Writ in Blood For You
Who are you, who reads my words now? Do you come in peace, with high ideals and dreams, or have you slaughtered all who stood against you to gain this? If you are hoping for secrets, this will give you none; if you are looking for wisdom, I doubt you will find it.
But if you are searching for the last thoughts of someone who has had the galaxy rest in her hands, who has let it go because man is not God and should not play at such-
Then you may learn from my mistakes.
I do not know how you are reading this, my successor, my enemy, my friend. But I am glad that you are, for it means that something of Atlantis has survived- and we never were very good at giving things up.
A flash of a city, floating on an ocean, calm but watchful, always watchful, always ready. Carter shivers, certain that if the journal had not recognized her as an ally, it would have destroyed her in an instant… and begun to rebuild the city from her ashes.
She looks at the leather-bound cover with new respect, imagining the leader who sat to pen her final words in this same place, perhaps not so long ago. And as she begins to read, flipping through the thin pages covered with neat handwriting, an image emerges of a woman who was not perfect, who was not always right- but who tried, and who cried, and who never stopped looking for another option, another path.
Honest with herself, Sam only hopes she has the courage to remember Elizabeth Weir’s lessons and use them, when all her training screams for a call to arms; if she succeeds, then the city will become more than just a construction of steel and glass.
It will become their legacy.
But if you are searching for the last thoughts of someone who has had the galaxy rest in her hands, who has let it go because man is not God and should not play at such-
Then you may learn from my mistakes.
I do not know how you are reading this, my successor, my enemy, my friend. But I am glad that you are, for it means that something of Atlantis has survived- and we never were very good at giving things up.
A flash of a city, floating on an ocean, calm but watchful, always watchful, always ready. Carter shivers, certain that if the journal had not recognized her as an ally, it would have destroyed her in an instant… and begun to rebuild the city from her ashes.
She looks at the leather-bound cover with new respect, imagining the leader who sat to pen her final words in this same place, perhaps not so long ago. And as she begins to read, flipping through the thin pages covered with neat handwriting, an image emerges of a woman who was not perfect, who was not always right- but who tried, and who cried, and who never stopped looking for another option, another path.
Honest with herself, Sam only hopes she has the courage to remember Elizabeth Weir’s lessons and use them, when all her training screams for a call to arms; if she succeeds, then the city will become more than just a construction of steel and glass.
It will become their legacy.