Okay, folks! Chapter nine has arrived! Now, it gets a little corny in the middle, then it lessens, somewhat. That's all ya needed ta know! Thanks!
"This is not what we have planned!" One soul shouted at the other. "You know this, yet you sent them there anyway?"
"Silence, Jaylen!" The other roared. "This is what we needed to happen! Can you not see that?"
"Oma-"
"Or do you not care?" She interrupted icily. "They have never meant anything to you have they? Despite the fact that they were our allies, the Furlings to you have always been a tool."
Jaylen held her gaze. He wouldn't back down from this. They had planned an attack and she had gone and sent O'Neill to the Furlings! This could not be tolerated! She has broken the rules! He raged silently. They were not to interfere with others! Yet, she has once again! Traitorous fool! She will pay for this insubordinate act! With her life if she must, he silently vowed. I will see to it, personally.
"You have interfered!" He shouted accusingly at her.
"Only with your plans." The head council member pointed out softly. The room was a grand one, with twelve seats at the front, then towards the middle a stand and behind that, seats for jurors and on lookers. The seats and stands were carved white marble and the judges' booth seemed to glow with an un-earthly blue light. The high vaulted ceilings displayed patterns off light reflecting off an invisible pool.
Jaylen sputtered but couldn't say anything. "This trial should not be happening, Jaylen." He glared at the judge. "You are both dismissed."
"Desalla." Another council member called after her. "Take three with you to aid O'Neill and Draco. They shall need it."
Oma nodded, and slowly turned into light. The rest of the room watched as she disappeared into the ceiling.
"It has started." The man who last spoke said.
"Yes, it has." The head councilor replied. "Let us hope that it goes they way we wish it."
The pair of them wondered in the Furlings realm for what seemed like hours, finding nothing but bodies and wreckage. What had once been great cities were burned to the ground. The smoke was thick in the atmosphere, making it hard to see for the Dragon and his pup. There were bodies littered on the floor, most had only a single burn wound in the chest, something that signified the Ori had struck.
Jack tried not to breath to deeply, for fear of inhaling the smell of the dead he knew he could never rid from his nostrils. The sky was beginning to darken on the city, making it seem like a graveyard of fear. All they could see for miles was destruction, not a single living thing, not even a stray animal or plant. Everything was simply destroyed, wiped out, never to be heard from again.
The sounds of life would never return to this once great city. The buildings and courtyards would be washed away with time, and would come to resemble one of Daniel's many ruins he found scattered amongst the galaxy. It would be a place that forever remained burned in his memory, something that he would never forget. The fact that he had failed, that he had let these people down over something as trivial and fighting with his friends.
The thought that his selfishness had caused this was almost unbearable. He knew he should have left right when Oma had told him to go, but he didn't, because he wanted his 'friends' to come with him. The whole city had been decimated because he wanted to prove something to someone, because he thought that if they knew what he was doing then, maybe, they would leave him be. He delayed thinking that they would try to help him if he showed them this, but it didn't turn out that way.
His plan had gone to hell in a hand basket rather quickly and he had left for the cabin. He waited too long and now an entire race of people was dead, gone, annihilated because of him. Jack O'Neill walked stiffly next to his Dragon sire, wondering if he could do anything, anything at all, to change what happened here this day. If only he had used his head! If only he had done what he should have! Not lollygagged and procrastinated!
"It's not your fault." Draco spoke softly, so softly that Jack almost didn't hear him. "You couldn't have foreseen this, I certainly didn't or I would have come and gotten you."
"It is my fault." O'Neill whispered back. "They're dead because of me. The Ori killed them because I didn't act when I should have! Tell me how this is not my fault?"
Draco stopped and turned his head to look at his guilt-ridden pup. "Because I let you!" he insisted firmly. "I let you try and make peace with your friends before you left. Because I knew how important they were to you!"
Jack looked away from the wise dragon's eyes and at the dusty floor below. It wasn't Draco's fault, it was his own. He didn't need Daniel, Sam, Teal'c and Mitchell then, he didn't need their approval to go save someone all he needed was what he had at the time. "If you say so."
