Prologue
Darkness, blackness, that's all I could see for miles. I wonder how long I've been in here. It feels like forever. But I know it hasn't been forever, I had a life outside the phantom zone.
I was a happy child with two loving parents and a new sibling on the way. They said the baby was going to be a boy; they were going to name him Kal-El after Grandpop. Kalander-El, he was a great man, I can't remember much about him, but what I did was that he was always smiling and always had a story to tell. The ones I liked the most were about Nightwing and Flamebird.
Uncle Zor-El always told me they were nonsense and sent me off to watch his daughter Kara she's five but incredibly smart. Even Aunty Alura thought so, but then again Kara was her daughter. She would always tell me "Don't worry Aria dear you are brilliant in your own ways." I never found out what she meant by that.
My father Jor-El was a brilliant scientist and he was always busy, but he would always have time to play with me. He would always call me his "little princess" (I never understood why though I'm not a princess, I'm just plain old Aria) and smile at me as I told him of a story I had made up that day, my mother Lara next to him recording every word I said. As I would finish my father would say "Well Lara she certainly takes after you, she'll be a brilliant storyteller one day." My mother would laugh and say "Now Jor you know that's rubbish, she takes after your father." (Grandpop)
'I wish I had more time with them but sadly that wasn't to be. My life was void to the government; they would not risk freeing me on the chance that Zod and his minions would escape.'
My name is Aria-El and this is my story.
Pronunciations
Kalander Kal-AN-Der
Aria Aa-RY-Aa
I don't own Superman I only own Kalander-El and Aria-El.
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