Hey guys, I'm rebooting this story with some revision! Please enjoy.
Carole Stewart was an unusual girl from the start.
Of course she was going to be unusual, for her parents were unusual. Her father, John Stewart, was a member of the Green Lantern Corps, an intergalactic military and police force that patrol the farthest reaches of the universe at the behest of the Guardians, a race of immortals residing on the planet Oa.
John Stewart was just one of the 7200 members operating in the 3600 sectors of the universe. As a Green Lantern, he was given a power ring, a weapon granting the use of incredible abilities that are directed by the wearer's own willpower.
Not bad for a marine veteran.
That would be weird enough, but that was just the father. Her mother was a Thanagarian named Shayera Hol, a winged military officer from her home planet who had decided to remain on Earth.
Both of Carole Stewart's parents were superheroes in an organization called The Justice League.
Carole herself favored her father in looks, the same darker shade of skin, the same black hair, the same brown eyes. Same basic build. Yet she favored her mother in one physical way: the feathered wings that sprouted from her back.
She was not the only Stewart child. She had an older brother, two years older, named Rex, who tended to mirror his mother in looks. Red hair, slimmer build, light skin, and green eyes, and his wings were inorganic, artificially fitted to his back at his request when he was six.
While Rex's personality was a near perfect replica of his father's, Carole's was an image of her mother's.
~Let me apologize to begin with~
"I'm gonna grow up and be a hero, just like Momma, I don't need you to protect me," Carole said vehemently.
The girl was eight years old, Shayera thought as she watched them from her chair. She settled her wings back into the slits carved into it as Rex shrugged.
"I was trying to help," he said. He crossed his arms. "This is why you're homeschooled. You can't control your temper!"
"No, it's 'cause of my wings!" Carole argued.
Shayera sighed. Her daughter was a bright, action oriented child who loved listening to her mother and fathers' stories. Clearly the tales had just fed her enthusiasm for glory.
"Kids, what happened?" Shayera asked, leaning forward.
"Carole attacked my friend while he was studying," Rex complained.
"He dared me!" Carole cried. "Never back down from a dare!"
"John," Shayera turned.
Her husband shrugged. "Your daughter."
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