Author's Note: Hello all. Yes I'm starting from scratch with this story. It was a completed story that I wrote from February 2012 and finished November 2012 with 39 chapters. It was well received with fans reaching out to me on tumblr and facebook. Looking back on the story now, I personally know and feel in my heart it could've been better. It will take me some time to render it to the best that it can possibly be this time around. Please follow if you're interested. I greatly appreciate it.

New Chapter ONE Update 3/18/23. So thank you for waiting and being patient as I'm currently still going through this rewrite. Here's the first rewritten chapter. I will try my best to update every week or two. Some chapters will take longer than most to rewrite. This is a crossover with Stargate and Chronicles of Narnia.

As before. Present day storyline will be 'Normal font.' and past storyline will be in 'Italic font.'

I wish to thank every old or new reader here giving this story a chance. I hope that you all enjoy Dust In The Wind.

Chapter 1: Destines Collide

'All my dreams / Pass before my eyes, a curiosity'

8000 B.C.

Five men burst into the tent, one of them carrying a boy at about the age of nine.. "Make some room!" one of them cried.

A woman who already stood to her feet at their horrific arrival cleared a table of beadings and helped the man carry the boy laying him flat on the clean table. The boy was pale and looked like he had already perished. "His heartbeat is very faint." The woman said touching the boy's chest.

"He comes from the people that came across the red sea. We found him in the desert starved, injured, and abandoned." One of the men told the woman.

A little girl the same age as the boy and with fairer skin than them with green eyes watched terrified for the boy's life. She shivered at the sight of his sickly pale skin. "Is he alright?" She asked not realizing how low her voice carried.

The woman with the boy turned and caught the girl. "Nekta you should not be here, go." The woman led her out of the tent. Nekta took her time not looking away from the boy. "Go!" The woman kept urging the small girl.

"Wait!" The girl shouted in eagerness as the boy on the table began jerking his limp arms while moaning in pain and gasping for air.

The woman didn't say anything; she only gazed at the helpless boy. The girl never took her eyes off him. She noticed one of the wounds on his left shoulder is infected, a lion scratch maybe, she thought. Nekta pointed out at the wound as she made her way closer to the boy. "He is infected. He must be treated at once."

"With what?" One of the men spoke.

A woman who was in the corner of the tent the entire time got up. "I know of something." She ran out in haste.

Nekta walked up to the boy closer as the space could allow her. His breathing was low and hoarse; sight flickering as though fighting with all his might to keep awake. Nekta releases a tear that streamed down her face. The lady who ran out of the tent came back with some herbs and water.

Nekta couldn't get over how helpless the boy appeared and obviously felt. Still, he fought through his weakness as a champion. His pain was causing her to feel pain. She closed her eyes heaving from her nose and exhaled softly out of her mouth. Lifting her hand, she found his. She could hear the light liquid of the herbs being rubbed on his arm.

Suddenly Nekta could feel the boy's fingers move and closes tightly around hers. Nekta opened her eyes to see their hands crossing another's and lazily at the boy. His eyes opened looking straight up at hers. He loomed over Nekta with his pupils scared at first but became calm a few seconds later. Nekta grinned, "Everything is going to be all right. You're going to pull through." She reassured him.

The boy's eyes grew big and perched his lips back and forth trying to say something. He tightened his grip on Nekta's hand. Nekta tried to read his lips to understand what he was trying to say. Everyone in the tent went silent and stared as they noticed the boy tried to speak something.

"I'm sorry. I don't understand." Nekta told the boy as politely as she could. The boy gave up trying to talk and gazed into Nekta's eyes once more before closing his eyes again.

Present Day: The Planet Of Abydos

That was the last memory Ra erased away from his host of Nekta. The host was very strong for years keeping his memories away from Ra, especially his memories of Nekta which he never wanted to let go of. She was without a doubt the most important person ever to come into his life. She was his everything and he was her everything. But now he had no clue who she ever was and only knew his life as Ra. He hadn't the slightest idea who he really once was himself and that he had another name or where he was from. Nothing but the life Ra now gave him, still, he knows he was somebody else once. Ra was his controller and body. Whatever Ra did, thought, and feel the host would think and feel too. The host was incapable of his own feelings and thoughts because he had forgotten to use them and Ra kept him from trying to do so too.

