After the emotional storm triggered by Kira's earth-shattering revelations, Sam tried to steady her thoughts. Kira had explained every detail of her vision with chilling precision, and each word that fell from her lips fueled Victor's anger even more. As his outrage grew, the young man's muscles twitched with fierce impatience. Sam desperately tried to calm the unleashed hurricane that threatened to engulf Victor in its fury. But he remained deaf to all reason, fists clenched and jaw tense.

"Victor, please, try to stay calm," Carter pleaded, her voice gentle, and her hands gestured fluidly in the air, as if trying to dissipate the electric tension in the room.

Victor exploded, his face reddening, arms flailing in the air, "How can I stay calm?!" His words rang through the air like thunder.

"My visions aren't always true," Kira tried to soften the blow. Her hand timidly reached for Victor's shoulder, fingers grazing his t-shirt in a delicate gesture of reassurance.

"And so what?" Victor retorted, his eyes widening, breath quickening. He forcefully shrugged off Kira's touch, a gesture so strong, so definitive, it seemed to reverberate in the room. "Are we just supposed to sit here, doing nothing, waiting to see if my mother lives or dies?"

It was precisely at that moment that Jack burst into the room, concern etched on his face. His hand slightly tensed on the doorknob as one word pierced through the tumult of his thoughts. "Dies" was the only word he managed to catch, but it was enough to pique his interest.

"Who's going to die?" he asked, surprise widening his eyes slightly.

Victor snapped back, "My mother!" his fist involuntarily clenching.

Surprise filled Jack's expression as he blinked before turning his worried gaze towards Sam, who stood with her arms crossed over her chest.

"He's referring to Hilda. She might be in danger," Sam explained.

"And where does this information come from?" Jack asked, a furrow of incomprehension forming between his eyebrows as he placed his hands on his hips.

Kira lowered her gaze to her hands, nervously twisting the hem of her t-shirt. "I sometimes have visions of the future," she began, "and I saw her death."

Jack remained pragmatic, his eyes scanning each of them, evaluating the situation. "And when is this supposed to happen?"

"I don't know, my visions are always blurry. It's not even certain that it will actually happen," Kira admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jack fixed his gaze on an invisible point, as if already examining all the options. "Alright. We'll try to contact Thor tomorrow to make sure everything's alright."

Victor's determination was palpable as he retorted, "I'm certainly not going to wait until tomorrow!" His back straightened, shoulders rising as if to announce his imminent departure, his hand reached for the doorknob.

Moving quickly, Jack grabbed him by the arm, "Where the hell do you think you're going like that?"

Victor retorted with a burst of anger, "I'm going back to Ivadoll!" He shook his arm, breaking free from Jack's firm grip.

Jack looked at him skeptically, "And how do you plan on doing that?"

With unwavering assurance, Victor replied, "Through the Stargate."

Jack raised an eyebrow, "Do you have the coordinates?"

Victor shook his head, "I don't need them." His tone revealed growing irritation.

Jack crossed his arms over his chest, his face hardening, "The Ivadoll Stargate is protected. You have no chance of getting through. Not to mention that you're not fully recovered."

Victor tapped his chest proudly, "I'm perfectly fine. Kira healed me." He tossed these words over his shoulder as he left the room.

Jack sighed and looked at Kira, torn between the relief of seeing Victor in good shape and the worry of knowing he might act recklessly.

Following the teenager, Jack, Kira, and Sam found themselves in the living room where Teal'c and Ayden were peacefully seated on the couch. They were engaged in a conversation, displaying a calmness in contrast to the prevailing chaos. Daniel stood near the kitchen, holding a beer in his hand, his eyes fixed on the photos lining the wall, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the bottle's neck.

Sensing the tension in Victor's posture – rigid shoulders and a strained expression – Daniel furrowed his brow, "Is there a problem?"

Victor didn't give him time to grasp the situation. "I'm leaving for Ivadoll. Who's driving me back to the SGC?" His tone was firm, arms crossed, challenging any objections, his foot impatiently tapping the floor.

"No one is going anywhere," Jack retorted, his jaw muscles tensing as the tension rose.

Intrigued, Daniel turned his gaze to O'Neill, "What's going on?" he asked, confusion evident on his face.

"Kira claims to see the future. She says Hilda is in danger of dying," Jack explained, his index and middle fingers rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

"Seeing the future?" Daniel repeated, while fixing his gaze on the teenager.

She nodded, her eyes avoiding the archaeologist's, her hands nervously twisting against each other. "Yes, but well, it's not always accurate," she murmured, her voice trembling.

Victor insisted, "It doesn't matter, I'm leaving! If no one wants to come with me, I'll find my own way!" His arms gestured emphatically, underlining the urgency in his words.

He took a determined step towards the door, but once again, Jack grabbed him by the arm. "I said, no one is going anywhere," he repeated, emphasizing each word, his piercing gaze locked with Victor's.

Anger blazed in Victor's eyes as he turned to face Jack. "Do you really think you can stop me from leaving?" His gaze was a straightforward challenge, promising an impending confrontation.

