Chapter Fourteen: Infamous.
Harry Potter stood at the edge of the hallway to see everything that was going on around him; it was absolutely insanity. His eyes widened as he watched as the horrific scene unfolded before his very eyes. His mouth opened once and then shut again, this happened several times as he watched the scene before him unfold. The wizard breathed in and out, it was something….no he could not fathom it, he could not fathom it at all. It was just too much for him to deal with. He turned his head around and his eyes widened.
"This is the absolute most insane thing that I've ever seen."
Truly, Harry never been in such a mad situation before in his life and he thought that he had seen them all. He was wrong, very wrong, the wizard watched them all, with bated breath as he turned his head for a second. His hand clasped on his chest as he stared up towards the ceiling and then snapped back at the madness there.
"The horror, the horror."
Chloe, who stood by Harry, rolled her eyes at his overreaction. "C'mon Harry, it isn't that bad. Although these people are little fanatical but they're….actually they're kind of bonkers, but that's half of the fun."
"For the love of all things pure, why did you ever talk me into coming to this place?" Harry asked as he threw his head back and sighed.
"Harry, it's just a comic book convention, it's not like we're at ground zero of nuclear Armageddon," Chloe commented as she watched him with amusement dancing through her eyes.
"Besides, it's so cool," Claire chimed in as she looked up in awed reverence, her eyes dancing in mirth as they darted around to see everything around her.
These comic books, never mind that they cost an arm and a leg, they were so cool, they were so awesome.
'How is it that you get to skip out on this?' Harry though to Kara through the bond link.
'Work at the Shining Light Foundation, remember, Kandorians, kind of important,' Kara thought barely hiding her amusement. 'Besides, you could use a night off from the insanity that is our lives. You're kind of under a lot stress.'
'I'm not under stress,' Harry thought in a stressed out way to Kara through the bond link but the blonde woman gave a mirthful chuckle.
'You could have fooled me,' Kara thought back to him dryly.
"Are you pouting?"
"I'm not pouting," Harry stated to Chloe, giving her a death glare. Claire smiled at her.
"Looks like pouting to me, Dad."
Harry crossed his arms and Chloe had to admit, the look on his face was so priceless that one could have put it on a postcard. He looked around at the general insanity that was around him, to be honest, he fought dragons that were less dangerous than some of the people who were present in this place. The wizard corked an eyebrow momentarily.
"These people are a tad bit fanatical," Harry whispered to Chloe who shrugged. "And I've seen some fanatical people in my life."
"I'm sure," Chloe remarked back as Harry shrugged his shoulders before he had a nice look around.
He was not too impressed by what he saw and was certain that some people overdid things just a tad, well he was a fan of people being fans but this was a tad bit over the top for his tastes and his liking. The young wizard edged himself over and watched them all. He carefully took a minute to assess the situation around him, his head turned slowly, to face Chloe, who had a slight smile cross her face.
"What kind of person dresses like that?"
Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"
Harry pointed out the person. He stood there, dressed in robes with glasses and a smudge on his forehead that resembled a lightning bolt, along with messy hair.
"Like that, what kind of person dresses like that?" Harry asked as he pointed towards the young man who raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "That's the type of person that….well I don't know."
"Then you better not turn around," Chloe remarked, as she gained a great deal of amusement from the situation.
Harry spun around for an instant and saw them, saw them all in their glory and his eyebrow rose a little bit before he was completely flummoxed by them. He could hardly believe what was there, yet they were there.
Dozens of fans dressed like Arcane. Chloe barely held in the laughter that she had, which looked like effort.
"I didn't realize that I was that popular," Harry muttered as he threw his hands into his head and sighed. "I guess that ruins my image."
"Or enhances it," Chloe chimed in with a shrug and she was about to say something but was stopped by a few words.
"Well of all of the people that I thought I would see here, you are low on the list, Harry."
"Hey, Zee," Harry said as he reached forward and gave one of his bonded a tight hug and a kiss. Zatanna stood there, dressed in her usual attire, which honestly drew a few less stares than they did due to the nature of the comic book convention. "What brings you here?"
"I got almost all of the cursed items," Zatanna informed him and Harry smiled towards her.
"Great, that's really great, I'm glad that you've got them all," Harry responded and Zatanna offered him a smile, before waving her hand.
