Epilogue: The Beginning
Martha Kent had reached the mailbox at the end of her driveway. Among the junk mail was a large brown envelope. The package had a dozen postmarks. There were stamps from Cairo and Tokyo, and London to Mexico City. Martha smiled it had been several months since she had heard from her son. Clark had left the country just before his junior year in college. His life had turned upside down after the one woman he loved suddenly lost all of her memory of him. Clark had been devastated, but in retrospect, the event had caused him to discover who he was and his propose on earth. Clark not only lost his love but his best friend died in an explosion the same day. Since then he had taken to travelling the globe trying to save the world one mudslide at a time. Getting back to the house Martha sat down at her kitchen table and slowly opened the envelope. Inside were several pages of typed paper as well as various scraps. Taking out the letter, Martha read her lost sons words.
Dear Mom,
A lot has happened to me since I last wrote. To start I am fine I have meet several people that have changed my life on a profound level. Tell dad I think about him all the time. Every time I save a village from raiders or divert a river, I remember dad's constant lectures on keeping myself hidden. I have mastered making myself vanish as if I was never there. To see the faces on the people who see me for a split second only to find me gone the next is priceless. I do not think I will ever get tired of that. The Mongolians are starting to spread rumours of a mysterious force that punishes those that would harm the innocent and brings fortune to those that act justly. Oddly enough, this reminds me that I am just a man. It would be easy to fall in with the hype, but all that would accomplish is boosting my ego. The moment that I, say that I am superior to man is the moment that I stop being the man that you raised. Jor-El was right we are not superior to humanity if anything we are worse. When the sun Rao destroyed Krypton, my people had become callused to emotions. We lost everything that makes humanity great. Brainiac tried to make Earth into a new Krypton, and if I let myself bask in the glory of my own physical superiority than I will become no better than he was. I have been saving any newspaper articles I could find telling of my mysterious rescues. They have been included with this letter as well as something I found in the fortress. It is the symbol of my familial clan on krypton. The El clan had been one of the ruling houses on Krypton since our patron Rao-El led a war against a group of barbarians that had enslaved much of Krypton. I have been sending in pieces to the Daily Planet's European magazine. Perry White has agreed to see me for an interview in a few weeks to see if I have what it takes to be an investigative reporter. After leaving Smallville, I realized that I had a passion to write. Being a writer for the Planet I should be able to get to accidents and disasters faster than anyone else. I will not lie and tell you that I would not mind running into Lois every now and then. However, she can never know who I am, if she were to become aware of my identity her whole life may become at risk. Give my love to dad and pray for my interview. Once settled in Metropolis, I will come out to see the both of you.
-your loving son, Clark
Martha put down the letter and began to look through the articles Clark had sent her. Many were in languages she could not read. Emptying out the envelope an object fell to the table hard. Picking it up Martha realized what it was. It looked like one of Jonathans old army chevrons, only this was much larger. It was in the shape of a diamond, the border was red with a large red "s" set to a yellow background. There was also a hint of blue on the edges. Martha smiled Clark had mentioned that Kryptonians had a penchant for the theatrical. Martha realized that if Clark was going to carry out Jor-El's last wish that he needed to do it as a Kryptonian. Martha left the mess of newspaper on the table and walked up stairs to her sowing machine. She had a lot of work to do before Clark came to visit. As she went up stairs, she thought to her self "a mother's work is never over."
To Be Continued…