Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out your hope for me
It’s been a long day, always ain’t that right
And no lord your hand won’t stop it
Just keep you trembling
It’s been a long day, always ain’t that right

Long Day
Matchbox 20

PROLOGUE

Two Months Ago

The wormhole opened and the four members of SG-1 stepped through to Planet Earth. They were all upset and shaken by what happened on the Mohun planet, Daniel was still crying inconsolably. He stumbled down to his office and took the photograph into his hands. “I love you, Kitty.” Daniel whispered to the picture. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry!” He hugged the cold glass frame close to his chest. “I promise I’ll never forget you.”

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t RIGHT. They just bought a new house she’d only been living in six days! Now she was gone. This must be the way Calla felt when Jack returned and told her that he was dead. Did her world crumble around her the way his was doing now? Did she feel like everything just…shattered? How did she get up and get on?

Nicholas and Colleen. Yes, they were the answer to that last question. They were how she got up and go on with moving forward. He would have to find the same strength and pull himself up and go forward for them. In the end, he imaged that’s what Calla would want him to do. But not now. Not just yet.

Sam and Jack gave him a few moments alone before walking into his office to take him home. They wanted to be there for him when he had to tell his children—not to mention his Father in-law—what happened to Calla. There was no need for Daniel to have to do that alone and he should have the love and support of his friends around him.

“Hey, Daniel.” Jack said softly as he walked through the door to find his friend not just hugging the photograph but stroking the back of the frame. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“There’s nothing you can do, nothing you can say.” Daniel cried. “Nothing will ever bring her back to me.”

“No it won’t.” Jack agreed quietly and put his arms around Daniel. “But we’re here anything we can do for you, anything, just name it.”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed and walked over to put her arms around both of them in a group hug. “Whatever. Whenever. You just let us know.” She assured. Samantha held on another second or two and then stepped back, Jack followed her.

“It just…it just doesn’t seem real.” Daniel choked out the words.

“It’s real. We all saw it.” Jack tried to make his words and his voice as light and easy as possible but since her death that’s about Daniel could say; it doesn’t seem real. It was an ugly thing but Daniel had to accept that his wife was gone.

Again.

Jack found himself wondering just cruel Fate could possibly get? Daniel lost his first wife whom he loved with all his heart. Like Calla, Sha’re died right in front of him. Sarah, a love lost long ago and them stumbled upon almost by accident had also been ripped away from him. Though she’d been returned from the Goa’uld and Osiris appeared gone from her, she was still up in the mental hospital trying to sort it all out. Then Daniel had gone chasing after Calla twice. Both times he won he got her and brought her home.

Not this time. How many times was Daniel Jackson going to go from the heights of absolute ecstasy to the pits of emptiness and despair in 0.5 seconds? Surely it couldn’t be anymore than this.

“You don’t understand,” Daniel mumbled and used the back of his hand to wipe his tears from his face. “I know you all think I’m in shock and I probably am.” He took off his glasses and cleaned them with the hem of his shirt. “But it’s like…like….” His voice trailed off while he searched the right words to explain what he was feeling. Suddenly his blue eyes brightened. “Like when David was still in my head. Or when he had her at that abandoned shit-sty.”

“Huh?” Jack asked.

Daniel put down the photograph and got up from his seat to slowly pace around the room while he thought. “Both times I knew it wasn’t real. I felt everything. Saw everything. I could even smell it.” His hands balled into fists in frustration. “I know you think I’m crazy, I know you believe what you saw but I don’t. My head thinks she’s dead, it keeps screaming at me that she’s gone.” With his index finger he pointed to his heart. “This won’t believe it.” He shook his head again. “It’s not real. She’s still out there.”

“Daniel,” Jack began.

“Just stop, Jack. I know what you’re gonna say.” Walking round and round his small office Daniel’s pace quickened with each step. “For all I really know you’re right. But that’s not how it feels to me.”

The words ‘you’ll get used to it’ came to Sam but she bit them back. It seemed like an awfully cruel thing to say. “She’s gone.” Is what she managed to vocalize. The thought no one wanted to think came from her lips. “Someone has to tell Ares.” Daniel paled before her eyes. “I’ll do it.”

“No, I’ll tell him.” Daniel countered. “He’s gonna wanna hear it from me anyway.”

