| |
"My God, it's beautiful."

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Teal'c witnessed the still, almost transparent maestro literally craft from death's chair the annihilating crescendo to the space battle above, long fingers coaxing an ancient weapon into a fireworks display that has not lit Earth's Antarctic heavens for millennia.
He shudders; it is to the Tau'ri's great fortune that O'Neill and no other shouldered the burden imposed by an Ancients' database - the possession of great knowledge guaranteeing neither discernment nor the ability to thwart Anubis so devastatingly.
But the price extracted by a universe bent on restoring balance is fierce.
Dolmata has the relentless grip of a waking death.
If you enjoyed this story, please send feedback to
Celeste
|