Mekt Ranzz. Lightning Lord. The brother - yet not twin - of Lightning Lad, Garth Ranzz. Both powerful, both on the opposite sides of intergalactic law. Both, now, without a twin.
One would think that being born without a twin on Winath - known in all the worlds as the planet of twins - would bear significant meaning. Perhaps that the child is destined to stand alone against a great foe - as any hero from legend
does - or that they will be as big, strong, smart and good as two men; or even, with the slightest amount of chance, that they will be granted special status in recompense for their loneliness? But no.
Being born as a singular on Winath equivocates with a life sentence of solitary confinement. No one to interact with on a daily basis, except for your care-takers; no one to stave off the monsters as you try to sleep; no one to remind
you that you are more than just their reflection; no emotional support. Only solitude. Wretched, disgusting, empty alienation.
He would like to think it made him strong. Made him independent. Who needs a twin, when you are powerful? Allpowerful. Who would need a copy image of yourself, to look at when you've failed? To leave as a back door for
pain when you're not there to protect them? When youwould become that back door? No. Mekt has no need of a twin; he his an island. Alone at sea, staving off the waves.
So it comes as a surprise when he is at his brother's door, in the middle of the night. He's had another nightmare about his baby sister. And for once, his heart aches and white-hot anger is replaced by the need for familial warmth.
It is clear, now, that he cannot live his entire life alone. Even an island at seas gets the odd traveler now and then.