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lswritingdesk · 4 years

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4. Dreamscape

LOL so much for posting on a regular basis...oops.

Here you go!

About a month after she entered the Fragment, Kyrie was falling asleep when she slipped into her Dreamscape. She hadn’t made the conscious decision to enter it, so she figured that it was the Fragment making contact for her. She felt soft grass beneath her bare feet and noticed that she was in her sleep clothes. That wouldn’t do. Elder Rhea had warned her that Community Rules still applied even in her Dreamscape. If Daniel was here, she couldn’t meet him like this. She closed her eyes and concentrated. When she opened them again, she was wearing the soft-soled shoes, leggings, and tunic of her Tethyos home. She ran a hand over her head, and her braids were pinned up, and a veil band was secured to her head.

Kyrie emerged from the falls of vines that covered her side of the garden and ran her hand along the ornamental shrubs that formed the outer barrier. Across the garden, she could see Daniel on his usual bench, back to her. Unlike the times before, there was sound. She could hear running water and birds and the usual sounds of a garden.

She approached Daniel cautiously, not wanting to startle him. “Hello,” she said quietly, when she came up to his side. He jumped slightly anyway.

“You,” he said, rising to his feet. He was about a head taller than her when standing. He looked at her like she wasn’t real. If she were in his shoes, she probably wouldn’t think she was real, either.

“I’m real,” she said, just as quietly as before. “I didn’t get to tell you my name before. It’s Kyrie. You’re in my Dreamscape.”

Daniel stared at her, his mouth slightly open, before speaking. “A few days after you…appeared...an old family friend showed up in my office and told me all of my theories were correct. And then the US Air Force put me on a plane to Colorado and took me to a secret installation. There was this thing called a Stargate, and it…”

“It took you to another world,” Kyrie said, her face glowing, though he couldn’t see it through her veil. She tried to put as much of her joy in her voice as she could.

“How did you know? That someone would come? That the Stargate took me to a different...world.”

“I told you that the right people would come for you. And my planet has a Stargate, too. I’ve never been through it, but I was taught what it does. What was the other world like?”

“I’m…still there. I didn’t go back to Earth. I couldn’t, not after everything that happened. I live in a desert with a tribe on a planet called Abydos.” Kyrie committed the name to memory, intending to research it when she woke up. “We liberated the people here from the rule of these awful fake gods who called themselves the Goa’uld. Apparently they’re all over the galaxy. We drove them off of Earth centuries ago in a revolt, but they’re still everywhere else. There’s so much to learn. That’s why I stayed here. My life was over on Earth, but here I can do so much more.”

Kyrie smiled sadly beneath her veil. She wanted to tell this man that his life on Earth was certainly not over, but that would go against revealing too much of a person’s Timeline to them before they were ready. There were less invasive ways to study someone’s Timeline besides going into the Fragment, and she had dedicated some time to Daniel after learning his name. She now knew a whole lot more about him, but it was nice to hear him talk about his life instead of reading it from a cold holoscreen.

“What about you? Is your job over now that you got me to Abydos?”

Kyrie gave a long, low chuckle. “Not in the slightest. Abydos is not your ending, Daniel. It is just your beginning.”

“And I suppose that’s all you can tell me, otherwise you’re meddling in my Timeline?”

“You catch on fast, but yes. I’ve known pieces of your story since I was a little girl on the cusp of adulthood. I waited ten Cycles to finally meet you. Imagine how drawn out this is for me.”

“Is a Cycle like a year?”

“Yes, though it lasts longer than one of your Tau’ri years. It’s roughly equivalent to ten of them.”

“Tau’ri. Is that what you call us?”

“That is your name in my language. I did not know your language when I first had visions of you. All I had to identify you was your home symbol from the Stargate.”

“What is your name in my language? You said your planet was called Illyria.”

“I cannot tell you the name of my people at this time. It would put you at too much risk. I should not have even told you the name of my planet, but it is too late now. One day I will be able to tell you what I am, but for now, you must promise me that you will keep the knowledge of my planet to yourself.”

“I promise, but I still don’t understand.”

“My people withdrew from the galaxy as a protective measure, both for ourselves and for others. The time is not yet right for us to reintroduce ourselves.”

“Alright. I will respect your wishes. Not that I really have anyone to tell. Why do you clothe yourself the way you do? Is it because of your belief system? The...Eternal Alchemy?”

“Partly. During your Thirteenth Cycle, you enter the Fragment and see your sacred geometry, which is basically just you seeing your future. When you exit, you receive your veil, which signifies you taking on the responsibilities of becoming an adult. It’s largely symbolic now that we are a closed off society, but occasionally we all veil. Only Seers, like me, and Elders wear the veil all the time. And Seers cover all of their skin because, well, you wouldn’t like it if my skin touched yours. I would be able to see and feel everything in your mind because of my abilities.” Daniel winced at the thought of this. “Yes, it is as uncomfortable as you would think. We only exercise the ability when absolutely necessary.”

