Notes: First, I want to thank everyone who sent me messages of support last week. Thank you. Each and every one meant a lot to me.

This is going to be the last chapter for a while. I wish I could tell you how long, but I'm not sure. What I will say is that I will come back as soon as I am able to work on this story again. I love the world, and I want to see it through to the conclusion.

See you guys on the flipped side.


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Supergirl Zor-El

Thursday, March 9th, 2016

I'm sitting on my balcony watching the sun rise as I write this. Thinking of home. Thinking of Argo, the City of the Long Twilight.

The orbital mechanics of Krypton meant that, unlike the Sun, Father Rao did not move across the sky at a constant rate. He would rise, and then stop for long stretches of time, sitting still in the sky, before he would move across the sky again, and stop once more. If you were in Argo or Erkol, Rao stopped on the horizon. If you were in Kandor or Kryptonopolis, Rao stopped directly overhead, or on the opposite side of the planet leaving you in darkness for periods of time that lasted weeks by Earth standards. Those cities were the four Cardinal Cities. Kandor the City of the Long Day, Kryptonopolis the City of the Long Night, Erkol the City of the Long Dawn, and Argo, my home, the City of the Long Twilight.

On Krypton, I could sit in my bedroom, and look out the window at the face of Rao on the horizon for hours, bathing in His divine light, meditating on my lessons, or working on a painting or a sculpture or some other project. I could sleep in His light, and wake to see Him in the same place. Rao was a constant, stable presence, and He moved infrequently.

Here, the sun moves constantly, never fixed in the sky, always changing. I will admit, all these long years later, I find it unnerving, but it a perfect metaphor for my life. When I was a child on Krypton, my life was steady, stable, constant and fixed. My mother and father, my aunts and uncles, my House and my Guild, my teachers and my fellow students, my studies and my duties. There was an order to it, and change was slow and rare. When I came to Earth, all of that changed. People I loved died, friends left, routines changed before I could fully settle into them. A few short months in school and I had a new teacher, a new schedule, new classmates. Middle school was over before I really understood it, and high school came and went, and college soon after. I changed jobs with a frequency that would have stunned and mortified anyone on Krypton, where one chose a Guild and stayed there for life.

The uncertainty of work, of living arrangements, of day-to-day routine, I have long since adapted to, but the one thing I will never accept is the impermanence of connection. On Krypton, we forged connections with our peers at a young age, and they remained our friends, our companions, our coworkers and our confidants for life. Our circles of companions might have expanded but given our long lifespans and our medical technology it rarely contracted before we reached a hundred and fifty of your years. We are, as a people and as individuals, unaccustomed to loss.

Which makes it all the harder that my life has been an unending litany of loss and grief since the day I climbed into my pod on Krypton. That day, I lost my parents, my friends, my mentors and teachers and aunts and uncles and cousins. I lost my world and my culture and fifteen thousand years of recorded history. I lost everything except the cousin I was sent to protect, and then, in a flash of light, I lost that too. I drifted alone in darkness for twenty-four years in the timelessness of the Phantom Zone, only to arrive with my purpose, my reason for being spared the fate of my people, taken from me. Since then, I have lost more. Fathers, mothers, friends, family, lovers, a woman who would have been my wife. Just weeks ago, I lost co-workers, neighbors, and an entire generation of my people's children.

For a time, I lost hope.

Three days ago, I lost a friend.

Most of the world knows that James Olsen was my cousin's best friend. They know that James took the first clear picture of Superman, and that he took hundreds of other pictures of him over the years. I don't know how many people are aware that I considered James a friend as well.

Ironically, I met James for the first time the same day I caught that plane. It was a brief meeting, less than five minutes, but one that will be burned into my memory until the day I die, and it began a friendship I had hoped would last a lifetime. Sadly, that friendship was cut short, but something life taught me long ago is that friendships don't have to be long to be meaningful and being friends with James Olsen taught me so much.

I learned that it is possible to do everything right, and with the best of intentions and still hurt someone you care about. I learned that two people can disagree, and both be right, and that two people can agree, and both be wrong. I learned that is possible to do everything you can to protect someone, and still lose them to the better angels of their nature. Those are hard lessons to learn, and the last one is the hardest of all.

