it had come, to be replaced by all the things Sam had felt. The peace was wonderful. The calm was shattered by the sound of a P90 being hefted, and a “What the hell?”
The couple of the floor let go of the animals and turned toward a shocked O’Neill. Shifting to their feet, they started to protest, when Teal’c said, “I do not believe they intended any harm, and they have left, O’Neill.” Even standing next to them, Sam and Daniel had neither felt nor seen them leave; they had moved that stealthily.
“What did you think you were doing?” Jack O’Neill barked. “Those things were huge.”
“They were friendly, Jack. There was no animosity or danger around them at all.”
“He’s right, sir. They were more like big dogs than big cats. You can’t gauge an alien by comparing it to what you’ve seen on Earth. They were friendly.”
“And just how do you know that, Major?”
“Well, Jack, if they weren’t, we’d be dead with only little pieces of us left, unless they just dragged us off with them, in which case there wouldn’t even be pieces,” Daniel replied logically before Sam could say anything. Then he frowned. “They could be some kind of guardians of this place, and they knew we weren’t going to hurt it.”
Teal’c nodded. “Indeed, O’Neill, I felt the same thing. They were not threatening us. We will be very safe here.”
“You know, Teal’c, if I didn’t know from experience that you were usually right about that kind of thing, I’d say we were nuts for staying anywhere near those two things. The way it is, I think we’ll stay in here tonight, near the gate. If they went to get their buddies, I don’t want to be cut off from the gate.”
“As you wish, O’Neill. There is a sheltered place over there for a fire.”
“No need, Teal’c, there are several other rooms here and one of them looks like it was a place that they used to prepare food. The hearth may be usable. If not, then we can move it outside.”
“I will check it out, Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c said, as he headed in the direction that Daniel nodded.
“All the comforts of home, Daniel?”
“Not exactly, Jack, but I really don’t think there is anything here that will harm us.”
“Friendly spirits, Daniel?” Jack asked sarcastically.
A breeze blew through the room, ruffling their hair. None of them noticed that no wind had touched anything else, not even the dust that was everywhere around them. They began setting up their camp.
The four days had turned out great for Jack, who found a lake with fish. Oddly, Teal’c enjoyed exploring the ruins, which, it turned out, were extensive. They lay spread along the bottom of a large hill. The temple stood about half way up the side of the same hill. Trees surrounded it, but had not over grown it, and a small waterfall could be heard not far away. It was a beautiful place. Sam seemed content to sit with him, and he was content to be with her, for the most part. The third day, almost no further along with translating the wall than he had been when they arrived, he woke up to find himself lying on the floor, cradling Sam in his arms. On one side of him was the Great Golden One. On the other was the Dragon’s Paw, as he had half-laughingly named him. Seeing Daniel awake, they arose and left as quietly as they had come.
Daniel shook his head. He rarely took a nap, and for him and Sam to do so, together like this, was unheard of. At his desk or her lab table, maybe, but not wrapped in each other’s arms. And he didn’t even remember lying down. Smiling down at the sleeping woman resting beside him, he quietly got up and moved back to the wall. He’d let her awaken on her own, and she never needed to know that they had gone to sleep and cuddled.
He sighed. Every time he looked at the wall, he had the disquieting feeling that he should be able to read it. And sometimes a word popped into his head. None of it seemed to lead to any other discovery about the script, although he knew it had to be there.
So far, all he had
found, he thought, was that this was the
Something at the bottom of the wall caught his attention. Crouching down, he looked at it for what felt like the thousandth time. This time, he felt its meaning. The Prophecy of the All. That made no more sense than the rest.
Looking back at the top, he again read the first sentence that had come to him, The Temple of the Dragon of the Fire. The Warrior. The Slayer. Daniel closed his eyes. Why, why, were these words popping into his head in such random order, and giving no clue to the translation of the remainder? Perhaps it was a good thing that they were leaving tomorrow. Maybe once he was back in his own world, this would stop happening.
One thing was sure; there were no big honkin’ space guns, or weapons of any kind that would help them in their fight against the System Lords. It was about time to go. Tomorrow would see them wrapping it up and leaving here. He had videotapes of everything that he felt might be of interest. He had spent one day wandering in the ruins with Teal’c and had taped them, too.
It was a good thing that Jack had been able to fish, otherwise, he would have been complaining about the giant, galactic waste of time that the trip had been. He grinned. Instead, all they kept hearing about were the ones that got away. And the lake was very close to the temple, so he could do that and guard them at the same time. Not that there was anything here to harm them. This had to be one of the safest places that they’d ever explored. They should put this planet on their list of possible evacuation sites.