“So what do you do when you’re not inside my head or being my temporal guardian angel?”

“I’m a Scholar. I’m on a Krewe studying one of our oldest Cities. I spent years learning ancient dialects of our language to be able to translate manuscripts, artefacts, and other things we find. I’m a lot like you, actually. Maybe one day they’ll assign me to a Krewe that goes through the Stargate to study our ancient settlements. I sometimes go to my old City Cube for vacation. I grew up by the ocean. My House is made up of Wavewalkers- people who control the sea. I was an anomaly, to be a Seer in a House of Wavewalkers. They had to send me to school in another House’s City Cube after my Thirteenth Cycle to learn how to be a Seer.”

“Your community structure seems somewhat complicated. You come from a House that generally produces people with the same abilities, and each house controls a City Cube…”

“It’s not complicated. If you manifest a different ability after your Thirteenth Cycle, you just go to school in a different City Cube. The manifesting House takes care of your education. House Jezerinac taught me how to be a Seer. Then in my Eighteenth Cycle, I exited the primary schools and went to College. There are three- Statics, Dynamics, and Synergetics. I attended Statics. In my Twentieth Cycle, I was assigned to a Krewe. I have been with it for three Cycles now. It’s just like you have primary school and university and then you get a job. Our primary schools are just tied to abilities for a certain number of years.”

“Your society sounds quite interesting. I would be interested in studying it.”

“Perhaps someday you will have the opportunity.”

“Is that a thinly veiled way of saying that one day I will be able to study your society?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny.”

“Of course you can’t. So you just...created this place? And it’s ours to meet in?”

“I made it while in the Fragment for the first time. It exists as part of my mind and part of the Fragment. I can consciously pull it up, but in this case, the Fragment summoned me here, and I suspect you as well. I’ve never tried to summon you here myself.”

“I see. It’s a little unnerving that you can just pull me out of my dreams and into this place.”

“I assure you it’s only ever out of a specific need that you are summoned here. Tonight, I guess it was so you could tell me that you were found and that you went through the Stargate.”

“Can you summon other people here? Could you tell Catherine that I was okay, for example?”

“No, that’s not how it works. I’m not bonded to her like I am to you.”

“Oh, I would have liked for her to know that I was well. She would like this place, too.”

“I’m sure that she knows you’re fine.”

“The rest of the team was instructed to say that I died here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t have much going for me on Earth, so really the only person who will miss me is Catherine.”

“I wish that I could contact her for you, but…”

“I know you have rules. I wouldn’t ask you to break them for me.”

Kyrie felt a lightening sensation in her head. “I think our time here is drawing to a close for now. I can feel it in my head. If you concentrate hard enough before going to sleep, you might be able to summon this place up. I don’t know. I’ll have to ask if anyone has ever shared a Dreamscape with a Tau’ri before. But I’ll be able to manifest this place whenever I want, so...I guess I’ll see you when I see you. I hope that Abydos is kinder to you than Earth was.”

“Thank you, Kyrie. I will see you...later, then.”

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dailyashleighraichu · 6 months

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“B-but… how…? She never had issues with food before!”

“….I knew there was a reason she wanted to lose weight…”

"I can't say with certainty as she didn't tell me, but these things can happen suddenly. One traumatic event can be all it takes for something like this to develop.”

"If you talk to her directly about this now, it may push her away further. And, if you will permit, I’d like to talk to her first on her own to better understand her mental health at the moment, and then formulate a plan for both everyone here,” he gestured around the room with two of his tails, “and also for herself. Does that sound fair to everyone?”

“I’d say that’s pretty fair.”

Coro and Taima nod in agreement. Ash still looks incredibly worried, however.

"I don’t want to lose her, Dew-!"

“I take this very seriously, as both a consulting doctor and a parent. Which is why I am going to make sure everyone knows what to do, so that Joule can begin the healing process.”

"If she needs to be hospitalized for a time, I can make sure she is well looked after with my co-workers, But I will only know how to best work with her, and everyone here, until after I assess her.”

"Now then, could you please show me where Joule is? I will speak with her now.”

"Y-yeah. Of course."

He starts to show Lucky to Joule’s room, but is stopped as Taima joins him.

"Tai...?"

"She’s not just your sister, knucklehead. I want to listen too."

Coro nods, and the twins show Lucky down the hall to Joule’s bedroom.

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lswritingdesk · 4 years

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5. Help

Months passed before Kyrie saw Daniel in her Dreamscape again. She would occasionally summon it up, just to make sure everything was fine there, but she never summoned Daniel there. There was no need. She knew that when the time came, they would come back together. She was not expecting to be summoned to the Dreamscape in the middle of the day, however.

