AN- Ok, I forgot to mention this before, because it wasn't that necessary to the first chapter, but there is a slight crossover with star wars in this story. Namely, the Force (by a different name), and lightsabers (called shimmer swords or light pikes in this story). That's all though, because I want to keep it mainly Stargate SG-1. Also, I came up with this story way back when (like before Daniel died, and before they knew much about the Ancients), so the Ancients are totally different than in the show.

AN2- I know the summery said the dream was going to get dangerous, but that's a while from now, just so you know.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate; I'm just borrowing characters and such. I don't own Star Wars either, I'm just borrowing a couple concepts.

Chapter 2

Breakfast and a Walk in the Forest

"Daniel!" the voice of Col. Jack O'Neill woke Daniel up. He hit his head on the upper bunk again; he was so startled, and then promptly fell over the edge of the bed onto the floor.

"Dang it, Jack!" he mumbled groggily, "What do you want?"

"Well, I guess not the entertainment value of watching you get out of bed," O'Neill's eternally sarcastic voice finally had a face to go with it, as Daniel got his eyes to focus, and it was smirking.

"C'mon," O'Neill nodded his head toward the door. "The Kriftians are waiting breakfast for us."

Daniel got up...and stumbled again as he did so. "Oomph." He mumbled into the floor. "What time is it, Jack?"

O'Neill looked at his watch. "Oh, about 0900, Earth Time,"

Putting on his pants, Daniel asked, "Why'd you let me sleep in so late?" Uh-oh, the dream must have lasted longer this time. Jack never lets me sleep past 0600 when we're off planet.

O'Neill just shrugged. "I don't know. It was the Kriftians' idea; they seemed to think you needed rest. You know how they can sense the weirdest things."

"Yeah,"

"How'd you sleep?"

Daniel had to think about that; he wasn't really sure. "Umm...good question,"

O'Neill gave Daniel "that look"; the one that always seemed to say, by Daniel's definition, what the heck do you mean, you annoying archeologist?

Daniel just shrugged and put on his khaki military jacket. "I had a weird dream, that's all,"

That helped smooth the look on O'Neill's face...sort of. "Ah. Well, are you just gonna stand there, or what? I'm hungry!"

"Well, let's go, then," Daniel rolled his eyes and stifled a yawn. "Do you ever stop thinking about yourself and your stomach?"

O'Neill thought about that for exactly one second, then said, "Myself, yes; my stomach, no."

Daniel laughed a little, and it got O'Neill started as well. The two men were still chuckling as they emerged from the hut that served as living quarters for the two SG teams that were on Krift.

Daniel inhaled the scent of the many flowers in the village; the Kriftians had a special bond with living things, and made sure that there was plenty to go around. Major Samantha Carter was waiting for them by the entrance to the community dining hall with Col. Hendrick, the new leader of SG-3.

"Hey, sleepyhead," she said to Daniel; she greeted O'Neill a little more formally. "C'mon; breakfast will get cold if we stand out here."

Daniel stepped inside the building, the scents shifting immediately from flowers to food, and his stomach rumbled. "Frik'lan for breakfast again?" he asked Etalm, the fifteen-year-old son of the Kriftian village leader.

Etalm flashed a smile. "I know it's your favorite of our dishes here, so I suggested it to Tenni last night. It's my favorite, too." Tenni was the resident cook, and all of her creations were, to say the least, unique. Daniel took his usual seat next to the boy, and they ate their breakfast in comfortable conversation.

As Tenni and her assistants set the food before everyone in the dining hall, Daniel closed his eyes. Mmm...Frik'lan, he thought, I'm not sure why the sun-dried remains of the forest fruits around here taste so good, but I'm glad they're there. His thoughts began to wander as he ate his meal slowly. I think I'll ask Jack if I can spend a few more hours down at the ruins before we leave today. The north wall has a derivation of Ancient on it, and I want to see if I can find more.

"Etalm, hand me that small brush there, would ya?" Daniel mumbled. He was on his hands and knees, scrubbing the dirt and rock off of yet another stone in the forest clearing. He felt the wooden handle slap into his palm, and continued his work, mumbling a "thanks" into the ground.

The boy stifled a laugh at the older man's enthusiasm over a rock in the ground, walked over to his knapsack, and pulled out a vana fruit. Munching on the tangy vana, he sat down next to Daniel again. "Find anything interesting, Dr. Jackson?"

Daniel sat up, stretching the tensed-up muscles in his back, and stifled a yawn. "Not yet, but I'm recording these symbols in this section of the ruins. They're a derivation of Ancient, but so far that's the only thing I've figured out."

"You look tired,"

Daniel blinked a couple of times. "Yeah, I just had a weird dream, I guess."

Etalm wasn't convinced. "Something about the dream worries you. What is it?"

Daniel sighed and lay on his back, gazing at the purple leaves of the surrounding forest.

"I've been having this same dream for a month, now, back on Earth. It usually wouldn't bother me, but it was so vivid this time...I don't know, maybe I'm just being paranoid, but I think someone is trying to talk to me through my dreams." He looked over at Etalm. "I probably sound like a raving lunatic, huh?"

"Not really," the boy got up and stretched. "I'm going for a walk through the Andu. Would you like to join me?"

Daniel nodded, and the two of them started for the trees. "Andu", in the Kriftian language, meant "Land of sunset leaves" which was very appropriate, considering all of the leaves in the Andu forest were different shades of purple, which was the color of the sky at sunset.

"You don't seem too surprised about my claim that someone's talking to me in my dreams," he said, after they had walked for about fifteen minutes, "I've been wondering why,"

Etalm tilted his head slightly to the right and brought it back to vertical again, a Kriftian shrug. "Sometimes Shenol will do things that no one understands. Some of us can feel it, feel it's currents through living things, causing the mind to go down paths that no one ever thought of. Shenol will only speak to you when your mind is quiet, which may explain your dreams. It may be trying to tell you something, or maybe this voice belongs to someone who has mastered the Sheni Arts."

Daniel looked thoughtful. Shenol was the name the Kriftians used to describe the presence for lack of a better word, that they said was within and surrounding all living things. To the SG teams, it all just sounded like a myth, possibly passed on from the Ancients, but Daniel was starting to wonder whether or not it might have some basis in reality. There was no other explanation of how a living being could talk through dreams from who knows how far away. He asked, "What's the Sheni Arts?"

Etalm took a breath, "The Sheni Arts are the mastery of Shenol. If properly trained, a man could use it to probe minds, lift objects...even predict the future, to an extent."

They walked some more in companionable silence until Etalm spoke again, "Dr. Jackson, if you would learn to quiet your mind, you may soon be able to hear the voice of Shenol. I can teach you a little, but it may be helpful to talk to whoever is trying to find you in the dream."

Daniel was about to respond, when his radio cracked to life, and O'Neill's voice came through. "Daniel, head on back to the 'Gate. We're leaving in five."

"On my way, Jack."

"Sorry Etalm," Daniel shrugged his shoulders in an apology. "But I've gotta go now. Gen. Hammond gets cranky if I don't give a good report."

Etalm laughed. "It's ok, Dr. Jackson, just remember what I said; it may help."

Daniel nodded, turned, and jogged off in the direction of the Stargate, leaving Etalm shaking his head under the purple leaves.