By the time you read this, chapter 10 and 11 will have been edited. (I decided that I didn't like the ending to 11, either, it didn't fit Agatha's personality.)

Chapter Twelve – In Which Agatha Learns Some Things

It was already the middle of December, so the snow had begun to fall. The flakes came down in little clusters, painting all of Metroville in a beautiful white colour, a thin layer of iridescent snow. Agatha, after receiving a call from Mr. Paladino telling her to not go to work, was at the library. She was doing research, of course, on the moon. In the back of her mind, she was also worrying about how she was going to ask him to the Superwoman, but she had shoved that thought aside, for now.

She had felt that Gazerbeam was wrong when he was arguing with her the other night about not going after Crescentia, at least in his reasoning. There was no way that the moon could always be there. And Crescentia had said that she drew her power from the light of the moon, not the moon itself. Agatha grabbed a book off the shelf about eclipses, flipping through the pages and learning. She had always been known as a quick-witted person. Agatha had made wonderful grades in school, and the only reason that she had become a secretary was because of personal reasons.

In the middle of her last year of law school, Agatha's father had gotten terribly ill. He had raised her for most of her life since her mother's death when she was seven years old, and she felt very close to him. Sacrificing everything for his health, she left school to take care of her father, only for him to die in her arms in a cold hospital room of a disease that the doctors couldn't diagnose. She hadn't been able to get the money to go back to school after that, so she had done the next best thing: become a secretary for a law firm.

With a sad smile, she realized that were it not for her father, she wouldn't be where she currently was. And, in any case, she wouldn't have liked to lead a life like Gazerbeam's. She enjoyed her small amount of anonymity, and being a superhero was infinitely more interesting than being a lawyer.

Agatha walked over to a Xerox machine to make a copy of the page where it talked about the frequency of lunar eclipses, and headed out of the library towards the Thrilling Three Towers.

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"Dyna, can I talk to you?" she spoke into the receiver.

Dynaguy's face appeared on the monitor. He had been reading the newspaper, and when he heard her voice, he put it down and leaned in towards his microphone. "Of course, Apogee. What is it?"

"Did…you decide not to tell me about Crescentia?" Agatha feared the answer, but she had to know it, even if it was the one she didn't want to hear.

Dynaguy appeared to be very deep in thought for a few moments, then sighed. "Yes, me and Gazerbeam both decided that."

"She attacked me 2 weeks ago, before I first asked you about her. Crescentia seems to have a strange interest in me, and I really need to know about her so I can defend myself." She explained. Agatha knew that Dynaguy could be very impulsive. If she could appeal to his logic, at least for a little while, she could get him to do what she wanted.

He seemed to consider this, mulling it over in his mind. Finally, she saw him reach over and push a button in front of him, and a file folder icon appeared on Agatha's monitor, called "The Nox-Sol Jewels". She typed that on her keyboard, and a large file opened.

The Nox-Sol Jewels are from the small treasure chest that Queen Isabella of Spain gave to Christopher Columbus after he came back from the New World. They have special powers, enhancing the powers of the sun and moon for the holder. The Nox Jewel controls how closely the moon orbits around the earth. If used incorrectly, it could cause a collision.

Underneath this description was a picture of a blue gemstone, very like a sapphire, except for the crescent moon symbol in its center. Agatha read on.

The Sol jewel controls how closely the earth orbits the sun. If used incorrectly, it could cause the sun to burn up the earth.

The Sol jewel was an amber color, with a sun symbol in the middle. To control the power of sunlight…Agatha thought. For just a few moments, she felt a great desire to possess that crystal and make herself that much more powerful. Back to reality after a few moments, she realized that if not used properly, she could cause the annihilation of the world as she knew it. Besides, she would not try to get the crystal at the cost of being a superhero.

With a deep breath, Agatha opened up the NSA file on Crescentia, which was now open to her.

Crescentia is a super from the Los Angeles district. Unsatisfied with her powers, she sought to find ways to increase her abilities. After trying to rob the museum where the Nox-Sol Jewels were being held, she was stripped of her hero status and The Phantasmics, specializing in international threats, were sent after her.

However, attempts to capture her have been unsuccessful. Gazerbeam, second-in-command of the Phantasmics in 1954, was unsatisfied with Everseer's method of leadership, thinking it inefficient. Left the Phantasmics to pursue Crescentia alone.

The Nox-Sol Jewels are now being relocated several times a month to maximize security.

Agatha leaned back in her chair, thinking over the information and letting it totally sink in. She hadn't known that Gazerbeam was originally one of the Phantasmics. Agatha hadn't come to Metroville until spring of 1956. How many things would the other supers keep from her?

"Dyna, am I an inferior super or something?" she asked weakly.

Dynaguy had been reading his newspaper again, and looked up when he heard her voice. Without hesitation, he shook his head. "You're no Meta Man, but if you weren't a decent fighter, I never would've asked you to join us, Apogee."

She quickly considered The Phylange, but decided not to say anything. "But then why do you guys—"

"We don't really mean to keep things from you, you just never asked. Except with the whole Crescentia deal, of course, we thought it better for you not to know," he shrugged.

Agatha sighed, moving her hand to her forehead and rubbing her temples to ease the throbbing. "Promise me something."

"Whatsat?"

"If you EVER learn about something that pertains to me, tell me. Even if you think you're protecting me," she ordered, voice confident and unwavering.

With a smile, Dynaguy nodded.