The reality was glaringly obvious to Jack; he knew he didn't have the physical strength to challenge Victor. The memory of their first encounter had left an indelible mark in his mind – Victor effortlessly took down Teal'c. If Victor decided to fight, Jack would stand no chance. Nevertheless, he refused to let go. His fingers held onto the teenager's arm firmly, conveying the clear message of his determination.

Victor's calmness was almost unsettling. His gaze locked onto Jack's as a heavy silence filled the room.

Teal'c intervened, his soothing voice cutting through the electric atmosphere. "O'Neill, if Kira is right, Ivadoll might be threatened by the Titans. It's a potential danger to all of us. It would be wise to check the situation as soon as possible."

Teal'c's logic was undeniable. The looming threat of the Titans was a reality they couldn't ignore. The potential danger to Hilda only reinforced the need to take action. However, the prospect of another confrontation between Victor and Atlas worried Jack.

O'Neill took a deep breath, his lungs filling before he released the pressure on Victor's arm. Ivadoll was a fortress, and it was under the protection of the Asgard. If there was an attack, they wouldn't be alone in facing it.

Jack pulled out his phone from his pocket. "I'll call the base and ask them to contact Thor," he said. "It'll save us some time."

The tension in Victor seemed to dissipate, his shoulders relaxing. The stern look he had softened, replaced by a sense of satisfaction. He had successfully navigated through the heated debate. Relieved, he had avoided an unnecessary confrontation with his father.

Less than an hour away from their destination, the silence inside the vehicle was as unyielding as the mountainous landscape unfolding before them. It was more than just a lack of conversation; it was a heavy shadow hanging in the air, weaving itself between each jagged breath and every fleeting glance.

Jack's hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel, and he didn't dare to break the silence. His gaze was fixed on the winding road ahead. He was lost in his own thoughts, his jaw clenched, reflecting the tension he felt.

Beside him, Sam occasionally glanced in his direction. The heavy atmosphere surrounding them prompted Sam to try to divert attention by engaging in conversation. However, every topic that came to her mind felt trivial, and she ultimately remained silent.

In the backseat, Victor was also silent. He observed the panorama unfolding before him. Kira, seated beside him, hadn't attempted to make him talk, understanding that he needed this moment of solitude.

Instead, she had slipped her hand into his, a gentle gesture of solidarity and support. Victor had accepted the gesture without hesitation, squeezing her hand firmly in return.

In the darkness behind them, the headlights of a second vehicle emerged, signaling the presence of Teal'c, Daniel, and Ayden.

To occupy their minds, Daniel unfolded the Greek mythological tales with captivating narrative talent. His voice vibrated with passion as he shared the legends of Zeus, Athena, and the Titans. Ayden, beside him, listened with a mix of fascination and concern, hanging on to every word.

Teal'c, on the other hand, observed this interaction with silent benevolence. His dark eyes moved from Daniel to Ayden, a genuine and enigmatic smile appearing on his lips.

As they finally reached the SGC, the sturdy silhouette of the military complex stood before them, more majestic and intimidating than it had ever seemed. Sergeant Harriman greeted them upon their arrival. His voice, though calm, carried a sense of urgency as he saluted, "General, Thor's been waiting for you in your office for ten minutes."

"Very well. Thank you, Walter." Jack's voice bore the mark of his authority, despite a hint of underlying apprehension. Turning to his team, he issued a clear and unquestionable order, "Go get ready while I have a talk with our dear Thor." He emphasized his words with a hand gesture, highlighting the urgency to act.

As if guided by an almost magnetic instinct, Victor and Kira followed in the footsteps of Sam and Teal'c. Their focus was evident as they trailed behind their teammates into the depths of the complex. On the other hand, Ayden stayed by Daniel's side, his gaze betraying a mix of curiosity and some apprehension.

When Jack entered his office, he was greeted by the stoic presence of Thor, comfortably seated on one of the utilitarian chairs in the room. Jack took his seat opposite the Asgard and began recounting everything that had happened since their last encounter, detailing the events, his concerns, and his plans.

Thor listened attentively, his impassive face concealing the workings of his brilliant mind. After Jack finished his narrative, the Asgard pondered for a moment before responding.

"It is regrettable that the Titans have returned. I must inform the High Council," he announced. Despite his neutral tone, the glint in his eyes and the slight tension in his voice betrayed deep concern.

Jack diverted his attention to a pen he was spinning between his fingers, "Thor, please tell me you have a weapon ready to annihilate them in case of trouble."

Thor shook his head negatively. "No, O'Neill. It was thanks to the Ancients that we were able to imprison them."

Jack let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead as a look of frustration distorted his face. "So, if the Titans attack, you can't defend us."

"We can slow down their progress, but our technology will not be enough to eradicate them," Thor admitted.

In a burst of frustration, Jack threw his pen on the desk. "Great!" His voice dripped with bitter sarcasm. "At least Ivadoll's Stargate is protected. That limits the problems."

"Unless they come with their ships," Thor added.

Jack looked at the Asgard, his eyes widening, "Because they have ships?!"

"If the Titans have retaken their planet, they will have access to all the necessary technology to attack us," explained Thor.

Jack contorted his face into a grimace, "And you didn't destroy their technology when they were banished?!"