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“Daddy! Daddy!” The twins cried out as they ran up to him throwing their little arms around his legs and giving Daniel a big hug. “We missed you.” They chimed.

“Missed you guys too.” Daniel said and picked them up. With dread in his heart he kissed each one.

“Where’s mommy?” Coley asked.

“Yeah,” Nicky said, “where’s momma?”

Ares walked into the mud room where his children had greeted Daniel. “Enya!” He bellowed as he took in the look on his son in-laws’ face. “Come and take the children.”

A moment later the small red haired consort to Lord Ares appeared in the front hall. Daniel took a step back. He had noted how much Enya looked like Calla before but now the resemblance was almost enough to knock him off his feet. Daniel wanted to say something to her and couldn’t.

“Come with me.” She told the kids. “I’ve got fresh cookies in the kitchen.” She looked up at Daniel and the other members of SG-1, their eyes told her the story that Ares didn’t want his grandchildren to hear just yet.

“Where’s mommy?” Colleen insisted and refused to leave her father’s side. “I want mommy.”

“I know you do, pumpkin.” Daniel squatted next to her. “I’ll tell you about it soon. Right now why don’t you go with Enya and get some of those cookies?”

“Me too!” Nicholas wailed. “Where’s momma?”

“You two!” Ares yelled. “Knock it off. Go. Now.” An angry thick finger pointed in the direction of the kitchen. “Don’t make Umpa mad.”

“Don’t you dare threaten my children.” Daniel challenged as he rose again.

“Go!” The twins walked off with the woman who looked so much like their mother. “What have you done now, Jackson?” Ares snarled. “Where… is….my…. daughter?” With the twins out of sight, Ares snatched out his large hand grabbed Daniel by the scruff of the shirt and hauled him off of his feet. “Where is she!?” He demanded.

“Put him down!” Jack ordered. “Right now.”

“Ares, please.” Sam interjected. “Daniel’s been through a lot…..”

“Have you?” Ares fumed as he stared through the blue eyed man. “Not as much as Callestah I see.” Using both hands now he yanked Daniel forward and then threw him back against the wall. “If I have to ask you again, Jackson rest assured pain will follow.”

“There was a terrible accident,” Daniel stuttered as he stared down at the God holding him by the throat.

“Accident?” Ares snarled. “Where’s my daughter?” Just so Daniel was sure that Ares would always keep his word and since he did have to ask again a small but incredibly painful jolt of something that felt like white lightning wracked Daniel’s body. “Where is Callestah???”

“She’s dead.” Jack growled. “Put him down!”

To Jack’s order Ares removed one huge hand from Daniel only to point it in Jacks’ direction. An unseen wave of energy came from his palm it threw Jack back ten feet against the wall behind him. “Shut up.” Ares hissed at Jack and then turned his attention back to Daniel. “I knew you would bring her nothing but misery! I told her you were fucking useless! She wouldn’t listen to me!” Ares cast Daniel’s body harshly to the floor. Upon his body collapsing to the floor, Ares swiftly planted a thickly heeled leather boot in his back. “Where’s her body?”

Feeling about as fucking useless as he ever had in his life Daniel crawled to his knees. “The accident….she was…she…ah…um” he stumbled and fumbled for the words. “She’s gone and there’s nothing left of her.” Daniel burst out into sobs. “I have nothing of her.” A stout boot at the end of a leg about the size of a redwood tree met the underside of Daniel’s chin. The flesh there split open and blood began to gush onto the hardwood floor.

“Ares don’t do this, it wasn’t Daniel’s fault.” Sam tried to explain in what she hoped was a soothing voice. “There wasn’t anything any of us could do. It just all happened so fast.”

“Hades!” Ares bellowed and yanked Daniel’s arm up behind his back. “Don’t you move or I swear I’ll break it.” He threatened in a cruel whisper. “Hades!”

Stepping out of something that looked like a black hole which had suddenly appeared in Daniel’s living room, Hades the God of the Underworld stood before them. “What do you want nephew?”

“Is Callestah with you?” Ares shouted.

“With me? Why would she be with me and what are you doing to him?” Hades pointed at the crying man on the floor at Ares’ feet.

