For Gen Fic Day
Title: B is for Bully
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters: Bra'tac
Beta:
sly_hosteter
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 203
Content Notes: Like the title suggests, this story contains non-graphic bullying.
The other children call Bra'tac a smith's son, because that is what he is.
It is not meant kindly.
Bra'tac is too young to have his first prim'ta, a child by the definition of his god and his people, but he understands more than enough to know the shame these sons of warriors bring to those words.
Bra'tac throws himself at them in a rage. He strikes the first blow. He does not fight to protect his father's honour; he fights because he is afraid that they are right.
Later, his mother orders him out of his bloody clothes and takes care to clean his wounds of blood and dirt. Bra'tac squirms impatiently under her ministrations; if he had already received his prim'ta, it would be so much simpler.
"He makes the lives of our people better," says his mother. She's gentle with him, but the split skin still stings. "There is no shame in that."
But of course she would say that. She is a wife defending her husband. That is her place.
Bra'tac is a smith's son, yes, and expected to learn his father's trade, but there has always been room among Apophis' warriors for any who can prove their ability.
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Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters: Bra'tac
Beta:
sly_hosteter
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 203
Content Notes: Like the title suggests, this story contains non-graphic bullying.
The other children call Bra'tac a smith's son, because that is what he is.
It is not meant kindly.
Bra'tac is too young to have his first prim'ta, a child by the definition of his god and his people, but he understands more than enough to know the shame these sons of warriors bring to those words.
Bra'tac throws himself at them in a rage. He strikes the first blow. He does not fight to protect his father's honour; he fights because he is afraid that they are right.
Later, his mother orders him out of his bloody clothes and takes care to clean his wounds of blood and dirt. Bra'tac squirms impatiently under her ministrations; if he had already received his prim'ta, it would be so much simpler.
"He makes the lives of our people better," says his mother. She's gentle with him, but the split skin still stings. "There is no shame in that."
But of course she would say that. She is a wife defending her husband. That is her place.
Bra'tac is a smith's son, yes, and expected to learn his father's trade, but there has always been room among Apophis' warriors for any who can prove their ability.
This entry was also posted at http://cantarina.dreamwidth.org/143640.html. (comments:
)