Notes: Boy, is this old, and really not very good. I had totally forgotten about it, until I roamed through the Area 52 archive. It was written after I read an Egyptian legend about the war between Apophis and Ra. I'm putting it up, because I would like to have some content on this page.

"Sit and rest, and I shall tell you of long ago. Before the Jaffa's birth. Before the settlement of Abydos. Before the greatest glory of the Gou'ald Empire. Before my people served, there was the war between Ra and Apophsis. It began as all wars do. It grew slowly from the lust for power on the part of Ra. Slowly, very slowly, he drew away that which Apophsis held. Entire systems slipped from his grasp while Apophsis helped expand the reach of the System Lords. Ra could do this, because he was the Lord above all others. None could, or would, gainsay his desires.

For years, Apophis nurtured his rage at Ra's banditry Many fine worlds had slipped through his grasp into Ra's hands. He fed his anger on jealousy and desire. He spoke poison into the ears of other Gou'ald who had seen their prizes slip into the hands of Ra. Slowly, the rumblings grew until the need to contain them disappeared, and open war flashed across the Systems.

When the first blow was struck, it was upon the world of Heliopolis. The move was bold, and very foolhardy, for this was the very capital of Ra. With twenty other rebels, Apophis attacked.

Ra had been caught unaware, and had no allies with him. In his pride, he believed that no one would challenge his thievery. He defended himself behind a barricade. Cursing the rebels, he prepared his stand and awaited the coming of his fate.

Alone, Apophis leapt the barricades that separated him from Ra; for the other Rebels had left off the struggle. Instead of war, their attention had fell toward looting. Each searched for stolen treasures among Heliopolis. None of the other rebels was nearby to witness the final victory.

The fight raged through Ra's chambers, and the destruction of the treasures of a hundred civilizations is a sorrow that cries out until this day. Apophis saw his triumph written in Ra's blood, and raised his spear-staff for the final blow.

But, before he could strike it, Hathor appeared and deflected his thrust, and with her came Atum, Bastet and Nun. They were loyal to Ra, and the order he embodied. While the females healed the wounded Lord, Atum continued the fight in Ra's name.

Apophis could not win this struggle for Atum was fresh, and unwounded. It was brief, and the conclusion forgone before it's joining. Apophis was the loser, and with him fell the other rebels. All, except Apophis, were taken to the Red Mountain in the West. There their blood still stains the rocks red and rust, and their screams still echo down the canyons.

As their leader, Apophis was condemned to life eternal within a sarcophagus. There he stayed, ever aware. Ever awake, until the next war."

"That's remarkably similar to the Egyptian legend. It's amazing how close the oral histories are. I suppose, Hathor was the one who woke him."

"You suppose correctly, Daniel. Now rest. It is late, and we have a mission tomorrow."

"I have more questions..."

"You always have more questions that I cannot answer. I only know the words of the story. Nothing more has survived. Now stay within the bed, or I shall, as Colonel-O'Neill says, sit on you."

"It sounds so much more interesting when you say it"



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