“Tell him!” Ares demanded and applied more pressure to Daniel’s arm. A small cracking sound was heard by all in the room and the next sound they heard would not be a stress crack it would be the breaking of every single bone in Daniel Jackson’s body. “Now or I will show you the true meaning of a slow painful death.”

Through his tears and the agonizing pain in his arm Daniel told Ares and Hades everything there was to tell about the death of his wife.

“I see.” Hades said thoughtfully when Daniel was finished and then looked over at his nephew. “Would you please let him go now?” Ares growled. “You can torture him more, later, after I’m gone. For now, let him up.” Hades watched as Ares released Daniel. “Better. You know she wouldn’t want you doing that.” He chided. “Listen, she’s not with me. Until now I had no idea she was in any danger or trouble at all.” It was Hades turn to pace around the room a bit. “Then again I only have domain here on Earth,” he looked at Ares, “remember? If she died on another planet she would be with their deities.”

“Where?” Ares demanded but Daniel was silent and looked as though he were trying to comprehend the question. “Where the fuck did you take her?” He shouted through thin lips.

“Polotomy.” Daniel tried to explain further but a sharp blinding flash of agony crossed his face with Ares’ hand. Now his lip was as slip as his chin.

“Why in the name of ALL the Gods did you take her there?” Ares thundered.

“Yes, why?” Hades seconded the question.

“She told you about the Ambassador, the treaty….” Daniel mumbled wiping the blood away from his face.

“Polotomy,” Hades began, “is rich in Xeranium.”

“What?” Jack asked. “What the hell is that?”

“It’s a metal, sir.” Sam said. “I looked at some of the schematics for the ships the Mohun agreed to ship several hundred tons of the stuff to Earth for building the space ships.”

“Well, that’s very nice of them.” Ares sneered. “Then everyone of my kind on this planet can be powerless.” They were still staring at him with deep confusion in their eyes. Ares let out an angry sigh. “Let me put it in terms the likes of the three of you can understand.” Ares said condescendingly and held out his right hand as though there were something in it. “Superman.” The left hand unfolded. “Kryptonite.” He stooped to his knees to look Daniel in the eye. “The entire time she was there she was utterly powerless. Almost everything on that planet is made from Xeranium, the buildings, vehicles, ships; anything that contains metal contains Xeranium on Polotomy. This is why we never go there.”

“She didn’t say anything like that…..” A large wad of spit slamming into his face stopped Daniel from speaking.

“Well,” Ares said in a whisper, “she wouldn’t know, would she? Tell me Jackson, was she ill? Did she feel….strange….in anyway?”

All three of them thought about the ‘extra energy’ which seemed to flow from her to everyone around them while they were visiting the planet. That was going to be tough to explain to her Father. The three of them explained as best and delicately as they could about the sexual energy and aura that seemed to pervade her.

“And you never thought to ask why, did you Jackson? No, you just enjoyed it for as long as you could, didn’t you, Jackson?” Ares brought him up by his collar and slammed his head back to the hardwood floor. “Selfish little bastard, THAT was her power dissipating from her body and spreading out to all those around her.” His onyx eyes glared at Jack and Sam. “And you? Did you also enjoy it before she died?”

“Get up, Ares.” Hades demanded from behind him. “Now, nephew!”

“I’m going to kill him.” Ares returned. “And then them!”

“I’m sure you are but not in front of me and not until I can investigate this further.” Hades told him. Ares turned his head to look over his broad shoulder at his uncle. “If, when I return, I can prove what he says is true, I’ll help you skin him alive.” He sneered looking past Ares to the man on the floor just to be sure Daniel knew how serious he was and then looked back at his nephew. “But you will wait until then.” Hades disappeared from Daniel’s house.

“I’ll be back for you.” Ares threatened Daniel. “You can’t run far enough or fast enough to get away from me.” Finally Ares rose to his feet. “Enya! Grab the children we’re getting out of here.”

“Whoa! Ho, ho, ho. Just hold on buddy,” Jack interjected. “You’re not takin’ Daniel’s kids anywhere.”

“What are you doing to do about it?”

“I know where you live.” Jack warned in returned. “Don’t forget it.”

“Are you threatening me, boy?” Ares snarled and then something in him seemed to lighten but not altogether. “Nice to see someone around here has a set of balls.”

