Chari Skale

Chapter 12: More to Know

Welcome back, dear reader. It's a delight to reconnect with you. My apologies for the delay in delivering this latest chapter; life, with its myriad responsibilities, often calls us away. Among these duties is my commitment to impart to you the lore of the Ancient Jedi Knights.

You seem perplexed, reader. Why share tales of the Jedi? Ah, I see the misconception. You've been led to believe that the Jedi Knights are mere figments of George Lucas's imagination. If only you knew that every dream and fable serves as a portal to another realm, you wouldn't have harbored such doubts.

Indeed, there exists a galaxy, distant and mystical, where Jedi Knights uphold justice. Within the clandestine confines of the Air Force's Stargate Command operates an elite unit known as SG1. Unbeknownst to many, Sam Carter has been the anointed Empress of the Jedi Knights from her very inception. The stories I've woven are not mere fiction; they are fragments of my own reality. Alas, what has become of education in our times?

The fact that a narrative springs from one's dreams does not strip it of truth. After witnessing the interdimensional voyages of our Jedi Knights across the years, I had hoped you'd grasp this concept. This is why I've penned this, the tenth chronicle of the ancient Jedi Order. There remains much to be disclosed, which is why I urge you to peruse my previous works. If you haven't already, I implore you to begin with 'Sam Carter' and proceed from there.

In your journey through these tales, you may encounter moments that leave threads untied. Fear not, for these will weave into a coherent tapestry in due time. This second narrative strand aims to interlace all that you've absorbed thus far, yet be prepared for more enigmas to emerge. Such is the nature of life; we cannot grasp all knowledge at once. Our only recourse is to persevere, and in due course, enlightenment will follow.

Now, where did we last leave our narrative thread? Ah, yes—Sam was confiding in her husband, wrestling with the notion that her daughter Chari might succumb to the same malevolence that has plagued her and the Jedi Knights.

Put yourself in Sam Carter's shoes. What would your thoughts be? It's not as straightforward as you might assume. I, too, have entertained the thoughts that now dance in your mind. The notion that one's offspring could embody evil is unfathomable, yet it leaves a void within. If I stood in her place, facing two potential futures for my child, I would undoubtedly echo Sam's introspection—how might I better shape destiny?

With these reflections, can you empathize with Sam Carter's plight? Allow me to carry on with our story...

After the next few days, Sam was sitting on her throne contemplating what to do next. She realized that Jack was right; their daughter would not hate her like this evil Chari. "How did this one get so evil? If I could figure that out, I might end this feud."

Teal'c appeared.

Sam stood up and smiled at him and said, "It's great to see you. Please follow me. I know a great secluded spot for us to talk."

He smiled and said, "I bet it will be in that meadow of yours."

She smiled back and replied, "Yes, it is. It's very private. I am sure, what you will tell me will need it — yes?"

"How secretive, on what I will tell you — will be up to you. All I was told was to wait until this time to give you the information that they gave me."

The two of them walked outside. It was not long until they came to a corral full of struthiomimuses. The person in charge of the corral smiled at them and presented two rides. Both Sam and Teal'c got on board.

Before they took off, Sam smiled, "Thank you, Samantha."

"No problem, Your Majesty. If I may, should you be going out alone?"