Chap 8: Teyla

She fell. It wasn’t that she tripped, or even that she fainted. She fell, her legs crumbling beneath her.

It wasn’t the first time she had witnessed a culling, nor was it the first time she had seen a friend fed upon, but, for Teyla, this was truly a first. The Wraith had invaded the city of the Ancestors. Her friends, the people she had grown to love as she loved her own people, were being fed upon, their dry carcasses raining down the balconies of their adopted home, sliding down the stairs, and piling in the doorways.

So many. So many had called this place home. She never realized how many there were, how many she knew by name, had shared lunch with, had laughed with. And when Rodney screamed, her legs gave out.

As she sat there, the water creeping up her leg as the tide rose, she watched though the eyes of the Queen as Rodney withered.

And there was nothing she could do. Ronan was gone, John, Dr. Weir, Carson, the list went on. All that was left was the injured Airman behind her, Lt. Lazarus, a single cloaked jumper that was out of drones, and the red-tinted water of the mainland.

AN: I know it’s short, but I had to start somewhere. : )