OOC: I do not own Hawkgirl, or anything JL. They are own by DC Comics. Hope you like.

Earth-19. United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. January 7. 1901.

London. Capital of the UK, and the British Empire. A major financial, and industrial center of the world. Home to a diverse range of peoples, cultures, technology, arts, commerce, entertainment, fashion, and much more. Yes, London looks to be one of the greatest cities in the world.

Well...that was all not true...

Crime is on the rise. The back-streets are home to the poor, and homeless. Workers wanting more rights. Same goes for the women. Bombings from the Irish rebels. Reports of uprisings in India and the African colonies. Thanks to that bloody Vandal Savage, the French was acting like he was the next Napoleon, and in a ton of ways, he was. With his alliances with Russia and China, to his mass reforms to just about everything, many fear that this was the start of a new Napoleonic war.

To one Shiera Sanders, it was all just a bloody mess, the whole thing. From that damn Savage in Paris (Who she seem to always dislike and even hate looking at him) to the Chinese wanting Hong Kong back, to the bloody yanks yelling about something. It was all too much for even a woman like herself. She had enough things to deal with, like getting rights to her follower women, to having to get married to some American so she would not lose everything her late father left her.

To give you some information, Shiera Sanders was the daughter of the now late Howard Sanders, a rich man in the British Isles. Her father...was a odd man. Always traveling around the world, looking for this relic, or that old man with 'great wisdom' It what made him the wealthy, giving him holdings in Raj, Canada, Australia, and here in the UK, with a few in Europe, Asia, and America. He was odd in the fact he was her as if a boy. Shiera mother, Aileen, die when she gave birth to Shiera. Her father, Howard, was said to have just look at her and said 'Perfect.' After that, he taught her how to fight, how to use a gun, ancient history, and run a business. While this was the most unusual, and he, and her was mock at for it, it molded her as the strong woman she, and she was thankful for that from the man.

Sadly, he had pass away at the start of December, just like that. In his will, he left everything to her. From to the estate, to his business. Much of the other wealthy men in England try they best to take it all from her, but thanks to the will, and herself fighting to keep the buggers away. It work, but they was just one small problem. She had to get married to some yank, or she lose everything.

"That...bastard!" She though angrier as she was in the backseat of her carriage. She own a automobile, and even with the bloody weather and snow, she like it. Help her think. "To think, after everything...he just makes me married off to someone i don't even know, or else i get throw on the streets? Arse!" It was unfair. The man she had to, as the Americans would say, 'hook up' was name Carter Hall, a archaeologist. Her father have never say anything about Hall ever, so why him? Why does it have to be him? He was a Yankee, and a a man she never even met! Hell, she only met him once, right after her father death and the will reading. So was so piss after the news, Hall only got to say a few words before Shiera hit him hard, and left. Now, she was still piss, but felt a little bad after it. Maybe if she let him speak, she could have learn about what Hall had to do with her father, but now he was in Egypt, with some friend on a dig of some-kind, and will be back in a few days. Then she could deal with this mess.

She looks out to the side, and look at the snow that has falling on the ground. Been like this for a few days. She sees rich men off to work in warm offices. Mothers taking their children to school. Workers off to the steel mill's. People off to the marketplace to sell what goods they had. A dog or two looking for food. She was on her way to a suffrage meeting. Yes, she was a suffrage woman. A member of the NUWSS/National Union of Women's Suffrage Societies. Her father, while never saying anything on it, always said 'Be strong, or be ready to fall' She had done her part. Rallies, support to other members, and then they was the more 'less then right' things she did at night with other women, and herself. Was it wrong? Yes, but thous men had it coming, the whole bloody lot of them.

Her carriage stops, and she gets out. "Be here in by 5. Take care, Gardner." She said to her driver. He just nodded, and rode off, she started to make her way in when she saw something in a alley. It looked like a foot. She walks up, near it, and saw it was a foot. A blanket was covering something that goes with the foot, but you could get a good idea of what was under it. Shiera slowly uncover it, and saw what she had fear. A child. A small boy, frozen. It had look like the boy had to use the blanket to keep warm, but failing in the end. This was unright, unfair, in every possibly way, but it still happen. She let herself cry a little for a boy when a man came walking by and saw the scene. "Ah. I see you found my ex-servant. I sort of wonder what happen to him after i kick him out. Oh well." The man said, very uncaring, and then just walks away.

Shiera knew who he was. Joseph Banks. He was a rather well know Anti-suffrage, putting woman in jail more then once. He was also well know for kicking out servants on the smallest of things, like this poor child right here.

