Title: Salva Mea
Author: Falcon Horus
E-mail: thot_bastet@hotmail.com
Category: angst
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author. The prologue is a part of a song from Faithless called Salva Mea and is owned by Champion Music, BMG and C.C.
Author's notes: Voila, the story has begun to unfold! Starting with this little teaser to warm you up for the rest.
Prologue
"The ground disappeared from beneath and all that was solid is air. I have tumbled end over end into my nature, and darkness appears from below carrying voices of query, voices of theory, dark voices near me. All around and reason is drowned by the sound of the clamor, the pound of the hammer is confusion, illusion plunged into shadows and mist. I catch my breath, frightened, but I will not face death ... still uninvited."
By Faithless, Salva Mea
Author: Falcon Horus
E-mail: thot_bastet@hotmail.com
Category: angst
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author. The prologue is a part of a song from Faithless called Salva Mea and is owned by Champion Music, BMG and C.C.
Author's notes: Voila, the story has begun to unfold! Starting with this little teaser to warm you up for the rest.
Prologue
"The ground disappeared from beneath and all that was solid is air. I have tumbled end over end into my nature, and darkness appears from below carrying voices of query, voices of theory, dark voices near me. All around and reason is drowned by the sound of the clamor, the pound of the hammer is confusion, illusion plunged into shadows and mist. I catch my breath, frightened, but I will not face death ... still uninvited."
By Faithless, Salva Mea
