(A/N: hey, all! WHEW, it has been a WHILE. Writers Block, I hate you. Anyway, this will pull some from the episode Heritage with some much needed twists, and from a Kryptonian Holiday/Festival I discovered on a CBR article. Doyle Kryptonian and Phonetics will be used)
Clark's pov
It had been a few days since Jordan's powers had begun to develop, and I had wanted to take him up North for testing and just to teach him about his Heritage. This was a very worthy excuse to skip out on his first day of school at Smallville High, even if it meant it would be the first day he and Jon would be starting school separately. I heard Jon say to my wife
"So, Jord gets to go flying with Dad, and I have to go to school with you?"
Trying to cheer up our son, she smiled
"At least we have the radio."
Her efforts did not even stand a chance, because Jordan spoke next
"Dad, this isn't right. Powers or not, Jon's Kryptonian, same as us. Why does he have to miss out on his HERITAGE?! Are you really going to deny him that? You can easily fly us both there."
Seeing my son was correct, I sighed, and berated myself inwardly for the colossal mistake Jordan helped me avoid, especially after seeing the look of hope and excitement on Jon's face. He spoke with an enthusiasm to rival a kid on Christmas morning
"Can I, Dad?! Please?"
Losing my resolve, I nodded
"Get dressed in winter clothes, and we'll go to the Fortress."
The flight was short, and the boys enjoyed themselves, which is all that mattered to me. Once we touched the ground, I led them to the entrance of the legendary HQ of Superman, the Fortress of Solitude. I was not surpised by the fact that the cold did not bother Jordan as much as it normally would have, but made a point to keep Jon close, to scyphen off my heat. The somewhat futuristic abode had a holographic display that caught the boys' attention, with them saying in unison and marvel as the images shifted
"A globe! A country! No, a planet! No, a city!"
Their correct guesses to each image stopped at the loud and echoing voice of Jor-El's AI
"Welcome, Kal. Welcome, Jon-El and Jor-El. I am your grandfather Jor-El of Krypton. Grandfather in our language, Kryptonian, is Ceogi, and your Grandmother, Lara Lor-Van, is to be known as Uzeju. I believe you know Uki and Jeju are Father and Mother. The story of your ancestors begins in the second largest city on Krypton, Kryptonopolis. Where the Houses of El and Van once stood proudly, serving their people in politics, military and scientific capacities. I will also teach you, as I did your father, all the knowledge amassed from all 28 galaxies, including your own planet, Earth. See, it was even a tradition, a rite of passage for the men of the House of El to have a walkabout on Earth as the reached manhood. It was not by accident that your father was sent there as a baby.I already knew it would be a great place. Not only because your sun, a yellow and younger one, would grant him powers that our older, red sun Rao, could not. He would also never suffer illness or injury. He was sent long before his walkabout was upon him, though; because our planet was set to be destroyed, its core became unstable as we had long reduced its resources to zero. But there is much more to teach you."
Having heard this many a times before, I tuned my Dad out and experienced the lesson through the eyes and ears of my sons, ecstatic to be learning more of their otherwise forgotten culture. My fathers AI was begining to impart the knowledge of cultural celebrations when a call for help reached my ears. Having heard it, Jor-El stopped the lesson and said
"Go, my child. We will be here when you return."
My sons nodded, and I went, not knowing just how immersed in their Kryptonian roots my Father was getting my sons.
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