A/N: Okay, originally I hadn't planned on splitting these two chapters, but on further consideration, I decided that due to the length, and the handy suspenseful ending of the first, that a break would work. So here it is. Hope you enjoy. Another warning though, there is some dark stuff going on in this chapter, but I made it as fleeting as possible. Please read and review, I look forward to your input!

Also, this chapter is dedicated to my brother, Nathaneal. Happy Birthday!

Chapter 10

For the longest time he just stared down at Neolaía's now still body. Had he been right? Had the original girl's consciousness remained, hidden deep within Neolaía's subconscious, waiting for the chance to come out? From the confusion and fear on the young woman's face, Daniel presumed that she had no knowledge of what had happened to her, anything that had happened to her, since the day she went into the forest of Union, years ago. To awaken from what must have seemed like death itself, only to die again? It was almost too much to comprehend.

But the real question was this: Had the amphelos that melded with her taken control, or had Neolaía spoken the truth when she said that she was neither girl nor amphelos. That she was a Union of both and neither. He'd probably never know the answer. Looking back down at his arm, he noticed a bit of smudging of the markings made in blood. Taking out his black notebook from one of his pockets, the Jaffa must not have deigned it dangerous (they just didn't know him well enough), he began to copy the symbols from his arm onto the paper. When he finished, he looked around him at the square.

Bodies lay everywhere, but he didn't see any SGC personnel among the fallen. The surrendered villagers had gathered around the man who had helped him, and were conversing in low tones, meekly looking around at the carnage. Further up toward the gate, Daniel saw the SG teams. Carter was talking to Jack and Teal'c. Suddenly they started looking around at the people in the square. Guessing that they must be searching for him, he lifted an arm and waved halfheartedly. Sam noticed and her face lit up as she waved enthusiastically back. The three members of SG-1 started walking over to their fourth.

When they reached him, all three of them stopped talking; they had been joking good-naturedly and reveling in each others company. Jack frowned. "Is that her?" he asked. Daniel could only nod in reply. "Can't say I'm sorry to see her go." Jack commented. Upon seeing the hurt look on Daniel's face, Jack took a step back. "What?"

Daniel shook his head, then slowly slid out from under the rapidly cooling body. Straightening up, he gazed down at the marred figure lying still on the ground. Looking back up, he saw the concerned looks the others were giving him.

"We should head back to the gate." Sam said, in hopes of changing the subject. "There are injured, and the three of you should be checked out." The others nodded noncommittally and started walking back toward the gate with Carter. Daniel began following them, then stopped, looking down at the ground. It took a while for the others to notice he wasn't with them, but when they did, they turned around and gave him a questioning look.

"There's just one more thing I have to do." Daniel said, picking up a sword one of the villagers dropped when he was shot down, and trudging determinately toward the temple. As he walked, he let his mind wander through memories.

"Omoroca…"

"More…"

"The god Belus came down unto Babylon…unto the place of Omoroca……and cut the woman asunder…Oh god! …Oh god, he killed her! I'm sorry, I'm sorry…that's all I ever knew, I swear…"

"Belus."

"He was a goa'uld."

"Yes. He murdered…my love."

"I'm sorry…"

"But I'm going to make up for it." Daniel said to himself, coming out of his thoughts to see that his feet had brought him to the temple throne room, where Belenus had fled to. The goa'uld was busy collecting up objects from in a chest next to his throne, his back turned to the door. He hadn't heard Daniel come in. "I know who you are, Belus." Daniel said, a disconcerting calm to his voice.

At the sound of the voice, Belenus whipped around, one hand holding a trinket box, the other dangling a ribbon device. "How do you know that name?" He asked in shock.

"We had a mutual acquaintance." Daniel smiled. "Actually, it's more like I knew someone, who knew someone, who knew you. I know, it's confusing." Adjusting his grip on the sword, he began advancing toward the goa'uld. "I had a friend named Nem, you knew his mate."

"I don't know who you are talking about!" The goa'uld backed up, bumping into the throne as he tried to get away from the crazed archaeologist.

"Oh yes you do…" Daniel said, taking the final step that brought him to the base of the throne. "This is for Omoroca." He thrust the sword into Belus' abdomen to the hilt. Once there, he twisted the sword and pushed upwards, causing the goa'uld to gasp.

"Why…" Belus said, then his eyes flashed white before slowly closing.

Extracting the now bloodied sword, Daniel let the body fall to the floor. "Because you murdered her." He whispered vehemently. Then he turned away to leave the temple.

Standing in the doorway to the throne room were Jack, Teal'c and Sam. All three of them stared at Daniel and the dripping sword he held in his hand. Sam looked horrified, Jack had a concerned frown on his face, and Teal'c wore only a knowing expression. Shaking his head, Daniel brushed past them and out of the temple.

Daniel, Jack and Sam stood silently at the top of the ditch as Teal'c carefully placed Neolaía's body next to the other two with their burial shrouds of amphelos. They hadn't been sure if her badly burned and damaged body would even be able to grow a burial shroud of amphelos, but they had all decided that this is where she would have wanted to be laid to rest.

As Teal'c climbed back out of the ditch, Daniel fiddled with his tiny black notebook. Jack looked over at him and finally asked him the question he had been waiting to ask for a while. "So what happened back there?"

Daniel looked up; glanced quickly at Jack, then back down again to his notebook. "You wouldn't understand." Feeling a hand rest heavily on his own, he followed it up to reveal Teal'c standing next to him, a solemn and respectful expression on his face.

"I do understand, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c had known as soon as he had seen that determined look on Daniel's face as he picked up that sword to go to the temple. Retribution. Remembering back to his own retribution against Cronus for his father's death, he nodded to Daniel. "Omoroca rests at peace now."

Surprised, Daniel realized that Teal'c did understand him. "Thank you." Absently he started flipping the notebook open and shut. The movement caught Carter's attention, and she moved closer to him.

"What's that?" She asked, noticing the scribbles on the page he kept flipping to.

"What?" He looked down to the page she was pointing to. "Oh, it's what Neolaía wrote on my arm before she died. I wrote it in here as a more…permanent copy." He handed the notebook over to Sam. "It's a gate address. The address to her homeworld. She told me to let her people know what happened here."

Nodding in understanding, Sam passed the notebook back to Daniel. Taking one last look at the two viny mounds in the ditch, now with a blackened figure next to them, SG-1 turned and headed back to the Stargate.

The End

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading this and giving your input along the way. I hope you enjoyed how it turned out. I know it leaves a lot of questions left unanswered, and that's why I'm putting this note at the end. My original story idea for the Ninsar was not at all how this turned out, and as the story progressed, and traveled farther and farther away from my original idea, I began to realize that a sequel would have to be made. In this sequel, I will attempt to show you how the idea was meant to be. And no, it's not a remake of the same story, it's a continuation of the storyline. But if you honestly don't want a sequel, let me know. I hope you look forward to it as much as I do, but I can understand if people don't find it sequel-worthy.

A/N 2: Again, creative license on the numbering of these author's notes, but who cares. I just thought you might want to know that the inspiration that helped me through the writer's block I had been suffering for the final two chapters was a wonderful song called Bodicea by Enya. Set it on loop and write away. It works wonders. It also helped to set the mood for these very emotionally packed scenes. I hope they turned out well.

Tune in for the sequel (tentatively) named Next of Kin!