My people are taught from birth to help. We are taught that to help is the ultimate expression of virtue, love and kindness. We are taught that to receive help is the highest honor you can know, because there is no greater proof of someone else's regard for you.

These lessons are bone-deep in every Kryptonian, which is why it is so hard to see someone struck down while they were trying to help, to see someone struck down because they were trying to help. It is a bitter reminder that virtue, kindness and compassion are not shields against evil, cruelty and hatred. It is a reminder that the universe is an uncaring place. It is also a reminder of why it is so important that we do help each other.

We live in a world that is not always kind. One where evil, cruelty and hatred lurk in the dark places, waiting to strike out when we are alone, because when we are alone we are weak and vulnerable, and those who would prey on us, those who would hurt us, choose those moments to do so.

The symbol I wear on my chest is the House of El Coat of Arms. Its meaning is El Mayarah, which is Ancient Kandoran for Stronger Together. When we reach out to each other, when we help each other, we make each other stronger. When we help each other, we protect each other. When we help each other, we shine a light into the dark places where evil thrives. When we help each other, we make the world a better place. When we help each other, we fulfill the First Law of Rao. We leave the universe a better place than we found it.

James Olsen died trying to shine a light into the shadows. James Olsen died trying to make the world a better place. James Olsen died trying to help.

Tomorrow, he will be buried in the human fashion, and I truly do not know what awaits him in the next world, but whatever it is, wherever he goes, I hope that it touches the light of Rao, and that when my time comes, I will see my friend again.

Until that day, I will miss him, I will remember him at every dawn, and await the night I join him in the sky.

Rao's will be done.


"How many times have I told you that I don't like waking up alone?" Cat asked.

Kara turned around to see Cat closing the door leading into the penthouse and lifted the weighted blanket. "A few. I haven't been counting."

"Sloppy," Cat said as she sat down.

Kara spread the weighted blanket over both their laps and pressed a kiss to Cat's temple. "I'm sorry," she said. "I couldn't sleep."

"Why not?"

"The ring was keeping me up. I forgot how much it hurts to wear it."

"What?" Cat asked, her face a mixture of worry and confusion. "The ring hurts you?"

Kara shrugged. "It's hope, distilled, purified, and made tangible. How could it do anything but hurt?"

"Hope isn't supposed to hurt, love."

"Hope always hurts. People who are happy, people who are content, don't need hope. Hope is want, and people want because they need. They need because they're lonely, or they're hungry, or they're cold or tired or sad. Hope is born out of pain, and it always hurts."

"Kara…"

Kara shifted, leaning over so she could rest her head on Cat's shoulder, and look out at the skyline. "I remember what it was like before, when hope was small things."

"Before the war?"

"Before I got in the pod. Hoping my mother would be home to make dinner, because my father was a terrible cook. Hoping I would get a pet dragon. Hoping Astra would come to visit. Hoping Nimda would pass me /twellian/ cakes when my parents weren't looking. I remember when the pain was so small, I didn't even notice, and I remember the first time I realized that hope hurt."

"When was that?" Cat asked.

"A long time ago," Kara said. "Did I ever tell you about Kenny?"

"I don't think so."

"Kenny Lee. He was the first person on Earth I was ever really close to. I might even have loved him. I don't know. I didn't really get the chance to find out. He was murdered. Alex and I, we figured out who did it, but we did a lot of damage along the way. Before Kenny, I was an outcast. Alex's weird younger sister with the Superman obsession. Afterwards, we were both pariahs. Alex walked up to the table where I was sitting at lunch, and we talked about what happened, about Kenny, and Alex said… I'll never forget it… She said, 'I've never had a sister. I promise I'll get better at it.' That was the first time since I got in that pod that I felt hope. I felt like I might actually have a home, and it hurt so bad I thought I was going to die.

"Hope is like blood rushing in after your circulation has been cut off. At first, it's all pins and needles, but then you start to really feel again, and it's horrible, because you can feel every wound, every raw spot, every heartache like it's fresh. It's overwhelming, and agonizing and it's addictive, because it makes you want to live."

Kara closed her eyes and snuggled in closer to Cat. "I miss it, sometimes."

"Hope?" Cat asked.

"No. Being hopeless. It hurts at first, but then, you just sort of go numb. You don't feel the good things, but you don't feel the pain, either."

"That's not healthy, love."

