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.
This is a 'What If?' where Jaune Arc is born Kal-El in a large Amalgam Universe of many, but also of a What if where he is more alien looking than he is in the comics and movies. 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.
This is about the eldritch mind of an alien child who ages much slower than humans and is partially been raised by a short-live species, this is about someone who will see tragedy...
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.
This is a long story with many worlds, universes put into one coherent whole. (Or at least as much as I could.) There are many Lore from many stories. RWBY, DC comics, Marvel, FATE, even some Skyrim.
The story is written from the third perspective of the people in it... their perspective is flawed from the get-go, they are unreliable narrator, that IS the point. Both because they have a limited grasp on their immediate reality or because they blame others or do not admit their own flaws and mistakes.
After all, every villain is the hero of their own story.
I know that this story isn't for everyone… and that's okay. If you do not like complex worldbuilding, then this story isn't for you, that is also okay :) . Everyone has his or her preferences. But please, be civile. I know that the Lore of both Dc and Marvel can be more than confusing. Hell, even FATE makes me lose my mind sometimes. I am not arrogant enough to believe that everyone knows these universes' Lore. If you have any difficulty to follow the story I am more than happy to answer any questions, the Wiki Fandom are also a great source of information for those who are not afraid to go deeper into the rabbit hole.
This story explores the multitude of lines between states of being. Something between the many Alien civilizations, Humans, the Meta-Human and Mutant population, a young Angelic Kryptonian, the mortals and not-so mortals around him… I mean, we are in Marvel and Dc universes where immortals, gods and cosmic beings are real things.
This is about adventures and having a little fun—in a harsh and cruel multiverse where there is no Plot-Armor or Plot-Induced-Stupidity.
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I had to delete a quite vicious comment… Something about me sniffing my own farts… Why not! xD
And to you, my dear Anonymous reviewer who has the brain capabilities of a small, mean and spiteful child… yeah, Polyamory+Romance much later on… There will be smut and orgy, Mwahahahaha!... Something I take pride in—is to try to make even these kinds of relationships work. This isn't a Harem, but a Polyamory. Polyamory is not harems. This isn't about Human's cultures only, there are a lot of species and much different cultures in play in this universe and others. So yes... he will have many partners, partners that will have partners, all will have a voice and won't serve as a simple fling to just serve our ego/Monkey Brain. I do romance, love and s3x! Not p0rn!
I will change the rating when that happen... Or not. The uncensored version is still on AO3 and won't move from there.
And for my use of Font… It is only meant to enhance the story… If anyone has a problem reading some texts, then I am sorry about that. It is meant to be different :S
And on these few words; Don't Have a Good Day, Have a Great Day!
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Chapter Notes:
Disclaimer - I make no money what so ever from this work. All rights belong to Marvel, DC and other publishers and creators. I own nothing! Except for my imagination and storytelling.
This is my first fanfiction ever written. This work is Cross-Posted on AO3 under the same name and title. I have already posted 50+ chapters on AO3, you can go watch if you want and see the many images used to enhance the story😁. I am taking my courage in both hands to post here on FF net.
The first three chapter take place on Krypton. The 3 first chapters help with the Lore greatly (like a lot), but if you want (readers) to skip to the Remnant part go to chapter 4, this is where the story begins.
Chapter 1: Birthright Part 1
𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏…
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏…?
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍?
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛?
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏... 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚋𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍, 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚣𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚢.
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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.
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—Birthright—
-𝘼 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠-
"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘌𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦. 𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥."
💠⃟💠⃟💠⃟💠⃟
-𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘.-
-𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝟸𝟾𝟷𝟹, 𝚇𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚢, 𝚁𝙰𝙾 𝚂𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖, 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝙺𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚗-
-𝙺𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝙻, 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛-
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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've… 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 parasite…
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-
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"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 … 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.
"Yes… 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.
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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."
"𝙉𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩."
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.
"𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 ."
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.
"𝙏𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙐𝙇𝙏... 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝘽𝙀𝙔𝙊𝙉𝘿 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨."
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙."
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙪𝙣𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣…"
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤, 𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣."
Jor-El knew this was not the kind of being you wanted to anger… He said nothing, for fear of angering the being and Lara ceasing to exist.
"𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙍𝘼𝙊."
"Then why intervene only now?" Jor-El asked the Void.
"𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙅𝙤𝙧-𝙀𝙡… 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚."
It only took a second before Jor realized what it meant.
"Lara. You want something from her." Whispered Jor-El.
"𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘽𝙊𝙏𝙃 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚."
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-"
"𝙔𝙚𝙨."
It has been 804.278 cycles, nearly a million years since artificial population control was established. "Our people should be-"
"𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚? 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣?"
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙚. 𝙉𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩… 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮."
"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.
"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚."
"What about the child?" Jor asked, silence is the only answer he got. "Please no…" Despair starts to set in, hope slowly becomes a distant light.
"𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠."
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩. 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙀𝙇 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧."
"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩."
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙, 𝙨𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠."
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙙𝙤?"
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."
"𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙀𝙇."
"𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙖'𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨."
Pondering on these words for an instant, "What did you do?" Jor asked.
"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝘼 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚."
"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.
"𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣?"
"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.
"𝙈𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚?"
"Yes, please, and excuse Jor-El for his lack of decorum." She said, trying to hide her embarrassment, only to fail miserably.
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙩. 𝙉𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙. 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣."
"𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛."
Mortified by the revelation, Lara hid her embarrassed face in Jor's chest, smacking her face even harder than before. "Ouch."
"𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧. 𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙍𝘼𝙊'𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨... 𝙊𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙. 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝘝𝘖𝘏𝘊, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧."
The name was spoken with so much hatred, disdain and contempt, that reality around them rippled.
"𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝘾𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙆𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣-𝙜𝙤𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙..."
"𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍, 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚."
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱."
Sorrow and regrets were felt in its voice. Even if there were no such thing as a voice to be heard.
"𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙, 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙭, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣, 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝. 𝙄𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙭 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧, 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨."
"𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩."
"𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘'𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣."
"𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨."
"𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙, 𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩."
"𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙅𝙖𝙭-𝙐𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙨. 𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙅𝙖𝙭-𝙐𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙚𝙜𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧. 𝘼𝙨 𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘, 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙩."
"𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙩."
"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙭."
"..."
"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣, 𝙃𝙀 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙."
"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙊𝙣𝙚."
"𝙃𝙀, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠, 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙃𝙀, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡. 𝙃𝙀 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙, 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧."
"𝙃𝙀, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙭. 𝙃𝙀, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙. 𝙃𝙀 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨, 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮. 𝙃𝙀, 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩."
"𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙎𝙊𝙉, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣..."
"𝙈𝙮 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘!"
"…"
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙...𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠."
"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙣."
"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜."
"..."
"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩."
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 banned… 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.
"𝙒𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮."
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.
"𝙄 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙍𝘼𝙊 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙. 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙗. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙆𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙅𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨."
"𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙑𝙤𝙞𝙙."
"𝙏𝙤 𝙢𝙚."
"…"
"𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙆𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚."
More questions, one in particular at the forefront of Lara's mind. One who gave her shivers.
"The Nightwing?" Lara's voice trembled.
"𝙔𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤."
"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡… 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩, 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛..."
"..."
"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨. 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨."
"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣."
"..."
"𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙?"
"𝙏𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙?"
After a pregnant pause, it... no, she, started again.
"𝙊𝙝! 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩!"
"𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙂𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨!"
"𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙨."
"...𝙑𝙤𝙝𝙘 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡."
"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙆𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙜. 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘾𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙, 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙍𝘼𝙊 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙯𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙢, 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚."
"𝙈𝙮 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝙔𝙪𝙙𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙚𝙜𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙."
"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙."
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 here…
"Damned it!" She looks back at the… Woman, grief is what she saw and felt emanating from the Entity.
"𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬… 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤, 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠."
"Then what did you do?" Jor gently asked the mourning Entity.
"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣."
"…"
"𝙔𝙤𝙪, 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙤 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨. 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙖."
"𝘼 𝙣𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡. 𝘼 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙞𝙣𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞... 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙙. 𝘼𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚/𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙪𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙡𝙚."
"𝙈𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙈𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨."
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮."
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜."
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪."
"…"
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙢 𝙕𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨."
"𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙."
"𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚. 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬."
"𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨."
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙩, 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚."
"…"
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!"
"Something…" Muttered Lara… "Nailed it, Great job Lara."
"Doomed?" Jor said at the same time, "thank you Jor." Fortunately, for him Lara came to the rescue… "yeah let's go with that."
"What was it about Krypton and doom?" Apprehensive ,Lara asked. The Entity smiled at Lara. "Busted…"
"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜."
"𝙆𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙆𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙣. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙪𝙢."
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 resources… Accidental population control and cleansing." Horror in his voice.
"Why?" whispered Lara, unable to comprehend how someone could cause so much death.
"𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙. 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙢. 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙨?"
"𝙄𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥, 𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚."
"𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩."
"𝙊𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚."
"𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚."
"Can you give us names… And maybe how much time we have left? Please?" timidly asked Lara.
"𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨."
"Yes!" Jor-El thought. "Finally an Entity who can clearly express itself without stabbing you in the back, and showing a level of humili-"
"𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨."
"You spoke too soon Jor-El." Jor snorted.
"𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩."
"…"
"𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩."
"𝙉𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙."
"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙨, 𝘼𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙄𝙣-𝙕𝙚."
"𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝘿𝙧𝙪-𝙕𝙤𝙙, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙐𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙡 𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙖𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙐𝙝-𝙐𝙡."
"𝙎𝙪𝙗 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙤𝙧-𝘼𝙣, 𝘿𝙚𝙫-𝙀𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙩, 𝘾𝙖𝙧-𝙑𝙚𝙭 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙧, 𝙉𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙖𝙢-𝙀𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩."
"..."
"𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨."
"𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙕𝙤𝙧-𝙀𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝘼𝙠-𝙑𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙑𝙖𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙣, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘 8 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙩 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙪 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚."
"𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙. 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨, 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣."
"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚."
"…"
"𝘽𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤."
"𝙕𝙤𝙧-𝙀𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙣, 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙀𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤-𝙕𝙖𝙧, 𝙇𝙤𝙧-𝙀𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙧, 𝙑𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝘼𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙯𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙩."
"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚."
"…"
"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 4 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙚. 𝙐𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮… 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙆𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 5 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨."
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 prevent…" The rest is left unsaid. Tears built up in Lara's eyes, and a sense of coldness took over them.
"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢."
"…"
"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢."
"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.
"..."
"𝘼𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩? 𝙉𝙤, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩. 𝘽𝙪𝙩, 𝙣𝙤𝙩... 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡... 𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧." "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.
"𝙉𝙤. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮."
"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠."
"..."
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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 𝔊𝔦𝔱 𝔊𝔲𝔡 𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔢𝔱 ℜ𝔢𝔨𝔱...
"I Believe whatever Doesn't Kill You, Simply Makes You... Stranger." —Joker
Thanks for reading everyone. Until next time.