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A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: Well, we got this one out fast didn't we? Well here is I hope a good chapter. We meet Liz in this one, and we discover some cool stuff about Teyla. Enjoy

A/N Nerwen Aldarion: I love this chapter, I can't wait to see your reactions.

Chapter 2: The Last Half

The three men travled for two days before the reached the beginning of the Broken Forest. The Forest was called that because the Sylus River cut between it, severing the Pagen Land from Kalante. It was dark when they got there, so John proposed setting up a camp for the night. Ronon went deeper into the forest to hunt, and returned an hour or so later with two large rabbits. Rodney was trying desperatley to light a fire using his skills as a mage, but it was difficult since the only thing he had ever lit before was a candle.

"How's that fire coming Rodney?" John asked for the tenth time.

"I'll get it, I'll get it!" Rodney replied, annoyed.

"I thought you were the best Mage ever?"

"I am, this is just so...so..."

"Difficult?" Ronon finished, half asking, half saying.

"Now that's insulting!" Rodney cried, his fear for the big man buried beneath his offended pride.

"Alright, alright, knock it off," John said, as he knelt beside Rodney and struck the dry timber with his flint. The sparks led to a small flame, and within minutes a fire crackled merrily. Ronon got to work by roasting the rabbits, and John scanned their surroundings again for any animals or other unwelcome visitors. He saw that Rodney seemed quite relaxed at the moment, and a devilish smile played on his lips.

"Hey Rodney," John said, catching the Mage's attention, "You know we're not far from the Sylus river."

"What, do you want me to go fishing? Because I'm deathly allergic to Fingen Moss, and that stuff grows all over the place..."

"No," John rolled his eyes, "Do you know what's past the river?"

"What?" Rodney asked.

"It's the Pagen Land," John answered, "I've been there a few times. Awful place."

"I'm sure it's not...that bad," Rodney replied, but a bit a fear was in his voice.

"I don't know," Ronon replied, understanding exactly what John was trying to do, "I've heard that it's pretty bad."

John grinned at the thief, "I ran into a sorceror there once. I'm not sure what he was going to turn me into, but I'm sure as hell glad I got out of there fast."

"Wh...what would he turn you into?" Rodney asked.

"Well if you're lucky, a snake, but it's bad if you become a mouse or a frog, cause you hardly ever make it past two days," John said.

"Two days?" Rodney squeaked.

"What about the Wizards?" Ronon asked, "I've heard they can turn you into stone by just looking at you."

"Yeah, but the Witches, now those are the worst," John said, "They'll burn up your brain, and turn your bones into dust if you just look at them."

"Don't forget that they capture children and eat their souls," A light voice broke in from the shadows.

Rodney screamed in terror, but both John and Ronon pulled out their weapons.

A light rippling of laughter filled the air as the figure stepped out from the shadows, Rodney took a step back expecting to see a terrible sorceror. But to their surprise it was a woman stepping out of the gloom, a very beautiful woman with long golden brown hair that glimmered in the firelight.

John was the first to come back to his senses, he held his sword to her throat, "Who are you and why are you here?"

She merely smiled, "I should be asking you that, only a fool travels the Broken Forest alone, and I see three."

John had a come back, "You're alone what does that say about you?"

"Perhaps I should specify, one who does not know these lands should never travel them. And only those who are mad would mock the pagans that roam these woods."

John lowered his sword, "Okay point taken, but you never answered my question."

She continued to smile, her gaze fixed on Ronon, "I am Teyla Emmagen and who are you?"

John thought she was asking him, "I'm John Sheppard and the mage is Rodney McKay."

Teyla barely heard him, she walked closer to Ronon who was equally staring at her, "And you are?"

"Ronon Dex."

She smiled wider, "Ronon." she repeated to herself. This was the one she had been searching for, the one her master wanted. Truthfully she almost wished she didn't have to give him to her master, he looked like a hero from the tales that children are told. The leather armour molded to his body perfectly, only heightening the rippling of muscles along his arms and his chest. He was so tall so very tall, and strong. She wondered what the extent of his strength was. She saw his hands, large and perfect, gently resting on the hilt of his sword and a sudden thought filled her. What would those hands feel against her skin? She shook such thoughts from her mind, she must remember her vows and never forsake them. The sound of his voice brought her out of her thoughts.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

She smiled a strange, mischeivious smile, "What would you say if I told you wherever you go?"

