Prologue


Sitting in a diner at the counter, Clifford Blossom stirred his drink aimlessly, his mind overflowing with thoughts as he read the newspaper. It had been a week since the break-up, and the pill was just as hard to swallow now as it was back then.

To call it a break up would be quite the understatement. His former wife, Penelope Blossom sought one thing over all: Money. Money brought influence, influence brought power, and power is what makes the world go round in her eyes. So when business went bad for the airline company Clifford worked at and the board of directors thought necessary to cut him out, his job wasn't the only thing he lost.

But it wasn't like Penelope desperately needed his money. Whilst together, the young lady built from the ground up and with his money, her own news agency which quickly became popular. Over the years popularity grew at an increasingly faster rate, until the Blossom name was known throughout Florida as "The Queen of All Media". However, Penelope didn't want a washed-up Ex CEO deteriorating her image, and decided to cut ties with her husband. Having carefully planned out her paperwork with her lawyers before they got married, Clifford didn't have a penny to cry on from the red-headed vixen.

Clifford read the headlines, taking a sip from his coffee. "Queen finds a new King! Penelope Blossom to re-marry!" it read in capital letters as a photo of Penelope lay underneath.

"Didn't waste any time to replace me, I see..." The former husband growled slightly, clenching his fist and wrinkling the papers slightly. He couldn't believe the nerve of that woman.

"Something troubling you, sir?" Clifford heard from in front of him, snapping him of his thoughts as he looked up.

One of the bar's employees, a man in his late twenties with a white apron, pink shirt, a red bow tie and a white serving cap was cleaning the insides an empty milkshake glass. He was looking directly at Clifford, obviously confused.

Clifford shook his head, trying his best to fake a smile.

"No, nothing much. Just trying to get used to the single's life again." Clifford chuckled, although a hint of sadness could be heard in his voice as the waiter quickly understood.

"Ah, I see what you mean." He answered as he placed the glass down and picked up another one. "I know the feelings quite well. Broke up with my girlfriend a few months ago. Took a while to heal from that."

Clifford nodded as he listened to the waiter. He didn't have much else to do, so maybe having a talk with a stranger was just what he needed.

"Yeah. I was with her for almost 12 years. Forgot what the bachelor's life was like." Clifford responded as he looked at his wedding ring. He hadn't taken it off yet; the emotionnal baggage it carried still weighing down on him too much.

"If you don't mind me saying, sir, maybe you should take some alone time for yourself." The waiter told Clifford as he cleaned the glass. "After something like that, I can imagine the confusion you're going through. I'd be destressed too in your position. But that's when you gotta realize all the opportunites that have opened up. A new life, a fresh start..."

Clifford couldn't help but chuckle again as he picked up one of the glasses the waiter just cleaned. "So you're saying don't look at the glass half-empty, but rather half-full?" He asked, presenting the glass as this time it was the waiter's time to laugh.

"Exactly." He smiled before leaning over to Clifford. "Listen, there's a small lake a few miles from here, up north. It's a pretty secluded area so people often go there to let out some steam. Might be a good place to clear your mind a bit." The waiter offered.

Clifford thought it over. Something like could be a good place to let some things off his chest. The young man looked at his hand again, the golden ring resting on his finger.

"You know... I might just do that." Clifford smiled as he finished his coffe in one swing. Taking out his wallet he pulled out enough money to pay for the coffee and newspaper, while also giving the waiter a generous tip. "Thanks." he smiled as he put on his jacked, grabbed his keys and headed out. Before he stepped out the door, Clifford turned around and faced the waiter again. "I never got your name."

"Terry, sir. Terry Tate." The waiter smiled, placing the tip in his pocket.

Clifford smiled back. "Nice meeting you, Terry."

With that, Clifford left the diner. As he stepped out, the cold wind took him by surprise as he clasped his hands together to rub them warm. The winter wind howled, the moon shined bright in the night sky as he ran quickly for his Wrangler. Closing the door as fast as he could, Clifford turned on the ignition, the heating, and set for the lake. It was time to say good-bye.


It was rather an uneventful drive towards the lake, taking a slow 30 minute drive. Climbing up a small hill which made him glad he had a Wrangler Jeep, Clifford saw the bank of the lake. Just like Terry had said, not a soul was in sight for miles as Clifford parked the car near the water.

Making his way to the lake, the young man brushed his red hair back as he looked around. The trees surrouding the lake made for a good wind shield; there was barely a breeze in this place.

Clifford took his time, gazing upwards to look at the night sky. It was a clear night, not a cloud in sight as the stars shined bright. The moon was more than enough light to see where he was going, as Clifford soon stood on the bank.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm his mind, he gazed upon his ring finger again. The gold shined on his hand, as every emotion describable flooded Clifford. Anger, sadness, dissapointment, resentment... The list went on as he felt like his insides were burning. With haste, Clifford pulled the ring off of his finger, before clenching it in his hand.