Kyrie was with her Krewe in Rata Pten, studying a newly opened part of the site. Kyrie thought maybe she had stood up too fast until an image of the Fragment grove appeared before her eyes. She didn’t have time to say anything before she hit the ground in a dead faint, her Krewe members crowding around her in concern.

Kyrie woke with a start in the Dreamscape garden, cursing. She picked herself up off the ground and brushed her white uniform off. She looked up, and Daniel was approaching her from his side of the garden at a run. She put her hands up, and a hedge grew between her and Daniel, preventing him from reaching her. Well this is new, she thought to herself.

“Kyrie!” Daniel called to her, picking helplessly at the hedge. “You have to help me!”

“How did you summon me here?” Kyrie asked, a little unnerved at just being plucked out of the world like that.

“I’ve been in the garden for hours, and finally you appeared. Your Fragment must have finally decided to bring you here or something. Listen, something has happened. The Goa’uld came back to Abydos. They took Sha’re and Skaara. They obliterated the settlement. You have to help me get them back.”

Kyrie’s face fell. So Daniel’s peace had come to an end so soon. “Daniel, I-”

“Don’t tell me you can’t help. You have to. You said you were the Keeper of my Timeline. It’s not supposed to end this way.”

“Daniel, I’m a Keeper. I don’t intervene like...like that. I can’t just get them back for you.”

“There has to be something you can do,” he said desperately.

“Daniel, my people don’t even have access to weapons,” Kyrie said softly. “I couldn’t go after them.”

“But some of your people have special abilities. You’ve alluded to them before. You could get a team and-”

“Daniel, you know that’s not how it works.” His head dropped, and he took his glasses off. Kyrie waved a hand, and the hedge disappeared. A bench appeared in its place. “Sit.” He did, and he put his head in his hands, much like he did the first time they met. “I am so sorry for your loss, Daniel, but as I told you before, Abydos was your beginning, not your end. You are meant to be with the Tau’ri, not the Abydonians.”

“But Sha’re and Skaara-”

“Your mission to free them from the Goa’uld will have far reaching consequences. Your life on Earth was not over when you left a year ago. It was merely...dormant. You carry a great deal of sorrow with you now, but that sorrow will teach you great compassion. Do not forget your compassion as you go forth in your mission. I am sorry that I cannot do more for you now.” They sat in silence.

Kyrie got up and began pacing back and forth. There had to be a better way for him to contact her than to just sit in the Dreamscape and will her to appear. She couldn’t just be fainting everywhere, either. This was her Dreamscape. She made the rules here. She picked up a palm-sized stone from the ground and concentrated on making it round and smooth. She then made it milky-white in colour, thinking of her eyes. He wouldn’t make the association, but she would. She approached him again.

“Open your hand,” she said. When he looked up at her, she held out the stone to him. Daniel took it from her and ran his thumb over the milky surface. “Next time you need me, take this and concentrate on me. Hopefully it will summon me to the Fragment or to the Dreamscape instead of just...taking me.”

“Taking you?” Daniel asked confusedly.

“I was at work when I was summoned here. All I remember is hitting the ground in a dead faint and waking up here. Hopefully summoning me with the stone will be a more natural process.”

“Oh.”

“I have to go now. I don’t know what is happening with my body and need to find out. But I have faith in you, Daniel Jackson. Your path will not be smooth, but it will be true. The answers you seek will come to you in time.” In a rare gesture of affection, Kyrie laid her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it before leaving him to contemplate the stone.

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lswritingdesk · 4 years

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3. Fragment

I apologise for there being no rhyme or reason to me uploading these fics. I have a number of them- 13 installments as of me posting this one. I should post them on a more regular basis, but I haven’t really been getting on my computer as much recently. I will strive to post more regularly. Thank you to those of you reading and interacting!

Daniel Jackson makes his first real appearance! Hooray!

In the freezing season of her Twenty-third Cycle, Kyrie woke suddenly in the middle of the night. She had been living in a small flat of the Maren City Cube for three years now, ever since she had graduated from the College of Statics and joined the Rata Pten Krewe. She had been assigned to study the ancient City along with a team of eleven others, and she and her family had been thrilled with the assignment.

After half an hour had passed and she did not fall back asleep, Kyrie turned off the sound machine that mimicked the sound of the ocean- she would always need the sound of the ocean to fall asleep- and softly padded through her small flat. She wrapped her robe tighter around her and looked into her little garden that was dormant with the season. Something flickered in her mind. She stood there quietly and waited for the flicker to grow into something that she could grab onto.

