Originally Posted: Oct. 31st, 2006
Length/Rating: 100 words, PG, Gen
Summary: “…He ran so far, so long, he outran death itself. And on the darkest nights you can still see him, running, always running, with only the lantern to light his way…” Written for sga_flashfic‘s Halloween Challenge.
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Teyla was well aware what the bobbing wisp of light wasn’t, because everyone knew the stories of the Runner’s Lantern were just that.
Because she was a grown woman who’d faced down Wraith, and Genii, and countless things more terrifying than a ghost. It was just superstition, like Rodney’s hook-handed murderer and John’s knife-clawed sleep demon. Tales to frighten children, not adults. Just silly, stupid campfire tales.
Unfortunately no one had explained this to the light, and it fluttered closer in those inhuman bounds.
It was Carson who finally led the retreat, babbling something about Unseely courts and Teine Sith.