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Night Walker by Kernel Crash (PG-13)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Unknown archived on Crash Debris
Why this must be read:
This is an action story that also delves into the guilt, grief, and exhaustion of Moya's crew (and especially John Crichton) from the events of Self-Inflicted Wounds and the death of Zhaan. I love it for its whomping as well as its original alien characters of the Ashreikechin who are fully realized and truly libertarian society. This is Grendel and Beowulf.
I am providing an exerpt because it sets up the story so beautifully.
His name was Eomenri, he was five cycles old, and his destiny was assured. He was accustomed to being
called Menri, but he had reached the Age of Determination and his mother had told him that he would have to
get used to being called by his full name now. He hurried down the path that ran along the edge of the fields,
knowing that he was late, but reveling in the newly bestowed privilege of making the trip from the common
market to his home in the village by himself. He was hurrying, but he wasn’t hurrying too fast because then his
solitary journey would end too soon.
Menri slowed a little, giving his feet more time to travel the path undirected while he examined his hand. He was
five. He held his hand up and curled both thumbs against his palm, examining the remaining fingers. That was
five. He had been to the Center for the testing and the tall men had told his parents that he had inherited the
genes that made so many of his relatives brilliant healers. He would be a healer, too. It was assured. Menri
unfolded his a-thumb and looked at his hand again. ‘Anterior thumb’, his cousin had taught him. His first new
word from his life’s new purpose. Menri mouthed the phrase silently.
Anterior thumb plus five fingers was six, and that was when he would begin his schooling as another of his
planet’s healers.
He stumbled over a rock that had remained hidden in the gloom. Black eyes looked up in dismay to find that
the sun was setting, casting long shadows across his route in order to deliver the message that he was much
later than he thought. His name was Eomenri, he was going to be too late to see his father’s nephew again,
and five cycles was too old to cry. He began to run in the hope that he might get home in time to see his cousin
before he left. His cousin was an Aleph, a member of the most highly talented and skilled healers on the
planet, possibly in the entire universe. Menri had been told that he might be an Aleph some day, if he worked
hard, and he wanted to share that distinction with his cousin before he returned to his posting.
He reached the fork in the path. He’d been told repeatedly that he must never take the left turning after dark,
but it was so much shorter to go along the lake, and he was late. He looked at the sliver of sun still showing
above the horizon, hesitated, and turned left, reasoning that it was still daytime. He would run quickly so that
he would be through the marshes and past the lake before the sun set completely -- before it was night and he
was breaking the rules.
His name was Eomenri, and as he hurried through the darkening twilight, he had no idea that his destiny was
already stalking him.
Night Walker
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Unknown archived on Crash Debris
Why this must be read:
This is an action story that also delves into the guilt, grief, and exhaustion of Moya's crew (and especially John Crichton) from the events of Self-Inflicted Wounds and the death of Zhaan. I love it for its whomping as well as its original alien characters of the Ashreikechin who are fully realized and truly libertarian society. This is Grendel and Beowulf.
I am providing an exerpt because it sets up the story so beautifully.
His name was Eomenri, he was five cycles old, and his destiny was assured. He was accustomed to being
called Menri, but he had reached the Age of Determination and his mother had told him that he would have to
get used to being called by his full name now. He hurried down the path that ran along the edge of the fields,
knowing that he was late, but reveling in the newly bestowed privilege of making the trip from the common
market to his home in the village by himself. He was hurrying, but he wasn’t hurrying too fast because then his
solitary journey would end too soon.
Menri slowed a little, giving his feet more time to travel the path undirected while he examined his hand. He was
five. He held his hand up and curled both thumbs against his palm, examining the remaining fingers. That was
five. He had been to the Center for the testing and the tall men had told his parents that he had inherited the
genes that made so many of his relatives brilliant healers. He would be a healer, too. It was assured. Menri
unfolded his a-thumb and looked at his hand again. ‘Anterior thumb’, his cousin had taught him. His first new
word from his life’s new purpose. Menri mouthed the phrase silently.
Anterior thumb plus five fingers was six, and that was when he would begin his schooling as another of his
planet’s healers.
He stumbled over a rock that had remained hidden in the gloom. Black eyes looked up in dismay to find that
the sun was setting, casting long shadows across his route in order to deliver the message that he was much
later than he thought. His name was Eomenri, he was going to be too late to see his father’s nephew again,
and five cycles was too old to cry. He began to run in the hope that he might get home in time to see his cousin
before he left. His cousin was an Aleph, a member of the most highly talented and skilled healers on the
planet, possibly in the entire universe. Menri had been told that he might be an Aleph some day, if he worked
hard, and he wanted to share that distinction with his cousin before he returned to his posting.
He reached the fork in the path. He’d been told repeatedly that he must never take the left turning after dark,
but it was so much shorter to go along the lake, and he was late. He looked at the sliver of sun still showing
above the horizon, hesitated, and turned left, reasoning that it was still daytime. He would run quickly so that
he would be through the marshes and past the lake before the sun set completely -- before it was night and he
was breaking the rules.
His name was Eomenri, and as he hurried through the darkening twilight, he had no idea that his destiny was
already stalking him.
Night Walker