"I know, but sometimes it's easier. When Alex died during the war, it was like losing Krypton all over again. I wanted to just give up. To be numb. And I was for a while I was, but then, Sara happened, and I don't know. The more I fell in love with her, the more hope I had. Some days I hated her for that because it hurt so much and I just wanted to be numb.

"Putting on that ring was like the day Alex decided to be my sister, or the day I realized I loved Sara, and I wanted to spend my life with her. It was like taking a tourniquet off my feelings. I didn't realize how much I'd been holding back, and I've been out here half the night, thinking about James and Keira, and wondering when it will be enough."

She felt Cat squeeze her tightly, using a bit more strength that humanly possible, and press a kiss to her head. "I don't know what to say to make it better."

"I don't think there's anything to say. I don't know if it will ever really get better. But sometimes, I think if I could just rest long enough, just stop getting hurt long enough, maybe I could heal."

"Sometimes, I dream of just running away. You, me, Alex, Maggie, Carter, Krypto, Leslie, Susan, Eliza, J'onn, Astra, Lena, Sam, Ruby, Lucy, Nia, Winn, Kaldur'ahm, Kal, Lois, Jason, Artemis. Everyone we love. Just take a ship and go. I could show you all some many things. I know a planet that has a waterfall that runs up the cliff, and another one that has trees with leaves made of glass, one where the sand on beaches is made of emerald, and these two world where the people have built a bridge between them, and you can ride an elevator car from one planet to the other. There's so much out there. Artificial planets, and ringworlds and Dyson spheres. So much beauty. Every wonder you can imagine. I could take you to see it all, if we just had time."

"When this is over, when Reign and the Guardians and Darkseid are taken care of, we're going to take the time. We'll go, and we'll see everything you want to show us, and then we'll come home, and we'll build you that villa you want," Cat said.

Kara closed her eyes and let Cat's scent carry her away. She saw red as far as the eye could see. Not the dark, angry red of spilled blood, but the bright, life-like red of the growing fields outside Argo. Cat was there, and they strolled hand and hand through the waist-high / dusylgiv/ stalks, arms around each other's waists. Carter and Krypto were up ahead of them, sitting on a blanket near the skimmer. Ruby sat beside him, and she and Carter talked to each other in / kryptahniuo/. Kara smiled happily at the perfect way they pronounced each of the words. She glanced up at the red face of the local star sitting on the horizon, and the towers of / ,ahr,go,jor,/ the in the distance. Impulsively, she leaned over and kissed Cat's cheek, bringing a smile to her wife's face. She wondered how much time they had before they had to head back to the city. Maybe they could take the whole / zehtiahr/ for themselves.

"It's a beautiful dream," Kara whispered, as the vision faded away, leaving warmth and contentment in its wake.

"We'll make it come true," Cat said, and maybe it was just the ring, but Kara found herself hoping they could.


Nia stepped off the elevator on the seventy-seventh floor of the Solarium, a box of bagels in one hand, and a tray loaded with a couple of lattes in the other. She stopped in front of Lucy's door, hesitating for a moment before she pressed the doorbell. She waited and tried not to fidget, but it took a couple of minutes before the door opened, and Lucy looked out into the hall at her.

"Hey," Nia said. "I brought bagels and coffee. Figured you could use some breakfast."

A smile spread across Lucy's face. "You are an angel."

Nia chuckled. "I'm pretty sure my mom and my sister would both disagree with you on that."

"Don't care," Lucy said as she stepped back, making room for Nia to come inside. "Bagel angel."

"Bagel angel?"

Lucy shrugged a she shut the door behind Nia. "If you tell me there's Maple Walnut cream cheese in there, I might promote you to bagel goddess."

"Well, you better start filling out the paperwork, because I have Maple Walnut, Mango, Smoked Salmon, Honey Almond, Strawberry, pub cheese and peanut butter."

"How many bagels did you bring?" Lucy asked.

"Two dozen. I've seen you eat."

Lucy smiled. "Why don't you set up in the living room, and I'll grab us some plates."

"Okay." Nia headed into the living room and opened the box of bagels and started setting out the tubs of cream cheese. She had just finished when Lucy came back in carrying a couple of plates.

"I hope my being here is okay," Nia said.

Lucy frowned as she sat down. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"You didn't stop by last night, or the night before. I was afraid you might want to be left alone."

