I have had this fic lurking in the wings for a while. I test posted it on my Yahoo group, and decided to update and post it here. Thanks to Amaruk for the beta. Disclaimer: Yes I know, I don't own SGA or its characters. R&R please
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WORSHIPPER MOST DEVOUT
It seemed ages ago that I pledged my undying devotion to the Wraith. It was such an easy and willing choice. Humans are so uncaring and as a whole, stupid that I am embarrassed to be one. But that will change soon. I have been selected to become one of the wraith. The most beautiful, intelligent and passionate race I know. Some say they kill only for pleasure or simply because they can, I beg to differ. Is it any different when a shark kills a swimmer or a mountain lion kills a hiker? They kill because they have to in order to survive. True, there are those among the wraith who enjoy killing, but there are humans who also delight in killing for pleasure. They say power corrupts and they, whoever they are, are right. I decided long ago that if I had been born a wraith I would use the gift of life sparingly, if ever. For I believe that no one, regardless of age, race or gender should ever be given the power to play god. The ancients crossed the line when they created the wraith and in the end, their arrogance cost them their lives. It is because of these views that I look forward to living a long and fruitful life as a wraith and I vow to hunt only those on either side that deserve to die. I am Sarafina and this is my story as I journey from worshipper to wraith…
I was taken when my planet was culled twenty years ago. I was eight at the time and I was the only one left of my family. The wraith had consumed all of my seven brothers and parents. My captors found my curly blond hair and big green eyes intriguing, the queen in particular. I was brought before her and one of the big guys forced me to kneel by yanking on my hair until my knees smashed onto the floor.
"Human," the queen cooed as she caressed my hair and stroked my cheek almost fondly, yet with insatiable hunger. As she withdrew her hand she appeared somewhat startled and confused, as it was wet with tears. She looked at her hand curiously and then asked, "What troubles you child?"
"You're not my mother and I want to go home!"
She seemed taken aback by this, but realized I was being honest and after all, I was only a child. In one swift, yet graceful movement, she placed one finger under my chin and lifted me to a standing position. I was so small; I barely came to her navel. She noted the way I kept my eyes lowered and answered every question. I was taught to be polite to adults and this one frightened me into behaving anyway. After a few moments, she nodded at the guard and I was led down the hall and placed in a room with one very old and grumpy looking human woman. She made me take my clothes off and handed me a cream colored, long sleeved dress with a black sash. My hair was combed and pulled back over the ears with two barrettes woven out of black cloth like the sash. When I was dressed, she led me up an interminably long flight of stairs and all the way down the hall to yet another set of doors; I was learning quickly that there are a lot of doors on this ship. When they opened it took me a minute to realize what I was looking at. The room was as big as the main house in my village and one wall was made entirely of a window. I had only looked at the stars from my planet; never had I dreamed I would be flying among them. It was terrifying to look out and see unending nothingness, yet I was transfixed. The human abruptly turned and left the room. For a moment, I panicked. I ran to the doors and tried to open them. When they didn't open I panicked even more, for I hated being alone especially on a strange ship. "Do not fear child." I whirled at the sound of the voice and again came to face the queen. I immediately became interested in my feet. This seemed to amuse her and she smiled ever so slightly.
"What is to become of me?"
"You will stay in my quarters and tend to my needs"
"Needs?"
"Yes child, you will aid the others in tending to my quarters, clothing and if you are well behaved you may even be aloud to groom me."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The queen wanted to keep me as her servant. Pride and indignation flared in my little body. I longed to touch her hair. It was long, shiny and black with white streaks in it. I was brought back to reality when the queen tisked and I realized I had been staring. Her orange eyes burned into mine and I bent to one knee saying "the honor is mine, my queen." This pleased her immensely.
"You will start your duties tomorrow, now you will eat and rest."