A vision of a lush garden grew in her mind, and she remembered the Dreamscape that she had not dreamt of since she was in her Thirteenth Cycle and newly out of the Fragment. Something tugged in her chest, and she knew it was the Fragment calling out to her. She didn’t know if she should go now or in the morning. Surely there was a Tender at the Fragment at all times, but she didn’t know if her pass would work at the teleporter.

Kyrie put on another layer of clothing and went out into the frozen garden and sat on the bench to meditate. She called up the Dreamscape, entering it as easily as if she had been entering it every day since she was in her Thirteenth Cycle. She walked around the lush garden, touching the plants that burst with life, the total opposite of the garden her physical body sat in. The man was there, the one that had been in her visions. He sat on a bench under a tree on the other side of the garden, his back to her. She knew better than to call out. She tried to walk towards him, but the distance between them only seemed to grow. She grew frustrated and eventually gave up, sitting on a bench of her own and staring at his back, willing him to turn around and look at her. A part of her understood that she would not be able to reach him until she entered the Fragment, so she let go of the Dreamscape and her meditation and woke up, her body stiff from the cold.

She went inside and pulled up the holoscreen, regretting the time, but knowing it was necessary. Kyrie placed the call to Elder Rhea and waited for it to go through. It took some time, but finally the Elder stood before her on the screen, waiting for an explanation from the younger woman.

“The Fragment is calling me. I cannot reach the man in my Dreamscape until I go into it. I tried for some time to reach him, but it was impossible.”

“Then your time has come. A Tender will be waiting for you. I will ensure that your pass will let you use the teleporter. May the Eternal Alchemy guide you.” The screen clicked off. Kyrie didn’t know what else she was expecting, but she was expecting a little more than that from the Elder. She went into her room to change into her winter Seers’ robes, and then she made her way to the teleporters. True to her word, Elder Rhea had made sure her pass would work, and Kyrie found herself in the Fragment grove under the light of a half moon.

A Tender in thick robes of their own met her at the teleporter and led her to the entry of the Fragment. “Kyrie, of House Tethyos, are you ready to enter the Fragment and see your vision?”

“Yes, Tender, I am.”

“Then enter and meet your truth.”

Kyrie entered the trees, but this time, there were no purple stars. She did not fall into a golden orb of light. She walked into a lecture hall. The man was at the bottom giving a lecture, and though she could not hear him, she could see that the lecture was going poorly. People were shaking their heads. Some even got up and left. The man was growing visibly flustered and frustrated. Finally, someone in the front row got up and beseeched him to quit. He looked so sad as he gathered up his materials and left the lecture hall out the side door. When the scene did not change, Kyrie realised that she was to hurry after him.

The man walked down the hall and down a set of stairs into the basement of the building, and Kyrie rushed after him, her footsteps the only sound in the silence. She slid into the room the man entered just moments before he slammed the door. She looked around in awe at all of the books and scrolls and objects that decorated the room as the man sat down in defeat, his head in his hands. He sighed, and Kyrie sighed on his behalf. She didn’t like how that lecture hall had treated him. His head shot up, and he stared right at her. Kyrie froze, realising that sound had returned to the world, that this man had heard her sigh and was now staring at her.

“Who the hell are you?” the man asked, staring at the strangely dressed woman who had all but beamed into his office. He had not seen her enter, nor had he seen her in there when he had entered. How had she gotten in?

“You can see me? And hear me?” Kyrie asked, incredulously. She waved a hand in front of his face, then snatched it back when he attempted to grab or swat it, maybe both.

“Yes, and I want to know who you are and how you got into my office, because you weren’t in here when I came in, and I did not let you in myself.” Kyrie’s stomach dropped.

“I’m in the Fragment,” she responded, as if that were an answer.

“The what?”

“I’m not really here, in your office. I’m...I’m in the Fragment. It’s an ancient anomaly on another planet that we Seers enter to see visions to help guide us…” Kyrie realised how insane she must sound to this man. She switched tactics. “What is your name?”

“You’re on another planet?” The man caught on this tidbit that she had let slide.

“Uh,” Kyrie began, but she was cut off.

“I must surely be losing it now. They probably sent you in here as a joke to mess with me after the disaster that was that lecture. I’m the laughingstock of the academic community now. So what planet are you from? Mars? Jupiter?”

“Illyria,” Kyrie said softly. “And you aren’t crazy, just...misunderstood. The right people are waiting just around the corner for you, I promise. They will hear your lecture and know the truth.” The man barked out a harsh laugh.

“And you know that how?”

Kyrie straightened. “I’m a Seer. It’s my job to watch the Timelines.” She said this importantly, like she had seen this man’s Timeline, when in reality she was just as in the dark as him. But something inside of her was telling her that she had to encourage this man right now. She had to keep him going.

“If you’ve supposedly seen my Timeline, then why don’t you know my name?” Kyrie winced. He had caught her.

