Teyla washed her long blond hair in the sink and reflected on the changes the last month had wrought. The old ruins of an ancient city had been unearthed from the frost in northern Canada. The language on the stone tablets told a strange history. A people had risen from the blood tears of a fallen angel forced to be the bride of the demon lord of ice and snow. When she failed to return to her celestial home as punishment she was locked beneath the earth in a land where her husband would not find her. He died of heartbreak cursing the land to 9 months of winter and she was free of her enslavement to him yet died in childbirth giving birth to her child. The child slept imprisoned in the earth the reigning snow queen should she ever be allowed to rise.
So Teyla looked at the stone tablets sitting on her table and wondered at the strange tale as told by the Northern Wind people. How they had worshipped at the altars of the Snow Warriors sacrificing both animal and people in their blood-filled worship. Teyla was particularly interested in the stories of the sacrifices and how they kept the Snow Warriors at bay in the dead of winter and the terror of when the white Europeans stopped the sacrifices. The ancient Northern Wind people had warned their new neighbors about the Snow Warriors and their lust for blood.
Teyla laughed and thought how primitive the Northern Wind people were compared to the Europeans and drank a bit of wine before going to bed. In her dreams the stone tablets sat on the table and she could hear murmurs of voices and a woman's voice trying to warn her of something. There in the room was a wise woman with black hair and feathers in her hair her buckskin intricately beaded. She was desperately trying to tell Teyla something but Teyla didn't understand her and before she could understand her a giant wind came from the doorway and blew her out of the window.
The next day Teyla pulled a tight blue blouse over her straining C cup breasts and decided that she would skip wearing her tight uncomfortable bra and opted to wear her thong panties under her tight blue jeans. The dig was going well and they were going to open a large stone mound and possibly the ceremonial altar could be in the mound.
The sky was clear and deceptively the sun shown on the site of the dig. Most of the workers were local and the foreman kept telling her they were uneasy. Teyla had told Andrew Matthews to button his lip and keep the workers working that culture was one thing but stupidity something else. That any more delay and she'd dock his pay. The sun was a bleary yellow orb in the noon sky when the wind picked up and howled a giant polar vortex was supposed to arrive by tonight. None of the workers were willing to stay if it began to snow at night. The large stone door before the altar in the ceremonial room had several seals and the workers who were local to the area couldn't read the inscriptions but for a few of the men. Twenty five men worked the dig and most of them were descendants of the Northern Wind people. The foreman wasn't but when fat old Akkerson looked at the seal with his red swollen eyes and went pale Teyla ordered the foreman to break the seal to the door.
Akkerson looked at the foreman and told the others that the door was sealed to the sacred altar. That the price for entrance was one soul and that he wasn't entering. The ensuing argument went on for thirty minutes and then the foreman fired Akkerson on the spot. Akkerson punched the foreman and a fight broke out between the two men. In the meantime the polar vortex moved in and with the doorway open for the first time in three hundred years when the snow hit a small obscure stone the seal to the sacred altar opened.
A black portal seven feet high stood behind a table sized thick bloody stone altar and a large fire pit stood in the middle of the room. The walls were filled with inscriptions and images of the Snow Warriors. The black portal looked like water rippling in the portal strangely held up vertically. A blast of cold blew from the portal and then it's waters began to ripple like waves in a pond. The foreman had turned and ran when the portal began to ripple and there stepping out of the portal stood a man. His hair was white and silver and his eyes a blood red. Opening his mouth he roared and the room filled with ice that came seemingly from his hands. Teyla shivered and her nipples puckered into hard nubs from the cold. The twenty local workers stared at the Snow Warrior in front of them.
The Snow Warrior spoke oddly enough in English " I am Dkarn I have risen summoned by the snow and Northern Wind people to rend destruction on the lands I rule should you not appease me. All will suffer and die should I not have a suitable sacrifice gifted to me. I will grant all of you but the sacrifice life and none of you shall have thine eyes removed or your blood drained dry by me if you are here to give my due to me. So now chose Northern Wind people."
The workers shivered as they remembered the old stories of the Snow Warriors removing eyes and draining people dry of blood. All turned pale and looked at each other frozen in place by fear they had to provide a sacrifice.
Old Akkerson spoke softly to the others in the language of the Northern Wind people and said "Brothers it wasn't I or you who wanted to disturb the Snow Warrior from his rest. The foreman has fled but the archaeologist remains and we would not lose to sacrifice her to him. Maybe he will be pleased and we won't all die."
The workers murmured in agreement and then grabbed Teyla by her arms. They stripped her naked except for the thin thong panty and forced her ankles into the iron shackles on the cold stone altar and her arms up above her head to the cuffs that bound her wrists. The workers then knelt and the Snow Warrior smiled and then asked.
"Is this then your sacrifice to me?"
"Yes Lord Dkarn" Akkerson answered trembling in fear.