She had work to do this night.

Later, that night.

Banks was having a good night. He had threw a few more idiotic women to jail, and was now having a drink to it in his study, and his business making more money after dealing with thous workers in his factory in Newport. Yes, life was good for Banks. What could go wrong at a time like this?

Well, things did go wrong for Banks.

Suddenly, something bast though the main widow, causing him to jump out of his chair at this. It looked to be a...woman with metal wings, a cap, and goggles? He try to get his gun out from his desk, but the woman was faster, pinning him to the wall. "Listen, you half-brain, women hater!" Yell the winged woman. "I know what you do, and i don't like it." She said, fill with anger. "So? Your just a little lady! Your place is in kitchen! Women should not even vote! They and their little minds can't think about..." Banks said, trying to be strong, but was stop as the woman threw him across the room. "Hey! You bloody idiots! Help!" He calls out, but no one came. He had a few guards after, lets just some a little 'misunderstanding' but now they was not coming. Why the hell are they not coming! "Oh? Them? Thous idiots all whet on to a pub, and i had dealt with them." (They was all in a alley, knock out hard.) Banks still try to get away, but finds himself dragging to the widow by the metal wing woman. A widow of his rather tall 2 stories high home. "OK. I'm going to make you a deal. Stop making such a fuss over suffrage, stop putting women in jail, and be nicer to your servants, or...you can get a idea." "Go to hell, your witch!" He yells at her. "Really? You first." She said as her grip started to become loose. Banks realize this and any will quickly left him. "All right! All right! Just don't drop me! You witch!"

She's smiles. "Good, and to make sure." She knocks him out, and throws in back into the study. She the trash the whole place, and then leaves. She fly's off to a higher building in the area. She takes off the goggles, and it's Shiera. "Just a another night of work." She thought to herself. You see, as you know, her father did many odd things. One was these steam wings she found the day after his death. and notes on how to use them. She had no idea how her father made these, or if he got them from someone, but she could fly like a bird. Like she was meant to have these. Odd, but so worth it. She been doing this since she got them. Going to people like Banks and make them leave the suffrage movement alone, or else. Sure, she felt a little dirty, but it had to be done if women was to get a true say in things.

She looks at the city of London, as this snow came down. It was freezing, but the wings gave her warmth. London was a beautiful city, with all it's lights, and airships in the night sky, but with so much going in the Kingdom and around the Empire and world, you could feel the uneasiness of it all. With the Irish bombing, to Savage, and his new France, to America. You could live in a hut in Africa, and still knows what's going on in the UK, and the Empire. Sometimes...she felt like she was to do more, but that was just her father talking.

She takes a deep breath, and fly's out, on her way to a another little...trip.

Ancient Tomb. Egypt. January 9th. 1901.

"All right. Your right. We're lost." Said Carter Hall to his friend, Kent Nelson. The two was friends and follower archaeologist. They was on a dig when they learn of a ancient tomb going back to the 19th dynasty. While Kent did not really believe it, Carter jump on it, and travel to where it was to be at. Now, the two was lost in the tomb. "You can say, i told you so, if you what." Said Hall as he try to study a part of the wall, trying to find to a wall out. "No, but i do have a question. Why was you so hang up about finding this place?" Carter turns to him, trying to find the words. "Well...um...they this girl, Shiera Sanders, and i sort have to married her." Nelson looks at him as if he was crazy. "Hall, who did you get drunk with?" 'What? No! It's not like that. Her dad was Howard Sanders funding a lot of my digs, and told me before he die, that if i don't married her, and find this place all the money he gave me would taking back, and i be left broke." Carter said. Even now, he did not believe it, but that what happen.

"I see, and have you ever met this... Shiera girl?" "Hmm...yes. She hit in the face, and we have not talk to the each since then." Kent looks at his friend, started to laugh. "Really? You laughing at a time like this? We are trap in a tomb, our lights are about to go out, and your laughing at my own problems?" Carter was rather...annoy by this. If they was not trap in a Ancient Egyptian tomb, maybe he let it go, but now, not so much. "Sorry, sorry, but really, it sounds like something you read in the papers, and..." That's when Nelson step on something, and the walls open up, causing the two to fall down in different. "Ah!" Yell Hall as he pull himself up. "Kent! Kent you they! Kent!?" He yells, but no one answer. Great. Just great. As Carter try's to think of something, he notice they is light here for some reason. He looks around, and sees a hieroglyphic of a man and a woman. They look to be of noble blood, and lovers, as the two was holding hands. Something felt...familiar to him.

