Sam looked over her friends, trying to figure out what to tell them. She looked over to Jack, he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. And it pained her for that trust that she worked so hard to build in the last seven years to be abandoned by her lies. And now she was here, in this place that was once her home. And it scared her. Even now she could feel the change in her mannerism. The Airforce officer was dissolving quickly. And for a second all she wanted to do was to hold on to that.

"Carter do you mine telling me where the hell are we?" That was it.

That tone of voice that was colder than ice. Huntress was back in full effect now, and she could feel that part her taking over.

"Home." She replied in an equally cold voice.

Daniel's grew large. "W...What do...you mean..."

Before he could he complete the sentence the double doors busted opened to reveal a red headed beauty, walking purposely towards Sam. The obviously younger woman moved with long graceful strides. Her green eyes glowing with excitement, and curiosity that she hadn't lost with age. She stopped in mid step with the shock "Lady Samantha?" Sam broke out in her one of her genuine smiles. And Jack looking upon the scene was secretly glad that some of the old Sam was still there. "Yes, Morwen." She replied in that low husky tone. Morwen smiled and laughed as she took her friend in a long embrace. Jack, Daniel, and Teal'c stood there looking at Sam and Morwen. Trying to figure what the hell was going on.

"Have you heard of Bain's return, My lady?"

Sam only nodded to her friend. " Yes, that is why I have returned."

The red head nodded in understanding. "I wish it was under better circumstances that you have return to us, My lady." Sam looked over her oldest and dearest friend. It was indeed a long time since she had saw her. She was still training the Fian guards the last time Samantha had seen her. And now she wore the robes of high commander of the guard. Jack's growl broke her reverie.

"Who in the hell is this Bain. I heard that Nich...Nicholi dude tell her that Bain is awake. What the fuck does that mean?"

"That is none of your concern, Jack."

"MAJOR!"

"ENOUGH!" she bellowed. The room was at once silent. Jack looked at her in disbelief. In the seven years that he had known her, he had never heard that tone from her. Sure he heard it from his previous Commanding Officers, but never from one of his subornates. And surely not from her.

"Morwen take a couple of your most trusted guards and led them to east tower. Treat them as our most honored guests."

The woman bowed once again.

Sam looked over her starred friend and laughed her warm laugh that seemed to brighten the marble hall bedroom that they were in. "Make sure that guard be kept vigilant watch over my companions. I cannot allow to keep them unprotected." Morwen bowed to her. " It will be done, My lady."

"I"m not going anywhere to I get some answers, Major." Jack stated in tone of voice that would have most of his subornates running for cover.

Sam gave one her cold smiles. And once again the rest of her teammates felt the hairs on the back of their necks stand on in.

"At this point, I am Lady here, Colonel. And only my commands are obeyed." Morwen smiled. She didn't know what these strangers were to her, especially this colonel character was, but Lady Samantha was back in her old form. That could only mean one thing: Things were going to get interesting.

"Show them to their quarters, Morwen." The woman once again bowed and ushered her dumbstruck friends from the bedroom.

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/God it's strange to be back here. It's looks like nothing has changed./ She looked over the bedroom, sighing to herself. She was back in this realm, and things have obviously changed, but things were still the same. Bain was back and she had no time to play around. She had to change. She looked over to her wardrobe. The large floor to ceiling chest. She walked over to it and opened it to find all her things that she had left still there hanging. Obliviously freshly washed. She opened the back panel to the wardrobe and found what she was looking for. Her old jump suit. It was gift from the Volens. It was a long catsuit of sorts. Leather from the finest calfs. Long scroll work stitches going the length of the suit. Though it would be to hot for such a suit in this summer season. She went for the short black almost sport bra like strappy top. along black leggings, and her black and with blue piping carwash skirt that went to her ankles. Along with knee length leather boots, made from Anklien's famous boot makers.

She went into the now inactivated mirror and looked at her reflection. She touched her wheat colored hair. It was different now. It was longer down to it's original length of to her shoulders. it was also quite wavy. Though she didn't know how she could it be. She had reverted back to her old look. Nothing of Major Samantha remained. It was huntress all the way, now. Now she only needed the finishing touches of her native costume. She went to her chest that she carried over with her, and traced the carvings on the lid of the chest. Sam remember doing the same thing when she was a young girl. She remembered her mother's vague answers to her childish excited questions.