Draco nudged him gently to make him look back at the Dragon. "I do, pup, I do."
O'Neill sighed deeply. "We should go, before the Ori come back to gloat."
Draco was about to reply when they heard an unearthly howl. Startled the two looked up to see a giant stream of fire hurling towards them. Draco roared and pulled his right wing up in front of the flame, making it bounce harmlessly into a nearby building. Throwing his wing back he glared down the wide street at the culprit. The Ori looked to be a man made of fire. His eyes were white slits, and his mouth was set in was what looked like sneer of light. He seemed to be at least ten feet tall from where they were standing.
"Draco!" his voice sounded like roaring flame, and it echoed around the empty city and off the crumbling walls. "The Dragon King, and who is this? A human? How pathetic your cause has become!"
O'Neill's eyes turned solid black at the words. "You bastard! You killed them!" He made to run at the fiery beast but Draco stopped him by putting his left wing out. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
"No!" Draco shouted back. "You are not ready for this!"
"Yes, I am!" O'Neill shot back. He stared deeply into the Dragon's eyes. Suddenly Draco lowered his wing. The Ori took this as his cue and flew with alarming speed at them. O'Neill leapt into the air, the Ori shooting after him, leaving a blazing trail behind. He glanced back to see it was gaining on him. Good, he thought with a sinister smile. Come to papa you sorry son of a bitch! Suddenly he stopped, causing the Ori to over shoot him. "Die you miserable excuse for life!"
A bright white light erupted from O'Neill's outstretched palms, enveloping the Ori. There was a loud blood curling roar and suddenly the energy faded, leaving nothing in its wake. The Ori had been incinerated by the energy from the Dragon pup. Draco stared amazed at his offspring. He had no idea he could do that already! That was a powerful eruption of energy that he himself had a difficult time controlling in such an emotional state.
"Take that you piece of shit!" O'Neill shouted at the space the Ori used to occupy. Slowly he drifted down to Draco and settled himself next to him. He glanced up at his Dragon father and saw something akin to awe on his face, something he had yet to see from the dragon.
Draco nodded his approval. "That was unexpected from you pup." O'Neill cocked his head to one side. "I had not realized you could control that much energy at a time."
"Neither had I." He admitted truthfully. "But seeing that thing," he spat out the last word, "standing there like that set off something inside me that I hadn't felt in a long time." He let out a shaky breath. "I honestly didn't know I could do that."
Draco nodded slowly, trying to understand the implications of this. "Come, we must return to my realm. Eilyanna is waiting, as it Oma Desalla."
"Okay." Jack breathed, then the two were gone in a flash of yellow light.
Daniel, Sam, Teal'c and Cameron sat in different stages of shock. The Furlings were gone? Daniel thought worriedly. How the hell did the Ori manage to wipe out one of the four great races in less than seven hours? His mind and that of the rest of SG-1's was racing at top speed, each member trying to figure out what had happened.
"I don't understand," Daniel, mumbled, "how could one Ori wipe out an entire civilization?"
"He did Daniel." O'Neill answered, his voice devoid of emotion. "I saw it, the whole city was in ruins. Bodies were piled everywhere and some were just left to lie in the streets. The smoke in the air was so thick it was like a dense fog."
Mitchell looked up. "What happened when you were there?"
"The Ori came back." O'Neill's words were almost a whisper. "We fought, I won."
"God, Jack!" Patrick exclaimed softly. The living room in the cabin was full, every seat being used. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." The answer was hollow. "I killed the bastard. One shot and he was gone."
Oma Desalla and two of her most trusted friends watched in silence, unseen by the room's occupants. She knew something in O'Neill had snapped, something had been let out of its cage, something huge, something that would change things forever. The fight with the Ori was a turning point and he had chosen his path, even if he knew not. Events had been set in motion, things that could not be redone. The future was coming, quicker than they could expect or predict.
The flow of time and space, of destiny and free will had been altered, and it would leave them all tumbling over in its wake. The Prophecy had come.
Well, there ya have it. In all it's melodramatic(sp?) glory! Yeah, I know, kinda stupid, but with stuff like this,stupid is unavoidable(sp?) at times...please review!
