The Story Keepers mixed with Smallville and Arrow.
Disclaimer: The Story Keepers belong to Focus on the Family, and the characters of Smallville, Arrow, and any other DC Characters I may use belong to the CW, Warner Brothers, DC Comics, and their respective creators.
On Earth, during the year 2064 AD, the emperor Lionel Luthor unleashed his fury on the Christians for the crime of proclaiming a king higher than Luthor.
Setting the city of Metropolis on fire, Lionel placed the blame on the Christians and launched a new campaign to wipe them out. Families were separated and children were left homeless as thousands were sold into slavery or worse, thrown to the lions.
Escaping the panic of the fire and dodging the advancing soldiers, a group of children found shelter in the gentle care of Jonathan and Martha Kent, a local farmer and his wife.
There, the children discovered an amazing, secret network of daring men and women who risked their lives to help one another and to tell the stories of the great story teller. The one called Jesus.
So awaiting the day when their parents would return, Laurel, Clark, Oliver, and Thea embarked on the adventure of a lifetime. Their mission was to keep the stories of Jesus, from over 2000 years ago, alive.
This is their story. They are...
The Story Keepers of DC
Breakout Part 1: Clark Kent
If the torch still burns,
We will make it through the darkness...
Moira sent her children Oliver and Thea off with their newly found friend, Laurel, as several soldiers arrived. She prayed to God that they would see each other again. Her husband, Robert, had already been sold into slavery just a few days ago.
We will keep our voices strong.
We will be heard...
Oliver, Thea, and Laurel rushed through the streets as Oliver noticed some guards and pulled Laurel and Thea back. Oliver had bright blue eyes with blonde hair. His five-year-old sister, Thea, had brown hair and green eyes. Laurel had green eyes and brown hair. Oliver hoped that they could find a safe place before the soldiers found them.
Now it's up to us to tell...
The stories...
Now it's up to us,
To carry on his word...
As the children rushed off, they arrived at a farm outside of Metropolis as a man with brown hair and blue eyes walked out.
"Laurel, any idea who that guy is?" Oliver asked.
"Uh-uh." Laurel said.
"I'll see." Thea said as she walked up to the man as he turned to Thea.
"Hey little lady." The man said.
"Hi." Thea said.
"Uh-oh." The other two children said as the man knelt down, but to their relief, he smiled.
"My name is Jonathan Kent. Where are your parents?" Jonathan asked.
"Our parents were taken to be slaves." Oliver said as Thea hugged a stuffed tiger she'd brought with her.
"Mine were still in the house when Lionel Luthor's soldiers set Metropolis on fire." Laurel said sadly.
"Well I'm sure they're all gonna be okay." Jonathan said. "Until we find them, you can stay here."
We'll march on and on,
And proudly keep the stories.
We will hold the torch,
And keep its burning flame!
And we'll pass on all the truths
And the glories!
Inside Jonathan's house, they met a woman with red hair and blue eyes who walked up to Jonathan with a brown haired teenager with hazel eyes.
"Who are these three?" The woman asked.
"They're children who got separated from their families." Jonathan explained. "I promised they could stay here until we could find them."
"And you believe them, Mr. Kent?" The boy asked.
"Bruce." Jonathan said. "They're just children, and they need a home."
"Jonathan's right." The woman said as she bent down. "Hello. I'm Jonathan's wife, Martha."
"Hi." Thea said.
"Bruce Wayne." Bruce said with a sigh. "My friends call me Bruce."
"Good to know." Oliver said. "So... Anything we should be aware of now we're here?"
"Yes." Jonathan said. "We're Christians."
"Oh, like Mom and Dad." Thea said.
"Right." Martha said. "In fact, Jonathan's been preparing to tell a story at one of our meetings."
"About who?" Thea asked.
"About Jesus." Jonathan said.
"Wait, before this goes any further, are you sure we can keep them safe here? I mean, what are we gonna tell people? You found them wandering out of the fields?"
"We didn't find them." Martha said with a smile. "They found us."
"So, what's the story about?" Oliver asked after a moment.
"I'll give you guys a sneak preview since you'll be living here, and I need to practice." Jonathan said kindly. "You see, when Jesus was a young boy well over two thousand years ago, he went to Jerusalem with his parents for the pass over feast..."
And we'll carry on...
Yes we'll carry on...
His name . . .!
A few weeks later, Jonathan was in the middle of a friendly market place in Smallville.
"Fruits, vegetables, and grain!" Jonathan called out. "Fresh fruit, vegetables, and grain!"
"Hey Mr. Kent!" A blond friend of Jonathan's named Bart said. "I'll take four apples."
