30 DAYS OF SHEP WHUMP DAY 18 - HOPE
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x_erikah_xPrompt #18: Hope
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Word Count: 416
Hope
By ErikaHK
"You are our last hope."
John had heard that phrase quite a few times in his life. Mostly since coming to Pegasus. Every now and again, they would be someone's last hope.
Last hope of defeating the wraith. Last hope of evacuating the sick. Last hope of having a plentiful harvest. Last hope of fixing the damaged technology that protected the people from cullings.
Today, they were these people's last hope of making peace with their God.
The team had come to warn about the Hive Ship making way towards their planet, culling world after world in its path.
At first the people hadn't believed. They were protected. The gods wouldn't allow it.
Until their trading partner had been culled. It had been a planet from a neighbouring system with only a handful of survivors which were now living among the Fronians. Both shared the same beliefs.
The first thing John had done after warning them and convincing that the threat was real, was offering help to evacuate people.
But then he had found out that the Fronians didn't have any kind of evacuating plan. No tunnels, no caves, no nothing. And no friends to receive them, since the only other world they traded with got culled by the same Hive.
John had offered them a place to go. A new home. They had denied. Leaving their planet apparently was against their most sacred law.
The same book of laws also offered the solution to problems like these. The council of elders had concluded that this was one of the situations the law should be applied.
So, once again, John heard the same sentence.
"You are our last hope."
John looked down at the young woman and frowned. Then, he tried sounding friendly.
"Then, free us." He looked up at the ropes tying him and his team to the pole. "We can help. We have weapons. We can fight the wraith."
"No." The woman looked down for a moment. "We have to be strong. It's the only way for us to be heard."
John heard Rodney's indignant huff. "The gods won't reward people that murder innocents," he said condescendingly.
"It's final," she said firmly. "The elders have spoken."
She stepped back and joined the rest of the crowd gathering around the central square. The amount of people had multiplied in the meantime it took for the council to explain the manner the team would be executed. Showtime was near.
"Any ideas?" he asked, hoping for escape.
The End
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x_erikah_x Word Count: 416
By ErikaHK
"You are our last hope."
John had heard that phrase quite a few times in his life. Mostly since coming to Pegasus. Every now and again, they would be someone's last hope.
Last hope of defeating the wraith. Last hope of evacuating the sick. Last hope of having a plentiful harvest. Last hope of fixing the damaged technology that protected the people from cullings.
Today, they were these people's last hope of making peace with their God.
The team had come to warn about the Hive Ship making way towards their planet, culling world after world in its path.
At first the people hadn't believed. They were protected. The gods wouldn't allow it.
Until their trading partner had been culled. It had been a planet from a neighbouring system with only a handful of survivors which were now living among the Fronians. Both shared the same beliefs.
The first thing John had done after warning them and convincing that the threat was real, was offering help to evacuate people.
But then he had found out that the Fronians didn't have any kind of evacuating plan. No tunnels, no caves, no nothing. And no friends to receive them, since the only other world they traded with got culled by the same Hive.
John had offered them a place to go. A new home. They had denied. Leaving their planet apparently was against their most sacred law.
The same book of laws also offered the solution to problems like these. The council of elders had concluded that this was one of the situations the law should be applied.
So, once again, John heard the same sentence.
"You are our last hope."
John looked down at the young woman and frowned. Then, he tried sounding friendly.
"Then, free us." He looked up at the ropes tying him and his team to the pole. "We can help. We have weapons. We can fight the wraith."
"No." The woman looked down for a moment. "We have to be strong. It's the only way for us to be heard."
John heard Rodney's indignant huff. "The gods won't reward people that murder innocents," he said condescendingly.
"It's final," she said firmly. "The elders have spoken."
She stepped back and joined the rest of the crowd gathering around the central square. The amount of people had multiplied in the meantime it took for the council to explain the manner the team would be executed. Showtime was near.
"Any ideas?" he asked, hoping for escape.
