Title: First Lessons
Author's LJ/DWJ: redbyrd_sgfic   redbyrd
Categories: Kidfic, Episode Tag, Ry'ac, Drey'auc, Bra'tac
Warnings: none
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Redbyrd's Stargate Fanfiction
Link to story: First Lessons

Why this should be read: What happens after Ry'ac wakes up with his brand new primta after S1 Bloodlines? If you like fic about the consequences of events in episodes, this one is a beauty. The very young Ry'ac is believably childish and it was great to see him at that age when he wasn't unconscious or brainwashed. Also, Drey'auc and Bra'tac are awesome. About 2300 words.

Ry'ac learns some new things after receiving his primta--but is he taking them seriously enough?

Ry'ac licked the last crumbs of the warm flatbread from his fingers, then broke into a run along the riverbank, feeling the strength flow into his arms and legs. It was easy to forget how anxious he'd been about the implantation now it was over. He scooped up a rock and threw it as hard as he could out over the water, watching with delight as it cleared the opposite bank and crashed through the tree branches. He laughed with sheer pleasure. And his father tried to stop this? He would never be sick again, never be tired- he ran full on into a warm solid bulk and bounced off onto the ground before even his new reflexes could respond.

He would have scrambled to his feet, but the butt of Master Bra'tac's staff was poised about his throat, and he dared not move. "You are late, boy," the older man said.

Ry'ac flushed guiltily. His mother had only reminded him three times that morning that he was to spend the afternoon learning the discipline of kel'no'reem with Bra'tac. He thought resentfully that it was his father who should have taught him, if he hadn't run away and abandoned his family. The other boys taunted him, saying his father was a coward, and he had betrayed the god because he was afraid to face battle. Then he realized that he was the first of his age-mates to be implanted. None would be able to stand against him now.

"You shall not use your new strength against the other boys," Bra'tac said.

Ry'ac's eyes went wide with terror and all thoughts of childish revenge fled. Could the old Jaffa Master read minds?

Bra'tac looked down at him disapprovingly. "You must put aside childhood, and begin your training as a warrior." He moved the staff aside. "And your first lesson is that you must be aware of your surroundings. You should find your opponents by observation, not by running into them."