Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate.

Jaffa

From the time I was young, the word Jaffa was synonymous with fear. They were the "hired guns", as Cameron would say, of the Goa'uld. Whenever the gods had a particularly messy job they didn't wish to soil their hosts hands with, the Jaffa were called into action. Mother had always warned me to steer clear of them, that they could be very dangerous. For once, I actually listened.

Every year our village celebrated a day of thanks where all of the families were to bestow a gift on the goddess Qetesh in gratitude for all she'd done for us. On that day of my ninth year, we have very little to give. The only thing my mother owned that was of any value was a beautiful ring with a green jewel inside given to her by Father when they wed. She was saving it to sell for food and clothes. When the Jaffa came to the house seeking our gift, Mother told them she had nothing. She had locked me in an underground hatch so the Jaffa could not get to me and take me as the gift. I watched through the small slit as they dragged her away. That was the last time I saw Mother. Another team of Jaffa came and ransacked our hovel until they found the ring. I stayed under the floor until a village elder came to let me out. He informed me that my mother was dead and that I'd have to stay with his family until Jacek returned to collect me. That was my first experience with the Jaffa, but certainly not the last.

The End