"My son, you are late."
"Jor-El I needed to-"
"You have not done as we agreed. You will now suffer the consequences."
Before Clark could reply, there was a blinding flash of light and Clark Kent was gone.
He opened his eyes, wincing at the light from the sun, and grimacing as the taste of sand entered his mouth. Wherever he was, he knew it wasn't Kansas. The clang of steel on steel broke the young man out of his thoughts, and he turned towards the sound, seeing two men in robes with curved swords attacking a third man with a cross across his chest. All around him the sounds of battle erupted, and for a moment he just stood there, unsure of what to do. However the man's sword being thrown from his grasp made Clark's choice for him. He tried to run over to the man but found that his powers were gone. He ran as quickly as he could seeing the third man knocked onto his back, both men with their swords raised above their heads, ready to kill him; he grabbed the man's sword from where it had fallen and lunged forward, his sword intercepting the curved blades of the two men. Clark pushed forward hard, knocking both men onto their backs. One of the men threw a knife, the blade ripping into Clark's shoulder, while another pulled a knife from a scabbard on his hip and charged the Last Son of Krypton. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder Clark met the man's strike, barely blocking the strike in time. The second man had gotten off the ground and was charging at him when an arrow hit the man in the back, killing him instantly. Clark shoved his blade upward, breaking the deadlock and pushing him backwards, following up with a slash through the man's chest ending his life.
Clark pulled the blade from his shoulder and fell to his knees, feeling pain he had never felt before. He felt himself fall forward, and he fell into unconciousness.
"Uhh..."
"Easy, you just got stabbed."
Clark opened his eyes and found himself looking into the eyes of a blonde-haired girl with blue eyes, who was currently applying some form of bandage to the wound in his shoulder.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
"My name is Kara, and you are in the camp of my father."
"Your father?"
"The man whose life you saved. King Richard of England."