Thor shook his head, "The Ancients didn't deem it necessary to destroy their weapons as they..."

Jack raised his hand to interrupt him, "Alright, I get it!" His tone was dry, cutting like a blade. "Our oh-so-perfect Ancients didn't foresee that the Titans could become a problem again."

"What do you intend to do, O'Neill?" Thor inquired, steering the conversation elsewhere.

Jack pondered for a moment before responding, "We need to return to Ivadoll with the young ones, SG1, and SG3."

"I can transport you aboard my ship," Thor offered.

Jack raised a hand to interrupt him again, "Wait! Isn't there a way to use the Stargate? It would be much simpler."

Thor considered the proposition, his thoughts wavering between using Ivadoll's Stargate, whose protection had always been of utmost importance, and the urgency of the situation that called for exceptional measures. Finally, he yielded to the request, "I will reconfigure the security protocols of Ivadoll's Stargate to allow safe passage using SG1's G.D.O. code. Does that work for you?"

A smile appeared on Jack's face, his relief evident. "That's perfect, thank you."

The embarkation room echoed with the silent activity of preparations. In front of the Stargate, SG3, Kira, Ayden, and Victor stood, their postures reflecting a mix of anticipation and determination.

The blast doors rumbled open, revealing the arrival of Daniel, Sam, and Teal'c. Their neatly-pressed military uniforms were laden with the necessary equipment for this new mission.

Before joining the teams, Jack stopped in front of Sergeant Harriman, handing him a piece of paper with the precise coordinates of their destination scribbled on it.

The deep and resonant rumble of the Stargate activating filled the embarkation room. Each chevron locking into place sent a vibrating wave through the chamber, each rising tone punctuating the excitement pulsing in the air. As the sixth chevron engaged with a sharp sound, Jack confidently descended the steps leading to the Stargate platform.

With a surge of pure energy, the Stargate's vortex opened in a swirling display of bluish light. Without hesitation, Victor stepped forward and traversed the event horizon, undaunted by the swirling energy. One by one, as if following a well-practiced dance, the silhouettes of SG1 and the others followed suit.

The sound of a soft but persistent knocking on the front door shattered the ordinary calm of Hilda's home. The sudden intrusion of this unexpected noise in her tranquility made her rise from her chair with a slight expression of surprise. She wasn't expecting any visitors. Pushing the door with a hint of apprehension, she found herself face to face with Victor. The young man stood on the threshold, a shadow of tension and worry darkening his gaze.

A bright smile lit up Victor's face as soon as he saw her, immediately chasing away the shadow from his features. "Mother! Are you okay?!" He rushed forward to embrace her, holding her with such force that it seemed like his only grasp on reality. His relief was palpable as he held her tightly, as if to ensure the solidity of her presence. She was there, healthy, and that was all that mattered.

Hilda, initially taken aback by Victor's enthusiasm, quickly relaxed into his embrace, returning his hug with equal affection. "I'm fine, Victor. And how are you?" She gently pushed him back, her hands gripping his shoulders as if she wanted to imprint this image of him in her memory. "I'm so happy to see you."

A sigh of relief escaped Victor, his shoulders slightly dropping as if an invisible burden had been lifted. "I'm fine, I'm just glad to see that everything is okay."

Hilda furrowed her brow at the remark, a flicker of concern in her eyes. "Why wouldn't everything be okay?" she asked, her hands tightening slightly on Victor's shoulders.

Victor skillfully evaded her question, his smile widening slightly. "It's nothing, I'm just glad to be here." Hilda understood that he didn't want to say more, so she decided not to press him for the moment, choosing instead to relish the unexpected presence of her son.

Hilda's gaze soon extended beyond Victor to spot the familiar figures of SG1 standing respectfully at a distance. Recognizing their faces, a glimmer of understanding shone in her eyes, and she invited them to come in without further ado. The warmth of her hospitality infused every word of her invitation, offering a temporary respite from the uncertainty that had brought them all here.

The living room, with its comfort and familiarity, provided a stark contrast to the tumultuous events that had brought them together. Following Victor's lead, SG1 settled into the space, each team member wearing an expression that oscillated between relief at being in a welcoming environment and apprehension about what was to be discussed.

It was Daniel who spoke first, his usually soft voice hardening under the weight of the information he was sharing. He began to paint a picture of their journey since their departure, every word, every sentence describing in detail the perils and dangers they had encountered.

With each new element of the archaeologist's narrative, Hilda's face underwent a transformation. The radiant joy of their reunion gradually faded, replaced by growing concern that clouded her features. The eyes that had initially lit up at the sight of her adoptive son and his friends dulled with each additional word, the weight of reality casting a heavy shadow over the tranquility of their gathering.

Hilda's voice trembled with palpable distress, "This is horrible... But where are Kira and Ayden?"

Teal'c's response resonated in the room, "They have returned to their home."

Faced with Teal'c's assurance, Hilda nodded before adding, "Sigurd has gone to a meeting. He should be back shortly. How long do you plan to stay among us?" "We won't linger for too long. We just wanted to make sure everything is alright. Thor has been informed and has gone to the High Council. The Asgard should deploy ships in orbit around your planet soon to ensure your safety," Jack replied.

