"Jor-El! I'm scared!"

A pair of siblings were huddled in the storm cellar of an old country town house on a hill. The older teenage boy had perfectly combed dark hair and wide sapphire eyes, he was cradling a small, petite four year old girl with curly dark hair in pigtails and wide sapphire eyes like his own. He hushed her gently, running his fingers through her silky hair. As they heard the unmistakable sound of a struggle outside.

"Van-El I'm going to go help Dad, okay? I want you to stay here and stay hidden."

He whispered and moved to get up but Van-El clung to him and didn't let him leave without her.

"Let me go too! I help Jor-El!"

She whimpered but he hushed her again and set her on the floor, shaking his head firmly. So instantly she knew that the sixteen year old meant business.

"No. I'll be back soon."

He hissed and ran to the stairs, quickly climbing them to leave the cellar. Then was horrified as he saw the state of their home. It was completely destroyed, what had been of their home was just a hollowed shell. He saw the red and blue blur flying around what seemed like another man dressed in black. He watched as the other man tackled his father and shoved him into the ground. Jor-El screamed in rage and took off running towards them.

His bare feet ripped up the grass and wheat beneath them as he ran as fast as his superhuman, Half-Kryptonian body would allow him to, as he neared the fighting pair he registered the fact that the dark clothed man had dark hair and matching eyes with a maniacal smile on his face. He watched his father look up at him, eyes full of horror.

"JOR-EL!"

His father screeched as the dark clothed man took off towards Jor-El. He had the boy pressed up against the ground within mere moments. A hybrid child was no match for him in strength or ability, he would have joy killing this one, Kal-El's only son in front of his very eyes. The boy was looking up at him, utterly terrified.

Then he was pulled from the boy's body by an angry Kal-El who threw him across the field, before grasping his son's collar and lifting the boy from the ground.

"Run from here, Jor-El! Take your sister and flee!"

Kal-El hissed and shoved his son towards the house in a desperate attempt to make him leave. But the boy looked at him defiantly and stood his ground.

"No, Dad! I fight for you!"

He snapped, but Kal-El shoved him back, shaking his head in concern and fear for his only son, born from the body of the late woman he loved. He could see her in both his beloved children, sadly her body had been not able to take bearing two Kryptonian children, Jor-El II nearly killed her and Van-El did.

"No, Jor-El! He's General Zod's son! You can't fight him, war is coming my son. Find people who will help, I will hold him off so you and your sister can escape. Run! You carry the hope for Krypton with you."

He ordered and Jor-El nodded and took off for their home. While his father occupied the son of the Kryptonian traitor, who had tried to kill him and their mother when he was young. Jor-El soon reached the destroyed remains of their house and dove for the cellar, where he found a quivering Van-El curled into a ball. He scooped the little girl into his arms and carried her from the cellar running behind the house to the place where the ancient blue car their father loved was parked.

He gently tossed his sister into the backseat making sure she hit a pile of blankets and he slid into the driver's seat himself, slamming on the ignition and shooting out of there as fast as he could, making sure he ignored the sounds of the battle behind him and focused on the road. Letting the tears roll down his cheeks and his loud sobs fill the car, where we they even going?

-TimeSkip-

Jor-El was exhausted, not just tired but exhausted both mentally and physically. They had abandoned the car a few days back as it was out of gas and they had no money in which to fill it. So Jor-El had filled a duffel bag full of blankets and a stuffed unicorn Van-El had brought with her, and they were now walking on the side of the road. Van-El holding the duffel bag and resting on Jor-El's back.

He now had some kind of idea of where they were heading, New York City. He'd seen news reports of some group of crime fighting heroes there. Who better to help him battle General Zod's son and the army he most definitely had?

They had hitchhiked a few times and gotten close, so close that soon they'd reach it. They slept wherever they could find space, whether it be under bridges or on benches. But it seemed like years since they slept in a good bed or ad a decent meal. I mean the only things they got were from trash cans outside of restaurants.

"Jor-El? Can we stop now? I have to go potty."

Van-El whined and Jor-El sighed, nodding and letting her slide off his back and go over behind some trees to relieve herself. He took the meantime to stretch his back and yawn. He really was exhausted but it was more important that they got to New York soon than if he got any sleep.

"Done, Jor-El!"

She called, trudging back over to him and lifting up her arms to be picked up. Jor-El consented, then narrowed his eyes as he saw a strange green glint from under a tree near them. He ordered Van-El to stay back and she did, carefully watching him from across the road. He walked over to the green stone and picked it up, thinking it was some kind of polished marble.

Then he felt nauseated and the unmistakable urge to vomit, he moaned and dropped the stone, shaking and whimpering. He was hot then cold then hot again. Then he realized what it was, Green Kryptonite. It made most full Kryptonians extremely ill and if they were exposed too long, they would die. They didn't know how it effected hybrids. Because he and Van-El were the first ever Half-Kryptonians.

He kicked the stone as hard as he could, which wasn't very hard but managed to move it away from him. He instantly felt slightly better but still a bit dizzy and even more tired than before. He walked back over to Van-El who was staring at him worriedly.

"Green Kryptonite."

He grunted and Van-El gasped, throwing her arms around her brother's waist. Dad had taught them about the different kinds of Kryptonite. Jor-El just saw a small nook under a tree and nodded to it. Van-El nodded as well and both of them grabbed blankets from the duffel and huddled together using the duffel as a pillow.