It had been a relaxing few days, and they had each enjoyed it in their own way, which was unusual in and of itself. He didn’t think any of them would be in a hurry to leave tomorrow, but the outside world was waiting. Tomorrow, they would leave this dream world and go back to reality.
The woman strode swiftly, yet calmly,
towards her objective, seemingly oblivious to what was around her.
Had anyone been watching, they would
have seen a slender, well-proportioned female of medium height and
indeterminate age. She could have been
younger or older, but was probably of some middle age. Something about her made it very hard to
determine with any accuracy.
Some would call her beautiful, others simply
attractive. All would have used the
words peaceful and serene.
At first glance, there appeared to be
nothing striking about her at all. Her
hair was short, cut in feathery layers.
It was dark gold, laced with streaks that ranged from white to silver to
deep burnished gold, and they caught the light and glinted with each stray ray
that happened upon them.
Her skin was golden in color, almost,
some would say, as tawny as a great golden lion’s. Her hands were beautiful, elegantly long
fingered, slender and soft. Her
movements as she walked along were graceful and sensuous, bringing to mind a
lithe, stealthy feline. Her mouth was
full and well shaped; her cheekbones high and well defined. All in all, no more than quite attractive to
look upon until, that is, one looked into the eyes.
Those eyes were the most arresting
shade of violet and the slant in the shape and the blackness of the long thick
lashes were exotic in the extreme. They
had been called glorious and enchanting; in a word beautiful. Anyone who looked into them would see more,
however. They would see a very old and
very wise soul looking back. A soul who
had seen and done much, and knew both the beauties of the universe and the
horrors. Depending on who was looking,
they would either feel very comfortable and safe, or extremely fearful. Either reaction would not have surprised her,
for she was accustomed to seeing both.
Her clothing might appear
strange. Made of some softly clinging
fabric it consisted of a black tunic trimmed with gold lacing and black
tight-like pants. Trim black boots were
laced to her knees. A black gold trimmed
cloak flowed from her shoulders and swirled to within an inch or so of the
ground. It was secured at the shoulder
by a curious looking clasp: A gold shield depicting crossed swords and a lion
rampant. The lion’s crown was imbedded
with stones, all amethysts and all marquis cut.
Encircling her head lay an intricately
woven golden chain imbedded with various colored stones. The stones lay clasped within the graceful
swirls of gold, which culminated in a deep V on her forehead. A beautiful marquis cut Amethyst rested in
the cradle of the V, and occasionally, one of the stones would glow for a
moment before it returned to being merely a jewel. Although there were stones of many colors,
blue and violet stones dominated the circlet.
The sapphires, blue topaz, and amethysts appeared to be the stones she
preferred, for she also wore a ring composed of a marquis cut amethyst
surrounded by sapphires, blue topaz, and diamonds. On one hand, she wore something that looked
very much like a ribbon device, but it appeared to be much more delicately made
and had many stones amongst the swirls of gold, not one large one.
At her side, she wore a beautifully
crafted sword with a jeweled hilt. She
could have stepped out of a painting of a medieval court or a science fiction
fantasy. If asked she would have simply
stated that her clothing was not unusual for her people. It was a uniform, and she was a Warrior. She was, in fact, an elite Warrior, and if
the truth were known, one of Cadwaellon’s best.
As such, her thoughts were hidden, and nothing of her inner turmoil was
allowed to surface to be detected in either her features or her demeanor. Internally, however, a debate raged.
Many years before, the woman had been
host to a Tok’Ra. Her symbiote, Siesha,
had become her dearest friend, and they had been together for a long time. Almost longer than she had been with her
Tok’Ra mate, for she had been blended for many years before they met and
joined. Although Siesha had died many
years before, the woman could still hear her voice whispering in her mind,
arguing with her, helping her find answers to questions. Her voice had taken on the role of the
Warrior’s conscience in many ways, and she could hear her now as if she was
still within her.
“So
you are not sure this is the correct thing to do. Which brings to mind the question of why you
are here, if that is how you feel about it?” The phantom voice’s
questioning tone was forcing her to examine her reasoning.
“No. I am not entirely sure that what we are doing
is correct. No doubt, the reason you
have decided to talk to me.
Nevertheless, I volunteered to come and I will do my best. After all, covert operations are something I
am very good at, and this does require some skill,” the Warrior answered.