In an attempt to inject a dose of normalcy into the situation, Hilda offered, "Would you like something to drink while we wait for Sigurd?" "Sure, thank you," Sam agreed, her grateful smile adding a touch of warmth to the tense atmosphere.

In the meantime, Jack, with a puzzled frown, scrutinized Victor sitting on the couch, lost in deep thought. Victor's fingers nervously played with the buttons on his jacket, an unconscious dance that betrayed his unease.

"You might want to see if you have any belongings to retrieve before we leave," Jack suggested.

"What belongings?" Victor questioned, snapped out of his reverie.

"Any items you'd like to bring back to Earth," Jack clarified.

After a moment of contemplation, Victor grasped what Jack was implying, "I don't plan on going back to Earth."

Sam, feeling her worry knot in her stomach, interjected, "But..."

Victor, impassive, cut her off and stood up, "My life is here." He left the room, leaving behind a tense silence that seemed to echo much louder than his words.

"It was to be expected," Teal'c remarked.

Jack nodded, a hint of annoyance in his voice, and sank deeper into the couch, "Yeah, I saw that coming."

"Jack, I think we should stay here," suggested Daniel, readjusting his glasses.

Jack looked at him with a questioning expression, prompting him to explain his thoughts.

"I want to try to learn more about the Titans and how the Kairos cube works. I'd also like to consult Ivadoll's archives and talk to Professor Charon. I'm sure we could learn a lot," explained Daniel.

The infamous Professor Charon... Jack had almost forgotten about his existence. On one hand, he didn't want to leave his son here, but on the other hand, collaborating with Charon didn't exactly excite him.

Feeling his hesitation, Sam supported Daniel's proposition, "I could also search through Ivadoll's database; there might be a solution to my solar flare problem."

After a moment of consideration, Jack realized they didn't really have much of a choice. "Alright, if it's okay with you, Hilda, we'll stay here for a little while."

Smiling, Hilda replied, "You're always welcome here. Stay as long as you need."

As the day turned to dusk, they all gathered around the large table, enveloped by the comfort of a meal. Each dish, each conversation, contributed to weaving a gentle and warm atmosphere. However, the detailed account of the adventures that the teenagers and SG-1 had gone through since leaving Ivadoll disrupted this tranquility.

Sigurd, usually so composed, wore a visibly frustrated expression as he listened to their tumultuous tales. Victor's reckless audacity had stirred a mix of worry and disappointment within him, and he didn't hold back from expressing it at the table. Throughout the meal, he couldn't help but let out sharp reproaches, casting a chill over the convivial ambiance.

As the meal progressed, Victor couldn't help but feel increasingly irritated. The reproaches from both Sigurd and Jack were piling up around him, making him feel trapped and misunderstood.

What had started as a simple dinner had turned into some sort of tribunal where he felt like the accused. The frustration simmering within him finally reached its boiling point. He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor, and headed towards the imposing staircase in the living room.

"Where do you think you're going?" growled Sigurd, interrupting Victor in his tracks.

"I'm going to bed. Or do I need permission for that too?" Victor retorted with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

Without waiting for a response, Victor left the room, preferring to seek refuge in the isolation of his bedroom rather than endure the barrage of criticism. His bedroom door slammed shut behind him, echoing through the entire house.

The atmosphere was tense, and silence settled in. Victor's abrupt departure left the question of how the rest of the evening would unfold, now much less peaceful than it should have been.

With the patience of a cat stalking its prey, Victor let the hours of the night slip away. The once vibrant and lively house had gradually quieted down. Hilda and Sam had come to his door several times, supposedly to check on him, but Victor suspected they were really making sure he hadn't run away.

He had no intention of remaining trapped in a situation where he felt misunderstood, where every word spoken seemed to turn into an attack. He needed to get some fresh air and be with his friends, even if only for a few moments.

The clock eventually struck a late hour of the night, marking the beats of his impatient heart. Silence had settled over the house, shrouding every corner in an almost supernatural stillness. It was time. Victor slipped quietly out of his bed, his feet barely touching the floor to avoid any creaking.

He approached the bay window, his gaze lost in the starry darkness of the night. From there, he had an unobstructed view of Ivadoll's landscape, its beauty often overlooked. He gently opened the patio door, making sure not to make a sound that would betray his nocturnal escape.

A rush of freedom washed over him as he stepped outside, the cool night air caressing his face. And with that, Victor slipped away silently into the shadows.

Professor Charon was abruptly jolted from his sleep by insistent noises coming from his front door. He extricated himself from his sheets with a grumble, finding it hard to believe that anyone would be bothering him at such a late hour.

Despite his displeasure, he forced himself to get up, his sense of responsibility outweighing his fatigue. With measured slowness, he descended the stairs toward the source of the noise.

As he opened the door, he was surprised to see Victor, Kira, and Ayden standing on his doorstep. The bluish glow of the night accentuated the shadows on their faces, revealing expressions that oscillated between worry and determination.

"What are you doing here?" Charon asked, surprise imbuing each syllable.

Ayden spoke up, his gaze imploring, "We need to talk to you, can we come in?"

