Twelve Days 4/12 (G)
Title: Twelve Days
Fandom: SGA
Rating: G
Characters: Teyla and other Athosians
Summary: Twelve stories of the Athosians based on the Twelve Days of Christmas
Disclaimer: Not mine
The night air was still unbearably humid, the darkness of night providing little relief from the sweltering day. Still each man stood at his post, not allowing himself to be distracted by the heat. They were scattered for miles around the encampment and they all knew which direction their neighbour was in, even if they couldn’t see them. At dawn they still wouldn’t be able to see each other, but for a brief smudge of movement in the distance. But they didn’t try to look for each other; instead they focused on the night sky.
They were all tired as it grew closer to sunrise, but they knew that they couldn’t let their guard down. There was no safety in the coming of the sun; however it did mean that as the rest of the village rose they could stand down from their posts.
As one man let his eyes drift across the night sky he caught sight of a bright star. He only saw it for a moment but it was long enough to realise that it was moving and heading towards the village.
Cupping his hands around his mouth he called, “Wraith! Wraith! Wraith!”
The man closest to him instantly picked up his warning and took over, “Wraith! Wraith! Wraith!”
The dart was moving fast and the third man had just noticed it moving in the sky when he heard the call. “Wraith! Wraith! Wraith!”
The final man needed to get the message into the village, waking everyone so they could make their escape. As soon as he heard the call he took off, sprinting into the centre of the village where he gave his warning, “Wraith! Wraith! Wraith!” He would continue to call out until the last villager ran past him, and then he would follow.
Five Golden Rings
Fandom: SGA
Rating: G
Characters: Teyla and other Athosians
Summary: Twelve stories of the Athosians based on the Twelve Days of Christmas
Disclaimer: Not mine
The night air was still unbearably humid, the darkness of night providing little relief from the sweltering day. Still each man stood at his post, not allowing himself to be distracted by the heat. They were scattered for miles around the encampment and they all knew which direction their neighbour was in, even if they couldn’t see them. At dawn they still wouldn’t be able to see each other, but for a brief smudge of movement in the distance. But they didn’t try to look for each other; instead they focused on the night sky.
They were all tired as it grew closer to sunrise, but they knew that they couldn’t let their guard down. There was no safety in the coming of the sun; however it did mean that as the rest of the village rose they could stand down from their posts.
As one man let his eyes drift across the night sky he caught sight of a bright star. He only saw it for a moment but it was long enough to realise that it was moving and heading towards the village.
Cupping his hands around his mouth he called, “Wraith! Wraith! Wraith!”
The man closest to him instantly picked up his warning and took over, “Wraith! Wraith! Wraith!”
The dart was moving fast and the third man had just noticed it moving in the sky when he heard the call. “Wraith! Wraith! Wraith!”
The final man needed to get the message into the village, waking everyone so they could make their escape. As soon as he heard the call he took off, sprinting into the centre of the village where he gave his warning, “Wraith! Wraith! Wraith!” He would continue to call out until the last villager ran past him, and then he would follow.
Five Golden Rings