“Perhaps
this is what comes of wishing to please our Father,” the voice inside her
hinted.
“My
Father. And Thor. Let us not forget Thor. And the Council agreed with them.”
“But,
only if you felt the cause and the potential of the species worthwhile,” Siesha’s voice cautioned.
“Well,
we know that the cause is just. The
Goa’uld must be controlled,”
the Warrior replied firmly.
“Yes,
and we were getting bored in our last assignment,” the observation was pointed.
“My
last assignment. You are dead,” came the spirited retort.
“Yes,
but we were blended for a very long time.
My passing has not stilled my voice for you, my friend,” the voice continued, undaunted.
“That
is true, Siesha. It hurts no one for me
to keep you alive in my heart. If
hearing you in my mind gives me joy then I shall do so. I know you are not really here with me, but I
can wish you were.” The woman sounded wistful, and it was obvious
she still missed her friend.
“Perhaps
it is time that you considered blending again.
It has been long enough, and you know you were comfortable with our
bond. It is worth thinking about.”
“I
know, and I have been. I will see how
this assignment goes. When it is ended,
perhaps I will return to the Tok’Ra, and if I can find the queen, I will blend
again, as I promised you I would. If it
goes well, then I will once again be able to give time to trying to find the
new queen. I do not despair of being
able to accomplish that, even though it has had to be put in a waiting position
for now. I promised you I would do my
best, and I will,” she
once again promised her friend.
“For
now, you have other important things to think about. We do not yet know what this assignment will
bring, but each time we go to a new world, there is the chance we will find
her. We will not give up easily,” Siesha agreed.
“No,
I will not.”
The woman sighed and continued
walking. The memories of the long-dead
Tok’Ra symbiote made her both sad and happy.
That her internal voice sounded like Siesha was a comfort to her. She enjoyed their talks. It was as if Siesha
was still with her in some way. And she
truly did wish to find the Tok’Ra a new queen, for their numbers were
dwindling. But, that was for the future,
for as Siesha had indicated, this assignment could turn out to be very
important in the fight against the Goa’uld.
Time alone would tell.
Suddenly she announced to her (self), “Sometimes, I wish the Wiccadians were not a
Clan of the Furling.”
“It
would not matter for you and those like you.
Your mother is Wiccadian; your father is Furling,” Siesha’s voice answered her.
“Which
brings power and great responsibility. I
know, I know,”
the Warrior replied.
“At
five hundred and thirty-eight years of age, you should,” the voice chided her.
“Must
you constantly bring that up?” She answered.
“You
do not look a day over four hundred,”
was the prompt reply.
The woman snorted delicately, “Thank you.”
“Let
us go over the whole thing again. What
exactly was this request?” The voice prompted her to return her thoughts
to the mission at hand, and the thing that had brought them here.
“Thor
came to Father and the Council of the Table with a request for a seasoned
Warrior to help the Tau’ri in their fight against the Goa’uld. It was discussed at length. As you know, we can be of very little help to
the Asgard against the replicators, as our weapons are only minimally effective
against them.”
“The
point is that although we cannot help them with the replicators, we may be able
to help them in this way. The people of
the Tau’ri need help in their battle against the Goa’uld and we, as a people,
have not been active in that region of space for a very long time. The System Lords there grow bolder and
stronger and from what Thor said, we gathered that the Tok’Ra also are having
some difficulties. Since the Tau’ri are
in the Protected Planets Treaty, by helping them, we are, in a way, helping our
allies, the Asgard.”
“Therefore,
I agreed to shadow SG-1, analyze their abilities and strengths, and report to
the Council. In addition, I was to
decide if it was an assignment that I would like to pursue. Or for that matter, report on whether or not
they have a snowball’s chance in Hades of succeeding. We must hope that they do, for we cannot yet
bring the full force of our Warriors here to help. Although we are winning the war, it will not
be over for our sector of the universe anytime soon.”
“And
tell me, Kataya, Warrior of Cadwaellon, what do you think you will find?” Siesha’s voice prompted her.
“I
believe I will find a worthy people who need us,” Kataya replied.
“And
is that because of their cause and their potential, or because they are allies
of the Tok’Ra, and we could see our lover again, after all this time?”
The voice insinuated.
“Siesha,
shut up; you are dead. And besides, we
know Justin, his host, was killed, and for all we know, he could also have died
by now.”
“That
is true. How long has it been since we
last loved?”
“It
has been a hundred and seventeen years.”
