This story is about Vala once she is freed from Quetesh, and the death of Quetesh

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"Do you think Teal'c is right?" asked Treyac. Treyac, Queteshs second prime, was home on Amlak, talking to his former Jaffa mentor Brackle at his home about how much he was beginning to doubt that the Goa'uld were really gods.

"I have heard enough of these lies!" Brackle yelled angrily. "How dare you blaspheme the gods in this way! May the sholva Teal'c be cast down to in the fires of Netu, and be tortured for the rest of his days, and be killed a thousand times over! For if it was not for Quetesh, would you have the extravagant house you live in? or your beautiful wife? You and I are two of the wealthiest men in Queteshs empire because of her! Long live Quetesh!" he said praisingly.

"But how can they be gods, if the Tauri are killing them off one by one? For they have killed 6 system lords, how do we no Quetesh wont be next?" Treyac asked skeptically.

"UGGH!" Treyac exclaimed as he took a blow to the face from Brackle. Before he could react, he was punched in the stomach, and then elbowed across the face knocking him flat on the ground. And when he slowly flipped his body over, he found a staff weapon pointed at his head about 2 inches away from him.

"How could someone with so much power not, be a god, the ones they have killed were weak, but Quetesh is more powerful than them all! If I ever hear you talk this way again I will kill you were you stand!" Brackle yelled menacingly at him. Knowing that when things started moving, Brackle would be a dangerous variable, he now was a security risk. It disappointed him that his mentor for his entire life now had to be killed.

"Your right Brackle," Treyac said convincingly. He moved closer with his arm outstretched, but his left hand slowly reaching for his knife. And as the Jaffa took his arm, he jabbed his knife through his primta, and then pulling it back out again, he slowly lowered his old friend to the ground, gasping for air, he said, "I am sorry, my old friend." He then left his house, and went back home. For the Jaffa and the Tok'ra would have to do without his old mentor, he only hoped the Tok'ra would agree to his proposal.