"I'm sorry," Lucy said. "I didn't mean to… um…"

"It's okay," Nia said. "I'm not upset, and I know you're dealing with a lot right now. You and James were together for a long time."

Lucy grabbed a bagel and started spreading cream cheese on it. "Almost six years. It was long distance a lot of the time. I was stationed in Metropolis, but I would take TDY anywhere I could get it. I wanted to make rank, and I couldn't do that sitting on my ass. James hated it. We fought all the time about it. When we broke up, it was bad."

"You said that before."

"Yeah, but… part of the reason James moved to National City was because of the breakup. Because he wanted a fresh start. And part of me wonders if he would be alive right now if I hadn't broken up with him. And Kelly being here isn't making things any easier."

Nia frowned. "I thought she was your friend."

"She is. Or she used to be. I don't know. She was the one who pulled me out of the room when I broke things off with James, and held me while I cried," Lucy said.

"Then why is her being here making it harder?" Nia asked.

"Because…" Lucy looked down and sighed as she dropped her bagel back on her plate. "You know, maybe you shouldn't be here."

"What?" Nia asked, trying to keep the hurt out of her voice. "Why?"

"Because I'm fucking poison. Because there's obviously something wrong with me. Because I loved James so much that it hurt. I loved him for years, but I could never find a way to make it work. I came to National City to try again, to see if we could make it work. When I heard about what happened between us in the other timeline, I realized it was never going to work, but that didn't stop me from being in love with him. He's dead, and if I'm honest, I'm still in love with him. I walked away from him, because I knew he was never going to love me the way I wanted to be loved. And then the DEO bombing happened, it made me into everything James ever wanted. I'm a fucking Superhero. I fly around with the S on my chest, I rescue people, I fight supervillains, and they call me Superwoman, for fuck's sake.

"I literally became James's ideal woman, but by that point, I was already in love with Kara, and I made a complete fucking fool of myself. I threw myself at her like some desperate teenage girl swooning over the tragic hero. Because she was nice to me, and she paid attention to me, and she made me feel like I mattered, and can't even be mad at her because she was honest with me. She told me she wanted Cat, and I was stupid enough to fall in love with her anyway."

Nia reached over and pressed her hand against Lucy's back, rubbing gently. "We don't always get a choice about who we fall in love with."

Lucy shook her head. "I just seem to have a bad habit of falling for people who don't love me back."

Nia stared at Lucy for a minute, as the pieces slowly fit themselves into place, and felt the crushing weight of disappointment settle into her stomach.

"You have feelings for Kelly," she said.

"No!" Lucy said, just a little too quickly. She looked over at Nia, and kind of shrunk down. "Yes. It's complicated."

"Tell me what happened?" Nia asked.

Lucy looked absolutely miserable at the thought and shook her head.

"Hey, it's okay," Nia said. "I'm your friend. Remember?"

Lucy gave her a weak smile. "Even if I did something terrible?"

"I don't believe you did, but yeah, even if."

"When James and I broke up, I was… a mess. It took Kelly hours to calm me down, and she finally took me home, put me to bed, and sat next to me as I cried myself to sleep. She kept coming by and checking on me. Because that's what Kelly does when she's hurting. She finds someone to take care of. And if I was a mess, Kelly was a complete fucking basket case."

"Because of what happened to James?" Nia asked.

Lucy shook her head. "She'd lost someone, and she couldn't really talk about it because she wasn't out at the time, and because Kelly was an officer, and her girlfriend was with an NCO, and there are regulations against fraternization. She would come by, and we would just sit and talk for hours. We would talk about what it felt like, to be afraid for the people you love, to lose someone you cared about, to have to hide part of who you are. I told Kelly things I'd never told anyone, and it was… I don't even know how to describe it. And then, I fucked it up, because I fuck up everything I touch.

"She showed up that night, and I could tell something was wrong. She had a bottle of wine with her, and we opened it, and we started drinking, and she told me James was out of the hospital. That he was going back to work, like nothing had ever happened. She told me that they had gotten into a horrible fight. And we got to talking about James, and all the fights we'd both had with him, and when the wine ran out, we started on the bottle of vodka I kept in the freezer. Somewhere between the top and the middle of the bottle, I leaned over and kissed her, and she kissed me back, and…"

"And you slept together," Nia said.

