Hello, and welcome to Against The Tide. This is my first fanfiction ever written so reviews are more than welcome. If you have any positive feedback, please leave a comment. If you have any criticisms and suggestions for improving my writing and storytelling, I will be more than happy to hear and receive them.
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Chapter Notes:
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This is my first fanfiction ever written. This work is Cross-Posted on AO3 under the same name and title (Now also on SpaceBattles). I have already posted 50 chapters on AO3, you can go watch if you want and see the many images used to enhance the story๐. I am taking my courage in both hands to post here on FF net.
The first three chapter take place on Krypton. If you want (readers) to skip to the Remnant part go to chapter 4, this is where the story truly begins.
Chapter 1: Birthright Part 1
๐ธ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐โฆ
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐โฆ?
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐... ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐, ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข.
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Sent away to be saved, a dying child and his good boy are rescued by one of the most eccentric families around.
Follow our favorite vomit boy as he is dragged through life and much, much worse... Here is where it all began.
This is a 'What If?' where Jaune Arc is born Kal-El in a large Amalgam Universe of many. Expect many adventures across realities before he can even reach the Beacon Academy story arc. In this story, aliens are exactly that: aliens, with alien cultures and VERY different biology. And not a copy/paste of human with a different color.
Expect advanced science and a more defined fantasy than just using the term Magic everywhere. Romance will come much later in the story (Polyamorous). Jaune Centric sees by other characters.
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โBirthrightโ
-๐ผ ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ -
"๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐บ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด ๐๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ข๐ญ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ."
๐ โ๐ โ๐ โ๐ โ
-๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐ต๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.-
-๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐น, ๐๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐ก๐ข, ๐๐ฐ๐พ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐, ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐-
-๐บ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ด๐ป, ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐-
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-Jor-EL & Lara Lor-VAN-
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His hand reached forward, almost forgetting the hard light barrier shielding him from the harsh environment of Krypton.
Jor-El's eyes now looked up towards the distant stars that went beyond his line of sight.
All he has now are hopes and dreams, a vision, a way to save their world.
Traitorous thoughts entered his mind. "Heresy", it whispered to him.
"Jor." He turned back around to see his Lara march over towards him, "So tell me." she said just as he opened his mouth to speak, causing him to pause and raise his eyebrows at her.
"Am I so transparent?" he asked. Her only response was a playful smile. "I apologise." Jor-El politely responded. How could he forget? Psionics Empaths, capable of sensing emotions in every living thing, you didn't stand a chance Jor-El, he chuckled.
"Don't be," She started after delicately placing her hands on each side of his face, "I can feel it, your mind, clouded by fear and doubts. Tell me whatever it is that has absorbed your mind so entirely these past cycles."
Jor tried to, struggling to verbalise his own thoughts, he found that he was as lost as she probably was. Pregnancy is a mystery to them, there are only a few records kept from when natural birth was allowed on their world. He gently rubbed his hand across her belly.
"Jor." She asked faintly, Jor-El, her brilliant, reckless, gentle Jor, wrapped both hands around the growing bump, his grip both gentle and protective. Not answering right away, Jor-El once again looked out to gaze at the stars.
"Natural births are... were considered dangerous, for mother and child. Too many variables and unknowns." Somewhere along the way, their world had lost true love. "Children born without careful planning and genetic assignment are now one of the greater forms of heresy since..." He said, shaking his head.
"He will not be another Doomsday." Lara said and softly touched his face.
"you're right, my love." Leaning into her hand. "I believe it could be something new and unique, something no Kryptonian has understood in ages. How can we know what, when it's been several millennia since a natural birth took place?" Lara raised an eyebrow at his words, but said nothing. "We've grown so dependent on planning that we've forgotten love. We'veโฆ forgotten Hope."
"We still have love." She said after caressing his lips. "We still have Hope." Then tapping with an elegant finger the symbol on his chest.
Just as he opened his mouth, he gave pause... wait what? His analytical mind stopped him in his tracks.
"He? Are we sure now?" With a smile, Lara gives him an incredulous look and is tempted to promptly start to check him over for a head injury or an extra-dimensional parasiteโฆ
For Jor-El, the world whites out for a moment.
He breathed a laugh, Then, like a madman he tore off towards his makeshift scanner, fumbled with it to no avail and finally forced his fingers to be steady enough to get a proper reading.