“You are my first...assignment. I woke up in the dead of the night and felt the pull to enter the Fragment. I know this doesn’t make sense to you now, but one day it will,” she rushed out, trying to make sense of this for herself so she could make sense of it for him. “The Fragment shows Seers visions so that we can guide others to make important decisions. And it guided me here to you, so I can only guess that I am here to encourage you not to quit. I saw the lecture. I don’t know what it was about, but I know it went badly and that you subsequently are ready to give up, but you can’t. Not yet. As I said before, the right people will hear your story soon, and they will bring you to the right path. I am merely a conduit.” The man sighed.

“I’ll be forced out of this institution shortly, I know it. After that lecture, it’s only a matter of time. I can’t hang on for much longer.”

“Then the answer that we’re both waiting for is surely coming soon.”

“You sure have a lot of faith in something you aren’t sure of.”

“The Eternal Alchemy leads us all to the right path in the end. It may not be the path we were looking for, but it is the right path.”

“The Eternal Alchemy?”

“My belief system.” Kyrie could feel herself fading. “I don’t have much time left here. Please believe that this was real. Believe in yourself. And before I go...what is your name?”

“Daniel. Daniel Jackson. And who are you?” Before she could answer, Kyrie faded from the room.

Kyrie’s name died on her lips as she materialised on the edge of the Fragment’s grove. Thankfully she was not staggering or bleeding this time. It was mid-morning. Apparently time did not pass the same way while one was in the Fragment as it did in the real world. Elder Rhea stood some feet away with the Tender, watching gravely as Kyrie left the shelter of the trees.

“You’ve been gone for over a day,” Elder Rhea commented mildly. Kyrie shook her head.

“Have you been waiting all this time?”

“No, the Tenders know when someone is close to coming out. The Fragment...makes it known. They let me know you were due soon, and I came along. Did you make contact?”

“Yes. And I think I’ll be able to contact him in my Dreamscape now. I know his name now.”

“You must stay veiled in your Dreamscape, just so you know.”

“I understand.”

“It is up to you how you bring the Tau’ri here. There will be very few rules or guidance, as this was given to you by the Fragment. But you will abide by Community rules as they apply.”

“Yes, Elder Rhea.”

“You will be fine. You will be just fine.”

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lswritingdesk · 4 years

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2. Seers

In which baby Kyrie learns to be a Seer. No mention of Daniel Jackson in this particular fic. We’re still setting the stage here.

Kyrie had to take a teleporter to get to the City Cube where the bulk of House Jezerinac resided. It was inland, far away from the oceanic City Cube where her own House lived and ruled the seas. Kyrie found the streets oddly quiet without the dull roar of the ocean acting as background noise. She was nervous. Aside from the fateful day that she had visited the Fragment, and the odd days that she had accompanied her mother to the main market in Rata Sum, this was one of the first times that she had been outside of her City Cube. In fact, it was her first time unaccompanied. Now that she had accepted her veil, she was considered old enough to make the journey alone, and so when she received Elder Rhea’s instructions to appear at the Jezerinac City Cube’s Educational Centre on the sixth day of the week, her parents had sent her alone.

She had spent the week fiddling with her veil like she had been instructed, and she could now see relatively well without the veil darkened to its highest intensity. She was still getting used to the occasional flicker that occurred on one’s vision when using an electronic veil, but for the most part, she was getting used to it.

The Educational Centre bordered the main square like it did in her own City Cube, which made sense, considering they were all designed by the same Architects. It was a blessing to her, because it meant she didn’t have to stop anyone to ask for directions. She wasn’t sure she would have been able to get out the words. She already looked different in her clothing of blue hues compared to these people’s greys and whites. She was dreading going into the Educational Centre. She entered anyway and found herself standing in a lobby with others milling about. She backed into a corner, trying to hide herself.

The tactic did not work. A young person came over to her, hands on their hips, and seemed to look her up and down, though Kyrie couldn’t be sure as the woman? was also veiled. “So you’re the Tethyos Seer.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Uh, yes,” Kyrie stammered. The person’s voice betrayed a woman, Kyrie thought, though she wasn’t sure. “My name is Kyrie.”

“Oh, we know what your name is. After Lilac came out of the Fragment not a Seer, and then you came out after triple the amount of time as the others and almost bled out on the lawn, almost everyone knows your name.”

“Oh,” Kyrie said. She didn’t like the thought of people knowing her without her knowing them. A second person joined them.

“Don’t you have other clothes?” the second person asked. A male, this one, maybe. Also young.

“Clothes?” Kyrie asked, smoothing her hand over her tunic. It was one of her nicest. The maybe-male gestured at the cut-off sleeves.

“You’re not going to like it if someone brushes your arm,” they said.