"Over here, Jonathan!" A Martian named J'onn J'onzz called out. "I'll take five!"
"Four apples and five!" Jonathan called out.
"Four apples and five." Laurel repeated.
"Four and five wrapped and tied." Martha said with a smile as she held up a package of four apples and a package of five and handed them to Thea.
"Get ready, Jonathan!" Thea called out as she passed them to Oliver.
"Cause here they fly!" Oliver said as he tossed the apples to Jonathan, which he caught easily.
Jonathan then walked up to Bart, glad to have an excuse to talk to him and his parents.
"Hey Bart." Jonathan said. "You've gotten big."
Jonathan then leaned Bart's father close so no one else could hear and whispered, "Meeting tonight at Snyder's Mill."
"Here you are J'onn." Jonathan said again as once more he leaned close to J'onn and whispered. "Meeting tonight at Snyder's Mill."
Jonathan tried to go to market once a weak as a way to have an excuse to talk to his friends naturally and inform them of the meeting times.
"Perfect for the kids." Jonathan said as he took a pastry sample from the baker and ate it. "I'll give you twenty credits for the box."
Jonathan then leaned in to the baker, Carter Hall, and whispered, "By the way Carter, meeting tonight at Snyder's Mill."
While Jonathan was talking with Carter, a young boy with black hair and blue eyes, juggling several balls, walked into the road in front of the truck the gang was using as several oranges fell off and the boy quickly grabbed them.
"Why don't you learn how to drive?" The boy asked.
"Well why don't you stay out of the road?" Oliver asked.
"Hey, those are our oranges." Bruce pointed out as the boy began juggling them.
The people laughed as Oliver was unable to catch them when Jonathan showed up to keep things calm.
"Nice juggling little fellow." Jonathan said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Clark Kent." Clark said. "No relation to you. You know, if you really want a treat, I could juggle some of those watermelons in your truck."
"Well," Jonathan said with a smile. "I think we should see this."
Clark was given the melons and easily juggled them.
"Wow." Laurel said. "How are you doing that?"
"Easy." Clark said with a smile. "It's all in the wrists and timing the tosses just right. Here, let me show you."
By evening, Clark handed Laurel two small bean bags as she began to successfully juggle them.
"Clark!" Laurel called out excitedly. "I'm doing it! I'm doing it!"
She'd never really done anything like this before. She'd always stuck to books.
"See?" Clark said with a smile. "You're doing pretty well, Laurel."
Suddenly, Laurel missed count and the bean bag hit her on the head.
"Ouch." Clark said with a smile.
"Laurel!" Martha called out.
"Jonathan and Martha are really nice." Clark observed wistfully.
"Yeah, they're great." Laurel said as she thought of how Jonathan and Martha selflessly took her, Oliver, and Thea in, something she doubted many others would have. "Jonathan's the greatest guy on Earth, and you should hear him tell a story."
"Oh, my parents are great too." Clark said with a smile. "We have a family circus act and travel the whole world."
"Wow." Laurel said in awe. "Where do you live?"
"Oh," Clark said. "Well, see that big white villa? We live in an even bigger one just behind it."
Laurel looked at a large white house as she gaped at the idea of what Clark's house must look like.
"Laurel, time to go sweetheart." Martha said with a kind smile.
Laurel went onto Jonathan's truck as it drove off when she turned to Clark.
"Hey, why don't you come over to our meeting tonight?" Laurel asked. "And bring your parents. Jonathan's gonna tell some stories about Je-"
"Laurel, are you crazy?!" Bruce said as he pulled Imra over to him. "Inviting a stranger to hear our stories? He and his parents could be spies for Luthor."
"Bruce." Laurel countered calmly. "Clark's not a spy. He's our friend."
Clark waved good-bye as the truck went back to Jonathan's farm.
That night, at Snyder's Mill, everyone Jonathan had told of the meeting arrived, making the secret sign of the fish to prove they were Christians. Once it was proven, Bruce would invite them in and get rid of the sign if it was made in any lasting way.
As everyone was there, Jonathan cleared his throat.
"Friends of Jesus, I want to thank you all for risking so much to come here." Jonathan said. "You know, some things never change. For example, when Jesus was teaching in Galilee, the Romans who occupied the city were so suspicious of gatherings; people had to leave the city to hear him speak. One day, Jesus and his disciples had gone across-"
Jonathan stopped when there was a sudden knock on the door.
Bruce walked over to the door and saw the kid from that evening.
"You?" Bruce asked.
"Is Laurel here?" Clark asked as Lois got up on Oliver's shoulders and peered through the hole.