At the same time, Kent, in his part of the tomb, also saw a odd picture, of a man floating in the air, with a golden helmet and amulet. It was like...it was calling to him. He then sees a staircase leading up. Not that he had much choice, he follow the stairs up.

The same goes for Carter. As he travel up, he sees more hieroglyphics of the two. The man was Prince Khufu, and the woman his lover, Chay-Ara. It talks about how a ship from the skies fell to the Earth, and that Khufu, Chay-Ara, a wizard name Nabu, and the champion Teth Adam, found the ship, and took it back to the palace. It had a metal call 'Nth Metal' and with that, Khufu was able to start a golden age. However, this ending when Teth wife was kill, causing the warrior to go mad, and have to be stop by Nabu and a another wizard name Shazam, sending him to the 'most distant star in the sky' while Khufu and Chay-Ara was kill by a priest name Hath-Set to the God Set. Now, normally, Carter would not believe any of this, and then this tomb was just a set up, but the more he reads, the more it seem like he already knew all of it, like he was they.

The soon finds himself in a large open room. At the central of the room, was some kind outfit. It was made up of a hawk like helmet, a belt, boots, a few weapons, but what stood out the most was a set of wings with strap that leads to a red circle with a symbol of a hawk in it. Yet again, Carter Hall felt like he have seen these things before, but how? Why?

With Kent Nelson, it was similar. In his room, was a Statue of a large looking man with the same helmet from the hieroglyphics. He slowly walks to up, hearing whispers coming from everywhere, and nowhere. He looks at the helmet, and slowly takes it. Something was...driving him to take the helmet. "It's just a old helmet. What could go wrong?"

Carter had the same thoughts as he is able to touch the outfit. Something too was driving him to touch the outfit. And as soon as he did, a flash of pain hit him. "Ah!" He yells in pain as he felt like his head was about to break apart. He hits the ground, begging to God for it to stop, and it did. Memories. Memories fill his mind, and his soul. Carter eyes light up as he sees who he really is.

"My love..Chay, i bought you something..."

"A ship from the sky? Are you sure of this, Nabu?"

"With this Nth Metal, we can fly like the birds!"

"Teth-Adam! Stop this madness!"

"Who is this man, Hath-Set, and where is Chay! Tell me!"

"...I die...but i shall live again, i and Chay-Ara shall live once more!"

The memories stop, and Carter Hall was reborn. He remember everything. His life as Khufu, first death, and all his lives after that. That would mean, if he remember right... then that would make...

"AHHHH!" Carter heard a god-awful cry. "Kent!" He realize his friend was in trouble, he took up his belt, wings, and a mace, he fly's out down a hallway to see his friend with Nabu's helmet on, glowing greatly . "CARTER! Help me! Get this thing off me!" He calls out to Hall to help, as the helmet becomes a apart of him, fusion with his mind, and soul. "Kent! Hang on!" Carter was still getting all his memories back, but he knew this was not normal in way he knew about Nabu. He turns on the mace, and rush at his friend, hitting the helmet. Not something he would normally do, but his mace is Nth and Kent was his friend. Kent is sent to the ground. He looks at Hall, eyes glowing, and Carter realize that was not Nelson, but before he could do anything, is sent flying by a Eldritch Blast into a wall. Carter looks up, and sees his friend has stop glowing and was in some gold and blue outfit with a amulet, cape, and was floating a few feet off the ground.

" Kent?"

"No. Fate."

New York City. January 11th. 1901.

Wesley woke up with a start, cover in sweat. He gets out of bed, and looks out to the city of New York. The nighttime of Manhattan, Dodds likes it. Help him put him at ease. With all his time as Sandman, and his dreams he did not get much rest. So when he did get some, it help him a ton.

His dreams. He was use to them, he always had them since Dream gave him his powers, but not these. These...was so much more. They was some sort of...foreshadow of so many things that was to come to be.

A man and woman with wings of a hawk, and undying love.

A Dark Knight.

A woman of the Gods.

One with great speed, and a another of Steel.

A man as old as the dawn of Mankind.

He have seen himself in these dreams, which was a very odd. For all his skills, he could not head, or tails of them. Wesley gets out his gasmaks and puts it on. It also help him put him as ease.

"If only life could be a little easier, but hey, world does not work that way. Reason why me, and Wildcat are here, to help. Just hope these dreams mean something, and real soon. I don't like it, and that's saying something."