"Don't roll out the welcome wagon and pat me on the back yet Harry, there's still one more item that I need to grab onto and it's a big one," Zatanna said and Harry spun towards her, raising his eyebrow slightly at this comment. "Remember the Warrior Angel secret origins comic book that I told you about?"
"Yes, I've heard about that, your father really put a hex on that one," Harry retorted as he walked over next to her. Chloe moved over to keep an eye on Claire because she saw that Zatanna and Harry had business of the magical matter to take care of. "But that's not a problem…unless of course someone opens it. And no collector will want to open it."
"Because it drags down the initial value but a fan….a young and impressionable fan might," Zatanna told him as she pulled her hair back and sighed to the heavens.
There was a flash of light and the telltale sign of powerful magic being unleashed.
'Of course, of fucking course,' Harry thought to himself as he threw his head back and sighed.
The work of a hero was never done and while these comic book convention goers were dressing like heroes, he was going to be one.
"Zee, hypothetically speaking, what would happen if someone did open that comic book?" Harry asked and Zatanna tried to remain calm as she mulled that matter over in her mind.
"They would get all of the powers and abilities of Warrior Angel but other than that they would still be themselves," Zatanna stated as Harry scrambled forward, with the dark haired magician on his heels. "At least until….the second half of the curse begins."
"And what's the second half of the curse?"
Harry felt incoming dread pile onto him as he waited for her to explain.
There was nearly an hour of searching later and Harry was trying to calibrate a magical energy signature. He took a moment to clasp his hand to his forehead and throw his head back with a sigh. There were times where he wondered why he even bothered but then there were times where he was reminded of why he did.
"I think we've found our erstwhile hero," Zatanna chimed in, in normal circumstances she would be amused but now the situation was getting kind of dangerous. She closed her eyes and inclined her head up towards the heavens, a moment later she edged forward, getting closer and closer.
"And he's….yes what is he doing?" Harry asked as he crossed his arms and there were a group of civilians that crossed their arms and watched the young individual floating in the air above them. The wizard kept his eyes on this young man.
"He's….he's just a kid," Zatanna breathed as the two of them watched the young man.
"Yes, a kid with powers and none of the maturity to use them properly," Harry reminded her, as he knew what was going to happen.
He was dressed in a vintage Warrior Angel outfit as he flew back and forth, circling around the people on the ground and he crossed his arms, with a smile on his face. He did a triumphant pose and Harry once again wondered what he was doing. The wizard frowned for an instant and crossed his arms, before he watched the young man above him. Warrior Angel he was not, although he did have the mannerisms down.
"It could be worse," Zatanna offered him, as she racked her brain trying to figure out a way to negate what her father did. The problem was that Zatara was pretty good in making things that were hard to reverse by normal means. So the dark haired girl racked her mind constantly and crossed her arms, before throwing her head back.
Decisions, decisions, there was so much to do and so much that could go awfully wrong.
"I need to check something, do you think that you can keep him from causing too much collateral damage?" Zatanna asked as she turned from Harry to the young man who had been empowered by the comic book.
"Sure, no problem," Harry responded as Zatanna grabbed her bonded around the waist and pulled him into a long kiss. The wizard smiled before he circled around.
Thoughts cycled through Harry's mind as he circled around Warrior Angel on the ground. He did not want to bring in anyone to help unless he needed to. Besides, he reasoned with himself, how hard could one kid possessed by a comic book be to take down? It seemed like such a no-brainer to bring him down and the wizard twisted the dial on his wrist.
The Arcane Costume appeared on him and the wizard swayed his head from one side to the next, before he kicked himself up into the air and moved to face the young fan.
The young fan turned around, and he could sense the magic fueling his powers. There were theories that magic got more potent over the years that an object was cursed and there was a shield that formed around Warrior Angel that prevented any attacks, both magical or otherwise from effecting him.
'Damn you, Zatara, damn you,' Harry thought as he threw his head back. He blocked his thought process from his other wives, but kept the link to Zatanna open.
'I know, I'm kind of damning my father now as well, although thankfully the Marauders weren't involved, because this would be much worse, ' Zatanna thought to Harry through the bond link and she crossed her arms, flicking through the books. 'Just keep an eye on him.'
