HOPE

Yeah, It's a little story I did in class. Hope you guys like the short piece. Might not make much sense, but then, it is thirty degrees over here. The sun is shining down, and my brain feels fried without ice cream.

Here we go;

The sun barely peeked over the clouds anymore, the grass had long ago withered and died. And the lush trees which once covered the countryside, had become mere skeletons of what they were before. Spent bullets covered the floor in mounds of gold and silver, and the air, once clean and crisp was now toxic and black.

The final battle had once reigned here.

Thousands of people, Earthlings, Jaffa, Tollan, and Tok'ra had died here, in a battle that lasted months.

The city, which once stood proud in it's place was now just charred remains.

Tul'ac was now, no more.

But hope, which should have filled the land when the battle had ended was absent, for when this battle was won, more were to be fought. The Gou'ald were now gone, but the replicators remained, and many battles were left to be fought. Perhaps they would never end.

But time healed all wounds, people would re-populate, Jaffa would continue living, and one day, one day there was hope, that enemies could be defeated, and the worlds would be free.

It was hope.

And it lived in the people who battled, who fought.

It lived in the people who were innocent.

It lived in the form of SG-1.