Ra watched down from the highest window in the starship shaped like an ancient pyramid he traveled galaxies in. The people of Abydos were rebelling against Ra ever since a stargate team from earth came in from Abydos' stargate. Ra was planning to send a bomb one of the people from earth brought but things were not going according to Ra's plan. These humans were very smart, the host could feel Ra's anger build up. Just minutes ago, Ra caught one of them using his transportation rays and he tried killing the human with his hand device when the transportation rings came down the man hurried by taking Ra's wrist. Ra's entire right hand was cut off by the rays of the rings and the human got away.

Now with Ra's guards being overtaken by the Abydos people below and his weapon being taken away Ra groaned and hauled out of the room where his child servants stayed and into the control room to leave the planet. Ra pressed down on the globe that shelters the ship, he glanced at how slow the shields of the ship moved "Faster! Come on!" He shouted.

The transportation rings came down again without his command. Ra heaved and sighed angrily and deeply frightened as he made his way down the platform to the rings prepared to see who or what was coming through. An object took form inside the rings, and Ra could see a countdown of numbers. The rings go back up, and the bomb Jack O'Neil brought to the planet stared in Ra's face. Ra had rigged it earlier so the timer of impact could not be shut off. He originally planned to send the bomb through a stargate to earth to destroy it and the people. Now the humans from earth outsmarted him. The timer ticked away at six seconds.

All Ra's host could do was watch as the bomb ticked and hear the alien's thoughts while feeling its' emotions instead of his own. He could feel Ra grow nervous. Before the bomb reached two seconds the host felt a tight grip and was being pulled. Was the alien abandoning me? Was it getting us both out of the life-threatening situation? Darkness and there is a moment of freedom that surrounded him. Had I died? He thought he was dead all along, just that the alien kept him alive while it consumed him all that time. No, I was still conscious. Ra had now abandoned him as its' host. After a while, the host could see stars and other planets around him. He came very close to one of these planets and began seeing flashing lights. The last thing he heard was a lion's roar.

Present Day: Arnia

The bell of a schoolhouse rang off in the distance. Jane Pole wrote one last sentence in her diary. Her image is similar to Nekta's except not a little girl but a 16-year-old. Jane's twin brother Tristan took a lap around the pond on the outskirts of the village. If there was ever a day to spend outside, it was that day. The rains on the week made its' way out and the sun had dried all the rainfall without fast traveling winds. It was perfect. Jane sat on the concrete bench lying under her favorite elm tree. Before closing her journal Tristan splashed some of the pond's water her way.

Jane covered it up and playfully slapped her brother's shoulder with the leather-bound book. "You jerk."

Tristian dunked back into the water and came up teasing with laughter. "Not that you've got your nose out of your diary, join me for a swim sister."

Jill shook her head. Thinking of the extra work to clean mucky water off later sounded tedious. She also wasn't in the mood. "I'm thinking of going into town."

"Whatever for?"

"I want to take a walk and clear my head a little." Journaling down her thoughts helped, but she needed a new surrounding. Jane always had a struggle with expressing herself by talking, but never with writing words down. She got up from the bench and brushed off lingering dirt from her blue dress.

Tristan came out of the pond, his bare arms and chest already sun-kissed. They didn't have much in common, facial wise being twins. Of course they were the opposite sex of each other. That was plain to see. Her brother bore blue eyes and hers were green. They did share the same dark brown hair and birthmarks. One on each breastbone.

"Will you see father?"

Jane chuckled with sarcasm. "Since when does father have time for anything or anyone?"

Arnia was a new world. The one that existed before, Narnia, was destroyed. Its creator brought back their father and mother to rule the new world. That left their father swamped with bringing new orders and rebuilding. So, they didn't see him much. He's still a loving father all the same.