"Yeah. When we woke up the next morning, we both freaked out. Kelly because she'd slept with her brother's barely ex-girlfriend, and me because… I don't know. I think maybe I freaked out because she freaked out. Maybe I freaked out because I woke up before her, and I lay there for almost an hour, thinking about what it would be like, me and her. I could see it. And then she woke up, and for just a moment, I looked into her eyes, and I thought, this is it. This is what I wanted. And then I saw the look in her eyes change. I saw the panic, the fear, and I knew I had been fooling myself. I knew that it didn't matter how much I wanted her, or how much I wanted anyone. That no one was ever going to love me the way I wanted them to. That scraps and leftovers were all I was ever going to get from anyone.

"After it was over, I thought maybe James was right. Maybe I was the one being unreasonable. You know. I thought about it for a while, and when I heard that James was out here, I thought maybe if Superman wasn't in the picture, James wouldn't always be running towards danger, you know. I thought maybe I could… I don't know. I just didn't want to be alone. So, I came out here, and I tried, but then Kara was there, and she was kind, and caring, and she trusted me. No one ever trusted me before. Even when she didn't have any reason to care, she did. And now, you're here and I'm afraid."

"Why are you afraid?" Nia asked.

Lucy looked down at the floor, and tears spilled down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around herself. "Because I don't know what I'm supposed to feel, or what I'm allowed to feel. I mean, James is gone, and it hurts, because I loved him, and Kara is here, and it hurts, because I love her, and Kelly is here, and it hurts, because I think I might love her, and you're here, and you're the first person who has ever just wanted me, and I'm afraid that you're going to leave me, because everyone I've ever loved, everyone I've ever wanted to care about me, leaves me, and if you're going to leave, I need you to do it now, because I don't think I can take it if I let myself fall in love with you and then you leave me."

"Lucy, look at me," Nia said.

Lucy slowly looked up at her.

"I'm not going to lie to you. I'm not going to say I love you. I'm not there yet. But I know that the other night, when I was hurting and scared, you were the person I came to. You were the person I trusted to listen to me, to not judge me for being afraid and confused. You were the person I trusted to keep me safe. Not Kara, not anyone else. You, Lucy Lane. I care about you. I trust you. I want you to be a part of my life. And I don't want to leave you."

Nia reached up, and she tucked a strand of Lucy's hair behind here ear. "You offered me your heart. You told me it was fragile. I promise you, I will be careful with it, and I will do everything I can to protect it." She reached down and took one of Lucy's hands in hers.

Lucy smiled at her. "You'll really stay?"

"For as long as you want me," Nia said. "And I know this is going to sound a bit selfish, but I think Kelly Olsen is going to have to do without you today, because I need to spend the day with my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend, huh?"

Nia nodded. "If you want that. Because I do. I missed sleeping next to you the last couple of nights, and I missed spending time with you, and I know I said we should take this slow, but I want you to have some way to know that I'm in this with you. So, girlfriends?"

"Girlfriends," Lucy said.

"Good. Then how about this. We finish breakfast, then we go back to bed and have a good cuddle, and then we spend the afternoon finding you a therapist."

"I'm not sure how to take that."

"Take that as 'your girlfriend cares about you and doesn't want you to be in pain'," Nia said. "Because you are, and as much as I want to help, you need a professional. But I will be there with you, every step of the way."

"Good," Lucy said. "Good."


Cat stepped out onto the twentieth floor of the Solarium and headed for Dr. Foster's office. Normally she only came down here for therapy sessions, but she'd received a text from the doctor asking for an immediate meeting. The only reason Cat hadn't panicked was because she'd been sitting next to Kara at the time, which probably meant that whatever the issue was, it probably wasn't related to Kara's current mental health issues. That didn't mean that whatever it was wasn't a potential disaster waiting to happen, but Cat was used to disasters. Disasters she could manage.

She stopped in front of the office door and knocked. A moment later, Dr. Foster opened the door.

"Please, come inside," Dr. Foster said.

Cat stepped into the office and dropped down on the couch where she usually set during their sessions, while Dr. Foster took her usual spot in an armchair across from her.

"I hope I didn't alarm you with my text," Dr. Foster said.

"When the woman responsible for Kara's mental health texts me asking for an urgent meeting, it's hard not to be alarmed."

