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The Huythra Alliance Part One


A New Purpose

Title: The Huythra Alliance 

Chapter: A New Purpose

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer does not belong to me, sadly enough. If it did--well, let’s not go there. Stargate: SG-1 doesn’t belong to me, either. I don’t know whom it belongs to, but yay for them.

Spoilers: All seven seasons for Buffy. Through 2.02 “In the Line of Duty” for Stargate.

Author’s Note: Any and all words used by the people of Huythra are my own creation, as well as the Takas. Please don’t take them, as I worked very hard on this culture. You may reference it if you credit me. Also, I realize that this is not my best work. This chapter was really difficult, and I rewrote it at least three times. So don’t be too harsh, okay?

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Willow stared at the man in front of her, who had introduced himself as Whistler. She recognized the name from Buffy’s rants and prepared herself for a message from the Powers.

“So what’s the up, Whistler?” she asked casually. “What’s my mission?” 

“That’s the problem, actually,” Whistler informed her nervously. “You don’t have a mission.” 

“So why are you here?” Willow asked, now confused. 

“Well, see, you weren’t actually supposed to live this long,” he told her. 

“What?”

“Buffy was supposed to kill you when you tried to end the world. This was the PTB’s idea, by the way.”

“Excuse me?” Willow asked in a menacing tone.

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. But they didn’t count on you having so much power...enough power to actually end the world,” Whistler continued.

“So it was supposed to be a false threat.”

“Yep. And when they realized you could do it, they altered it so that Buffy could kill you. But Xander got there instead, while Buffy was stuck in a hole.”

“Oopsies,” Willow said sarcastically.

“Yeah, really. Anyways, so you were supposed to die that night at the High School. The Powers didn’t think you had enough power to actually activate all the slayers, so they thought you’d use up your magic trying and end up dead.”

“I’m sensing a recurring theme here.”

“Well, the point is that you don’t have a destiny anymore. You don’t have a purpose.”

“So? I’m sure there are lots of people who don’t have a purpose.”

“Actually, no. But that’s not the point. The point is you’re not allowed to exist without a purpose.”

“So you’re gonna kill me?”

“Hell no! Do you know what your friends would do to me if I did that?” Whistler shivered at the thought.

“I’ve got a pretty good idea,” Willow said smugly.

“So, we gave you a destiny somewhere else.”

“Somewhere else?”

“Yeah. Another dimension AND another planet. So, even if you end up back on Earth, you won’t be in trouble.”

“Great. Do I get to say goodbye to my friends?” Willow asked pitifully.

“‘Fraid not, kid. Look on the bright side, though—you’ll be a princess where we’re sending you.”

“Don’t I get any background info?”

“It’ll be there when you arrive. Bye.”

“Bye,” Willow said weakly.

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[[Woah,]] Willow thought when she opened her eyes. Instead of her ceiling—which she had been expecting, what with the thing where she was lying in a bed and all—she found that there was a stretch of gold and black silk above her. She sat up and found that the silk was the top of a canopy surrounding the bed. The hangings were closed, so she had no idea what anything outside of her bed looked like, but she hardly cared.

Willow had looked down to examine herself and found that her bed wasn’t the only thing that was different. Judging by her size, she couldn’t have been older than five. A quick look at the hair that was hanging in her face assured her that it was still red.

[[This has to be a dream,]] she groaned in her mind. She closed her eyes and tried to gather her thoughts. There had been that awful bus ride to LA, a day or two with Angel and crew, and then—a conversation with Whistler. She focused as she suddenly realized that there was something else in her mind. She was suddenly filled with a rush of information, and tried desperately to process it.

[[Okay, basics first. Name?]] She searched the information briefly. [[Still Willow. Willow, Second Princess of Huythra: Heir to the Taka of Aki’kidra. Youngest child of Kurasi, King of Huythra, and Kadria, Queen of Huythra. Only sister of Zatria, First Princess of Huythra: Heir to the Taka of Mak’rigda. Younger sister of Dakin, First Prince of Huythra: Heir to the Taka of Mika’da, Heir to the throne. Younger sister of Markik, Second Prince of Huythra: Heir to the Taka of Nagu’ri. Younger sister of Nak’dio, Third Prince of Huythra. Protégé of Laurel, current Taka of Aki’kidra.]]