“I don’t understand,” Kyrie said, genuinely confused.

She could almost hear the eyeroll in the maybe-male’s voice when he said, “Like this.” He pulled off his glove and touched her hand. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the shock of his touch. She could feel everything he felt, hear every thought in his head. He thought she was an idiot, that was clear. “Didn’t they tell you anything?” he said, as rough hands separated him from her.

“Hey! Not cool!” the first person, the girl, said, pulling them apart. “She’s practically a baby and from a House that hasn’t had a Seer in generations. Who do you think would have told her the protocols? A ghost?”

“I don’t know, maybe an Elder? They should have sent her here better prepared than that.”

“We’re all sent here to learn, Tyrus. You were once clueless, too. And if I catch you pulling a stunt like that again, I’ll report you to a Teacher.” Tyrus huffed and slunk off. The girl turned back to Kyrie.

“I’m sorry he did that. He knows we’re not supposed to touch each other, even if you don’t.”

“What was that?” Kyrie asked, still shivering from the seconds of contact.

“After your Thirteenth Cycle, after the Fragment, you can’t just touch people anymore. Not bare-skinned. If you do, it opens up their mind to yours. That’s why all of us are covered in cloth head to toe. I’m surprised they didn’t warn you.”

“They didn’t really tell me much,” Kyrie murmured.

“Well, it’s been a long time since a new Seer came from an outside House, so they probably just forgot that they have to tell you little things like that. They’ll get your clothing sorted soon, I’m sure, and tell you all the little things you don’t know. I’m Iris. Lilac is my sister. That’s how I know about you. I was there at the Fragment when you came out. I’m three Cycles ahead of you.”

“You’re not...mad about your sister? Isn’t there supposed to be one Seer per Cycle? Shouldn’t it have been her?”

“Mad? No. It could have been anyone. There were 7 Jezerinacs in your Cycle. Yes, it’s weird that none of them were the Seer, but we are taught that the Eternal Alchemy keeps balance in its own way. Don’t you get non-Tethyos Wavewalkers?”

“Frequently. But Wavewalkers are a lot more common than Seers.”

“Are you sad not to be a Wavewalker?”

“No, I wanted to be a Scholar and study the old Cities.”

“Is that what your sacred geometry showed you, before it took you on your side path?” Kyrie froze.

“Are- are we allowed to talk about that?”

“Who is going to tell a Seer, a Keeper of the Timelines, that they aren’t allowed to talk about timelines? You don’t know much because you weren’t raised around Seers, but you get a lot of free range being one. My mother is a Seer, so I grew up with the lore.”

“So we’re Keepers of the Timelines?”

“That’s one of our official titles. Our visions, our side paths- we have ‘extra duties’, as they call them, to help keep the timelines pure. There are a lot of forces and people who seek to corrupt the timelines for their own gain.” This was a lot to take in for Kyrie. Seers had always been mysterious figures to her growing up. She didn’t know their purpose or function, other than that they had visions and saw futures beyond the sacred geometries.

“Well, yes, it showed me that I would be a Scholar before it showed me my visions.”

“Don’t talk about your visions,” Iris warned, before Kyrie went any further. “Those have to stay your own, unless Elder Rhea asks. She’s the only one who can ask about your visions. But you can talk about your regular old sacred geometry all your own. I’m going to be a Teacher of Eights,” she said with a smile. “Old Cities sound interesting, though. We went on a field trip to one when I was a Ten. Did you?”

“Yes, and that was when I knew that I wanted to study them, though I knew I wanted to be a Scholar before then. I always preferred books over the sea.” A bell chimed and doors opened.

“We have to go in now. It’s the beginning of a Cycle, so there’s always an introductory presentation before they split us up based on skill level. Come, you can sit with me.”

The presentation filled in a lot of details that Kyrie did not know about Seers, though most of the people around her radiated a feeling of boredom. She drank it all in, though. In the end, she and Iris were sorted into the same learning group, and by the time the day ended, Kyrie felt like too much had been stuffed into her brain. Iris assured her that every learning session would be like that.

Kyrie was sent back to her City Cube with instructions for proper clothing, exercises for her veil and Dreamscape, and more. When her parents asked her about her day, she found herself speechless. In a way, she had never felt so far apart from them. They would never fully understand that she couldn’t just embrace them anymore or share the contents of her studies, because they were so foreign to them. Part of her wished she was a Wavewalker so she had that in common with the family and House at least. But...she was beginning to embrace that she had a larger role to play.

Her mother helped her find pale blue clothing in the market that would cover her newly sensitive skin and allow her to hold onto a piece of Tethyos without standing out in the navies and royal blues she wore the rest of the week. She wouldn’t let becoming a Seer take away everything.