"I hope you're happy with yourself, Penelope... Now get out of my life!" Clifford yelled at the top of his lungs as he threw the ring as hard as he could. The ring flew high into the air, before landing deep in the center of the lake. The calm water rippled from it's landing, a slight ploof eminating from it. Clifford took a few deeps breaths to calm himself down. It was over. It was really over.

Spending a few more moments to relax, Clifford decided it was finally time to head home. It was getting late, and the drive home was quite a long one. He didn't need an accident from drowziness.

Clifford turned around and headed back to his vehicule. However, something sparked his interest. Gazing at the ground, he noticed it getting brighter; like the sun was rising. Turning around, the young man looked up only for his eyes to shoot wide with horror. Several streaks of fire illuminated the sky, all headed towards the ground at alarmingly high speed. An explosion echoed on the other side of the bank, followed by another one a few dozen feet behind Clifford.

"Shit, Shit, Shit!" Clifford yelled in panic as he ran as fast as he could into the forest. If the car was hit, he'd be a dead man for sure, so finding a cave or borrow would be his best bet to survive this. Clifford ran, hearing the explosions all around him. The surroundings glowed a bright red from the fire as he never stopped.

Clifford was in such a state of distress that he failed to see what was in front of him. The young man took a step in thin air, not realizing the steep slope beneath him as he stumbled. Rolling down the slope, Clifford tried to protect his head with his arms. But a bump in the back of the neck caused Clifford to end up at the foot of the slope unconscious.


Clifford graoned, fluttering his eyes open to try and wake up. His head was pounding like a drum, the back of his neck aching from the hit that did him in. Pulling himself up from the dirt he brushed himself off, pulling dead twigs and vegetation from his clothes as he took in his surroundings. Clifford couldn't see much from the forest covering the moonlight, so his vision was limited. However, he spotted something in the distance; a faint silver glow in the trees.

"What the hell?.." Clifford groaned as he got to his feet, rubbing his neck as he marched on. A million questions rattled his mind: where did those meteors come from? Where was he? And why was it glowing silver over there, meteorites don't glow silver.

Making his way through the trees he arrived at the area. A crater had been made from the impact of the meteor, or so Clifford thought. But at the center of the crater wasn't a meteorite: it looked more like a pod. A silver pod, with it's glow dying down.

Gently making his way down the shallow crater Clifford approached the pod. It was intact from the fall, not a scratch on it as he brushed some gravel off it with his hand.

"HUMAN LIFE FORM DETECTED." The pod called out, making Clifford jump back in shock and fall over. The pod opened up, steam evacuating from it's inside and blinding the young man. As it dissipated Clifford gazed at the pod, before getting up and looking inside. What was in there stunned him: children. Not even children, but babies; a boy and a girl. They couldn't have been older than a few days.

"The fuck?..." Clifford looked at the infants. They seemed to be sleeping peacefully, not at all disturbed from the fall. Suddenly, the eye of the pod shined blue, before a woman stood in it's center and looked at Clifford.

"Greetings." The hologram spoke, as Clifford gazed at the woman. "I am Alura of the planet Krypton. I come to you in the hopes that you will answer our call for help. Our planet possesses technology far superior to those of your race, but such power came with a great cost. Our planet is now dying, with no means of escape. My husband and I have sent our children in the hopes that someone can raise them in our place."

Clifford looked down at the children, sleeping peacefully in the pod.

"But I must warn you." The hologram continued. "Under the yellow sun, they will be much different to those of your kind. They will possess supernatural abilities that will change the world as you know it. I plea to you. Please raise them to use their abilities for the betterment of your people."

The image vanished, as Clifford was once again left alone. Or rather, was left with two newborn babies. Taking a few steps back Clifford clutched his head, trying to make sense of the situation. Half an hour ago he was throwing his wedding ring into a lake, and now he was dropped with two babies from outer space, from a hologram straight out of a Star Wars movie, and a mother that is most likely dead as dust. What a day to be alive!

"Calm down, Clifford... Calm down..." Clifford told himself, trying to bring himself to his senses. Small noises broke his thinking as he looked back into the pod. Both children were awake, looking at him as they giggled. One of them, the girl, stretched her arms towards him, an innocent smile on her face.

This sealed the deal for Clifford. Whatever has happened tonight, he couldn't just leave two babies in the middle of the woods. What kind of person would? And if what that woman said was true, they were no ordinary babies. Whether he wanted it or not, they were now his responsibility.

"Well... I always wanted to have kids..." Clifford chuckled at the scene as he took off his jacket. Gently he picked up the two children, placing them in his jacket before wrapping them up and picking them from their pod. Clifford gazed into their eyes, a smile forming on his face as they giggled.

"Well... Welcome to Earth I guess." Clifford smiled, before looking at his surroundings. "Now... let's find our way home..."