“Daddy!” Colleen cried out with concern as she took in the sight on her bloody father on the living room floor. “Umpa!” There was blood on his hands. The little girl threw herself over her father and held on tight. Nicholas came to them and stood between them and his grandfather. “Oh, Daddy.” She cried again.

“Think its time for you to go home, Umpa.” Nicholas said in a stern voice while his eyes stared cold fire at his grandfather.

“One day, little boy, you’re going to be a formidable opponent but not today.” Enya gracefully made her way to Ares’ side and took his hand. “I’ll be back, Jackson and you better be right here when I do. Don’t make me chase you boy or that slow painful event we were discussing earlier will become even more drawn out and more agonizing.” He smoldered. “You better pray to whatever god you worship that Hades can’t find her in their Underworld.” In a bright flash of orange light Ares and Enya were also gone from Daniel’s house.

“Daddy! Daddy! Are you all right?” Coley asked as she held onto him and smoothed her father’s hair down.

“Where’s momma?” Nicholas demanded in a cold voice.

“Nicky stop it! Can’t you see Daddy needs help?” Colleen had the same gift as her mother and before Daniel could stop her she was rubbing her little hands together and placing them on his wounded face. For a gruesome instant his split lip and chin appeared on her little China doll face and then they were gone from both of them. “It’s ok, Daddy.” She said in a shaky voice and clung to him again. “I know, mommy’s gone, it’s ok, Daddy. It’s ok.”

The soft sweet words from his small daughter brought on a fresh wave of tears and an unparalleled level of sorrow.

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Steffen Omar was only the middle-man in this little scheme and Calla, although she knew he was waiting for her, she did not lay eyes on Naganti Kanan until Daniel was safely off the planet. Perhaps that was because if she had Kanan was afraid she would see how weak he was and believe herself able to defy him. Believe Daniel strong enough to protect her and to defeat him.

Like an old man Naganti Kanan limped across the room to where she lay crying in front of the mirror. Deep lines creased his once handsome face and his once strong body appeared old and frail. “Look at me.” He demanded. Still crying and reeling from the deal she’d made to keep her husband safe, her emerald eyes cast themselves upward at his command. Naganti Kanan’s long thick black hair was still braided but now from the top of his head to the small of his back the course hair was gray. An ugly jagged scar ran ear to ear across his neck. Looking down upon her as though she were nothing more than a disgusting maggot he stripped off his clothes and stood naked before her.

On her hands and knees in front of him her eyes met with a gruesome sight. The big black cock he so loved to terrorize her with was flayed in two like some strange dead fish. His once long strong legs were mangled and bent Naganti Kanan was missing a few toes.

“You did this to me.” Kanan told her in plain English. “Now you will fix it.”

“Why? So you can torment me once again?” Calla asked as he neared her and tried to stay strong but the sight of him affected her more than she ever thought it would. Never had she seen him this feeble, all the years she’d spent with him Kanan had never been anything but stalwart. The thought that he could ever be anything less than that in no way occurred to her. Looking at him from the floor the word ‘pitiful’ came to mind but she dared not utter it.

“Does the sight of me please you?” His legs gave out creaking and popping sounds as he squatted next to her. “Do you rejoice in my suffering, Cha’Dech?”

“Co,” she whispered through shaking lips. To her Naganti Kanan had never been anything more than a wicked and cruel man but to his people he was a good leader and he was much adored by them. Once he had been regal and strong but now he was reduced to limping along on weak legs and trying to remember what it felt like to join with a woman. With the image of her former husband still fresh in her mind, still dancing behind her eyes, Kanan told her how Eros and his Gesh’Tah soldiers came to Tiberia shortly after her departure and wiped out the entire Shankuk tribe. Naganti Kanan very quietly told her of the cruelty he’d suffered at Eros’ hands not just his own body and mind but how he’d been forced to watch while his people were slaughtered without mercy.

“And so you see, Cha’Dech,” Naganti Kanan eased his ailing naked body back to a standing position, “I need you.”

Calla’s mouth dropped open at his words. In all the years she’d spent in his kingdom and his bed she could recall a single instance where he declared he had a ‘need’ for her. Want, yes. Love, never. As far as she knew Naganti Kanan’s only needs were only those of air, food, water and shelter. Calla never gave any thought to him needing her for anything other than to use as punching bag and to gratify him. However, Calla would not come to him so easily. With Daniel gone she had nothing left to lose, protect or care about. “I won’t help you.”

