Accidental Destiny
By
Denise

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My life is useless, I know that now. I have waited for so very long, waited for him to come. Each night as I go to sleep I would pray for him to come, each morning I would wake disappointed.

I have prayed and prayed for my destiny to come, begged my gods, and my pleas have remained unanswered.

My father is dying. It is as if he is linked to this planet that he fought so hard to liberate so long ago. As the Naquadah diminishes, so does his life force. Each day he spends more and more time in the golden box. I know one day it will open and he will not emerge. I will look into that magical box and touch his cold still face, just as I did my mother so long ago.

Then I will be alone. I do not want to be alone. Without Pyrus the God Slayer to lead them, my people will leave me. I know that. I am not their leader; I am my father's daughter.

I am afraid to be alone. Father has been alone for so long now and I have seen how it has changed him, made him cold and bitter, a mere shell of the man I remember.

I cannot stand the thought of becoming like him.

Long ago mother once told me that I was destined to find a mate, that it was written in the stars. If it is so written, why has he not come?

Have I committed a wrong? Am I not worthy?

I must have displeased the fates, that is why they are testing me. They must know that I doubt them. I must prove to them that I am worthy. Perhaps then they will send my destiny to me. But how, how can I prove my devotion and trust?

Are the offerings that I over see not enough? Is my blind obedience to my father not sufficient?

Apparently not. As I watch the naquadah disappear I have a revelation. I shall put my life and my future into their hands. Completely, totally, irrevocably. Then they shall know that I am worthy.

I slip away from the priests, not the jaffa though. I can never escape them. But they will give me my privacy, that I know. And by the time they realize my intentions it will be too late. Just as it was before.

I stand at the edge of the cliff, the very same cliff my mother and I stood at as she told me of my destiny. The same place she tested the fates. My shoe kicks a small pebble over the edge and I watch as it falls, bouncing and skittering to the bottom.

It is so far down. I wonder if it will hurt if I fall? Did it hurt when she fell? Or perhaps the arms of fate will lift me up and preserve my life, like it did not her. Am I more worthy than she was?

I do not know, but fate does. And I will know soon.

I stretch out my arms and feel my eyes close. Take me to my destiny I beg, take me to my fate.

I can feel something reaching out for me, pulling me forward. I am no longer the king's daughter, I am merely Shyla. Take me to my fate, I implore, take me.

I feel myself fall forward. Suddenly there is a force pulling me back. We tumble roughly to the ground and I cannot contain a very undignified scream. Who dares violate my privacy? Who dares to lay hands upon me?

I open my eyes to see the earnest face of a stranger, his sky colored eyes boring into me with honest intensity. I am worthy. The fates saved me, my destiny saved me. I will not be condemned to be alone in the cold halls of the palace, I have been set free. He is my freedom, my destiny, my fate.

And I will not lose him.

~Fin~

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