This was one of her most cherish gifts from her mother. The seemly old chest had been in her family for several generations, passed from mother to daughter. Samantha reached inside her short top and pulled a long silver chain. Hanging from the chain was a silver key that seemed to almost glow. She took from around her neck and inserted the key into the lock. She took a deep breathe before she opened it. And it was a long beautiful silver broadsword. Engraved with the symbols of her people on the hilt. The sheath also held symbols different but also familiar to her. She touch each symbol of the sword's hilt. Remembering what Aeron told her what they meant. Of duty that passed along with this sword. Of everything that gift that changed her life forever those years ago. /Oh, by the Goddess herself. I wish Aeron were here with me now. Please give just me the strength to protect them. All of them./

She grabbed the sword out of it's sheath and began to test it against the wind. Perfectly balanced as always. Sam was neither surprised or Alarmed at the fact. She returned the sword into the sheath and attached it to her back for easy carrying. Next she took out the matching daggers. One black, and One silver. Each symbolizing balance of good and evil. She took each one and attached to the strap on her thighs. Next their was two silver gauntlets. She slid them on to her forearms.

The last and finial touch to her look was the circlet. The symbol of her power, and the never ending struggle of her line. And of all the Tesub women before her. She carefully took the silver circlet and traced the words of power that made object almost alive. She carried it over to the vanity. And carefully put it down. At once she began to braid her hair so that when in battle she would not have it in her way. It was one of the reasons that she had cut it short in the military. And now she didn't have that luxury. When she was done, she placed the circlet on her head, and sighed. She was back. Completely. And now it was time to get to work.

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She summoned Morwen and Jesseyln, her head advisor. There were her closest friends her. Jesseyln was the opposite of her and Morwen. She had long black hair and olive skin. She was taller than the short length of Morwen, but neither was long and tall like Sam. She had the aura of strength and elegance that was hard to duplicate. When she saw Samantha she squealed in delight and ran into her arms. "You ARE back!" Sam laughed at her old friend. "Yes, I am back." And hugged her back. She grabbed her other friend and they gave a long group hug. When they finally realized her, they looked into each others eyes. Fear was there. Sam could almost smell it.

"Donot Fear, My friends." They looked at her incredibly.

"How can you tell us not to fear, My lady. Bain has returned. And you are in danger."

"I am In danger, I will not lie to you. Have faith, my friends. Have Faith."

They exchanged glances, fear was still obvious, but they dropped the subject for now. "Has the Council convened, Morwen?" The other woman nodded. " Aye, my lady they have that. Though I did not tell them of your return. I would pay thirty gold coins to see the look upon their faces."

"Aye. My Lady." Jesselyn agreed heartily.

"Go to east tower, and bring my friends to the council chambers. I would not want for them to miss it."

"Yes, my lady." She smiled and curtsied. She strided to the door quickly to retrieve her lady's guests. Before she left she looked over her shoulder to meet her dark eyes to Sam's sky blue ones. "It's good to have you back, My lady."

Sam chuckled and smiled. "It's good to be back."

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Samantha entered the council chambers in mist of angry shouts and accusations. It was a furry of chaos. It came to halt when she entered. There was no trace of the softer lines in her face. Only steel. Morwen knew that face well. It meant that she was steeling herself for what was to come later. Samantha was no longer the best friend she came to know and love. She was a leader, and the feared warrior. Everything else faded the moment she stepped into the room. Samantha heard the murmurs as she passed by each council member. Wearing there white and gold robes of their station. She paused in front of the high dais. And there sitting on the throne was her steward. Her friend, and almost sister. Luna daughter of Zerka, rose out her seat and smiled, then bowed.

"All hail Samantha Elizabeth Valerius Carter, Queen of Caredanal."

"HAIL!" came a loud response from council members as they all bowed before her.

Samantha without hesitation took the throne. While Luna took the chair right of her. While Jesselyn took the chair to her left. She looked passed the council and on to the faces of her friends that were sitting in the balcony looking down on her in shock. Jack's face was pale as she had ever seen it. Daniel was also pale looking upon this woman he had grown to love as his sister. Teal'c was as stoic as ever, but she could easily recognize the shock in his dark eyes. The betrayal was still so very evident in her friend's eyes, which almost brought her to her knees. Yet she knew she had no such luxury. This was a time for battle and strength. Her people will not see weakness from her on this day.

She looked upon the council members, each one she respected or loath in one way in the other twenty years ago. For five years she had ruled these people before passing on the task to Luna. And now she must rule them again. Against a battle of power for the throne Carandal. Bain would want this all this. And he will rule this realm into chaos. And kill that oppose him.

A large bang on a gong was heard and the murmurs quieted to an uncomfortable silence.

"The council has come to order," stated a loud voice.

Sam took a deep breath. Looking to Luna, Jesseyln and Morwen who was standing with her personal guard.

"I have returned to Caredanal for one reason, and one reason only. Bain Le Marque has awaken from his imprisonment." Their murmurs once again, as the council members looked to each other in fright. " The Le Marque's have always wanted power over us. And each Valerius in each generation's responsibility to preserve the balance here in this realm. Today that responsibility is still mine, for I am the last of the Valerius line. For a time our line failed the great people of Caredanal. Bain Le Marque seized the throne, slaughtering thousands in his genocide of the great tribes of this world. And now he will began again unless I stop him. And stop him I will Ladies and Gentlemen. "