“Ah, defiant as always.” He quipped. “I see little has changed.” Kanan dressed himself. “We’ll see how much you remember.” Grabbing a handful of auburn hair he pulled her toward the door and a room he’d prepared just for her arrival.

With Daniel and four years between her and Naganti Kanan, Calla thought she was strong, thought that when she made her deal with the devil that she knew what she was getting into and that, some how, she would get through it.

Calla was wrong.

Time is a tricky thing. It can make the mind and body forget important things such as the crack of a whip and the sting of it as it split flesh in two. Time can make one forget the harsh blow of a hard fist. Forget the anguish of having the tendons at the bottom of ones feet cut open so they can no longer walk or run away. Make one forget the torment and humiliation of having a cold blade slice through the tender sensitive flesh of a woman’s inner body.

Time can make one forget all of that for many years or a lifetime. It only took a few hours for Naganti Kanan to remind her of what she really was and he did it with a cold smile. In his specially prepared room Naganti Kanan had her strung up naked. Her wrists bound in chains hanging from the ceiling, her arms stretched out as wide as they could possibly go, her feet, also in chains, dangled mere inches from the ground so that all of her (not very considerable) weight hung from the delicate bones in her wrists. In long slow deliberate strides he paced around her bullwhip in hand. “Does it look familiar, Cha’Dech?” He asked but she only stared at him. She knew all right she just wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of answering him at the moment. “I had it reconstructed just for your return.”

She didn’t have to look around to know that this was an exact replica of the small room off of Kanan’s chamber back in his Keep. The one he took her too when he needed to relieve those extra special tensions and was in the mood to do some serious damage. Yes, the torches burned there just as they did here and the chains were just as heavy and cold. Omar stood off in the far corner in front of her and she’d seen three guards when Kanan brought her in. That was all right, at the moment, Calla couldn’t conceive of anything hurting more than watching Daniel leave. Strung wide and helpless in the chains Calla just stared back at him.

The large man stopped pacing at the sound of her voice and turned to look at her. “I know what you’re thinking.” He said in a low droning voice. The index finger of his right hand poked her hard in the chest. “It hurts here, so much.” He cooed in false sympathy. “I never did give a damn about your heart, Cha’Dech.” Gray braids bounced on the sides of his head as he shook it side to side. “So brazen. I see your Daniel has been too good to you. Is it possible you no longer know your place?”

“I know where it is.” Calla stared him through and through. One way or the other this was going to happen and she was inclined to get it over with. “It’s at Daniel’s side.” Calla goaded Kanan.

“Always the disobedient little bitch!” The bullwhip cracked across her lower back. “For that I will restore your marks.” The whip cracked again it lashed at the flesh of her back and opened it. In the harsh grasp of the cold steel chains Calla’s small body jumped and writhed, her eyes closed tightly yet she refused to give him the satisfaction of crying out. That did not please Naganti Kanan. Again the whip came down. “To whom do you belong?” He thundered. “Who is your Master?”

“I….have…no…Master.” She managed.

Kanan rushed up from behind her grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her head back. “Don’t tempt me, Cha’Dech. I know where he is and your children too.” Roughly he pushed her away from him.

The chains had a little give to them, Calla swung back and forth on them while the whip lashed across her back.

SW-Wack!

“Who is your Master?” Kanan growled lowly.

Hot sticky blood oozed from the fresh wounds and ran down her back; it dropped to the floor in small pools below her.

“Daniel.” She answered.

SW-WACK! SW-WACK!

“There is no Daniel!” Kanan roared and let the whip and his rage fly. “No Daniel!”

SW-Wack! “You….” Sw-ack! “..have…” sw-ack! “…no….” ssw-wack!

“Naganti Kanan!” Finally Calla broke. “Say’tek! Say’tek! Naganti Kanan!” (Mercy! Mercy! Master Kanan). "Mazhena, Naganti Kanan. Nache. Nache." (Forgive me, Master Kanan. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.) Her entire backside was on fire and dripping blood. She had forgotten what this felt like but she remembered now and she would never forget again.

