oneredneckgoddess: Here it is, the last chapter.
KissingRain: Thank you much.
WWLAOS: Adam is a rather take it or leave it character. I admit, he can be over bearing, as he was through the MI incidents, and my KP stories. That was a pretty bad kill, but I couldn't come up with anything better.
What can I say, I have a soft spot for my characters. I put an awful lot of effort into creating new characters, and can't kill them off with any ease. So far, I've only ever killed off two characters permanently. Adam knew everything before hand, but he'd missed his chance to kill Galatea. After she became Akati, he couldn't reveal who she was, without the chance of them joining her. As mentioned in the chapter, Alfred wasn't supposed to have kryptonite. It should have been destroyed before hand. The tower thing came to me at the last second.
Read through my HP story, it's the same kind of thing. I can't kill anyone off, it's a mental blockade.
"I don't believe it." Ace knelt beside Akati's dead form. Galatea lay inside, blond hair spilling from the helm.
"It was as it should have been." Zatanna coughed, still working off the muscle problems associated with her erstwhile position. "And now the power that was Akati is gone from the world. I feel almost giddy, but more importantly, alive."
The door slid open, as Rebecca fiddled with the controls on the arm of the throne. The remaining members of the resistance charged into the room, some of them becoming ill at the scene of bodies before them. I knew how they felt, it was almost too much for me to bear. Almost. I turned to the resistance members, spreading my wings to get their attention.
"Akati, is dead." That was all I needed to say. I said it one more time, four hours later, after the world had been reconnected, Akati's fortress having served as a control tower, all programming run through it, and television was restored. That phrase was heard from my lips, around the world.
"Our, children?" Hawkgirl asked. We were sat in a circle around the main table of the league. There weren't quite enough chairs, so I was standing, but for some reason I didn't mind at all. I had procured from the Vadelus Archives, copies of the records of the War of Light, as it was so named by the bard who recorded it.
"From an alternate future timeline?" Lantern added skeptically. I returned to him one of the flat, level looks reserved for non-magic users.
"You glow green and fly." I replied calmly. "Besides, you've had your share of time travel experiences."
"I see your point." Lantern nodded. "Though, I'd love to know how you got these accounts."
"That's for me to know, and you not to worry about." I answered cryptically. Kara knew, but I knew she wouldn't say anything. Diana sighed quietly.
"So you're telling me, that our children did this? They carried our legacy forwards?" I nodded. No one made any further comments. There wasn't need to. I could tell, even without being Empathic as I was at that particular place and time, that my words to the children had been correct. Their parents were proud.
I love being right.
Final Entry in the Journal. It's not because I'm about to die, or anything so silly as that, but that I'm about to start a new one. The battles we faced, and the trials of living up to a legacy were hard. Some not as hard as what our parents must have faced, but they were difficult for us. Now that we have given freedom back to the world, the less desirable aspects of humanity have returned as well, as they must always do. But that is a small price to pay for freedom. And now, with the return, humanity can be safe in it's knowledge, that the Justice League will do as it has always done. Protect that freedom from those who would do away with it, and at the same time, protect the lives of the citizens of earth, without preference to color, race, or creed. I end this entry with words that though they were spoken by a fictional person, ring true. 'There is no fate, but that which we make for ourselves.'
Aisha Stewart, Keeper of the Light, July 4, 1 ARJL. (After the Return of the Justice League)