"I'm sorry. This isn't actually about Kara. Or rather, it is, but not the way you think."

"That's not cryptic at all."

Dr. Foster sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm walking a fairly fine ethical line here. The thing is, you are, technically, my employer. You are also my patient. When moved my office here, I handed off my other patients to various therapists specifically so I could be available for Kara as much as possible. Given the unique situation, and how important Kara's mental health is, I think that was the right decision. However, I've run into certain problems, and after what just happened, they need to be addressed."

"What just happened?"

"Over the last few weeks, I've been contacted by several of Kara's friends, asking for therapy sessions. I accepted because I understand the unique security issues involved here. However, at this point, I am already bordering on numerous ethical violations simply because of the fact that I am treating you, Kara, and now several members of her immediate social circle. About an hour ago, I received another request from someone in the building, asking for therapy. Cat, I can't take on everyone in the building as a patient. The entire point of you hiring me full time was to be available for Kara at need. I can't do that if I have a dozen other patients. There is also the conflict in involved in treating multiple members of the same family or group of friends."

"What do you suggest?" Cat asked.

"I need a staff," Dr. Foster said.

"How many people?" Cat asked.

"Five, at least," Dr. Foster said.

"Do you have names of people you'd like to hire?" Cat asked.

"I do," Dr. Foster said.

"They'll need to be put through a telepathic exam by J'onn," Cat said.

"I expected that," Dr. Foster said.

"I'll have an attendant run off to serve as your administrative assistant. We'll coordinate with J'onn to schedule the interviews. Once he signs off, you can bring them on at the same rate I'm paying you. If we need to expand again later, we can."

"Thank you," Dr. Foster said.

"You saved Kara's life. Probably more than once. Whatever you want, whatever you need, you get. Just let me know."

"I'll remember that."

"Good. Is there anything else?"

"Not right now."

"Then I'm going to get back to Kara before something else blows up in our faces."


"Hold the elevator!" Sam called out as she rushed across the lobby of the Solarium. For a moment, she thought her request had fallen on deaf ears, but the doors reversed direction, sliding back open, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She reached the elevator a few seconds later, and stepped inside, and nearly tripped over her own feet when she saw the woman inside. The woman was a bit on the short side, but she had a tall, oval face, with rich, warm brown skin, full lips, perfectly arched eyebrows, a thin nose and a small beauty mark just above the upper lip. The effect was stunning, but what really caught Sam's attention was the eyes. Deep brown eyes. The kind you could just lose yourself in.

The woman tilted her head slightly, giving Sam a puzzled look. "Yes?" she asked.

"Oh," Sam said. "Sorry. Um… seventy-nine, please."

The woman turned and pressed the button for the seventy-nineth floor. The doors closed, and the elevator started climbing its way up the building, but Sam couldn't stop herself from sneaking another look at the woman. The woman turned and looked at her.

"Is there a problem?" she asked.

"No!" Sam said. "I just… I thought I knew everyone in the building."

The woman gave her a small smile. "I don't live here," she said. "I'm Kelly Olsen."

"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize."

"It's okay," Kelly said.

"I'm Sam, by the way. Sam Arias."

"Nice to meet you, Sam," Kelly said.

"I know this is probably weird, coming from a complete stranger, but I'm sorry about James," Sam said.

"You knew him?" Kelly asked.

"Not very well, I'm afraid." Sam said. "I only met him in December, and we'd only talked a couple of times, but he seemed like a great guy, and I know Kara, Lucy and Cat all really liked him."

"He was," Kelly said. "Stubborn, stupid, recklessly brave, but a great guy, and a great brother."

The elevator came to a stop, and the doors started to open.

"Well, this is me," Kelly said.

"Right," Sam said. "See you around."

Kelly stepped off the elevator, and Sam waited until the doors closed to lean forward and bang her head against them.

"Hi. Nice to meet you. Sorry about your dead brother," Sam muttered. "God, I deserve to die single."


Translated from the Kryptonian

dusylgiv
a common food crop from the twilight regions of Krypton. The plants themselves are red, like a great deal of Kryptonian foliage, and produce a small, spherical grain which is similar to rye.

kryptahniuo
Kryptonian Language

,ahr,go,jor,
New Argo

zehtiahr
A Kryptonian unit of time roughly equal to 28.7 hours, or 1.20 Earth Days.