There was a pause, a moment of silence during which Professor Charon scrutinized the trio. Despite the unexpected nature of their visit, he sensed that there was a serious reason behind their request.

"Of course," Charon finally consented, a hint of curiosity coloring his voice. He stepped aside from the door, gesturing for them to enter.

Settled in the cozy comfort of the living room, Professor Charon had served his nocturnal guests a warm drink, a herbal tea made from local plants that diffused a calming aroma in the room. They sat around the coffee table, holding the steaming cups in their hands, an anticipatory silence hanging in the air.

He observed them, listening with meticulous attention as they unraveled the tale of their recent adventures. Their words wove a tapestry of events filled with dangers, mysteries, and incredible discoveries. They also spoke of the bracelet of Hades and the cube of Kairos they had found during their simulations.

Professor Charon listened to their astonishing tale of adventures, showing no signs of surprise as if he was faced with a puzzle for which he already knew the missing pieces.

"So, the bracelet of Hades was destroyed?" asked the professor, his voice lingering on the name of the Greek god with a tinge of regret.

"Unfortunately, yes," replied Victor.

Then, Professor Charon turned his attention to Ayden. "And the cube of Kairos... is it still in your possession?"

Ayden nodded, his hand sliding to the pendant that hung around his chest. He grasped it and lifted it to show the professor, the cube catching the light in the dim glow, its smooth surface reflecting a soft gleam.

"Perfect. Would you entrust it to me?" Charon asked, extending a hand towards the young man. "I might be able to unlock its secrets."

Ayden showed no hesitation. His trust in Charon was unwavering; he was the one who had taught him everything, guided and trained him. He gently unclasped the chain from around his neck and handed it over to the professor, who took the object with care.

"Professor, I'd like to continue the simulations," Victor spoke up, breaking the silence that followed the exchange. "If the Titans ever decide to attack us, I want to be prepared to face them."

Professor Charon raised his eyes and fixed Victor with a penetrating gaze that seemed to delve into the depths of his soul. "I don't think it's necessary," he said slowly, weighing each word. "You already know everything you need to know, and the Bracelet of Hades was a formidable weapon against the Titans. It's quite unfortunate that it was destroyed."

Victor felt a twinge of frustration rise within him, but he quickly suppressed it. "Perhaps you could tell me more about the Titans. I know very little about them."

Charon tilted his head slightly, his eyes never leaving Victor. "It's late, and this is not the ideal time to debate such vast subjects," he said. The professor slowly rose from his chair, the lines on his face, illuminated by the flickering lights, were grave and contemplative. "Go back home before your absences are noticed. We will continue this discussion at a more opportune time."

The three teenagers were unsettled by their professor's measured response. They had expected a different reaction, a spark of excitement in their mentor's eyes, unconditional support, and perhaps even some praise for their bravery and ingenuity. Instead, they were met with an indifference that bordered on detachment.

Strangely enough, Charon asked very few questions about Kira's newly acquired abilities. Not a single inquiry about the powers she had displayed, not a single trace of surprise or wonder. Did he know things they didn't?

And then there were the Titans, those foes who didn't seem to frighten the professor as much as they should. His apparent lack of concern was troubling. Did he not believe in their existence, or worse, was he underestimating them?

The shock overshadowed their initial disappointment. The meeting with their mentor, far from being the support they had hoped for, had opened a chasm of troubling questions. With faces filled with confusion, they left their mentor's home, their hearts heavy and their minds tormented by doubts.

At the break of dawn, the first light of day bathed the governor's house in its glow. Daniel, with his usual academic enthusiasm, had already packed his bag for the day. He had carefully placed several ancient books on Greek mythology inside, his heart pulsating with excitement at the thought of sharing his discoveries with Professor Charon.

Not far away, Jack and Teal'c seemed equally prepared, although they had traded their weapons for a more relaxed demeanor. The danger appeared to be averted for now, with SG3 having been recalled to Earth, leaving SG1 in the tranquility of Ivadoll.

Sam descended the stairs leading to the living room. Her gait was calm and composed, reflecting the serenity that defined her.

"Victor is still fast asleep," she informed.

"Perfect," Jack replied, turning slightly away. "I'll leave you and Daniel to visit our dear Professor Charon. As for me, I have no desire to see him."

"That's probably for the best," Daniel admitted, adjusting the straps of his backpack.

Jack's gaze at the archaeologist held a silent accusation that brought an amused smile to Carter's face.

"And what shall we do in the meantime, O'Neill?" Teal'c asked, breaking the silence that had settled.

"Play tourists," Jack retorted, a smirk gracing his face.

Teal'c raised an eyebrow, visibly intrigued by the proposition.

"We'll explore the city," Jack explained, his smile widening slightly.

Teal'c nodded in approval, a spark of curiosity in his eyes.

Othrys seemed to have emerged straight from a nightmare, a testament to the exploits of a civilization long gone. Nature had reclaimed its dominion, with creeping grass finding its way through the cracked ground, climbing the walls of the once-dominating structures. Despite centuries of abandonment, the Titan's edifices appeared to withstand the test of time, their dark metallic facades showing little signs of decay.

