The older the boy got, the harder it became to feel anything, to care for anything. Everything was muted, everything was silent, it was all boring. He hated the great ones, he hated his mate, he hated the thing inside her, he hated his people. These thoughts were dark, they often made the great ones scream a lot, but it didn’t matter. Part of him hoped the child died with his mate, part of him hoped he failed just so everyone would starve. The Elders forced him to breed with her ‘to try and make more who can see’. He never felt anything for her, she was distant kin to him but that meant nothing. She would probably die bringing their child into the world. The boy’s mate lay sleeping beside his furs- her belly was huge. But they were different from him they’d spread out too far, their blood thinned. They had people with gifts too, he would ‘see’ them sometimes. Or would be forced to move and wander like those savages with the sloping brows, or those weird ones who were like the boy’s people but lived like the savages. The tribe would probably starve without him. It took a long time for a mother to birth a person who could see the animals and summon them with the paintings. Teltak had been old, even when the boy’s fathers’-father was young. It was what would happen to the boy if he ever should fail. It had been a mistake the boy hadn’t even known he was doing it, but they killed Teltak anyway. The boy felt a measure of pity, he had used his gift to make Teltak see wrong. The tribe had taken him and broke his head on a great big rock. Teltak had failed, it was the last time the boy saw him alive. The boy didn’t know about that, he didn’t care, it wasn’t his place to care, it was his place to paint the animals, to ‘see’ the hunt and to use the gift to make sure the hunters succeeded. There were so few of them, but Teltak, the gifted one who came before the boy, said that there were more now than before. Once he even saw an old woman, who had the gift like him from the weird lands. He also saw people like his, but with a lot of skin and fur from dead things about them to keep warm. When he touched their weak minds, he could see white sand as far as the eye could see and great big trees. They tasted better, their meat was rich with flavors from far off places. They had no hair either, but shared the same long nose and they screamed as horribly. They were different from the other great ones, whose teeth curved. They’d killed one of the grey great beasts with the long straight teeth. They gathered around the old mother at the mouth of the immense cave system where his tribe lived during the harshest moons of the raining season, outside a storm raged. Sometimes he wished they would fail a hunt, just because he hated the singing more than he hated the dancing. – The ‘Ballard inscription’, an alleged Egyptian Hieroglyphs found in a Paleolithic- era cave settlement in Arizona, uncovered circa 1969. Do not strive to emulate them, do not look for knowledge and above all else, please, we beg to you, open not the doorway. Never unravel the mystery of the pyramids, never seek the accursed figures upon stone. We pray that those who come after never enter here. Golden Aker, mighty builder, depraved Kronos and Hathor, mother of chattel and behind them, the horror whose name shall not be written, whose hunger for souls is beyond madness. After we fled, my father sealed the Star Gate, in which Ra and his treacherous brethren were cast, banished for all time. They are gone, expelled from the cradle of their power. In any case, since there was a call to add some life to the Creative Writing section.here goeth my humble attempt to entertain you gents.Īs per usual, all writes belong to MGM or.Disney or whatever the fuck megacorp bought this shit out.Īnnndd without further adieu and with my sincerest hope that you guys both enjoy and shred me if it sucks. A blending of the two, hopefully without mutilating either This is my humble attempt to do justice both to what I felt was an amazing world and cosmology while also, doing certain things differently yet similar enough to try and keep the spirit of the show and film. This is another reboot, which admittedly was a lot harder for me to tackle than EFC was because its sort of hard to attempt to claim you can do things differently than one of the longest running sci fi shows not Trek or Who. Alright, so not to worry the EFC fic will get an update very soon! But in the mean time I thought I'd try my hand at a little journey down the Stargate rabbit hole.
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