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A/N: English is my third language so sorry in advance for butchering it with my grammar and vocabulary.

Word count: 1236 Words (2 pages in Times New Roman 12p)

Main Summary: The second rise of the Ghost King was brutal and an outright genocide. Daniel last of Earthlings gets a new chance thanks to the Furlings. Danny, empowered by the knowledge of the Ancients, will place his mark on this new universe.

Chapter One: The Fall of a Giant

I killed him! I killed the immortal Ghost King Pariah Dark! The king is dead! I killed him but with heavily losses. As I stand in the boiling and bubbling ectoplasm that ones was the most powerful ghost in existence, can I only think of the price we had to pay.

Earth has become lifeless and inhabitable rock in the middle an endless nuclear winter. He send his skeleton army to kill all humans on my once beautiful home world. Amity Park was the first to fall and from there they spread all over the state, the country, the American continent, the Pacific, the Atlantic, the Eurasian and African continent straight to the Arctic and Antarctic. As the humans died left and right, so did their creations. The planets nature fell to the dieing hand of the masters of the atom. Dragging nature down with them. Nuclear power plants and bombs exploding all over the planet in the desperate hope to weaken the genocide monsters from behind the great divide. It was all in vain. I am the last human in existence. The rest of my kind has been slain by mindless carcasses or by the power hidden in the endless small.

The Ghost Zone wasn't much better. Three quarters of the ghost population has been erased from existence and turned in ectoplasmic green goo. Becoming one with at one time had been their home. Between the purification squads and the rebellion not many survived. Much of the infrastrucion of the Ghost Zone was destroyed during Pariahs second campaign.

I led, in a desperate attempt to end it all, an incursion on the Castle. Our plan succeeded but we suffered extreme losses. Our group of four hundred, mainly humans and some odd ghost, ended with one. And here I stand between the corpses, human and ghost, of my fallen brothers in arms.

Stupid Vlad, hadn't he learned to not toy with the King the first time around. Vlad gambled another try on the Crone of Fire and the Ring of Rage, ones it became clear to him that he couldn't get the Infi-map. He was the first to fall in the kings campaign for revenge.

The king had not forgotten who had put him in the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep the second time. He blamed the humans in general. My kind had to pay for my stupid hero-complex and Vlad's greed. And pay they did. The ultimate price.

And here I stand, without a home, without a planet, with nothing but the weapons on my back. I went to the Far Frozen, a endless plain of ice, where the last of my allies reside. Surprisingly enough, beside the great contributions the Furlings brought to my campaign, many survived.

They gave me a home among them. Temporary, Humans are not advised to be exposed to the Zone for long, even Halfas. An example is Pariah.

Begin Flashback

"I am sorry Great One but you can stay only with us in the Zone for a couple of years, otherwise you will end like Paraih." Said Frostbite, king of the Furlings.

"Pariah was at one point in time a human who fell through a natural formed portal. The longer he stayed in the Zone, the more twisted his mind became till nothing was left but a husk of his former self filled with hate and greed. It took years for the effects the Zone has on mortal minds to be irreversible, maybe a decade for you seeing your genetic status. But your time here will be finite. I am sorry to be the bringer of bad news but it is the reality of the situation."

End Flashback

Still, they took me in as one of their own. They taught me their history, their values, their languages and their knowledge in the best way they could. And I took it in like a sponge. With most of my enemies death and decent amounts of sleep it became apparent that Jazz wasn't the only genius in the family. Learning became a shelter the enormousness pain and guilt Pariah inflicted.

Frostbite taught me so much. Many things astonished or shocked me. An example is the origin of the human race:

Begin Flashback of Frostbite's history lecture

"Your ancestors, of the human race, were transplanted by us from our home reality. When the Alterans fled Atlantis, they were presented a horrible truth. Their successors were slaves of a parasitic and arrogant race known as the Goa'uld. They requested the aid of their old allies, us and the Asgard, to chase them of the planet. We responded with a massive military force but the damage was already done. A large amount of the humans were spread throughout the galaxy by an ancient Alteran piece of technology, the Stargate. The Stargate is a circular wormhole generator created by the Alteran more than 60 million years ago.

Few of the Alteran decided to lead the distraught humans, the other decided to ascend like many of their brethren, effectively ending what was left the already broken Alteran society. The Asgard were fighting a war in their home galaxy, Ida. They could only rarely spare a couple of units permanently to a foreign galaxy. Their only solution was a deal based on brag to protect a small amount of planets. And we? We were fighting a civil war. The few of us that brought aid decided to ascend and take some of the humans with us. We transported the humans to an alternate Earth while we were ascending to a higher plane of existence. This higher plane was known to the humans as purgatory and its definition changed many times in human minds. It is in this day and age known as the Ghost Zone."

End Flashback

It is time. Time to leave. Time to part away from my last allies and friends. Time to start a new beginning. Time for a new Earth. Time for a new chapter.

After nearly a decade of learning and training under Frostbite's tutelage, do I most certainly know what I need to survive in my new realty. My ghostly side is stripped from me. Quoting Clockwork 'A union between a mortal and immortal mind will lead to madness as they both have diferent objectives'. I still have most of my old abilities, my DNA was already corrupted by the ectoplasm on a permanent basis. I did lose my flight but it is replaced by telekinesis and telepathy.

I stand with Frostbite behind Clockwork as he is twisting his portals to the right time and place.

Clockwork said "Daniel, I will send you on a small detour before you will arrive on Earth. I will first send you to the planet know as P3R-272. You will find yourself in a rectangular room were you will find the legacy you ancestors left behind for their successors. Your enhanced mind should be able to handle the stress. Once you acquired the knowledge, will I send you to a planet where the current residences are enslaved by the Goa'uld. There will be a hopeful future ahead if you free them of their chains and help them ascend. Do you have any questions?"

"Not really" Not really caring where he sends me.

"Farewell, Daniel"

"Good luck, Great One"

I answer with a solemn "Goodbye" and jumped through the portal.

1013 AC - Unknown Planet; Unknown Star System; Milky Way/Avalon Galaxy – SG-Universe

I find myself in a dull gray rectangular room with a circle in the middle of the floor and a large two ringed formed structure and pedestal behind me, I suspect that this mastodon of a ring to be the legendary Astria Porta. On the wall was written: "Nou ani Anquietas. Hic qua videum." or translated "We are the Ancients. This is the place of our legacy". To be honest, those two sentences reveal much more of the Alterran than you would expect. Firstly, who calls themselves ancient. They could be an arrogant inflated civilization or it could be that the word 'ancient' was the name of there race and traveled down the human language tree, changing its meaning over time to what it is today. Secondly, they are extinct or expected to go extinct a long time ago. These words sound more like headstone than anything else.

When I crossed the glowing ring on the floor, there sprang an ugly organic black device out of the wall. My curiosity took the better of me and I took a closer look. The moment I did, two arms took my head and pushed it in the glowing center. Large amounts of data yottabyte are streaming into my subconsciousness. Blueprints, scientific curiosities, social data, mega structures, … Whatever the Ancients ever did or studied, was saved inside my brain. If I were completely human, I would be dead in a week, max. My biology still didn't stop me from passing out. The last thing I heard was a woosh from the Stargate and everything went black.

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