Chapter Eighteen

Sengul

As soon as Vedic D’Sila returned to her home world she took a meeting with one of the few visitors who had ventured through the Stargate to seek out the otherwise meek and humble Sengali population. What other choice did she have now that Daniel King of Altair Ain had refused to uphold his end of their treaty?  “I hesitate to barter with you.” The Vedic said solemnly as she kept her cold eyes fixed on his which were filled with madness.

From behind a thick cowl the man gave forth his inquiry. “Has our previous information misled you, Vedic?  Were we not correct in regard to Nicholas Jackson?”

“No,” the Vedic agreed.  While she didn’t like the man who called himself Grigori Rasputin and she trusted him even less her back was to the wall.

“If you but give me the Book of Shadows I will concoct the Elixir of Life for you.”

This the Vedic wanted more than anything. They would wake King Arthur and when they did, Nibor would have no choice but to step down and allow him to take his rightful place as King of this planet and its people. The doddering old fool, D’Sila had no idea how the woman came to sit on the throne so long but it was past time she was usurped and she intended to be the one to do it.  D’Sila and Arthur would return luster and grandeur to Sengul where all Nibor had been able to offer was dull and doddering.  Unfortunately for D’Sila she intended to be pregnant with Ares’ child when Arthur took her for his wife—which, of course would be soon after his waking she was sure—he would believe the child his and that she still held a chance at.  Ares’ little sample had been extracted from the girl’s anal cavity and placed in a frozen state and, at the right time after Arthur’s awakening D’Sila would be inseminated with it.  Arthur would never know and she would bear many children after that.

Being the leader of the religious sect D’Sila was most upset when Ares destroyed the contents of the cup. She knew all too well the true origins of the Sengal people and had been instrumental in keeping them hidden from the population.  D’Sila had intended to use the precious contents of that cup by combining it with the ova they’d stolen from Queen Calla during her stay and to inseminate the daughter’s of noblemen with full-blooded Olympians once she was in place as Queen.   Some of her ova would be mixed with Nicholas’ contributions and others with Daniel’s but they were lesser men, lesser Olympians with Nicholas being a half-breed and Daniel not to the manor born but later in life embraced.

A larger portion of that inbred concoction of Father and Daughter would have been secretly given out to those women who could trace their lineage back to Artuir Sera and most of them were in the general population of this planet. They would never the power of the children they carried or their true identities but through them they would gain strength and their little population problem would begin to reverse itself.  No one ever had to be any the wiser.  They never had to know they descended from Ares a savage God of War and not from the noble line of Arthur Pendragon. Others would be secretly inseminated only with the gifts of Nicholas and Daniel and they still would be as those samples were still intact.

One thing after another had stood in her way. Ambassador A’lena had been Nibor’s closest advisor and even considered a friend by the Sovereign but A’lena didn’t have enough chutzpah for D’Sila’s taste, she was too diplomatic and slow.  At the same time it became apparent that the citizenry was beginning to lack in the soul-saving department as they lost sight of their beginnings and moved toward acclimating themselves to a brave new world where the Stargate ruled.  A’lena would have allowed all sorts of riff-raff to come through that blasted thing and pollute the population with their cultures and their ideas.

It took several years but D’Sila was nothing if not patient and methodical.  In kiva she began to preach about the hazards of the Stargate and to use David Jackson as a prime example of the types of beings out there waiting to take advantage of a good-hearted people such as themselves.  She quoted from old scriptures and reminded them of Artuir Sera and the Great Mother, how they had loved this world and what they had taught them.  They must hold to their faith and their independence to hold onto their heritage and their birthrights. This meant keeping outsiders outside.  A’lena continually took the opposite view and spoke with just as much passion and eloquence that D’Sila did. The Ambassador said that while D’Sila was right and they should meet newcomers with a bit of skepticism they should use the new tool the Gods had given them—that pissed off D’Sila to think that the Gods had given them such a wicked doorway to the universe where anything might come through at any moment—and welcome newcomers for Sengul had much to teach and much to learn from such an exchange. These were not things to be feared.

The two women argued so well and so long eventually the Council was split directly down the middle and everything came to a standstill.  It was at that point D’Sila began gaining more and more of Nibor’s confidence and her ear.  Sovereign Nibor was not the most regal or intelligent Sovereign to ever sit upon the throne in fact her reign was filled with the most mediocre of mediocrity.  It didn’t take long for D’Sila to realize that was because the woman couldn’t think for herself, she couldn’t make even the simplest decision without asking someone else’s opinion.  D’Sila didn’t hesitate to offer hers every chance she got.

Still A’lena stood in her way and would not move.  Like the Council Nibor became hopelessly stuck between them and their opposing opinions.  That would continue until one night Ambassador A’lena would suffer a severe stroke in her sleep. She would be found dead the next morning. Two weeks later the Sengul Council was disbanded, the Stargate shut down and D’Sila had a place at Nibor’s side in the Sovereign’s throne room.

Before the Stargate could be closed down this strange little man with the overly wide and very insane eyes appeared offering his assistance with all of D’Sila’s problems. It was as though he were an offering from the Great Mother herself.  For what stood in D’Sila’s way now was the fact that none of the Sengal people possessed a single ounce of magickal ability. This was why Morgan Le Fey was required.  But perhaps all was not lost not since Grigori Rasputin had come to take her place.  Now without him none of her plans would come to fruition.  Standing here with him now she could feel the madness running wild inside of him and wondered what his ulterior motive was for surely he had one. All he’d asked for was to look at the Book of Shadows and in return he’d given them more information on Earth and most particularly the Jackson family than she could have ever dreamed of having before.  “Agreed.” D’Sila said. When Rasputin crossed the empty room with its large arched windows and held out his skeletal hand she hesitated in taking it for a moment. When she did let his hand embrace hers it was cold and pale like the hand of a corpse.

End of Chapter Eighteen of
Golden Years
by Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
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