DON'T OWN JL.
Superman was flying high in the air, but not high enough to activate the Talksh defense system,
" I can't see anything through this damn rain." John was floating closer to the ground,
" I know. Let's land and get our bearings." Superman sighed, the first inter planetary mission without Hawkgirl was already a disaster and it hadn't even been a few hours yet. He landed on the ground and nearly slipped, the torrential rain had done a number on some of the plants, but only on a few.
" Look." John was pointing to the broken branches Superman had been eyeing. Without another word they both flew to the first branch and began to work their way down,
" There!" This time Superman pointed out the bushes and they both quickly landed on ether side,
" Flash?" John powered up his ring and used it to comb through the undergrowth,
" Found something." Clark turned and gazed at the small, sliver piece of metal covered with green,
" It's his communicator."
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The halls were tall and seemed to go on for miles, every few steps a torch was present to give light and direction to those who didn't know the area. Batman and J'onn were walking in between Piltya and Diana, who had told the others that if Piltya smirked at her once more they would be finding their own way to Clerig's chamber.
" Wait here, I'll go announce your presence." Piltya shethed his sword and walked in through the golden double doors. The doors slammed shut and Diana narrowed her eyes angrily at them,
" We don't have time for this." She announced,
" We'll make time. John and Clark can take care of the rest." He held her gaze a few moments longer, so she would receive his hidden message.
" Clerig will see you now." A young girl opened one of the doors and beckoned them in. The room was large and fairly warm compared to the halls. Tapestries adorned most of the free space of the walls and in the middle of the room was a large bronze throne, occupied by a middle-aged man, who was wearing a deep green robe. Three seats were placed across from the man and a old wooden table was in between. The table was littered with maps and parchments. Old wine goblets could also be found. Batman's eye was caught by one paper in particular, it looked like an Aldrian newspaper and several of the word he didn't recognize, but the picture was clear enough
WINGED CREATURE SAVES NEARBY KLOTSA. PADU EST LEFT FOR DEAD.
The picture was dark and rough, but Bruce could almost make out the electric mace. It couldn't be her, could it?
" I see that Myusa has caught your attention."
" Myusa?"
" It means Angel of Sorrow. Please sit." With Diana and J'onn both looking at him, the trio took their seats,
" I am sorry to hear about your friend, The Flash." Diana shot Pilyta a nasty glare, which he answered with a smirk. Clerig did not to seem to notice the tension between the two,
" Pilyta, report to sector one. Make sure all of the non- warriors and children are away from the area."
" By your command." The response triggered the same reaction among the Leaguers, each sat up straighter and were now shifting their eyes around.
" The Talksh are supposed to strike there next. But please allow me to make retribution for the loss of your comrade. I did not realize that the Talksh's defense was still active."
" That's alright, there's no need for retribution. We're not sure if he's dead or not."
" But he fell from such a great height—"
" Clerig, you called us here for a reason." Batman tapped one of the maps,
" Oh, yes of course. As you know our boundaries are being forced down, we are losing more and more land each day. We just need some assistance until our support troops come down from one of our most distant territories. They should be here in two of our days." Batman nodded curtly and redirected his finger to point at the article,
" What else can you tell me about this?" Clerig stared at the article and picked up a paper next to it,
" She is called Myusa. Myusa arrived one moon ago and we have yet to get a clear picture of her. Myusa has saved many of our people and has destroyed several of the Talksh's base camps. It is believed that Myusa is the one promised to us by our god, Holjat."
" Promised to you?"
" Holjat is our protector, but in order to protect the entire planet, he must remain in the sky. And to guard the smaller regions, he will send four great warriors. Fuyra to the East, Jilop for the West, Decrek in the North and Myusa to guard the South."
He gazed sadly downward, " I fear that now Myusa has appeared then Decrek will also emerge to battle her." He stood up and walked to the largest tapestry,
" It is foretold that once Myusa appears, she will be joined by others and they will do battle with Decrek and his army. Although it does not state who will win, several will perish on both sides" He sat back in front of the League and laughed heartily
" Of course this is just a myth that the elders still enjoying telling to scare anyone who'll listen. We have long since discontinued such radical beliefs." He smiled at the League,
" I will have scouts escort you and help with your search."
" How did—"
" There are few things that I do not know."
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Flash groaned and felt himself being dragged away from his crash site. His feet were bound and he was gagged. The two guys dragging him were making no effort to avoid rocks or other sharp objects. After a few minutes the group stopped and Flash was hauled to his feet, bringing him eye to eye with a warrior from Northern Aldria,
" Who is this?" The question was directed to one of the men holding him,
" He fell from the sky." The man grinned and brought his face closer to Flash's,
" And do you have a name, child?" The gag was removed and Flash was dropped to the ground, pain shot up his body and he slumped over, but still managed to stay seated upright,
" I'm not a child." A guard kicked him in the side and Flash let out a yell,
" You are a male and you are not yet a warrior. Therefore you are a child. Now state your name."
" Flash. Where the hell am I?" The guard pulled his foot back, but the main man held up a hand to stop him,
" So you are not Decrek…hmmm…execute him." Flash sat up straighter,
" WHAT?" A scout came running up, panting hard,
" My lord Isasa, two warriors from the South are searching the area where this one was found. They are coming this way." Isasa growled and grabbed Flash's arm, causing another cry of pain from the younger man. He ripped off one glove from his costume, taking fabric from the elbow then downward. Straightening he tossed the glove to the scout who had just appeared at his side,
" Wait until after the execution, dip that in his blood then leave it for them to find. We will burn the body." Flash was yanked to his feet once more and led to a cluster of trees. The bounds on his feet were cut and retied onto two separate trees, as were his hands. He hissed in pain and realized with a numbing sort of sadness that his ankle was sprained.
" C'mon guys, is this really necessary? What did I do?" Isasa walked forward and held up the glove,
" You are a South Aldria supporter. You will share the same fate we give spies. Death." He snapped his fingers and three guards began training their guns on him.
" On three. One, two, three."
Four blasts rang out through the forest.
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A/N: THREE GUARDS, FOUR BLASTS…HMMMMMMMMMMMMM