"What in Rao's name are you doing?" Only for someone to shake his shoulders. Jor-El prided himself on doing some of his best work under pressure... Most of the time. A grin grew across Lara's face. Taking the scanner from him to drop it back on the workshop table, She guided his hands back to her pregnant belly. "Kal," She whispered. "Kal-EL, our star child, Jor." a life is inside of her.
Her Dheronian blood show itself as she whispered in his mind how much she love him, her eyes became a little brighter as more light was emanating from them. Objects around the room started to levitate when her lips met his.
"Lawra!" His lips still stuck to hers, a laugh left his throat.
"I have needs Jor-El!" She just couldn't help it, she found her emotions hard to manage. Once she was with child, her body would go through changes. Some of them were beautiful and mysterious... Others, uncomfortable or even painful.
"Massages?" Jor said, trying to placate his mate, only to be filled with dread at her expression, and a little bit of arousal. Scaroused?
Feeling his thoughts and emotions, Lara smiled predatorily. Mistakes were made.
-A night later-
โ
"Kal-EL". he thought to himself. He felt Lara stir slightly on his chest from these thoughts. Jor said nothing, nor moved, he closed his eyes and focused. He opened his meridians and himself to the Shreearr, the life force of the universe, or like many Celestial beings call it, the "Force".
And he immediately knew it was, for lack of a better word, right.
"Kal-El, my son." The Shreearr to him looks like the darkest of night where only the stars are visible. The tapestry of stars stretches into infinity. Gently pulsating White and Blue lights filled the corner of his mind-eye โฆ The soul and spirit, respectively, of his son.
"Our son." A voice without sound echoed in his mind. The psyche of his mate so close to his own.
He reopened his eyes, to see Lara's beautiful and pleased face.
"Losing yourself to the cosmos?" Lara said with a radiant smile. Jor blinked at that and took a moment, he smiled and shook his head.
His journey to the Valley of Juru, to seek guidance at the site of power of the Religious Guild, to Thul-Kar and the group of mystics known as the Wizards of Juru, did and still served him well. But even with all the Mind-art in the cosmos, his wife still managed to read him like a book.
"You can sense him, don't you?" Lara asked.
"Yesโฆ his hearts aren't even yet formed, but his little soul is already so strong."
Between their Psionics, Jor's ancestry, Lara's Dheronian deviant genes... Where the conception took place and the nature of it, there was no denying the child's potential.
Lara thought back to where it all started. A simple study and reconnaissance into another plane of existence. They were no stranger to each other at the time, their relation was and still is unknown to many. Zod took pity on the secret couple, and "assigned" Lara Lor-Van, one of his subordinates at the time as a guardian to Jor-El for his 4 cycles long expedition.
Conceived in the Ecto-Ship by... "accident",
In one of their deep survey of the Phantom Zone;
The territory of twilight and kingdom of shadows.
When, let's say... By that point in the exploration, reason had gone out the window.
No one could prove that, and Jor will die on that hill before admitting anything.
โ
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-3 cycles ago.-
-The Phantom Zone-
It started with the most innocuous of things. A certain tightness when her armored bodysuit bonded itself to her, a tightness that she had not ever felt, and for a few months Lara just wondered at the oddity. Then her analytical mind drew a correlation. "No...it's only the Zone playing with my mind."
"๐๐ค ๐๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ."
The Aethyr whispered.
Her screams were heard throughout the ship and beyond, her mind shook from the presence and voice of the Entity.
She felt and saw Jor-El punch through the reinforced bulkheads of the ship to get to her, it took less than a second for him to be there. What she saw him wear were the most advanced pieces of combat hardware she has ever behold.
"Hiding such treasures from her!? Nuh-uh! There will be a reckoning Jor-El!" She thought in her pain and delirium. Words and sentences escaped her. As she reached for him, the only things that came out of her throat were whimpers and sobs.
Finally crying herself to sleep after hours of incoherent, unintelligible and hysterical delirious babbling, Jor-El order Kelex and Kelor to scan the ship for any intrusion, to verify every temporal and causality shields and protections, to reinforce them well beyond maximum capability and repair the damages sustained.
Reparations and structural reinforcements are done in minutes, the more esoteric work takes a little longer. The scans... Jor-El could only watch in horror at the data given by Kelex. The Entity could come and go without impunity. All their protections only worked against the effects of the Zone, not the Zone Itself.
"๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐ฉ๐จ ๐ข๐๐๐ฃ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฃ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ ."
The cold sensation of pain between his eyes lasts for barely a second, for a Kryptonian of the caliber of Jor-El, that second lasts an eternity. That pain is nothing to the dread Jor felt. They stepped into the domain of a God without showing proper respect.
"๐๐ค ๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐๐๐... ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ ๐๐ข ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐ฟ ๐จ๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ."
"๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐จ, ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐."
"๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ข๐๐๐ฃ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐จ๐ค๐ช๐ก ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃโฆ"
"๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ค, ๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฉ๐จ ๐๐ญ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฃ."
Jor-El knew this was not the kind of being you wanted to angerโฆ He said nothing, for fear of angering the being and Lara ceasing to exist.
"๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ฎ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ก๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ช๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ, ๐พ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ผ๐."
"Then why intervene only now?" Jor-El asked the Void.
"๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐, ๐ ๐ค๐ง-๐๐กโฆ ๐๐๐ข๐."
It only took a second before Jor realized what it meant.
"Lara. You want something from her." Whispered Jor-El.
"๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก. ๐๐ค๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ซ๐."
Jor-El's mind was going into overdrive and through simulation after simulation, hundreds if not thousands of possibilities were set aside within much less time it took for him to blink. His instincts, for the second time that day ("Day is relative here, Jor.") screamed, telling him to see what is just in front of him. No, said his Kryptonian mind.
"No, no-"
"๐๐๐จ."
It has been 804.278 cycles, nearly a million years since artificial population control was established. "Our people should be-"
"๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐ก๐? ๐ฝ๐๐ง๐ง๐๐ฃ?"
"๐๐ค๐ช ๐ข๐๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐จ ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐, ๐ฎ๐๐จ. ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ก๐ช๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ช๐๐๐ฉ ๐ข๐. ๐๐ค ๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉโฆ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ฌ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ."
"Difficult or improbable, but not impossible." Jor said to himself.
Even in the most hopeless and harshest conditions, life doesn't stop when you take a new road. Evolution will have its due, one way or another. Jor prayed, but he knew the toll to pay would be more than heavy, he prayed that Lara didn't have to pay it in full.
"๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฉ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐."
"What about the child?" Jor asked, silence is the only answer he got. "Please noโฆ" Despair starts to set in, hope slowly becomes a distant light.
"๐พ๐๐ก๐ข ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ."
"๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐ง๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐จ. ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฉ. ๐ฟ๐ค ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ช๐จ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ง."
"๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฉ."
"๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ง ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ง ๐๐ช๐๐ก๐, ๐จ๐ค ๐ช๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ."
"๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค?"
What could he do? What options did he have? ...What did he have?
Knowledge, near infinite resources, artifacts of time immemorial. "The Vaults!" Collected upon millions of years, by the most ancient and noble house in Krypton history. His house! The Dynasty of EL as it was called in the far past. After a deep breath, his resolve reignited, his Psionic alighted like a nova; his brain, a star. The Phantom Zone trembled to its foundation.
A path is clear, and may RAO have mercy on anyone standing in his way. For he will have none. "Even for YOU."
"๐๐๐๐๐, ๐จ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ค๐ ๐๐."
"๐๐ค๐ง ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค ๐๐๐จ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ช๐ง๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ข๐ช๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐, ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ง๐'๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ."
Pondering on these words for an instant, "What did you do?" Jor asked.
"๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐. ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ค ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ช๐ง๐ซ๐๐ซ๐."
"I need more information, more than some vague answers." Jor-El said, shaking his head. He had enough from the council and his brother Zor-El. "Politics can kiss my ass." Are his thoughts on the subject. "Breath Jor, do not think of how much you want to punch your brother in the face, him and more than half of the Law council's members."
How could Zod stand to be in the Legislation Chamber nearly every day without shooting High Eminence Ro-Zar in the face... was beyond his understanding.
And as he thought of his brother, his fist clenched remembering the tears on Kara's face after what Zor did to her mother, to Alura. He remembers how Alura's twin sister, Astra, gave Zor the most humiliating beat-down of the millennium. Small woman or not, you just don't mess with a general's sister. Since then, Zor's access to the citadel has become extremely regulated.
