In the Name of the Ancients
Chapter 1
Author: Banana101
Rating: M
Content Warning: None
Spoilers: Everything, all things Stargate
Author's Note: This is my second attempt at a story. I welcome any constructive criticism. Please note that I don't own any of the Stargate Series and world.
Images, moving too fast to actually see them. Nothing was in order, things from the future mixed with the past.
I could feel, hear someone talking to me, their voice was quiet and smooth. They were whispering strange words, they were clunky and didn't seem to fit the meanings.
They were telling me of their home, a life so different to what I remembered from my time in Atlantis and on his world. The names stayed with me, Egypt the land of endless desert. The hills rolled into more and then out of the depths rose towering structures, pyramids they were called. He described a carving to me in great detail, a sphinx it was called and according to the legends of old it asked riddles of all those who came too close.
I tried to concentrate on the voice but the image clouded my vision. Pain lanced through me and the voice began to fade. A new different voice took its place.
"Tamar, you don't have to do this. Things do change." The voice was Orlin's, my old friend, lost to me for so long and now he would lose me. For thousands of years, I have been alone first my mother, then Orlin and my father and finally him. I have been left by all of them. "If you do this, the Others won't let you come back. They'll never let you back. You can't fail Tamar, you fail and he will destroy all lower life."
"Daniel will listen. You already love him and he you. All you need do is remind him of all he has lost."
The pain returned, sharper this time, located at my ribs and head. This throbbing was always there, an ever present companion since my descension. Orlin said his head was painful for near a week after he returned and his abilities began to work after that. I could only hope it wouldn't take so long with me.
I had been here for days, trapped in a cell as well. The creatures who called themselves my captures, took joy in torturing me. For no other purpose apart from the fact that they were bored and they had permission to do whatever the hell they wanted to. It was revenge for my attempt at escape.
I was concerned by what abilities I would be able to use. When I was last human telepathy, healing and telekinesis were normal for us. I did not want the ability of fire again, though I knew I was likely to have it. I also prayed that my abilities would come swiftly to me.
Someone hit me, my ribs screamed in protest or was that me?