I'd found him, Kal-El... he's magnificient, a Kryptonian. I can feel the power, as he's exiting a building.
His steps slows... and turning, his gaze is drawn to mine. He's not as the people that I linked to saw him. No red cape, or clothing bearing his family's crest.
He looks like them, and I probably would have looked him over, if not for my reading his mind, and his energy.
"Kal-El... I'm Lovli-Ilex..." I communicate without words, and he seems taken aback, by my intrusion.
A few passerbys, glance at us, standing there, amongst the moving crowd.
"Who are you?" He responds back, in kind.
"You mean, what am I?"
Silent, he waits for my response. When I offer none, he makes an attempt at reading me, and I block him.
"Is there somewhere that we can talk, privately?"
He's watching me with those beautiful eyes of his, I can't help myself. I'm over to him in an instant. Reaching out to touch him, he stops me, with a hand on my wrist.
No words are needed, as I watch him, as he tries to resist my aura of compliance.
"What are you doing to me?" He asks, with a shake of his head.
"You're strong..." I reply, in reference to his ability to repel my infringement upon his person.
"What are you, you're not human, are you?"
He'd taken me to his home, a muti unit dwelling. "How can you stand the noise, the constant clamoring?"
The people moving about in their homes, the entertainment boxes blaring loudly, the racket that they call music, its annoying.
"I tune them out."
"Yes, but it must be tiring." I state, wandering around his home.
"You didn't answer my question."
Picking up a book, I skim through the pages.
"I'm an "E", from Planet E.54, a combination of human and kryptonian."
"What do you want with me?"
"I was sent here by your grandfather, Seyg-El."
"Why?"
"To bring you back, with me... and a few others." I state, closing the book with a thud.
"My father's, father..."
"Yes."
Sensing the reluctance, confusion, and mistrust in him, I read him, and pick up on the reason.
"There's nothing here for you, we are your people."
I'm your future...
He'd sent me away, a rude, abrupt dismissal, that bothered me. Rejection is something thats new to me, but there's hope.
I don't have a blood control over him, but I have faith, that I can sway him to my way of thinking.
Alone in my home, a mansion is what they call it, with little effort, I'd compelled the owners, to give it to me.
With a smitten smile, they'd gladly given me the rights to the place, left everything as is, and departed. Within a few days, they'll come to their senses, but I have the instrument of ownership, and legally it's mine.
I love this world... and going out into it, I learn everything that I can about it and it's people.