All characters belong to me. Ideas taken from Stargate Atlantis. SGA does NOT belong to me...

Chapter 1: The Culling

A loud gasp filled the room. Followed closely by rapid, fast breaths. It was hard to remain quiet in times like this. He was better than fantastic. It was like she was with a God. She whimpered at him, trying to tell him to stop. It was too much for her to handle. But it kept coming. Tears poured out of her eyes as it came. That feeling. That horrible feeling. The feeling that tortured her since he first marked her as his. And it still continued. Her heart pounded and she whimpered again. She was torn. She didn't want it anymore. But she also wanted it. It was painful. So painful. The agony that tore at her was overwhelming. She quickly realized that whimpering did nothing to make him stop. So she fell silent, biting her lip as she leaned into him.

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A month before…

Her home, destroyed. Her parents, killed. Fed on, to be more exact. It happened right in front of her. It was after a culling of her home. The small family was trying to run into the cover of the nearby forest, but was unfortunately caught in that dreaded beam. Next thing they knew, they were inside a hive ship. There were drones standing by to lock any of the culled, once they were beamed out of the darts, into chains and shackles. Before the family of four knew what happened, they were already in chains. Well, except for Clarell's baby sister. She was taken away to God knows where. Her parents broke down at the fact that they were caught and could do nothing about it. They were not fighters. They were mere farmers. Humans who could do nothing other than plow and work till they drop on their beds, exhausted. Too exhausted to even enjoy the night like most would.

Clarell tried hard not to cry as well. She was nearing 17. She was a big girl now. If SHE broke down, then what hope can her parents have? What strength to keep on living would they hold in their hearts? It was the only thing she could do. If they kill her sister, she would be the only one left alive to continue her family's blood line.

With the culling done, all the captured were dragged off to the prisons. There, everyone tried to calm each other. Some of the young men even sat together, trying to think up of a plan to escape. There were no children in that pen. All those below the age of 14 were taken away. Some parents were already praying to the Gods that if their children were being killed, let them die fast and peacefully.

It was strange. Usually, in cases like these, there would be kids crying and wailing their lungs out. But the silence was only broken by the occasional whisper. It was hard to tell the time. But it seemed ages before anyone came back for them. Some rested while some paced about. Clarell did her best to keep her parents calm. Although she felt broken hearted inside. Her sister was the only thing that made her proud. Because her parents had to work the whole day, she was always left in charge of the baby girl.

The hours went by. But soon enough, a male wraith with five drones came to their cell. The male was bulky. He had rippling muscles and plenty of scars that said not to mess with him. His white hair was neatly combed and tied back in a ponytail. He gave instructions to the drones and they picked up a few of the prisoners. What Clarell and her parents didn't expect was them to be picked as well. They flinched at the strong grip of the drones. But otherwise, no one made an attempt to run off. These humans may be farmers, but they were smart. The selected was dragged off down the corridors. They shortly arrived at the throne room, where a male was seated on a very odd and disgusting looking high chair.

What surprised the farmers about this was that there were no females about. There was no Queen. It was a King who sat at that throne. Eyes wide with fear, they were forced to their knees, heads bowed. The 'King' got up and slowly but confidently walked up to the row. He stopped at one by one, analyzing them like some kind of experiment. Trying to see which were the once that failed and which were the ones that was a success. A few gulped whenever he stopped at one. Then, all of a sudden, some were grabbed and kicked into a corner. No sound escaped the wraiths other than the thud of their boots. Clarell wondered if they were telepathic. Her parents had been the few who were kicked into the corner.

Again, the King went down the row. He finally stopped at Clarell and lifted her chin with his clawed greenish fingers. She reluctantly looked up at him with fearful eyes. He studied her face, then slowly, a malevolent grin appeared.

This is the first chapter of my first fanfic. It's short, but I'm still learning how to write long chapters, so bear with me. Please help me improve by reviewing, thanks ^^