John grinned, "Oh so that's why you're here."

She turned to glare at him, "I'm not some half-witted tavern girl."

"Hey, I grew up in a tavern."

"Oh so that explains your manners." She taunted him.

"Now you're insulting my mother?"

"Hey," Rodney said cutting in, "Can we get back to why she's here?"

Teyla sighed, "I live around here and I heard you three and decided to find you before a Wizard or Sorceror does." The lies slid smoothly off her tongue, now all she had to do was see if they believed it.

"Okay then," John said, "We're fine so you can just go home now..."

"You do not need to send me home like some child!" she snapped, "I probably know these lands better than any of you, and truthfully I wish to leave this place."

"Where do you want to go?" Ronon asked her gently.

She turned to him, "Anywhere." There a traveler in need, see if that gives them the assurance to let her stay.

Ronon and Rodney turned to John as if silently asking permission to let her travel with them, "I don't know," John began, "We don't need a woman hindering us..."

"If you do not wish to accept my help it is your lost, it makes no differance to me." She began to walk away praying that this had to work.

"Stop." Ronon called out to her, she turned around to look at them. Ronon gave John a look that said it all.

John sighed, "Look can you use a sword?"

"Of course, and I can lift one too." She said defiantly.

"Congratulations, you're in!" John said sardonically, "Go home.

She couldn't believe this, well she was just going to have to lay it down, "I'm staying."

John turned to they guys, "Can you believe this?"

They shrugged, "Just let her stay," Ronon told him, "We could always use an extra sword arm."

John rolled his eyes, "Fine." But he thought there's just something not quite right with her.

Travelling with men wasn't necessarily easy, especially with John always staring at her suspiciously. He must know that she's more than what she seemed, she supposed he would never fully trust her until she told them the truth. But that wouldn't be easy considering their mistrust towards Pagens.

Even more frightening was her mission and her inability to carry it out. She tried to talk to Ronon, hinting about leaving to other places. But whenever he looked at her, her tongue became inable to make words. What was wrong with her?

The four of them were still treking their way through the Broken Forest, when they reached a clearing John stopped and started looking around. Teyla merely smiled, she already knew what was coming.

They heard the sound of twigs snapping. A low growl filled the air, one John especially hated to hear, "Rodney, was that your stomache?"

"No." Rodney said confused.

"Great, trolls." John said with disgust, "Rodney, Teyla stay back this is something we should handle."

"Now I feel safe." Teyla told him sarcastically. But he didn't even look at her, fine then let him get himself killed.

Three huge trolls lumbered from the trees, the stood over eight feet tall with drool dripping from their huge teeth. John suddenly realized he and Ronon had their work cut out for them.

Ronon and John went at the Trolls with everything they had, but they were so large and skin so thick, the cuts their swords made were like mere scratches. All the while Teyla just leaned against a tree watching John battling out a losing fight and she just smiled a knowing smile.

Ronon saw her at the corner of his eye, "Hey," he called out to her, "If you can use a sword we could use your help."

"I'm sorry this is something only men should handle." She said pointedly at John.

John would have strangled her if he wouldn't be killed by one of the trolls first, "Look you're right I could use your help. I'm sorry now could you please get in here!"

She stepped away from the tree, "You're in my way." She told him.

"What?" He asked dodging one of the troll's grubby fists.

But she didn't answer instead she walked closer to the trolls and let out a low whistle. They turned towards her and started to make their way in her direction. She stared intently at the trolls and in a low voice began to chant "Rokin bastur gretip nophor,". And to their surprise fire appeared in both of Teyla's outstretched hands.

All of the guys stared in shock but Teyla paid no heed, she was to busy throwing fire balls at the trolls. The fire caught quickly to the their skin and the trolls ran away in the direction of the river so they could douse themselves. Only then did Teyla close her hands and immediatly the fire dissappeared.

John immediatly ran over and placed the tip of his sword at her throat.

"What was that?" Ronon asked.

John answered for her, "She's a witch!"

Teyla placed a hand over the blade of John's sword, "And do you believe it is wise to place your sword at witch's throat?" she asked, "Rokluo,"and the sword glowed red hot.