"Clark?" Laurel asked.
"We can't let him in." Bruce protested. "He doesn't know the sign."
At that, Clark juggled two bean bags in the air fast enough to make the shape of the sign.
"Oh yeah?" Laurel asked. "Then what do you call that?"
Laurel opened the door and let Clark in.
"He could be leading Luthor's entire army right to our door!" Bruce protested.
"Bruce, he's just a boy." Jonathan said patiently. "And he's as welcomed as anyone."
"Where are your parents?" Laurel asked. "Couldn't they come?"
"Oh!" Clark said as he thought. "They really wanted to, but they had a performance tonight for the Governor of Thanagar."
"Oh." Laurel said, apparently accepting what Clark said, but Bruce thought that Clark's response took a little too much time to say."
"Now where was I?" Jonathan wondered.
"People in Galilee had to leave the city to hear him speak." Oliver said helpfully.
"Oh yes." Jonathan said. "Thank you, Ollie. Now, Jesus and his disciples had gone across the lake to be alone, but when they came ashore, there was a great crowd waiting for him. It is said that there were five thousand people there.
"'Lord,' Jesus' disciple, Simon-Peter, said. 'We should leave this place. We'll get no rest here.'
"But Jesus felt sorry for them since they didn't have a leader.
"'They are like sheep without a Sheppard.' Jesus pointed out.
"So, he began to teach them. He told them God loves everyone. The good and the bad. The honest and the dishonest alike. He loves our enemies just as he loves our friends.
"'Surely God doesn't love the Romans!' A man called out. You see what Jesus said was very brave as there were freedom fighters in the crowd who hated being ruled by the Romans.
"'Love your enemies.' Jesus countered. 'Do good to those who hate you. Bless those who curse you. Pray for those who treat you badly. Do to others what you would have them do to you.'"
"'Lord,' One of Jesus' Disciples said after awhile. 'This is a lonely spot, and it's getting late.'
"'Send the crowds out to the farms and villages, so they can feed themselves.' Peter advised.
"Instead, Jesus said, 'You feed them.'
"'How?' Peter asked. 'It would cost a fortune to feed all these people.'
"'How much food do you have?' Jesus asked. 'Go and see.'
"They found a young boy who willingly offered his food, five loaves of bread and two fish but nothing else.
"'All we have are these five barely loaves and two fish.' A disciple pointed out.
"'Make the people sit down on the grass in groups.' Jesus advised, and they divided into groups of fifties and hundreds.
"Then Jesus took the food and gave thanks. He broke the food into portions and gave it to his disciples to feed the people, and everyone had enough to eat.
"'Gather up all that is left.' Jesus instructed his disciples. 'Let's not waste any.'
"The disciples did so and filled up twelve baskets with what was left over."
"Wow." The children said.
"Jonathan," Thea asked. "What happened to the boy with the bread?"
"No one really knows." Jonathan said. "For all we knew he grew up and became a baker."
"Alright, that was an exce-"
There was a sudden pounding on the door.
"Open up in the name of Lionel Luthor!" A voice called out.
"I told you that boy was trouble!" Bruce shouted. "Quick, you all know what to do!"
Everyone hid in pots and Clark hid in a rolled up carpet as Bruce quickly began grabbing some straw and began using a stick to mix it in with a fresh coating of mud for just such an occasion when several men broke the door down as Slade Wilson, one of Luthor's top guards, stood there.
"You there." Slade said. "Where are all the Christians hiding?"
"Christians, sir?" Bruce asked with a laugh. "In here? I'll eat this mud if you find any Christians in here."
Slade walked around and put his foot on the carpet as a small squeak came from it, and Slade undid the carpet to find Clark there as all the soldiers held blasters to Bruce as he tasted the mud.
"You know, with a little salt, it wouldn't be all that bad." Bruce admitted.
"Search this place!" Slade called out, and the soldiers found several of the Christians. Everyone made a run for it as Bruce used his heat packet to cause the mud to harden and boil until it shattered and sprayed all the guards as he rushed off as fast as he could.
Outside, Jonathan did a quick head count.
"Oliver, Thea, Laurel, and Bruce." Jonathan said with a sigh as everyone smiled. "That's everyone. Thank God we're alright."
They then heard a carriage roll off as they turned to see Clark stuck in a cage.
"Clark!" Laurel called out as she rushed to him before being stopped by Bruce and Jonathan, causing Lois to weep as the two looked sadly at each other. Who knew what Lionel Luthor was going to do to the boy?
Well that's the first chapter. Please tell me what you think.