The wealth of information paused, and Willow sighed. [[That’s a pretty impressive resume for a five-year-old. I have no idea what Taka, Aki’kidra, Mak’rigda, Mika’da, or Nagu’ri means, though.]]

Some time later, she had sorted through all the information. [[Taka is a title, like leader or master. Aki’kidra is magic and magical people. Mak’rigda is weapon crafting. Mika’da is battle and warriors. Nagu’ri is hunting and hunters. We have advanced technology in addition to magic, we have communicated with other planets, and we have enemies in the creatures called Goa’uld.]]

Willow collapsed backward onto her pillow. [[I really hope this is just a dream.]]

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Ten years later, Willow was well adjusted and quite happy in her new life, although a small part of her still wondered if it was a dream. Every morning for the past ten years, her mentor, Laurel, woke her. They would go over different spells and rituals for the first half of the day. The second half of the day was spent learning several different languages, which Willow had found she had a talent for. Dinner and the time leading up to bed were spent with her brothers, sister, and parents. She had come to love her family here.

Of course, she should’ve known that it was too good to last. Naturally, she was the first to encounter them.

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Willow was minding her own business, lighting candles in the temple, when the Chaapa’ai came to life in the next room. This was nothing new—they had had several successful negotiations with other planets fighting against the Goa’uld—but there were no arrivals scheduled for that month.

Hello?” she asked in the main language of Huythra. She cautiously proceeded to the Chaapa’ai room, holding her skirt up slightly to avoid stepping on it, as it had been a gift to her the day before. So she was hoping that there wouldn’t be any bloodshed.

“Uh, hi,” said the man who had stepped through the Chaapa’ai, approaching cautiously when she entered the room.

“Hello,” she responded, nodding slightly. Part of her was disturbed—those looked disturbingly like military-issue weapons from Earth. Not a good thing. “Why are you here? It is rude to arrive when you are not scheduled to do so.”

“We didn’t know where to sign up,” the older man amongst the four said sarcastically, relaxing slightly. “So we were hoping you took walk-ins.”

Willow sighed heavily and rubbed her forehead. She was muttering about her awful luck when she caught sight of the last two members of the team. One, a blonde woman with an intelligent air about her, was of no concern at the moment. The other one, though...

“Jaffa!” Willow hissed angrily, rounding on the older man, who was apparently the leader. “You dare bring a Jaffa into the sacred temple of the gods?”

“What’s wrong with that?” the leader asked defensively. “You have a problem with Jaffa?”

“Yes!” Willow exclaimed angrily. “Servant of the dirlabais!”

“The what?” the leader asked, looking clueless.

“The false gods! The Goa’uld.”

“No, no,” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “Teal’c is on our side now.”

Willow narrowed her eyes and examined the Jaffa. There was an infantile Goa’uld inside him, but the taint of the dirlabais was greatly diminished, as though he had not had contact with them for some time. She nodded decisively and relaxed.

“I sense that you have not been in the service of dirlabais in recent months, so I shall take you at your word. Your name is Teal’c?”

“Yes,” the Jaffa nodded.

“Oh! Right!” the first man that had spoken to her exclaimed suddenly. “I’m Dr. Daniel Jackson, this is Colonel Jack O’Neill, and that’s Captain Sam Carter.”

“You have entrusted me with your names, so I shall return that honor. I am Willow, Second Princess of Huythra: Heir to the Taka of Aki’kidra, the youngest daughter of Kurasi, King of Huythra, and Kadria, Queen of Huythra. You may call me Willow.”

“Ah, thank you,” Dr. Jackson said, looking fairly overwhelmed. “This is Huythra?”

“Yes. You are currently in the sacred temple of Nahild, the main city on Huythra. Why have you come?” Her tone was a bit friendlier this time, though still with a touch a suspicion.

“We’re from Earth. We’re looking for technology and allies against the Goa’uld,” O’Neill informed her.

“Very well. I shall take you to my father. I will warn you that he may not be pleased that you are here, especially with a Jaffa. The presence of a Jaffa will not endear you to the people, but you will not be harmed as long as you are in my company. So please stay close to me.”

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Jack had had a very odd day. It had started out normally enough—albeit very early—with a briefing at 0800. He had dutifully reported to duty, and sat through another briefing about P4X-929, which was supposedly rich in minerals of some sort. Therefore, SG-1 would be going through to check it out.