"Only for the snake to roam the council chamber and thinker Guild primary hall like the parasite he is."
Returning to his present, Jor-El asked. "No obscure or cryptic explanations, I want the truth."
It took some time for the Entity to respond.
"๐๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก. ๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ?"
"The gods of old and their fall? What do myths and legends have to do with anything?" It wasn't Jor-el's voice who asked, but Lara's.
Jor-El rushed to her, she looked exhausted and her hair seemed to alternate between golden blonde and dark brown. Her fatigue appeared to play havoc with her Dheronian genes. Or is it the pregnancy? He needed her in his lab yesterday!
"Are you well? Do you feel better?" Asked Jor in quick succession.
"I feel terrible. Like my stomach wants to get out of me." She responded, Lara hiding her face in her mate's chest. A little reassured, he gently pushed Lara back to see her face and asked her.
"I like what you're doing with your hair. Is it in vogue in Argo city?"
"Ugh!" She expressed. Her forehead smacked his chest with more force to make her point clear. Action she regretted immediately, as he was still wearing armor more advanced that is standard even in the most elite eradicator forces of Krypton.
"Ouch." She said pitifully, to Jor amused snort. "Hush, you dork." She said as she looked him in his eyes as their minds connected. His recent memories were open to her, it took a short time for Lara to review them and it confirmed her fears. She cradled the bump forming in her belly, unsure of what to do, unsure on how to react. Jor said nothing, for himself, knows no better.
"๐๐๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ช๐?"
"Yes, please, and excuse Jor-El for his lack of decorum." She said, trying to hide her embarrassment, only to fail miserably.
"๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐ข ๐ ๐จ๐ค๐๐๐๐ก ๐ข๐๐จ๐๐๐ฉ. ๐๐ค ๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ, ๐๐๐๐ก๐. ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐๐ช๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ."
"๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ๐๐ก๐."
Mortified by the revelation, Lara hid her embarrassed face in Jor's chest, smacking her face even harder than before. "Ouch."
"๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ง. ๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐ฅ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ผ๐'๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ก๐จ... ๐๐ง ๐๐ค๐๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข, ๐ง๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ช๐๐ก๐๐๐ง."
The name was spoken with so much hatred, disdain and contempt, that reality around them rippled.
"๐๐ค๐ก๐ก๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ ๐พ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐๐๐จ๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐ค๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฃ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐จ, ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ค๐ฃ-๐๐ค๐, ๐๐ฃ๐..."
"๐ต๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ฅ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง. ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐๐ง ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐ฃ๐๐ข๐."
"๐๐ค๐ช ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐ก๐จ๐๐ง๐ข๐ฑ."
Sorrow and regrets were felt in its voice. Even if there were no such thing as a voice to be heard.
"๐๐ก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง๐, ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐๐ญ, ๐จ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ง๐๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐จ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ฃ, ๐๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐. ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ง ๐ฟ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐๐ญ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ข, ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ก ๐๐๐ก๐๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ฎ, ๐๐ญ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ง๐๐๐ช๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ง๐ช๐๐ฃ๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐จ๐๐๐จ. ๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ค๐ง๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ก๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ง'๐จ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง, ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ช๐๐ก๐ฉ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ ๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ข ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐จ."
"๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ก๐๐จ๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ."
"๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐'๐จ ๐ฃ๐๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ."
"๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ, ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ง๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ก๐๐จ๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง'๐จ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ก๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ก๐๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ข ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฉ๐จ."
"๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ข๐ช๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ช๐๐๐ฉ๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ก๐ค๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐๐. ๐ ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐๐, ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ."
"๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ค๐ ๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐จ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ค๐ ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ญ-๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ช๐จ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข ๐๐จ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ ๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ก๐๐จ๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐จ. ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ช๐๐จ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ ๐๐ญ-๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฉ ๐ก๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ง. ๐ผ๐จ ๐๐ค๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ ๐ง๐๐จ๐๐ง๐ซ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ฅ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง. ๐๐๐จ ๐ก๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฉ."
"๐๐ก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง๐, ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฉ."
"๐๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐จ ๐จ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐, ๐๐๐ช๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ง๐ค๐ฉ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐ช๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ, ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฃ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐จ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐๐ญ."
"..."
"๐๐๐๐ฃ, ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐๐."
"๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐."