Her classmates in her regular classes gradually got used to her changes, and though they did not invite her to join in their activities as they once did, they no longer regarded her with outright fear. She no longer thought of transferring completely to the Jezerinac Educational Centre, where people wouldn’t mind her veil or Seer-ness.

Gradually the Cycles passed, and the end of Kyrie’s Eighteenth Cycle came upon her. She applied and was accepted to the College of Statics, just as her sacred geometry had indicated. She had not dreamed of the garden in years, and she thought maybe her ‘extra duties’ would not come to pass after all.

She and Iris had remained close, though the older girl had passed through the College of Dynamics and become a Teacher of Eights the year before. They still saw one another monthly at the Educational Centre, where they proved that their skills were still up to snuff in various tests and games. Neither had yet felt the pull to re-enter the Fragment as some of their peers had.

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lswritingdesk · 4 years

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9. Stuck

I’ve been so terrible about updating, so I’m going to give you a couple of updates today.

It had been a few months, but Daniel was once again summoned to the Dreamscape. When he entered, it was to find Kyrie laying on the grass, looking up at the stars. He looked up in wonder. He had never seen the Dreamscape at night before.

“Kyrie?” She sat up and looked in his direction.

“Oh good, you’re finally here. I’ve been here for ages.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t feel the pull of the Dreamscape, otherwise I would have come sooner.”

“No, it’s fine. I didn’t summon you here for news or anything.”

“Oh? Then why am I here?”

“I’m...bored.”

“You’re bored?”

“I suppose that you could say that I am...stuck...right now. So I am in a deep state of meditation until they get me un-stuck.”

“You’re...stuck? Where?” Kyrie sighed.

“In Rata Pten, outside one of the ancient labs. I accidentally triggered a trap.”

“A trap?” Kyrie sighed again, frustration evident in her voice.

“Yes, a trap. I’m ashamed of myself. The ancient labs are a lot like puzzles, you see. In the old days, there was a lot of rivalry between them. Our society was not so peaceful as it is now. So they would put out traps and make getting into their labs sort of like a puzzle, to prevent their discoveries from falling into other hands.”

“And you triggered one.”

“Yes.”

“Dare I ask what is happening to your body right now?” Kyrie clicked her tongue against her teeth.

“I am...suspended in a viscous purple material. I cannot move or talk. I can breathe, but that’s about it. My krewe mates are trying to extract me now, but they said it might be some time before they get me out. They took samples of the material I’m suspended in to several labs.”

Daniel couldn’t help himself. He started laughing. Kyrie flopped back down in the grass.

“It’s not funny. It’s humiliating. No one has triggered a trap in several Cycles. We had a betting pool on who would trigger the next. I am unhappy to be the one, and now I owe the others quite a sum.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that...you’re always on my case about this mistake or that, and now you’ve made a royal mistake and are trapped in some sort of goo, and quite frankly, it’s hilarious.”

“I made a mistake in summoning you here.”

“No, no, I’ll keep you company. Tell me more about your work. You’ve alluded to it in the past, but you haven’t told me much about it.”

“I work on a research krewe in the ancient capital, Rata Pten. There are several krewes in Rata Pten, but ours specifically deals with the ancient labs. We’re opening them one by one.”

“And they’ve been sealed all this time?”

“Ever since the first City Cubes were built.”

“Why did they just abandon Rata Pten?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. And we’re fascinated with what we’re finding in the labs. Sometimes what we find informs us of customs we’ve had for thousands of years. Sometimes we find things that even we find alien.”

“Thousands of years? How old is this city?”

“The first City Cubes were founded by the High Houses around 10 million years ago. Our first records of Furlings going into the Fragment occur about 5 million years ago. Rata Pten is older than the City Cubes by much longer than that, probably about 20 to 25 million of your Earth years old.” Daniel’s eyebrows were almost in his hair.

“You’re that old?”

“I told you that we were old, Daniel. You know that we’re one of the four races.”

“When did you start exploring the stars?

“Lakme and Lakira were the first to chart the stars. They recorded the stars around our planet early in the history of Rata Pten. When the Ancients came, they used our star charts to create the Stargates for this galaxy and yours.”

“So you’ve been in space for millions of years…”

“Yes.”

“This is incomprehensible to me, that you’ve been out there for that long.”

“We don’t know of any other race that has been out here for longer, save for the Ancients.”

“How did you not, I don’t know, fizzle out?”

“There are several dark times in our history where we very nearly did. The time just before we created the City Cubes was one such time. The labs were at war with one another. The City Cubes- and the Houses- brought peace. They established the Rules of Order that we still live by today.”

“Every time I think I have grown accustomed to you, you set me on my head.”

“I am...sorry. I know our history can be a lot. Try being the legacy to it.”

“I hadn’t thought of that. So what happens when they get you free?”