"Admit it, sister. He has been trying as of recent." Tristan wiped his face with a towel that hung on a branch.

Jane shrugged. "Supposedly." The point was when she was busy with something to do her father wasn't and they didn't share the same hobbies as much like her brothers. They hunted and fished. Jane wasn't interested in either. She was interested in topics and discussions of science and other worlds. He didn't seem to take an interest. "Tell mother I won't be too long."

"If you happen to see father, give him word that I will be making dinner tonight of our best stag."

"He won't exactly be in a hurry to come home then if you're the one cooking Tristan."

Jane trekked down the slope and walked around the village outside of Cair Paravel. It wasn't too much of a walk nor the one she'd hoped to have. So much was happening around her. The townsfolk stopped her to talk more often than before, and she couldn't think to herself. Maybe the walk back home would give her more clarity.

Present: Destinies Collide

Ra awoke soon afterward in a forest with a high afternoon sun shining down on him and the sound of birds singing. The only time he remembered seeing a forest like this was when he was still a host on Earth about 300 years ago. Maybe this is earth, he thought. Now that he was free, he could now react to his own surroundings. He'd forgotten the feeling of freedom. The first thing he reacted to when he began to sit up was notice his right wrist. He gasped loudly in pain and felt a surge of shock that his hand was missing. He remembered again how Daniel took his wrist and placed it underneath the rings. He didn't want to be mad; the poor fellow was just trying to save himself from his consumer. However, he couldn't help but feel extremely pissed.

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Jane thought she heard something in the woods a few feet off the trail. She stopped to listen and heard it again. "Hello?" Jane called. A low groan followed.

"Are you alright over there?" Jane followed the noise until she came across a young man no more than 18. He wore a strange dark garment and hairdo. Forgetting all of that, he appeared quite attractive to her. "Who are you?" She asked bewildered.

The host watched the girls' eye movements. He looks down at the terrible garment and touched his long-braided hair. "What had that alien done to me?" He said in a sotto voice. Long before he could only speak and knew the Egyptian language, now he knew over 50 others and understood exactly what the girl said.

"I'm sorry what?" Jane asked confused taking a few steps toward him.

"Please don't come a step any further." The host tried to jolt and run but slipped and met the ground again. Jane was hesitant to help him back up at first. There were things she did not know yet about this young man. "I don't know who or what I am anymore." He answered.

Ignoring his wishes Jane smirked and carefully walked over to him. He came off to her as perfectly harmless or simply dazed. The host scooted back a little. Jane noticed him grieving over something and it turned out to be his right wrist. It appeared he had no hand. Jane gasped in horror. "You're bleeding. Let me help you back to where I live."

The host looked up at the girl again. "Why would you help someone like me?"

Jane couldn't help but sense pity for this young man. Why would he say such a thing? Someone like him shouldn't be helped? There must be more to his story that she hadn't been thinking about.

"Please will you just go away?" He warned her.

Jane rolled her eyes taking his question as rhetorical and bent down to his level. "No." She exclaimed. "You'll bleed to death out here if I go away." Jane attached her eyes to his. "And if that happened I am not going to be held responsible. Now give me your other hand." She demanded holding out her hand for his.

The host stared back at the girl. She was being strictly sincere with him. He smiled at her and slowly took her hand with his left hand. "You're not a leader here are you?" He asked sarcastically.

Jane gladly helped him up to his feet. "No, I'm not, at least not yet. My mother and father are. They're the King and Queen of this land Arnia. I am a princess."

"Well princess I've traveled galaxies far and wide and I've never heard of Arnia before. What kind of place is this?" He looked around some more.

"It's the only world I've only ever known." Jane helped him keep steady while they began to walk. "My father King Tirian was born here and my mother Queen Jill is from a world called Earth. I'm Jane." She introduced herself.

"My name is Ra. I am originally from Earth too as I was told, but I can't remember." He winced. Jane knew it was due to his injury. "How far is where you live?"