"๐๐, ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ , ๐๐จ ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฉ, ๐๐๐ช๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ข ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ญ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐. ๐๐, ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ก๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ค๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ. ๐๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ฉ๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก. ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ข๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง๐, ๐๐๐ช๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ค ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ฃ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง."
"๐๐, ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ก ๐๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐๐ญ. ๐๐, ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ช๐ข๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ง๐ฃ๐๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ค๐ฌ๐จ, ๐๐ค๐ช๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐จ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ฎ. ๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฉ."
"๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ ๐ ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ข, ๐ ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐, ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ก๐๐ฃ..."
"๐๐ฎ โ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐๐๐!"
"โฆ"
"๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง๐...๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐จ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ ."
"๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐๐ง, ๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ฃ."
"๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐."
"..."
"๐๐๐ ๐ง๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ฉ."
After a good minute absorbing what the Entity had said, a shocked Jor spoke.
"Wegthor's destruction by Jax-Ur. The pursuit of the Dark Phoenix by the capital ship of Admiral Zod (General Dru-Zod's ancestor), and its armada of Sunstone ships. The armada came back, but Admiral Zod and his Ship, the Doomsday, never did." Jor sighed, and continued. "And we thought that it was our fault, that the moon was a prison for the Dark Phoenix, that in our hubris and greed we released it." Anger shown on Jor's face.
"We lost so much when sunstone technology was bannedโฆ Millions, if not billions of years of research and advancement LOST to the sand of time, because religious zealots deemed it heretech." Lara said.
The couple was pissed, but not as much as the Aethyr still is.
"๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ก๐ค๐จ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ฎ."
Some more than others. Lara and Jor realized.
"What does it have to do with us, with this child being as much as yours than ours?" Lara asked, scared of the implications of such a story.
"๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฎ ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐๐๐จ, ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐จ๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ค๐ฃ๐. ๐ผ๐ก๐ก ๐๐ค๐ง๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐. ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐จ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐๐ก๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ."
"๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ค๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐ฉ๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐จ ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ช๐๐ก๐ฉ ๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐."
"๐๐ค ๐ข๐."
"โฆ"
"๐๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐. ๐๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ข๐๐ฎ ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ข๐๐. ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐จ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ก๐๐ซ๐."
More questions, one in particular at the forefront of Lara's mind. One who gave her shivers.
"The Nightwing?" Lara's voice trembled.
"๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค."
"๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐จ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐๐๐ข ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐. ๐๐๐ก๐กโฆ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ฉ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ฉ, ๐๐๐ง๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ค๐..."
"..."
"๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐ก๐ข๐ค๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ข. ๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ. ๐๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐ง๐ช๐ฃ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐จ."
"๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ก๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ช๐จ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐จ๐ค๐ฃ."
"..."
"๐ฟ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ก๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ค๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ก๐๐จ๐จ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐๐ก๐?"
"๐๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก, ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐, ๐๐๐จ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐๐ง๐จ, ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐?"
After a pregnant pause, it... no, she, started again.
"๐๐! ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ!"
"๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐ก๐ค๐ง๐๐ค๐ช๐จ!"
"๐ผ๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐จ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ค๐๐๐จ."
"...๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐ก๐ก."
"๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ง๐. ๐ ๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ข๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ข ๐๐จ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐. ๐พ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฃ๐, ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง๐, ๐ง๐๐ฃ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐๐ง ๐ก๐๐๐, ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฏ๐๐ฃ ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ข, ๐๐๐ฎ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ง๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ญ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐."
"๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐๐จ๐ช๐๐ก๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ฎ. ๐๐ช๐๐, ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐๐๐จ๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฃ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฎ๐๐."
"๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ก๐."
What happens next can only be described as if a wound in unreality appeared before Lara and Jor-El. If they weren't Kryptonians, their minds would have collapsed from the sheer pressure this paradox of inexistence brought with it.
And through that impossibility step out the Void, Darkness, clothed like a woman.
"By the stars, it's hard to keep focus on her, like our eyes keep sliding off of her." Lara thought, as her mind kept telling her that there is nothing to see here, that nothing around her was real. Lara turned her eyes and psyche to Jor-El. "Was his mind always that shiny?" He didn't seem to have great difficulty against whatever effect is/was/will be/not at play hereโฆ
"Damned it!" She looks back at theโฆ Woman, grief is what she saw and felt emanating from the Entity.
"๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌโฆ ๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐จ๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐จ๐ค๐ฃ. ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ค, ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ."
"Then what did you do?" Jor gently asked the mourning Entity.
"๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐ช๐ง๐ซ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ค๐ข๐. ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฃ."
"โฆ"
"๐๐ค๐ช, ๐๐๐ง๐, ๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ค๐ง๐ฉ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐ก๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฌ๐๐ฎ. ๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ง๐, ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค ๐ช๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ค๐ง ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐จ, ๐ฃ๐ค ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐จ. ๐๐ฉ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ช๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐๐ก ๐ฃ๐ช๐ก๐ก ๐๐ง๐๐."
"๐ผ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐, ๐๐๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ค๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐๐ฎ๐จ๐๐๐๐ก ๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐๐ก. ๐ผ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐ก๐๐จ๐จ ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ, ๐๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐... ๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐๐. ๐ผ๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ก ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ข ๐ค๐ช๐ฉ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐/๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ช๐ช๐ข. ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐ค๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐จ๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐ก๐."
"๐๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ. ๐๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ค๐ข ๐ค๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ค๐ฌ๐จ."
"๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐ก๐ฎ, ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ช๐ง๐๐ค๐จ๐๐ฉ๐ฎ."
"๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ, ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐, ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฃ๐. ๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ค๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐."
"๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ, ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช."
"โฆ"
"๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ค๐ข ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐จ. ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ค. ๐๐๐ง๐, ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐จ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ง๐๐จ๐ฉ๐จ."
"๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ ๐๐ช๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ข. ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐, ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ช๐ง๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ก๐."
"๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐, ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐จ๐จ๐๐จ ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ."
"๐๐๐ง๐จ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐, ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ก๐ก. ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ข ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐จ."
"๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐ฉ, ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐."
"โฆ"
Lara was as lost, and excited as she was terrified. "Breath Lara, calm your mind." That was a lot to take in, "I am pregnant," are her only thoughts... "Come on Lara, you are going to be a mother, say something!"
"Somethingโฆ" Muttered Laraโฆ "Nailed it, Great job Lara."
"Doomed?" Jor said at the same time, "thank you Jor." Fortunately, for him Lara came to the rescueโฆ "yeah let's go with that."
"What was it about Krypton and doom?" Apprehensive ,Lara asked. The Entity smiled at Lara. "Bustedโฆ"
"๐๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐."
"๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ'๐จ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ ๐ช๐ฃ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐ก๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ. ๐๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐ฉ'๐จ ๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐๐ก ๐ง๐๐จ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ก๐ฎ ๐ ๐ข๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐ช๐ข."
Lara and Jor gasped in horror at the madness and betrayal. Why? And how could they do such a thing.
Realization hit Jor-El, only for Lara to have felt the distress of her mate.
"The green plague?" she asked, feeling his thoughts.
"Yes. The mineral must have been dispersed into the atmosphere when they started excavating and mining the core. They are responsible for the kryptonite poisoning, which caused the millions of deaths the labourer guild suffered." Jor could barely believe what they had done. "It wasn't an accident. The population had, at the time, exploded, and with a shortage of resourcesโฆ Accidental population control and cleansing." Horror in his voice.
"Why?" whispered Lara, unable to comprehend how someone could cause so much death.
"๐๐ง๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐จ๐ข. ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ก๐จ?"
"๐๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐๐จ๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐. ๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ, ๐ฃ๐ค๐ง ๐จ๐ก๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ค๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ก๐ง๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐."
"๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐. ๐๐ค๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ."
"๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐จ ๐๐ก๐ง๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐."
"๐พ๐ก๐ค๐จ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐."
"Can you give us namesโฆ And maybe how much time we have left? Please?" timidly asked Lara.
"๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ๐, ๐ช๐ฃ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐จ, ๐ ๐๐ค ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ช๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ."
"Yes!" Jor-El thought. "Finally an Entity who can clearly express itself without stabbing you in the back, and showing a level of humili-"
"๐๐ค๐ง ๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ฎ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ."
"You spoke too soon Jor-El." Jor snorted.
"๐ ๐ง๐๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ."
"โฆ"
"๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ก๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ."
"๐๐ค๐ฃ, ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ค๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฏ๐๐."
"๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐จ, ๐ผ๐ก๐ช๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ผ๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ-๐๐."
"๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ง๐๐ก๐ฟ๐ง๐ช-๐๐ค๐, ๐๐๐จ ๐ข๐๐ฉ๐, ๐๐ง๐จ๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ข๐จ ๐ข๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐๐ก ๐๐ช๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐๐-๐๐ก."
"๐๐ช๐ ๐พ๐ค๐ข๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ค๐ง-๐ผ๐ฃ, ๐ฟ๐๐ซ-๐๐ข ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ค๐ฉ, ๐พ๐๐ง-๐๐๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ง, ๐๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ข-๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ."
"..."
"๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐๐ก๐ง๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ค๐ฌ๐จ."
"๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ค๐ง-๐๐ก ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ, ๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ผ๐ -๐๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง, ๐ก๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐๐ช๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ง, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐พ๐ค๐ก๐ช๐๐ฃ, ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ค๐ช๐จ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐๐จ ๐ฝ๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ 8 ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐ฉ ๐พ๐ค๐ก๐ช ๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐จ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐."
"๐๐๐ค๐จ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ก๐จ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐จ, ๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐จ๐๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ฃ."
"๐๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ซ๐, ๐ฎ๐๐จ. ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ค๐ง๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ง๐๐จ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐๐๐๐ช๐ก, ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐."
"โฆ"
"๐ฝ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ช๐ก ๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค."
"๐๐ค๐ง-๐๐ก ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ฃ, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ค-๐๐๐ง, ๐๐ค๐ง-๐๐ข ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ช๐จ๐ช๐ง๐ฅ๐๐ง, ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐-๐ผ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ค๐ช๐จ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ก๐ค๐ฉ."
"๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐."
"โฆ"
"๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐๐๐ง๐จ, 4 ๐๐ฎ๐๐ก๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐๐จ๐. ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ง๐ฉ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ฎโฆ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐๐ก ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐จ 5 ๐๐ฎ๐๐ก๐๐จ."
Grabbing a hold of Jor as a wave of dizziness took her, fingers unconsciously twitching. She felt Jor's muscles hardening as she Pulled tighter against him.
Jor clenches his jaw and asks, "What can we do to preventโฆ" The rest is left unsaid. Tears built up in Lara's eyes, and a sense of coldness took over them.
"๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐ค๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ง, ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ช๐ง๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ. ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ข."
"โฆ"
"๐๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ข."
"Wait! Please!" Jor-El said "Is the birthing process difficult?" At this question the Entity nods.
"Is she going to be alright?" Jor asked, watching as his wife's hair goes through colors and glows, flowing around as if it had a mind on its own.
"..."
"๐ผ๐ก๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ? ๐๐ค, ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ฃ'๐ฉ. ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ, ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ... ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ง๐ค๐ข๐๐จ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ซ๐. ๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก... ๐๐๐ซ๐, ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ, ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง." "Thank you."Jor said, and for the first time since the Entity had arrived, a genuine smile appeared on her face as she nodded to him.
"๐๐ค. ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช, ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ โ๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ฃ ๐ค๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ฎ."
"๐๐ค๐ค๐๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐ก๐ช๐๐ ."
"..."
๐ โ๐ โ๐ โ๐ โ
Chapter End Notes:
Hello there!
This is my first fanfiction ever written, English is not my first language, and if I make mistakes, please tell me.
I hope you found the beginning of the beginning intriguing. Anyway, there will be more chapters posted as the days go by, and like I said; is Cross-Posted on AO3 under the same Fic name. I have already posted 50 chapters there, each chapter with many images for the immersion.
Jaune/Kal will have a Polyamorous relationship with... Yes; many partners, all will have a voice and won't serve as a simple fling to just serve our ego/Monkey Brain. I do romance and s3x! Not p0rn! (If you want the uncensored version, you need to go to my story on AO3.
And yes, whatever we want it or not... Kryptonians are OP as f*ck... and it becomes so much worst when they reach their full potential. Expect to see some of the few more obscur powers of Superman pop up during this story.
I have to warn now, there will be a lot of worldbuilding, but also is no Plot-Armor. Without Plot Armor... No one is safe. NO ONE...
It's ๐๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐๐ฒ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐๐ข๐ฑ โ๐ข๐จ๐ฑ...
"I Believe whatever Doesn't Kill You, Simply Makes You... Stranger." โJoker
Thanks for reading everyone. Until next time.