"Ow!" John exclaimed dropping the blade, when he looked at Teyla she looked pleased with herself.

"How do you do that?" Rodney asked fascinated.

John was astonished, "She tries to kill me and you ask her how she does it?"

"Well sorry but I'm a mage I can't do somethings, I think it's fascinating."

"Fascinating!"

"You need not worry about him John," Teyla told him, "He just wants to use fire like I can."

"How did you know that?" Rodney asked. Teyla looked at him as if to remind him of the fact that she is a witch, "Oh right."

"Okay that's it you're leaving!" John told her.

"I'm sorry," Teyla began, "I didn't know that everything I had been taught was right, men really are fools."

All three of them said at the same time, "Now that's insulting."

She sighed, "Before you try to kill me, let me explain. I'm not here to hurt you or turn you in to anything." She turned to John, "Though I may make an exception in your case. Listen I just want to help you."

John still looked wary, "Why?"

"Because I...I believe you have a greater destiny then you know." She looked pointedly at Ronon, "And if you want to keep to your ways and send me away, but I could really be useful to you on this journey." She amazed herself at how good that sounded, she just hoped they believed it.

John turned to the others, "What do you think?"

Ronon spoke first, "I think she should stay, she just saved our lives." He smiled at her, "She seems different then what the stories say."

John noticed, "Hey Ronon, eyes off the witch." He turned to Rodney, "And you?"

"Well I think she could be very valuable and...useful."

John sighed, "Alright you can stay, just don't turn me into a snake or anything."

She smiled, "Of course not." She looked towards Ronon and smiled her thanks and her heart beat a little faster when he smiled back. A twinge of guilt hit her, what if what she was doing was wrong? Suddenly she had this terrible feeling she could be making a big mistake.

Deep in the forest, in a large clearing was Falgon Villiage. It was isolated from all of the other towns in Kalante, and it was a three day trip to Havenston. The villiage provided for itself, and it was fine that way. In one of the small houses, a young woman sat at a wooden table reading a book. She was one of the few in the villiage who could read, but not just the words of men, but the book she held was Elven. She brushed back a dark brown lock of hair behind her pointy ear. She was a half-blood, a rarety since the Elves hardly ever ventured from their kingdom.

"Elizabeth?" Lorna Weir called as she entered the kitchen area, carrying a tray of sweet buns.

"Yes, mother?" Elizabeth said looking up from her reading.

Lorna smiled, "How many times have you read that book?"

"I lost count," Elizabeth replied, "Is there anything you need?"

"I need you to make a delivery to Jarca," Lorna told her daughter, "And Thomas hurt his thumb fixing the Waterson's roof."

"Must I help him?" Elizabeth asked, "He'll ask me to marry him again."

"Oh Elizabeth," Lorna chuckled, "He's just a boy with a crush, you can't avoid him forever."

"You're right, mother," Elizabeth said with a sigh. She put the book down, and accepted the tray from her mother, "I'll be back after I heal Thomas' thumb."

Elizabeth left her home, and walked onto the only street in the village. Jarca's cottage was the last one on the street, but it wasn't a far walk. She never made the delivery, however. A sense of unease settled in her mind. She heard the screams before they even sounded. A band of Wraith swooped in on the small village, killing everyone in thier path. As the villager's relinquished thier lives, the horror of it echoed in her mind. She could feel their terror, she could hear their hearts as they stopped their steady beat. Her mind could not accept it all, and she had to give in to the sway of darkness.

The four companions had traveled for three days, and all of them longed to spend the night in an inn. Mainly because Rodney kept whining about how hard the ground was on his back.

"How..much..longer?" Rodney panted to John.

"Falgon Village is right ahead."

"Then why don't I see it?' Rodney asked, "If it's right ahead, why don't I see it?"

Teyla frowned as she looked up at the sky. Black smoke billowed like a dark cloud as it mingled with the blue sky.

"Do you..." She started to say.

"Yeah, I see it," John told her, as he pulled out his sword.

"What, what is it?' Rodney asked timidly.

"Wraith," John told him, "Stay back, Ronon watch him. And Teyla, if you've got any cool stuff, now's the time to whip em out."

