PLease R+R :
Scoring The Horn
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Chapter 1
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For The Prize
"Yes Thank you again for the bountiful feast." Teyla said shaking the leaders bony hand.
"I am pleased you could stay and enjoy the feast with us. This feast signals the beginning of the festivities." Larnon said obviously excited for the following days.
"I hope you enjoy your time." John said pulling the tent flap out, preparing to leave.
"Colonel, I was hoping I could convince you o return tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Tomorrow we will be holding one of our oldest and most honored of contests, and I
wish for you to partake in it."
"What exactly would this contest be?"
"Forgive me John, but I do not wish to reveal it to you until tomorrow."
"Of course you don't." He muttered to himself. Louder so Larnon could hear he said,
"We'll be back."
"Wonderful, I am glad to hear that!" Larnon nodded. He hurried over and escorted the team outside.
He watched as the tram made their way to the gate and disappeared,
SGA – SGA
"What kind of contest is it?" McKay asked John as they made their way to the small village.
"John stopped and turned to McKay "I don't know!"
"Well, why not?"
"You were with me the whole time, did you hear him mention what it was?"
"Well…no!"
"My point exactly."
"Can we continue?" Ronon asked. Not waiting for an answer he continued forward.
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"Colonel!" Larnon called, "You returned."
"I had some free time thought I would check it out."
"Good, follow me the event is about to begin." Larnon led them to a large clearing, where
a large crowd had gathered and were cheering loudly.
John found himself eager to find out what the event was, to find out what he was going to do.
On their arrival the crowd parted allowing Larnon and the team to pass through.
In the middle of this crowd was a large pen built with thick logs.
Held in the pen was a large white creature, resembling a bull, but bigger.
Its horns were twisted and sharp, its eyes wild.
A man stepped into the ring and carefully made his way to the creature.
John looked to Larnon who seemed to be enjoying this immensely.
"This is what you want me to do?" John asked not eager at all anymore.
"Yes, to partake in this event is a great honor."
"And what exactly do I have to do?"
"You simply have to retrieve one of the Malvenock's Horns."
"Malvenock?" John asked.
"Yes, that creature there."
"Oh, how simple." John quipped. "And if one chooses to back out?"
Larnon's eyebrows furrowed, "This would be a great shame to you and your family."
Johns head snapped in the direction of the ring as gasps from the crowd interrupted them.
The man in the ring, his body layed limply on the ground.
The Malvenock was stomping mercilessly on the man.
A large group of men rushed on herding the creature away from him.
"He's dead!" A man yelled from inside the ring.
John looked back to Larnon scratching the back of his neck nervously. And if you win?"
Larnon pulled out a piece of paper from inside his black robe "You will receive this."
John took the paper staring at it wide eyed "I need to talk to my people for a minute."
He hurried over to them handing the paper to McKay.
"What is this?" He asked.
"What we get if I win."
McKay looked at John surprised, "A ZPM, we get a ZPM!"
"If I win." John repeated.
"What! Are you crazy you cant go in there, it'll crush you!"
"Thanks for the vote of confidence Rodney." John quipped.
"I agree with McKay, I do not think it safe." Teyla added.
"I realize that but were talking about a ZPM here."
"I'll do it." Ronon offered.
John looked up at Ronon, silently relieved that he had offered. "That's an idea."
He took the paper back to Larnon "We were thinking my buddy over there." John said pointing back at Ronon, "Could take my place."
"No"
"Excuse me?"
"I said no."
"Why not?" John asked.
"Only village leaders, such as myself deem who is worthy to participate, are allowed."
"I'll show you worthy." Ronon said walking up threateningly.
"It is not by strength alone that we determine ones worthiness. The Colonel here is the
only on allowed to participate." Larnon turned to John. "What is your answer?"
John looked down at his feet and sighed loudly, "I'll do it."
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Several more rounds had passed, but now it was his turn. Larnon handed him a medium sized knife, it's six inch blade curving up slightly.
He looked at the knife with faint hope "Thanks." He muttered, "This should be helpful."
TBC…
