Author's Note: I had this story up originally, but sadly life took over and then I suffered from a sever lack of motivation. However, I have returned, and I am older and wiser. I will be rewriting the existing chapters so that they will be better than before, and I hope to create new chapters once that is done. Now, let me share some back story. I came up with this idea, a few years ago, on the night I rediscovered the movie, Stargate. Before that, I was watching The Mummy Returns. I got to thinking and my strange mind came alive with ideas. Thus, this story was born. I have many fanfic ideas, but this is the first and only one to be actually written and published. So, it holds a very special place in my heart and mind. Now, a few things before we get started. I have it take place in present time because I was two when the movie came out in 1994, and I hardly remember what life was like back then. I don't plan to have any characters from the TV series show up. Also, I made Ra live because, damn it, he is awesome and my favorite Goa'uld. Also, I do encourage reviews and I am open to suggestions, but I absolutely do NOT tolerate flames. If you don't like it, don't read it, and don't waste my time telling me how much you hate it. And the most important thing of all, this is my own story and no one else's. I did have an unfortunate incident where I was accused of plagiarism, because we unknowingly had similar plot ideas. Fortunately, it was all resolved but it has made me a bit wary. Now, enough of my rambling and enjoy.

Disclaimer: *sigh* Let's get this part over with first. I do not own Stargate nor do I own Ra. I do own the plot and the original characters

*Abydos, 18 years ago*

The sun was a ball of gold fire in a sapphire blue sky. It blazed down on a vast desert that stretched for miles without end. It blazed down on the planet's inhabitants digging in the naquadah mines.A harsh wind blew swiftly against them, stinging bare skin with sharp grains of sand. They continued their work, unmoved by the elements, toiling ceaselessly under the hot sun.

In the distance stood a majestic pyramid, the home of their god, Ra, who ruled over them with an iron hand. He demanded their unwavering loyalty and service in exchange for their lives. All who opposed him were met with brutal punishment, even death.

His subjects rarely saw their god in the flesh and when they did, he always wore a mask. They did not know the face behind the mask nor the man who wore it. They did not know what he felt or thought, and what was the point in knowing? He was a god, far removed from the petty concerns of mortals. His word was law and that was all they cared about.

Work or punishment, nothing in between. What was the point in trying to get into a god's head and understanding him? It was not beneficial.

So the workers continued on with their daily toil, with only a few glancing towards the pyramid every now and then, and silently wondering what their Lord Ra was doing right now.


The First Prime of Ra was a man known for his courage and strength. He was brutal, swift, and not easily frightened. He stood tall next to his fellow guards and his face was perfectly composed. However, his heart was beating rapidly with fear, so rapidly it seemed to be trying to escape his chest. Every fiber in his body screamed for him to run far away and never return.

This reason for this fear was simply due to the fact that he had come bearing bad news, and such news will be ill-received.

Warily, he eyed the slender figure of Ra standing tall and imposing before him, dressed in exquisite robes and adorned with a few beautifully crafted ornaments. He stood with his back towards his guards, staring out a large window that gave a view of the blue, cloudless sky. Light from the late afternoon sun ran through his dark hair and glinted off the gold around his throat. To the inexperienced eye, Ra did not appear to be very dangerous. His slender physique and delicate features lulled his foes into believing that he can be easily defeated.

The First Prime knew all too well that they were wrong. Ra was cunning and powerful, with an unspeakable wrath. The cruelty he imposed on his enemies would make even the most strong-hearted men tremble in fear. Now that wrath would be directed towards him, and the First Prime took a deep, silent breath to calm the wild beating of his heart. It was important that he appeared brave even though he could possibly lose his own life.

Ra turned from the window and fixed his dark eyes on his men. "What news do you bring me?"

The First Prime resisted the urge to flinch. He was used to the unnatural, flanged voice that Ra spoke with, but the words were delivered with a coldness and a vague but present note of hostility made his spine crinkle.

"My Lord, I regret to inform you, but the girl is dead." Ra's face remained expressionless but his eyes flashed with a furious white light. "You were supposed to bring her back to me alive," he said in a deadly voice. "She carried a hidden dagger, my Lord, which we did not know of. She used it to stab herself in her heart," the First Prime explained, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "She fell into the river below the cliff where we cornered her. It happened so fast, we were unable to prevent it." Ra narrowed his eyes. "Did you retrieve her body?" "We searched the entire river but there were no traces to be found. Forgive me, my Lord. I have failed you."

With these last words, the First Prime and his men quickly kneeled and bowed their heads. He could feel each beat of his heart and wondered if he was drawing his last breath. A light sweat broke out over him and he risked a surreptitious glance at his god. Ra stared down at him with cold contempt.

"Leave me," he said suddenly, turning his back on them. "All of you leave me. Now!" The last word came out like a crack of thunder.

With a hasty bow, the First Prime, his men, and the attending servants hurried out of the room. Every face bore relief that they were to live for another day.


Only when he was completely alone did Ra allow himself to display his fury. With a swift raise of his hand and a red glow from his palm, a nearby vase was flung violently towards the wall and shattered into a thousand fragments on the smooth floor. Ra lowered his arm with his hand clenched tightly into a fist. Angry thoughts raged through his head.

"I have lost her! Those incompetent humans! If they had found her body, I would have been able to revive her. She would be here by my side instead of rotting in the river. Damn it all!"

He gritted his teeth and his eyes flashed.

"She was supposed to be mine. My queen. My Beloved. None of this would have happened had those fools not interfered."

Ra seethed at the memory. He had disposed each of them but her brother had managed to resist him long enough to allow his sister's escape. Ra had taken a vindictive pleasure in killing him and allowed himself a moment to relive the memory. Then he closed his eyes and slowly began to take some deep breaths. Gradually, his body began to relax as he regained control of himself, and his mind began to work on possible solutions to his problem.

Lost in thought, Ra left his quarters and wandered around the palace. He ignored the fearful glances of the passing guards and servants who did not dare to say anything about his unusual behavior. He was did not have a particular destination in mind, until he reached an area of the great hall where, a few days ago, he had encountered her marveling over the carvings in the wall.

Staring at the wall, Ra remembered the conversation they had shared. It had been the first time they were alone together without one of her companions nearby. She had been nervous, only able to meet his eyes for a few seconds at a time before turning her face away. It had only succeeded in making her more appealing. Ra remembered that day vividly. He remembered the unique color of her eyes and the way her hand brushed back her hair. He could hear the sound her voice in his mind, explaining to him an interesting aspect of her people's beliefs.

We believe in the power of reincarnation. To us, it is the rebirth of the soul in a new form, a new place, and a new time."

In this flash of memory, Ra suddenly realized that he had solved his problem and a small smile formed on his lips.

"She will be reborn and I will find her again. I shall search the whole universe even if it takes a lifetime."

Feeling victorious, he returned to his quarters and once again stood at the window. He remained there until night descended and the planet's three moons shone brightly above the palace. Ra looked up at the stars glittering in the black sky.

"I promise you, my love. I will find you again. And when I do, you will be mine."