Title: Patron
Author: P.L.S.
Rating: PG /PG-13
Warning: Alternate Universe, Exploitation of a Minor,
Summery: AU Companion-Spoiler to Nabu, a minor look at the story of an Abadonian to the patron god of schools, learning, play, and games.
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 tv series, and are copyright property of MGM-UA Worldwide Television, Gekko Film Corp, Glassner/Wright Double Secret Productions and Stargate SG-I Prod. Ltd. In other words, I don't own it, I'm not making money off of it, so please don't sue.
Author's Notes: Kind of like Hundreds of Letters in the way that this takes place in the future, really far into the future in this case. AU point to recall, Ra was never killed.
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Abbahdi of the Tok'ra looked at his host's main room. His host took great pride in the fact that the home's ownership could be traced directly though her mother's line for well over fifteen generations. The women of their line always kept the stories alive and for eleven generations also tended the shrine to the god Day'l, son of Thoth. Abbahdi had heard tales of Day'l, Da'yer, or Dan'el son of Jah'c. As a Tok'ra he did have his mother's memories, but in all that referred to Day'l all that he was sure of was the knowledge that Day'l was not Goa'uld, Tok'ra, or any of the other off shoots of their kind. Re'sh agreed, all the stories she knew and had read were of a god who didn't like to be known unless there was great need or if another god unmasked him.
Day'l first was known as Dan'yer of the world past the Choppa'ai, an explorer child who literally learned to understand and converse in less than half a sunpath. In the days after that, before Thoth fetched him to take him back to their home, Day'l taught the then Keeper how to better understand the stories in the old rooms and he also frequently ran off to play games with the Keeper's son. It was often thought that Day'l's friendship of the then child was a blessing that caused that clan to grow in size and power, but Day'l returned in sadness to the child when the child had just become part of the militia. Re'sh sighed and looked at the carvings in the shrine that symbolised the god's humble return.
Why was he sad? asked Abbahdi. Re'sh closed her eyes.
Day'l told no one why he was sad, he instead returned to the soldier's side, taking up a post with the militia too. Day'l fought next to the soldier until the Choppa'ai opened again and out came a great and terrible monster. Day'l told the people many things, of worlds with many things to teach him, people who needed to learn what he had learned from the people he loved, troubles that he wanted to end, then he left and took the monster with him. Re'sh said fingering the sign in the centre, the one that Day'l had given them when he taught them of the Choppa'ai.
He was called a prophet and a great teacher on many worlds. Abbahdi said softly, Some called him a god despite the many records we have found where he protested that title. He was humble, generous, full of love for learning and for laughter.We teach our children that he was the one who taught us how to study the world, how to listen, and how to live to both learn and to play. Every floodend we hold a festival to honour him, games that test the knowledge of words, of nature, and of knowing others, and contests for new games, jokes, and races where no one loses are held. Re'sh said with a smile. The Days of Day'l were everyone's favourite of the feast days.
I'm sure he is very honoured to know that his life is cause for joy. said Abbahdi with a warm pulse of affection for her. She sent one back and continued to trade stories about the great Day'l.
