[private debut] out of the shadows into the light
Dated to 6/25; clinic visit takes place toward evening.
In the shadows of planets and moons, Morgan waits, watching. She flows, cool and silent, a river between the stars, an underground stream.
A flash here, light on water as it breaks the surface. A ribbon of thought and she is gone, elsewhere. Again. A still pool, calm and inviting, a hunter's trap for a doe at dawn. Come for me.
The Orici comes, a blazing streak of red and black. Fire, fast and furious for the intervention in her sphere. Adria burns, a wildfire of rage and frustration. Get out. Leave or die.
She is strong, too strong, and Morgan can only flow, as water through her fingers. Flow and hide, draining away with only a trace for Adria to follow.
On a planet, in a hall decorated in the Orici's signature colors, the woman, Vala Mal Doran does not remember what she was shown. Adria stretches toward her, like a finger of flame.
Frustration courses through Morgan. Its heat flushes her out, a pluming geyser. Not there. Look here!
Too late. Adria has gone.
Morgan must follow, or hope will die. Vala Mal Doran, Tomin of Ver Isca, Teal'c, son of Ro'nac, and Daniel Jackson will die.
*
In the shadows of the City of the Gods, Morgan waits, watching. She pools, chill and silent, between the columns outside the great hall, a hidden spring.
An icy finger, a glacial trickle along the frozen ground. A thread of self, touching the hall. A frozen shadow, nothing more. You don't see me.
Inside the hall, the Orici appears through a ring of flame that matches her eyes. Her Doci goes to one knee, bowing his head, and Tomin of Ver Isca regains consciousness. A tiny bead of self rolls toward him; he is unharmed.
"It's over," Adria tells them, triumphant, a bonfire of hate. "You can't win. There is only one path."
Teal'c, son of Ro'nac, also rises, ever vigilant, ever on-guard. Morgan rolls a bead of thought toward him, unnoticed by Adria, power-mad and sure of victory. He also remains unharmed.
A perverted priestess, would-be goddess of hell, Adria raises her hands. "The power and glory of Origin."
There. Daniel's mind leaps, a pure silver flare of understanding. What Vala cannot remember, Daniel intuits, begging for time.
Vala dons a shadow, weaves illusion. "Adria. I'm sorry. I wish things could have been different."
"Me too," Adria answers, more genuine than her mother.
Teal'c shields Daniel while he enters the symbols on the Ark. Morgan retreats, a puddle absorbing, a drought-burdened stream.
"So, what are you gonna do? We're obviously never gonna agree." Vala's mask cracks only a little when she challenges, "Are you gonna kill me now?"
The last symbol pressed, Adria takes cognizance, throwing Daniel against the wall. Too late, too late. The Ark is active, truth in pure white light.
Now Morgan must follow, so Origin may die.
*
In the shadows of the hall, Morgan coalesces, snow-melt gathering in an alpine lake. Her long wait is almost over.
A gentle shower, drops of spring rain. Whispers of thought flung far, but nothing more. Do you yet see?
Within the hall, the light envelopes the Doci, entranced by truth. Another planet, midday, a Prior's staff glows, and he stills. In a room, another two Priors are caught in the glow. On a warship, a Prior halts his attack on the Odyssey. Samantha Carter and Cameron Mitchell are saved.
The Ark snaps shut, a branch popping in flame. Furious, frightened, the Orici extends a hand. The heat of power leaches away.
"No!" Adria cries, revealing herself still a petulant child. "You can't take away my power!"
Her mother, sadly, replies, "I think…we just did."
Now is her cue, ten thousand years in the making. A promise kept to an old rival, to listen, to learn. And now, finally, to act, to burst like a river through a wall of ice, unhindered by precepts that protect the lowers.
The last gasp of a choked bonfire, Adria rasps, threatening, "You will all burn in the fires of eternal damnation."
Silvery-white plumes of mist, the truth, precede her, and all are still. All except Morgan, gliding forward. "Not if I have anything to do with it."
Adria rallies, flaring. "You're no match for me."
A nasty smile, the Sorceress's smile, curves her lips. "I am now."
Morgan melts, dissolves and eddies, a swirl of white water, then shoots forward, a whirlpool unleashed. Adria bursts into flame, a phoenix who hopes to, but never shall rise.
In the middle of the room, an elemental collision; fire burns ice. With a last burst of warm rain over Daniel, Vala, Tomin, Teal'c, and their former enemy the Doci, Morgan is gone, taking Adria with her.
Origin is dead, and free will preserved.
*
Out amongst the stars, they fight. Her water dousing Adria's fire; Adria's fire boiling her water. Over and over in endless round.
Hissing, steaming, shrieking. Crackling, smoking, screaming. No sound in a vacuum, yet she hears.
Worse than the pain of eternal boiling, worse than the loss of self in steam: never to know quiet. Never to be still. Never to think or choose not to. To be, always, this tangle. And never again to know.
Glaciers melt; volcanoes die. Comets evaporate; suns implode. Time has no meaning, but it passes.
It passes…in cacophony and agony -
Until it does not.
*
It was quiet, the distant slap of waves against a sandy shore and the calls of prowling animals the only sounds. She ached and burned, parched desert under a brilliant sun.
She could not feel the Orici. The Others. Nor even the Outcasts. Under her hip, the ground felt hard.
A whisper of mind, an inkling of intention… She should have dissolved, disbanded, disbursed. She did not.
Amidst swirls of inchoate emotion, she had but two coherent thoughts: I am Morgan Le Fay. And I am human.
Cam and T-1000 will find her. T-1000 will be dispatched to find Daniel and tell him where to meet them. Cam will take Morgan to Carson for doctoring. There will be separate threads within the post for separate activities, because I'm anal like that.