Atlas paced back and forth in what had once been his armory, his heavy boots crunching the ancient dust underfoot, a silent witness to a past grandeur. His fierce gaze scanned the surroundings, examining the colonnades, watchtowers, and sculptures, all resonating with a trapped energy, like a heart beating within a petrified body. The air was heavy, electrified, laden with dormant power waiting for the opportune moment to awaken.

"Find my scepter! It should be here!" he thundered, commanding his personal guard with unwavering authority. The Titans immediately began scouring the area with military precision.

Calypso, standing beside him, felt a wave of sadness as she looked out over their city through the gaps in the building. Once vibrant and full of life, it was now reduced to a silent deathly stillness. But even in this state of decay, the grandeur of Othrys was palpable. The gigantic structures, marvels of stone and metal, reached towards the sky, defying the stars, once again bearing witness to the audacious ingenuity of the Titans.

One of the Titans rushed towards Atlas, carrying a scepter in hand. It was an ancient masterpiece, long and graceful, forged from a metal with glimmers of gold and silver, embedded with gemstones that sparkled like the eyes of a slumbering dragon.

Atlas raised his hand and grasped the scepter with regal majesty, then pointed it towards the silhouettes of the machines that patiently awaited their activation. His gaze hardened, his features marked by unwavering determination.

"This is where our rebirth begins," he declared, his voice deep and resonant, filled with a cruel and resolute anticipation.

Calypso shuddered, for in Atlas' eyes, in the way the light danced on the scepter, she sensed something more, something unknown and terrifying. It was not merely a rebirth he sought, it was revenge. Revenge against time, against destiny, against the very gods themselves.

And in that armory, amidst memories and ghosts, the fate of the Titans was being written, guided by Atlas' unyielding hand and the ancient power of the scepter. The grandeur of Othrys was now poised to roar.

Daniel and Sam found themselves in a vast and majestic room, just a few steps away from the simulation chambers. While waiting for Professor Charon, who was keeping them waiting, they had been invited to wait in the library, a veritable Aladdin's cave for the two scientists.

Daniel savored the moment, letting his eyes roam the thick shelves of ancient volumes. There was a true treasure trove of information about the history of Ivadoll, and the archaeologist trembled with excitement at the thought of exploring them. His hands brushed against the time-worn bindings, his mind already escaping into the labyrinth of knowledge they contained.

On her part, Sam had set her sights on a more technological section of the library. Her astrophysicist's eyes gleamed with keen curiosity as she scanned the titles, evoking the advanced technology of Ivadoll. She selected a few volumes that seemed promising, the prospect of uncovering unfamiliar laws of physics filled her with unparalleled excitement.

The library was a sanctuary of sacred silence, a world of erudition and mysteries where the only permitted sound was the hushed whisper of turning pages, leaves murmuring the secrets of forgotten civilizations.

"So, Daniel, have you found anything?" Sam asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. She had noticed the deeply contemplative expression on the archaeologist's face, a sure sign that he was onto a discovery.

"It appears that Ivadoll was a planet long inhabited by the Ancients," Daniel revealed, his eyes shining with the excitement of a treasure hunter on the brink of a major find.

"Really? That would explain why many Ivadollians carry their gene," Sam concluded as she continued to flip through the pages of her book.

"Yes. It says here that the people of Ivadoll were saved by the Ancients, and some of them decided to stay and live on this planet, under the protection of the weapons of the Gods," explained Daniel, his finger gliding over the lines of ancient text, like a magician casting a spell.

"The weapons of the Gods?" questioned Sam, her brows furrowing slightly. Her gaze locked onto the archaeologist, searching for an answer in his eyes.

"It's quite vague," Daniel admitted, delving deeper into the book, "It's written that the power of the Three Greats, the ultimate weapons against any threat, can be found on Ivadoll."

"The Three Greats?" Sam inquired, her logical mind whirling, trying to grasp the hidden meaning behind these mystical words.

Daniel straightened up, fueled by his pedagogical fervor, "According to Greek mythology, the Three Greats are the three sons of Cronos and Rhea. Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus. Three divine powers who divided the universe among themselves and whose powers were interconnected."

"Do you think these weapons are still on Ivadoll?" Sam asked, her imagination stirred by the possibility.

"It's a possibility. But the text doesn't reveal their nature or their location," Daniel replied, his gaze becoming distant, as if he were searching for answers in the shadows of the library.

"Continue your research. Perhaps other books will provide more answers," suggested Sam.

Daniel nodded and carefully placed the volume he had in his hands back on the shelf. It was then that his gaze was captivated by an ancient book of vivid red color, adorned with a striking pattern. Seizing the book, he rummaged through his bag, his heart pounding, to retrieve the blade of Atlas that had been extracted from Victor's abdomen. A shiver ran through him as the symbol engraved on the cold steel of the blade revealed itself to be an exact replica of the one inscribed on the book. His fingers grazed the pages with palpable eagerness as he prepared to decipher their content.

"Sam..." Daniel's voice rose, vibrant with contained excitement.

"Yes, Daniel?" Sam replied, looking up, her eyes widening slightly, a glint of anticipation in her gaze. She had come to recognize this tone in Daniel's voice, a mix of astonishment and challenge.