“I will get a lecture from my Krewe leader, probably a stay in a decontamination chamber. I’ll have to withdraw some money to pay off my krewe-mates. Iris will laugh her way into the next City Cube when she finds out.”

“Is Iris part of your social unit?”

“Yes, she’s my best friend. We met in Seer school, for lack of a better term for it. She was three Cycles ahead of me.”

Kyrie’s body jolted. Daniel jumped.

“Kyrie, are you alright?” She sucked in a long breath.

“They freed my body. I- fell. I’m afraid our time here is over for now.” She sighed. “Time to face the Alchemy.” She waved goodbye and disappeared.

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lswritingdesk · 4 years

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8. The Many Lives and Deaths of Daniel Jackson

Daniel appeared that night in the Dreamscape. He shivered. It was better than the nightmares he had been having. He made his way out to Kyrie, who was sitting on a bench in the centre of the garden.

“I have to say, your invitation to the Dreamscape was rather welcome.”

“Has your sleep been disturbed?”

“Something like that.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm? That’s all I get? No advice?”

“I can’t fix your sleep, Daniel.”

“I know, I know. You can’t intervene.”

“No, I mean I couldn’t fix your sleep even if I tried. The realm of dreams is beyond even our control. Unfortunately you must work out for yourself what they are trying to tell you.”

“I guess it makes me feel a little bit better to know that you struggle with bad dreams, too, then.”

“Dream-telling is an integral part of Furling life. As children, we are taught to tell our dreams over our morning meal and discuss them with our parents. It helps us to process them. I once struggled with a nightmare for months as a child that I had a hard time describing, but eventually it went away once I could sufficiently describe and process it.”

“So are you telling me to find a therapist?”

“I am willing to listen to your dreams, Daniel.”

“Who listens to yours?”

“I have a social unit, Daniel. I am not a loner, just because I am a Seer.”

“I just assumed that because you had moved away from your family…”

“If you do not naturally form a social unit, you are assigned one.”

“You’re assigned friends? That’s...weird.”

“No, it is sensible. And you are Matched, so it’s not like you are assigned to strangers. They share common interests with you, or perhaps your job assignment. The system is very thorough.”

“It’s still a little weird.”

“It’s something that you will come to understand, in time, if you are to live with us.”

“I’m sorry, live with you? Did I miss something?”

Kyrie sighed, as if she were talking to an errant child. “If we had stuck to the subject as I had planned, no, you wouldn’t have. But you ask a lot of questions.”

“I’m sorry for being curious?”

“Daniel, I want to talk to you about your death.” Daniel scooted away from her almost unconsciously.

“That went from 0 to 60 very quickly,” Daniel said.

“How many times have you died now? Three times? Four times? I thought you were the clever one on your team. Why do you die so much?”

“Technically I’ve only actually died three times. The fourth time, they just thought I was dead because an alien implanted memories of my death in my team’s head.” Kyrie gave Daniel what would have been a baleful look if he could have seen it.

“That’s three times too many for someone your age. You don’t have your affairs in order. You just...let things happen.”

“I do so have things in order. I have a will now.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about what happens after your death.”

“I don’t believe in an afterlife, so that’s a moot point.”

“There may not be an afterlife in the way you perceive one to be, but there is a next step. Daniel, the Furling Elders would like to extend the offer to you to be reborn on Illyria after your real, final death.” Daniel gave Kyrie an incredulous look.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Upon your death, your final one, not some mishap where you’ll be resurrected by a rite or a sarcophagus or your own sheer will, your body will be brought to the Fragment, as are the bodies of others who choose rebirth at the end of their Cycles. Upon the renewal of the Cycle, you will be reborn into a new body. Essentially, you will become a Furling. You will be given the chance to learn about us in a way that you never imagined, by becoming one of us.”

“And they’re just giving me this opportunity, no strings attached?”

“Oh, you’ll be bound to the world for a certain period of time, likely 13 Cycles and until you’ve experienced the Fragment for the first time. Until you’ve grown accustomed to our ways. But after that, you would be able to negotiate. They might let you off-world to study other cultures. We have off-world scholars, after all. I do not know. But I do know that you are being given a rare chance at a...call it a second chance, since you do not believe in afterlives.”

“And if I don’t take this chance?”

“Then you will return to the Eternal Alchemy, as we all do in the end. As your Earth Bible says, ‘Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.’ In the end, we’re all just stardust.”

“This is a lot to think about.”

“Understandably. I simply was to present you with the offer. After all, your death is not imminent or anything.” Kyrie uncomfortably put off the vision of Daniel Jackson lying on the medical bed wrapped in bandages.

“Well, thank you. And tell your Elders that I say thank you. It is quite an offer for a simple man like me.” Kyrie laughed.

“Daniel Jackson, you are anything but a simple man.”

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