“We
still love him greatly. And miss him
deeply,” Siesha whispered.
“Yes,
I do. But, he was not always meant to be
our mate. He was not the mate of my
soul—only of my heart. He was not the
Soulmate.”
“He
could have been. Father would have
performed the ritual and rites. Had we
been willing to abandon our wait for our first Soulmate, he could have taken
his place in our hearts,”
the voice whispered the truth into her mind.
“I
know. Why, why do you cause me this
anguish after all these years? Our kits
are grown and are warriors themselves now.
He would have been proud of them.
Of us! Is this not enough? Must you always speak of what might have
been?” Pain flowed through her mind at this memory.
“Our
children were not very old by our standards when it was decided that the time
had come for our lives to part. Had we not
been so desperately needed in the Pegacian System, we would have been with him
still. Our kits could have gone to our
father for further training. It was not
absolutely necessary that we see to so much of it, and, in fact, once we became
immersed in the war, we were not around all that much,” Siesha’s voice still whispered to
her.
“However,
I was needed, and they were
thirty. It was time for their training
as Katteri-enti warriors to truly begin.
They had learned all they could from me in the situation that we were
in. We had to leave for the home
world. It will not be long now before
they take their places among the Katteri-enti Warriors. Soon they will move forward in rank and join
the Table, as I did all those years ago.
It was always meant to be so. He
understood. We were together for over
eighty years. Our time together was not
long by Tok’Ra or Katteri standards, but it was truly beautiful and
fulfilling. He will always be the adored
of my heart, always,” Kataya
replied, almost fiercely.
“You
believe that he is not dead? That he
lives, breathes, and wonders what happened to you and his children? Is this not truly one of the reasons that you
are contemplating joining the Tau’ri? At
least be honest with yourself,”
came the soft rejoinder.
“The
fight in the Pegacian system was becoming boring. The System Lords there are almost defeated,” Kataya said evasively.
“While
that is true, I do not think that is being completely honest. You could have had any command you wished
for. You could have gone into the
Morovian Sector, fighting is still fierce there. Be honest, Kataya the Warrior, you want to
know if he lives. You want to see him
again.” Siesha did not give up on forcing her to look
deeply into her motives and understand what she was doing—and why.
“All
right, yes, that is one of the reasons—but think. I know he took and loved a new mate after
us. I should have sought him out and had
the separation ritual performed then, but it just wasn’t possible at that
time. We agreed when I left that if I
could not return, we were each free to form other attachments. I hope he found a deep and abiding love. I have always wished him happiness. I love him enough to want what is best for
him. Besides, since we are speaking
truth to ourselves, the truth is that I feel the presence of my Soulmate very
strongly. So if our Heartmate does still
live and I find him, we must go through the rite of release. The sevesh lok twin. He deserves to be happy, and I will help him
to be so,” Kataya responded
truthfully.
“Then
you believe that your soul mate is among the Tau’ri?”
Siesha whispered.
“Yes. I have touched his mind and soul,” the woman replied.
“The
first day in the
“I
am not afraid of the sevesh. The pain
will be temporary and the benefits great.
It will be worth it to give him his heart’s desire,” Kataya replied, sincere in her belief
that it was so.
“You
do not believe that his heart’s desire is you?”
She still questioned, wanting to know the truth.
“No. I do not,” Kataya’s answer was very firm with conviction, and she
continued, “We have wandered off the
original reason for this conversation.”
Siesha said, “So, let us review the reasons for going ahead with this. The last assignment was becoming boring. If he still lives, our lover may be somewhere
among the Tok’Ra, who are allied with the Tau’ri. You believe the Soulmate is among the
Tau’ri. The Goa’uld must be
controlled. It will please Thor, for
whom you have a soft spot. The Council
of the Table believes it would be a good thing to do. And, of course, so does Father.”
“That
about sums it up. Now, go away, I do not
want to think about it any more. I must
continue observing my new assignment. I
do not want to be distracted, and there is nothing quite as distracting as a
dead symbiote.” With a slight quirk of her lips and a soft
chuckle, the woman strode forward more briskly.
It was true that Thor would be
pleased. Her Father, also, would smile
on her endeavor and wish her luck.
Soon, she felt, she would join the Tau’ri and the Tok’Ra in their fight
against the System Lords. Soon, she
would find that which she was seeking.
Doubt no longer lingered in her mind.
She was doing that which is Right.
Her Father was a wise man, indeed, and her destiny was waiting…
TBC
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