"I believe I've found something," declared Daniel, pointing to a particular page in the ancient tome before him.

Sam approached, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and apprehension, inexorably drawn to the object that Daniel held between his fingers.

"It's the blade that injured Victor," announced Daniel, "It comes from Atlas's armor."

Sam's breath caught in her chest, and a chilling shiver ran down her spine. The image of the blade striking her son resurfaced in her mind, a nightmarish memory forever etched in her memory. She relived the eyes of the Titan, cold and merciless, and the terror of knowing that Victor had come so close to death.

Daniel observed Sam's face tense up, aware of the impact of his words. He waited for a moment, then continued, his voice laden with the weight of his discovery.

"It is said here," he continued, his finger tracing the lines of an ancient text that spoke of a time when gods and Titans walked among men, "that when the blade of this armor fails to kill its intended victim, it has the power to kill its owner, thus Atlas."

At that moment, their hearts skipped a beat as a voice echoed, breaking the intimacy of their conversation. They turned to face their unexpected interlocutor, and the figure of Professor Charon appeared in the doorway. His piercing gaze was fixed on the blade, and his face showed a profound seriousness.

"If you read further, Dr. Jackson, you will learn that this blade can also kill Victor," he said, his voice carrying a silent warning.

"An edged weapon as sharp as this one can kill anyone," retorted Sam, a defiant look in her eyes. But underneath the defiance, she felt a growing unease, and the sudden appearance of the professor made her increasingly uncomfortable.

"You are mistaken, Colonel," Charon replied with unsettling calmness. He stepped forward to where Daniel was standing, grabbed the blade of Atlas, and in a swift and unexpected move, plunged it into the archaeologist's chest. Daniel let out a terrified cry, his eyes wide with shock as the blade pierced his body. But to everyone's astonishment, no pain followed, and no blood stained his military jacket. Charon then pulled out the blade with an expression of evident satisfaction.

"You see, this blade is now harmless. Except for Victor and Atlas. Any blow dealt to them, even if not fatal, would kill them," Charon concluded, the heavy silence of the library only adding to the gravity of his words.

A cold shiver ran down Sam's spine, causing every hair on her arms to stand on end. A veil of horror crossed her face as the reality of the threat to her son sank in. In an instant, Victor could be killed.

"It's best that this blade remains here, in a secure place," Charon continued, with a matter-of-fact coldness that contrasted with the fear that had gripped Sam. "It would be regrettable if it were to fall into the wrong hands."

Daniel, despite the horrifying revelation, hadn't lost his clarity of thought. "If Atlas comes to Ivadoll, this blade would probably be our only chance to defeat him," he replied.

"Let's be realistic, Dr. Jackson," Charon retorted, his eyes fixed on Daniel. "There's little chance that the Titans will come to us. Ivadoll is a relatively unknown and well-guarded planet." He carefully stowed the blade in his pocket with an almost affectionate touch.

The screech of Sam's walkie-talkie broke the silence that had settled in, "Sam? Daniel? Do you read me?" Jack's voice echoed in the room.

"Yes, Jack, we hear you," Sam replied, her finger pressing the response button.

"Teal'c and I have finished exploring the city, we're heading back," Jack announced.

"Did you find anything interesting?" Sam inquired with a hint of curiosity.

"Yes, some kind of herbal concoction. I took a bottle for you to taste. Well, if there's any left... Teal'c loves it, he's on his third glass," Jack joked.

A smile appeared on Sam's face, momentarily dispelling the shadow that had settled there. "I can't wait to taste it. We'll join you in a little while."

Jack's voice echoed again, "And how about you? What's new? Did that crazy professor bother you too much?"

At Jack's last words, Sam, feeling embarrassed, cut off the communication. A sheepish smile lingered on her lips as she timidly apologized to Charon. However, the professor didn't seem offended.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to borrow these two books on solar cycles," Sam asked Charon, a pleading look on her face, "I didn't have time to finish them."

"Not a problem, Colonel," the professor agreed with a nod, his impassive face revealing none of the thoughts that might be crossing his mind.

When Sam and Daniel passed through the green arch that served as the entrance to the property's garden, they found Jack and Teal'c reclined nonchalantly on wicker lounge chairs, seemingly merged with the tranquility of the place. The sparkling reflection of the pool shimmered in their eyes, painting their faces with a certain serenity.

As the sound of approaching footsteps reached them, Jack sat up, his face creasing into a mockingly indignant expression. "Since when do we hang up on each other during communication?!" he exclaimed, spreading his arms in a theatrical gesture of puzzlement.

Daniel rolled his eyes, "Since we want to avoid a diplomatic incident. The 'crazy,' as you call him, was nearby," he replied, shooting Jack an accusing look that the latter received with a teasing smile.

"Ah, I hope he took it badly?" said Jack, his playful tone betraying the mischievous child within him.

"He didn't seem to pay any attention," confirmed Sam, a knowing smile dancing on her lips.

Jack's slight disappointment was barely noticeable, but it briefly revealed the man who, despite the years, had never lost his taste for small victories and simple pleasures. He would have loved to see Charon get riled up.