"I believe the Wraith have left already, so you needn't fear," Teyla said.

"Didn't say it was the Wraith I'm afraid of," John muttered.

She cast him a look, but didn't say anything. She followed him, and Ronon as they entered the village. All of the homes, and shops were billowing black smoke, and flames devoured them like a hungry beast. What remained of the villagers was strewn about the street. All of them were dried carcasses, still wearing their normal clothes.

"Here's your first taste of evil, Rodney," John said with a grim face.

Rodney looked around in horror at it all, words were completley useless at this time. Finally he said one thing,"Did..anyone...survive?"

"No," Ronon told him, "They never leave anyone alive."

Teyla saw a blue dress lying on the street. What surprised her was that the person wearing the dress was not just a skeleton. "You're wrong," She said, "There is one who lives." All four of them ran to the young woman. Teyla was right, she was alive.

"Did she take a bump on the head?" John asked.

Teyla shook her head, and pulled out a small bark cup from her pouch. She ran over to a barrel still resting on a porch, although the house was burning to the ground. She dipped the cup into the barrel and scooped up some water. She ran back to the men, who were shaking the girl, trying to revive her. She pulled out a small vial with white powder inside. She poured some of it's contents into the water, "Westil, corrinon hafil." She said over the cup, "Raise her up," Teyla instructed them.

She poured some of the water into the woman's mouth. Immediatley she woke up sputtering. "Who are you?" She asked when she had recovered.

"Good question, mind if I ask you that?" John told her.

The woman looked around at her burning village, "My mother..."

"You are the only survivor," Teyla said.

She looked down, taking in the horrible truth. Something came over, like she had remembered something, "I have to get something," She told them as she ran towards one of the burning homes.

"What the hell?" John swore as he shrged after her. She was alread on the porch when he caught up with her, "Are you insame?" He asked, but she didn't respond. Instead she entered the home, and ran over to a wooden chest tucked in one corner. She threw open the lid and rummaged inside. The woman pulled out a long object wrapped in an old cloth.

"Now we can go," She siad, as she climbed to her feet. The roof gave a loud creak,a nd both of them looked up to the see the wooden planks holding the celing wreathed in flames.

"Now would be good," John said as it groaned again, "Go, go, go!" He yelled as pulled her towards the door. The roof flew down the meet the floor, John shoved her out the door.They both fell down onto the porch, his body covering hers.

The other three came running as they saw what happened. "You can get off of me now," The woman said.

"Right," John said getting up, "What were you thinking!" He scolded her as they moved away from the burning home.

"This is important to me," She said.

"Well then, let's see what was so important," John replied, ripping the object out of her hands. He unfurled the cloth to reveal a thin sword, in a silver scabbard. "What are you doing with this?" he asked, now very confused."

"Don't...!" She tried to warn him as he grabbed the hilt.

"Yeow!" He yelped, dropping the sword, "It bit me!"

"Sword's don't bite," Rodney stated matter of factly.

"Well that one does."

The woman had picked up the sword, and was holding it without any trouble.

"Wait a minute," Teyla said, turning to her, "Let me see your eyes."

The woman looked back at her with emerald green eyes, a color the race of men did not have, "You're a half-blood," Teyla commented.

"A half-blood?" John repeated.

"Elven silver!" Rodney gasped, "No wonder, only Elves can touch Elven silver. That is so rare, this sword is priceless, where did you get it?"

"My father gave it to me," She said, "He was an Elf."

"What's your name?" Ronon asked.

"Elizabeth Weir," She told them.

"Well nice knowing you, Elizabeth," John said, "So long." He turned to leave.

"Wait!" Elizabeth stopped him, "Take me to the Elven kingdom."

John snorted, "You've got to be kidding. No one goes there. Only Elves can, and I'm not an Elf, sorry."

"Then just take me to the river," Elizabeth said, "I'll find my own way there."

"No."

"We can't just leave her here," Rodney protested, "I mean look around."

"He's right," Teyla said, "We are headed to Havenston anyways, we'll take her to the river."

"Since when are you in charge?" John asked. All four of them glared at him, something he didn't like, "Alright, alright. Geeze we're becoming a caravan."

The five of them left the burning village, and re-entered the forest, none of them realized the adventure they were embarking on as well.

TBC

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