“You don’t know the meaning of sorry yet.” Standing behind her and taking in the fresh whip marks he had restored to her alabaster skin, Kanan felt very pleased with himself. “I will show you.” With the whip still in his dark hand Kanan eased his way around her and stood where she could see him. “You have cost me everything.” He hissed. “My kingdom, my people and even the ability to join with a woman are all lost to me. You will not get off so lightly.” His thick black hand ceased her jaw. The chains between the floor and ceiling held her captive with her small legs spread wide. Naganti Kanan moved in close, keeping one hand clamped to the sides of her face while the other slid between her legs. His long finger entered and then moved around inside of her. “Yes, he’s been far too good to you.” He said very displeased. “I will remedy that.”

“Co!” Calla screamed and fought to escape the chains. It was useless but still she tried with valiant effort to free herself.

The hand at her jaw applied a massive amount of pressure and she felt that surely he would break it. The hand between her legs moved away, Kanan brought it to his face and breathed in the scent of her. His eyes lit up as sucked the juice from his finger tip. “Nassana, Cha’Dech,” he warned while a few of his guards looked on. “Gin yana firo es’ta.” (Careful whore, I can still command them to fuck you.)

“Say’tek! Say’tek! Naganti Kanan! Mazhena, Naganti Kanan. Nache. Nache."

“Say’tek? Mazhena? Cohenza!” (Mercy? Forgiveness? Never.) “Do you remember or have you forgotten? Hum?” He straightened her face to look at him. Breaking her down was so sweet, he’d waited a long time to do this to her and Kanan was not disappointed. Right before his eyes Calla was crumbling and he wasn’t half finished with her. “It was an eventful night, was it not, Cha’Dech?” Calla’s raw body trembled, she shook her head and tried to look away from him but Kanan and the chains held her firm. “How many did you take? Twenty-five of my guard, one, two and three at a time. All night long.” He seemed to become lost in the vile memory. “I held your hand.” He remarked in a voice that resembled kind. “And they did…” his eyes closed and he sucked air over his teeth, “marvelous things to you.”

Yes, she remembered and she didn’t need him to remind her of her that awful night or the ones like it which came before and after. That night was the worst of them. Naganti Kanan accused her of stealing a ring from him; Calla searched his chamber top to bottom looking for it because NO ONE steals from the Master. Try as she did, she couldn’t find the damn ring. Kanan was so certain she took it fro him and that she was just being defiant. As punishment for her wickedness he invited the entire Royal Guard into his chamber and let them do whatever they wanted with her for the whole night. He watched and smiled and laughed at her pain, he encouraged the guards and gave them instructions while she cried and screamed and tried in vain to get away. Hanging helplessly from the chains she shook and began to weep as the memory grabbed hold of her and would not let go. Those nights were a far cry from those she spent with Daniel.

In front of her Naganti Kanan held out his hand and one of the guards placed in it a small but very sharp knife. “Let’s see what else you recollect, shall we?” Knees popping and creaking as he knelt to the floor below her, Kanan took one small foot into his hand.

“Co!” Calla cried out and fought against the chains. “I will stay with you, Master Kanan; please you don’t have to do this!”

Naganti Kanan smiled wide as he looked up at her bleeding back and sliced open the tender skin at the bottom with the cold steel blade. Long deep gouges oozed for deep red blood.

“I will be good, I promise.” The fight was rapidly draining out of her. “I’ll be good.” She whispered. Her pleas and her cries didn’t stop the blade from cutting through the tendon and muscle on the sole of her foot.

Her body blazed agony and her mind begged to be shut off, to detach from all that was going on and believe itself in a warm safe place. Naganti Kanan was almost done but not quite yet. The agony her body suffered through to this point was nothing but a mere warm up to what was coming.

Naganti Kanan, ruthlessly cold smile on his face, parted her legs as far as he could and slid the knife inside her.

Calla didn’t remember the remainder of her first night back with Naganti Kanan, no shortly after he put the blade inside her and made his first cut, Calla found the mercy she’d sought earlier and passed out. When she woke the Chains of Hephaestus--a man who for all intents and purposes had been her step-father--were clamped around her neck and at her wrists. Hephaestus forged these chains to hold Ares centuries ago and in them she was utterly bound and completely powerless no matter where Kanan took her. It was obvious he was taking her somewhere that he had something special in mind because when she woke not only did she bare the chains but they were on a space ship with the Mohun planet far behind them.

End of Prologue
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