Daniel and Sam joined them and settled into available deck chairs. They let the garden envelop them with its natural peace, savoring a moment of respite.

Suddenly, the harmony of the scene was shattered by laughter and the sound of running footsteps. Victor, Kira, and Ayden appeared on the horizon, wearing swimsuits and rushing towards the pool. The anticipation of their plunge into the water was palpable, and once they were close, they joyfully jumped in, generously splashing the deck chairs and their occupants.

Teal'c remained unfazed, simply wiping his face. Daniel found himself temporarily blinded, his glasses covered in droplets of water. Sam, being more reactive, had shifted slightly to take cover behind Jack's back, who unfortunately bore the brunt of the splash. His t-shirt and sunglasses were now as wet as if he had jumped into the pool himself.

O'Neill grumbled with a voice tinted with humor, a playful expression of mock anger on his face. However, the three teenagers, now almost completely submerged in the water, paid no heed to his grumble, too captivated by the frenzy of their aquatic battle.

After a series of laughter and sparkling water splashes, Kira found refuge on one of the steps of the pool. Her legs lazily floated in the water while her back rested against the warm edge. She closed her eyes, relishing the caress of the sun's rays gently warming her face. A moment of tranquility, a bubble of calm she intensely savored. However, this moment of respite was abruptly interrupted when Victor emerged from the depths of the water, grabbed her waist, and playfully plunged her beneath the surface.

As they resurfaced, Kira's hair was plastered to her face, and Victor found himself on the receiving end of her mock anger. "You're unbelievable! You never know when to stop!" exclaimed Kira, feigning indignation.

"Sorry," Victor murmured, locking his gaze with hers, as if he hoped the sincerity in his sparkling blue eyes would be enough to appease her displeasure.

Kira stared back at him intently, trying to find the reproach she could no longer muster. They were pressed against each other, Victor's left arm wrapped protectively around her waist. Seeing a hint of tenderness in Kira's eyes, Victor gently drew his face closer to hers. Their eyes met, and in the face of her silence, he continued his approach, softly placing his lips on hers.

Kira responded instantly to his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck to intensify the moment.

Facing this intimate scene, Teal'c arched an eyebrow, an expression of intrigue on his usually impassive face. "O'Neill," he said in a deep voice, "it would seem that Victor and Kira have become... close."

At those words, Jack, Sam, and Daniel, all three lying on their loungers, drying off and resting, opened their eyes and diverted their gaze to the teenagers. Victor and Kira were tightly embraced, exchanging a kiss that seemed to last an eternity. A collective sigh of dissatisfaction emanated from Jack and Sam, as this closeness didn't exactly please them.

"I'm afraid this situation will further complicate the prospect of getting Victor back to Earth," Daniel said thoughtfully, casting a concerned look at the two teenagers.

"Romantic relationships often bring problems," Teal'c stated with his usual pragmatism.

Upon hearing this remark, Jack and Sam felt slightly targeted. They turned to Teal'c, their questioning gazes met only by his familiar impassiveness. Teal'c had already settled comfortably against the backrest of his lounger, eyes closed, resuming his moment of relaxation under Ivadoll's gentle sun.

Victor and Kira slowly pulled apart. However, Victor's joyful smile quickly faded when he noticed the sudden shadow that dimmed Kira's radiant face. She abruptly recoiled, breaking free from their embrace, and then closed her eyes, placing her hands on her temples as if trying to soothe a piercing pain.

Cruel and terrifying visions rushed through her mind... Fear... Anger... Screams... Blood... In a panic, Kira started screaming, "No! Victor! No!"

Victor, feeling utterly lost, tried to calm her down, gripping her wrists. "Kira?! What's happening?! I'm here, look at me!" But she seemed entranced, unresponsive to his calls and continued screaming.

Jack and Teal'c immediately got up from their loungers and rushed towards her. Daniel and Sam, equally concerned, followed suit. Kira, now standing, suddenly opened her eyes, scanning SG-1 and then Victor. As if coming back to herself, she let her arms drop to her sides and hurriedly got out of the pool.

Victor, still in the water, didn't know how to react. "Kira! What's happening?!" he cried desperately.

Kira, overwhelmed with emotion, started crying. "It can't be true, Victor! You couldn't have done that!"

"Done what?!" Victor asked, his confusion mingling with panic.

"Tell me it's not true! Tell me you won't do it!" Kira sobbed.

"But what are you talking about?!" Victor replied, feeling bewildered.

"Kira, did you have another vision?" Daniel gently inquired as he approached the young woman.

Kira glanced fearfully at the archaeologist and then turned her terrified eyes back to Victor. "You... You're going to destroy everything... everything that..." Her voice broke, and she ran towards the house, leaving her accusation hanging in the air.

They all stood frozen, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Kira's words echoed in their minds, each one trying to decipher the last words she had left behind.

"I don't understand anything..." Victor muttered, stunned by the events.

Ayden, who had observed the entire scene from the pool, didn't miss a thing. He swam to the steps and addressed his friend with a hint of humor to lighten the mood, "I think you really need to stop kissing her."

To be continued...