STARGATE SG-1: Exile (Apocalypse Book 2) by Exile (SG1-27; Apocalypse Book 2)

Author:Exile (SG1-27; Apocalypse, Book 2) [Retail]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fandemonium Books
Published: 2020-06-26T09:47:12+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Elspeth Reed had spent her life chasing ghosts; this was a dead world after all and there were plenty of them. Aedan and the others thought that she was a fool to spend so much time with her head wrapped up in stories, but they didn’t understand. She had thought no one would ever understand — until she met Daniel Jackson. And it was his return that had set her on her current mission.

She hurried down the tunnels, heading for one of the oldest parts of the caves where the community kept their least essential supplies: detritus left behind by previous generations or scavenged from the outlying areas, items deemed worthless and abandoned by those travelers who had sometimes passed through and taken shelter with them. Daniel was one of those travelers and she wondered what he would make of her collection. Something told her he would not dismiss it as worthless.

Her feet found the small cave almost without her thinking, so often had she retreated here. Unlike the newer parts of the cave system, its walls were daubed with old words and symbols whose meaning had long been forgotten but whose presence linked her to the lost world of her past: ‘Scrap Trident’, ‘Bairns not Bombs’, ‘No WMD’. She traced her fingers over the fading paint as she made her way inside, picking through the various crates and boxes until she found the one she was looking for. The hinge creaked despite frequent use. Elspeth reached in and withdrew the first item her hand touched. The leather cover was cracked and damaged, but the pages still turned and the words were still clear.

“Trying to hide again?”

Elspeth whirled, dropping the book. She winced as it hit the ground and landed splayed face down on its pages. “How can I be hiding when you know fine and well where to find me, Aedan?”

“I wasn’t talking about this room,” he said, glancing at the book whose pages she was now smoothing under careful hands. There didn’t seem to be any damage, beyond that which had already been inflicted years ago. He flicked his chin towards it. “You hide in these books.”

“I learn from these books.”

“And what is it you learn, Elspeth? What is there to be found in words that are old as the dust that clings to them?” He wrinkled his nose, then turned and spat to the side, as if the dust was clogging his mouth.

“Don’t you ever wonder, Aedan, what came before? Don’t you ever wonder about the old gods and where they went?”

“I know what came before, Elspeth. War. One that killed everyone and everything.” He swept a hand over a crate and turned his palm up to show the dust that coated it. “There is your past, Elspeth. The crumbled bones of the dead. What use were your gods to them?”

She shook her head and gave a huff of frustration. Aedan didn’t understand about the old gods. But, for that matter, neither did she. There was so much she didn’t know, so much she still had to learn.

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