Author's Note: This is a sequel to "Forever Running"; and even though it's very different, I PROMISE that I have a good reason for calling it that :D And at one point I had it completely written; but I hated the end of that one, so I'm re-writing the second half of this to make it go where I want it to; please bear with me. Thanks!
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Prologue
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She didn't know who she was or where she came from. She didn't know why she'd been left hurt and alone on this cold, unforgiving world. She was tired and wet and bruised and cold... and hunrgy. Her hunger burned like a fire in her belly, driving her to get up and move towards the stargate. Stargate. That was something that she did know. It was a big, silver ring that glowed blue. It took you to other places, other worlds were there was food. She needed to get to the stargate.
She crawled painfully to her feet and stumbled through the trees, looking for that great metal ring that would tower over her, far above her; the hight of many men. The ring that would transport her to another world where there was food and peace, where she could heal. Once she'd satisfied her hunger, that pain in her middle would stop, and she could search for her world and who she was; and who had done this to her.
Finally she found the Stargate; and as she dialed a vague sensation clouded her mind for a minute, and she shivered. Like everything else she didn't understand it; but she knew that whatever had caused that sensation was bad. Maybe it was part of what had made her like this. But whatever it was, she knew it was to be fearsed... and hated.
She didn't know how she knew the address, but she did; and when the watery blue circle appeared se stepped through without hestiation, her hunger taking her beyond the point of doubt. Once on the other side she felt a new sensation, a better one. She followed that, hoping it would lead her to help... and food.
Eventually, she came to a village, but by then she was exhausted. She called out weakly for help, then fainted. Some of the villagers came out to see what was wrong, and they gasped when they saw her.
"We have to kill it," one said. "Before it kills us!"
"We can't do that; she's hurt," another said.
"Do you want to bring death on our village?" the first voice demanded. The woman who he'd spoken to examined their unconscious guest's hands, saying as she did,
"If she had come to destroy us, then she would have brought an army. As it is I can prove to you that she will do us no harm."
"How?" the man's voice asked, both haughty and curious. The woman showed him the hands of the being lying helpless on the groung before them. He frowned, but after a minute he sighed.
"Fine," he mumbled; and they took her inside.