So he had suited up, gotten his orders, and gone through the gate. That was standard, everyday stuff. When they had arrived on P4X-929, it had gotten weird. There was a ramp leading down from the Stargate, and the room looked like it was visited fairly often. There was a voice from the next room, and he aimed his gun at the door, ready to defend himself against a Goa’uld.

He wasn’t counting on a teenager. She was wrapped in a black sari with intricate gold designs on it, but she didn’t look anything like an Indian. When Daniel greeted her, she responded in English, much to his relief.

Jack was incredibly surprised when she asked why they were there. Most of the people they had encountered so far thought they were gods. He was doubly surprised when she talked about being scheduled. Naturally, he had a sarcastic response. She rubbed her forehead, muttering darkly, and then looked around again.

After a brief argument over Teal’c, they had agreed to follow her to her father. That had been a big surprise—this little slip of a teenager was a princess on this planet. It was strangely convenient that she was the first person they met.

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Sam was studying Willow as they walked. She wore a gold chain headdress that branched out like a spider web from a point on the back of her head. There was a strange, layered necklace of some sort that contrasted greatly with her sari. She had bangles on her wrists and what looked like a handflower on her left hand. There was a double arc of red beads and purple chain on the back of her hand, and it was connected with more purple chain that went over her thumb, index finger, middle finger, and pinkie. The nails on both of her hands were long, painted black with a small gold symbol in the middle of each nail. Looking down, Sam saw that Willow’s toenails matched her fingernails, and she had an odd sort of footflower on each foot. An intricate pattern of silver chain, purple chain, and blue beads connected to a loop that went over her second toe.

Overall, the girl did look like a princess.

Sam shook herself out of her observation of Willow as they approached a large palace. There were guards on either side of the entrance, and they snapped to attention when Willow reached them.

Willow spoke to the two in a language unfamiliar to Sam, and the guards relaxed and opened the doors for them.

“Come,” Willow said to them. “My father will be waiting for you in the Dikande Aku.”

“The what?” Daniel asked.

Sam smiled slightly as Jack rolled his eyes.

“The...” Willow hesitated, obviously searching for a word. “Throne room, I suppose.”

“What language was that that you spoke to the guards?” he asked excitedly.

“That was Yunthoia, the main language spoken on Huythra. You will have to forgive me if I use incorrect words. I am not as fluent in Kathur as I am other languages.”

“Cat hooer?” Jack asked.

Kathur,” Willow corrected him. “I believe you call it English?”

“Oh,” Daniel interjected. “You speak multiple languages?”

“Of course,” Willow laughed. “I speak the language of the twenty seven closest allies we have, five languages that are based off of those languages, one language that is used in our ancient writings, and three languages that my mentor learned on Earth.”

“Wow,” Jack said. “That’s pretty impressive.”

“Not really,” Willow shrugged. “I have spent the last fifteen years learning languages. Everyone who lives in the palace is required to know at least nine of our allies’ languages. Most learn at least twenty. I simply am proficient at languages. My mentor said that I spoke the languages of Earth as though I already knew them.”

Daniel raised his eyebrows, and Willow blushed.

“However, I should not speak with such arrogance. I simply take great pleasure in the fact that my sister knew only twenty nine languages when she was my age.”

“You have siblings?” Daniel asked.

“Oh, yes,” Willow said. “It is required that there be at least four royal children—at least two boys and two girls.”

“Required?” Sam echoed.

“Yes. It is because—" Willow stopped when they reached a large set of double doors. The doors were easily twenty feet high, and they were made of intricately designed wood panels. “We have reached the Dikande Aku. Now you will speak with my father.”

The doors began to open when Willow waved her hand.

“For what it is worth,” Willow told them as they watched the doors swing inward. “I hope that he looks with favor upon your petition.”

Then she was simply gone.

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Daniel was, for lack of a better word, a bit of a nerd when it came to other cultures. Therefore, he paid close attention as they entered the room. It was made of stone, just like the rest of the palace, and very large. Two large, ornate thrones were at the front of the room, and there was a man in the throne on Daniel’s left, a woman on Daniel’s right, and several guards surrounding the thrones.

The woman on the right, who Daniel assumed was the queen, stood as they approached. She said something to the man on the left, and turned and walked through a door behind the thrones.

“Welcome,” the man said to them as they reached him, “to Huythra.”