Jane wanted to laugh at the way Ra worded that question but changed her mind when she noticed his wrist got worse. "Hold on. It's not far. It's only up the road right here. Wait." Jane stops for a second. She reached into her dresses back pocket and pulled out a long piece of cloth. Jane placed it tightly on his wound and tied it up to his elbow. "How did you lose your hand like this?"

Ra gasped in pain as Jane tightened the cloth. "I lost it in a war just now before ending up here." He said tugging his arm more. Jane made sure he didn't move his arm too much by clasping down on it.

Jane patted Ra on the shoulder. "It's alright we're almost to my house. See there's the gate." Jane pointed to a big black gate with a lion statue guarding it. "We'll be there soon."

Ra doesn't look where Jane was pointing, but glances at Jane's touch on his shoulder. He gave Jane a quick side glance and back ahead.

Jane smiled at him. "Come on."

Coming to the gates Jane unlocked it and pushed them open. "My mother should be home. My father might be away at Cair Paravel."

Ra glanced at Jane curiously. "What is Cair Paravel?"

"It's the castle and city of Arnia. My father always loved the idea of escaping when he didn't have to work. This place was built when he and mum decided to marry." Jane explained.

Ra nodded to every word Jane said.

Jane led him through the garden and to the front door of the mansion, not a house, Ra thought. Jane pushes the door open. "Mum? Tanier? Tristan?" There was no reply.

Ra's wrist began to throb again and with the tight pressure, it felt much worse.

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"They must be out back, or mum went with my father." Jane took Ra by the arm and quickly led him into the kitchen. "Are you wearing something under your garment?"

Ra didn't know how to really react to Jane's sympathy for wanting to heal him. He looked down at the garment trying to remember how everything was put together that morning on Abydos. "I have an undershirt yes." He began to feel very delirious and faint.

Jane left Ra's side after helping him sit down searching through her parents' liquor cabinets and pulled out a whiskey bottle. She grabbed more cloth and came back in haste. "I've seen this being done many times," Jane reassured him. She set everything on the kitchen island beside her.

Ra was having a hard time getting his garment off when Jane came back. She stopped him from trying. "Let me." Jane assisted and easily slipped it off Ra without hurting him. "Are you ready?" Jane finally asked taking Ra's right wrist.

Ra took a deep breath. He had put his trust in Jane. "Yes." He said nervously.

Jane took a deep long breath and began to unravel the cloth having the whiskey ready to pour. "This will sting really bad." She warned. Jane unraveled the last part and quickly before Ra's blood would spew, she poured the alcohol on his wrist.

Ra at first bit his lower lip to keep himself from screaming. "What does this liquid do?" Ra suddenly asked in a harsh tone. Ra panicked on the inside and hoped Jane didn't take it as an offense. He'd never felt pain like this before ever.

Jane lowered her gaze and inhaled as though she were hurt. Ra knew Jane found that his voice was cold. He wanted to apologize before she spoke again. "It's alcohol. It'll fight off any infection and stop your bleeding." She grabbed some bandages nearby and began to wrap them back up his wrist. "This should do for now." Jane broke a smile at him. "You took it very bravely."

The worst of the pain Ra was experiencing started to subside. "That alcohol works like real magic." Ra looked at Jane and managed a grin. "You were very brave yourself too."

What just happened next to both was phenomenal. As they looked into each other's eyes Jane took Ra's left hand and he squeezed it back. Both shared a déjà vu feeling. Jane winces her eyes but didn't admit nor knew Ra was sharing the same feeling. It was both confusing and awkward. Ra was about to say something until his eyes rolled and his limbs jolted.

Jane noticed what was now happening. "Ra!" She took her other hand placing it on his shoulder to keep him steady, a worried expression crossed her face as Ra began to pass out from the blood loss.

Jane kept calling his name and prompted him to stay with her. He heard her calling the same word that wasn't his own name before slipping into oblivion and wishing he was still with her.