In the shadows of planets and moons, Morgan waits, watching. She flows, cool and silent, a river between the stars, an underground stream.
A flash here, light on water as it breaks the surface. A ribbon of thought and she is gone, elsewhere. Again. A still pool, calm and inviting, a hunter's trap for a doe at dawn. Come for me.
The Orici comes, a blazing streak of red and black. Fire, fast and furious for the intervention in her sphere. Adria burns, a wildfire of rage and frustration. Get out. Leave or die.
She is strong, too strong, and Morgan can only flow, as water through her fingers. Flow and hide, draining away with only a trace for Adria to follow.
On a planet, in a hall decorated in the Orici's signature colors, the woman, Vala Mal Doran does not remember what she was shown. Adria stretches toward her, like a finger of flame.
Frustration courses through Morgan. Its heat flushes her out, a pluming geyser. Not there. Look here!
Too late. Adria has gone.
Morgan must follow, or hope will die. Vala Mal Doran, Tomin of Ver Isca, Teal'c, son of Ro'nac, and Daniel Jackson will die.
*
In the shadows of the City of the Gods, Morgan waits, watching. She pools, chill and silent, between the columns outside the great hall, a hidden spring.
An icy finger, a glacial trickle along the frozen ground. A thread of self, touching the hall. A frozen shadow, nothing more. You don't see me.
Inside the hall, the Orici appears through a ring of flame that matches her eyes. Her Doci goes to one knee, bowing his head, and Tomin of Ver Isca regains consciousness. A tiny bead of self rolls toward him; he is unharmed.
"It's over," Adria tells them, triumphant, a bonfire of hate. "You can't win. There is only one path."
Teal'c, son of Ro'nac, also rises, ever vigilant, ever on-guard. Morgan rolls a bead of thought toward him, unnoticed by Adria, power-mad and sure of victory. He also remains unharmed.
A perverted priestess, would-be goddess of hell, Adria raises her hands. "The power and glory of Origin."
There. Daniel's mind leaps, a pure silver flare of understanding. What Vala cannot remember, Daniel intuits, begging for time.
Vala dons a shadow, weaves illusion. "Adria. I'm sorry. I wish things could have been different."
"Me too," Adria answers, more genuine than her mother.
Teal'c shields Daniel while he enters the symbols on the Ark. Morgan retreats, a puddle absorbing, a drought-burdened stream.
"So, what are you gonna do? We're obviously never gonna agree." Vala's mask cracks only a little when she challenges, "Are you gonna kill me now?"
The last symbol pressed, Adria takes cognizance, throwing Daniel against the wall. Too late, too late. The Ark is active, truth in pure white light.
Now Morgan must follow, so Origin may die.
*
In the shadows of the hall, Morgan coalesces, snow-melt gathering in an alpine lake. Her long wait is almost over.
A gentle shower, drops of spring rain. Whispers of thought flung far, but nothing more. Do you yet see?
Within the hall, the light envelopes the Doci, entranced by truth. Another planet, midday, a Prior's staff glows, and he stills. In a room, another two Priors are caught in the glow. On a warship, a Prior halts his attack on the Odyssey. Samantha Carter and Cameron Mitchell are saved.
The Ark snaps shut, a branch popping in flame. Furious, frightened, the Orici extends a hand. The heat of power leaches away.
"No!" Adria cries, revealing herself still a petulant child. "You can't take away my power!"
Her mother, sadly, replies, "I think…we just did."
Now is her cue, ten thousand years in the making. A promise kept to an old rival, to listen, to learn. And now, finally, to act, to burst like a river through a wall of ice, unhindered by precepts that protect the lowers.
The last gasp of a choked bonfire, Adria rasps, threatening, "You will all burn in the fires of eternal damnation."
Silvery-white plumes of mist, the truth, precede her, and all are still. All except Morgan, gliding forward. "Not if I have anything to do with it."
Adria rallies, flaring. "You're no match for me."
A nasty smile, the Sorceress's smile, curves her lips. "I am now."
Morgan melts, dissolves and eddies, a swirl of white water, then shoots forward, a whirlpool unleashed. Adria bursts into flame, a phoenix who hopes to, but never shall rise.
In the middle of the room, an elemental collision; fire burns ice. With a last burst of warm rain over Daniel, Vala, Tomin, Teal'c, and their former enemy the Doci, Morgan is gone, taking Adria with her.
Origin is dead, and free will preserved.
*
Out amongst the stars, they fight. Her water dousing Adria's fire; Adria's fire boiling her water. Over and over in endless round.
Hissing, steaming, shrieking. Crackling, smoking, screaming. No sound in a vacuum, yet she hears.
Worse than the pain of eternal boiling, worse than the loss of self in steam: never to know quiet. Never to be still. Never to think or choose not to. To be, always, this tangle. And never again to know.
Glaciers melt; volcanoes die. Comets evaporate; suns implode. Time has no meaning, but it passes.
It passes…in cacophony and agony -
Until it does not.
*
It was quiet, the distant slap of waves against a sandy shore and the calls of prowling animals the only sounds. She ached and burned, parched desert under a brilliant sun.
She could not feel the Orici. The Others. Nor even the Outcasts. Under her hip, the ground felt hard.
A whisper of mind, an inkling of intention… She should have dissolved, disbanded, disbursed. She did not.
Amidst swirls of inchoate emotion, she had but two coherent thoughts: I am Morgan Le Fay. And I am human.
Cam and T-1000 will find her. T-1000 will be dispatched to find Daniel and tell him where to meet them. Cam will take Morgan to Carson for doctoring. There will be separate threads within the post for separate activities, because I'm anal like that.