A.N – Well….let me know, continue or take down, I have a vague idea and it is looooong….
Truth, Legend or Myth?
Dawn of Man
Chapter 1
Prologue
Lena's P.O.V.
Quiet, that is the only thing that I can focus on at the moment. The quiet that usually presses down on me much like it is now when the ball of sunshine, also known as Kara Danvers, leaves my high-rise office after lunch. But unlike the day before one massive thing has changed.
I know I should tell her, I know that she deserves to know, she trusted me with her secret after all and I should trust her with mine., that is the way friendship works.
I hit the intercom button on the office phone, "Jess please step in here for a moment." Seconds later the petite woman slowly makes her way into my office before walking to my desk.
"Yes Ms. Luthor?" her voice with a teasing lift that makes me narrow my eyes while looking at her.
"How long have we known each other?" I ask, causing the woman to smile.
"For quiet a long time Lena," she switches to first names, letting me know that she is here as the dear friend that she has always been. "Why do you ask?" she asks as she walks over to the white couch, and I follow, needing a break from the sun beating down on my back constantly.
"Just in a… contemplative mood I guess."
She chuckles, "I have noticed that Kara brings those out in you. Does she know?"
I look away from the woman's gaze, "If you have to ask that question, you already know the answer."
"You're thinking of telling her, aren't you?" I merely nod, still watching the opposite wall from the couch. "How much?"
"I want to tell her all of it, but that is a huge change, and not just for her and myself, but for all those in our circles." I finally turn to look at my longest friend, taking in her long curly black hair and her deep brown eyes that have such wisdom and pain in her eyes, pain I may have caused a long time ago.
"Well, my question, is how you think she would take the news?" her voice is soft and soothing, reminding me of nights when I couldn't sleep, the flames casting shadows on walls long since lost to time, and how she would always come and help fight the demons made up in the darkest of nights.
"I don't know, I mean she trusted me with her secret, which wasn't really a sec…"
"No, No, Lena," she interrupts. "How do you think your wife would take the news that you have fallen in love with another woman and want to tell her a secret that has been kept since before the dawn of man?"
I can't stop the sigh that escapes, thinking about the grey eyed woman whose ring rests just below the line of my shirt. I think back to meeting the woman who was the origin of many, many myths and legends that are still told to this day. The fierce protectiveness we felt for each other, both souls that were badly bruised, and made many choices that were nowhere near right or moral. How she stopped me, on the night we met, from making a grievous mistake against the very woman sitting next to me
"Did I ever tell you how sorry I was, that you got dragged into all of this, of the things I did to you all those years ago? How sorry I am, every day, that I almost took your life in a fit of rage?"
The woman tilts her head, with a small smile adorning her face. "You tell me every chance you get, and I tell you every time, I forgave long before you asked forgiveness… Lady Morgana."
"I don't deserve you, Guinevere." I can't but chuckle at the lifelong friendship I was lucky to have.
A. Grayson