Harry smiled swiftly, crossing his arms and pushed himself back, before the young wizard flew back and forth and followed the young Warrior Angel doppleganger who rushed forward. Super speed was the order of the day.
"Hey, Arcane, it's nice to see a fellow hero!"
Harry still found himself confused that he was known that much. The Arcane identity was supposed to be a front for his activities as Harry Potter, the owner of the Shining Light Foundation. It was not supposed to be an identity that was known and with obsessed fanboys as well.
Before Harry could say anything, an alarm went off.
"Watch this, I'm going to be a true hero!" Warrior Angel yelled as he shot forward with reckless intentions in mind.
The two criminals never stood a chance and neither did the property around them. Harry winced at the explosions that happened around him.
"Did see you that?"
Harry watched the possessed boy dressed as a hero, stop two criminals and he folded his arms, before staring him down. While it was true that young man stopped two enemies, there was one huge flaw in his efforts. And that huge flaw was that while he stopped the two criminals, they were petty thugs. They stole about twenty dollars worth of merchandise and then they were hanging upside down, struggling, their arms and legs swinging in erratic directions.
And then Harry saw the craters in the street, the broken windows, and all of the property damage that had been caused. There were no two ways about it, things really went….well they could have gone a lot better. Figuring out a way they could have gone better, that was lost on Harry.
"Do you even think about what you've done?" Harry asked, trying not to get upset, because let's face it, Harry had his fair share of mistakes in his growing as a young hero and he did things that he should not.
However, this was an entirely new level.
"I think that I've saved those people," Warrior Angel stated as he turned towards Harry. "Just like you, just like Arcane, I'm a true hero."
"Being a hero is more than having powers, it's more about that costume, and it's more about having a moniker of a fictional character," Harry lectured as he stared down the young man.
The sirens echoed and the heroics of this young man was not appreciated by the authorities, who moved in.
"Put your hands up and come quietly!" the authorities ordered as they held the guns up and pointed towards the young Warrior Angel double who looked confused. "We will open fire."
"I don't understand, I'm a hero," Warrior Angel stated and Harry felt the need to face palm several times.
"The thing is you're not," Harry retorted as he watched Warrior Angel and his face turned towards the Herald of Death. The young man watched Harry with some skeptical intentions in his eyes as the Boy-Who-Lived decided to explain what he meant because he knew that he was being misunderstood. "I'm not saying that you don't have potential, eventually, but you're going about at being a hero for the wrong reason. It's not something that should be glamorous, it's about doing the right thing and there are sacrifices that you might have to make, that aren't exactly the most pleasant thing in the world."
Harry watched the young man watch him and there was a flicker of magical energy in his eyes, that glowed sinisterly.
'Harry, we might have a problem,' Zatanna thought to him.
'Oh, really, we do?' Harry asked in a mock insightful tone of voice and Zatanna sighed
'Yes we do,' Zatanna offered him through the mental link. 'My father….well he was rather creative with what he did. As such, he made it so the comic book storyline went from start to finish. The rise of a hero and the disappointment as such where….well he'll turn to a villain."
"Dare I ask what triggers the change?' Harry asked as he could feel something happening around him and there were things flickering around the young wizard, before he swayed his head from one side to the next.
Zatanna waited for the other shoe to drop and she told Harry about it mentally.
'What the person perceives as a betrayal,' Zatanna thought to Harry, a grim inflection in her thoughts and Harry inclined his head forward for a moment, as he heard the evil laughter and the young man changing around him. There was a thunderous round of laughter. 'Which you just did with your noble intentions, didn't you?"
'Of course, I did, would it be my luck if I didn't?' Harry asked with a smile, wishing that he would have taken his chance with the fanboys at the comic book convention instead going against this force who stepped forward towards him.
"You didn't appreciate me as a hero, Arcane," Warrior Angel stated in a dark and brooding tone voice as spikes appeared around his costume and his eyes glowed red. Dark energy surrounded his body, with an overpowering aura. "Perhaps you will appreciate the fact that I am your mortal enemy and the one who brought you down."
"The spikes are a very nice touch, very nineties Image anti-hero of you," Harry remarked dryly before he dodged the flying and flaming spikes. "And I don't….I don't quite remember that. Granted, I have better things to do with my life but I'm pretty sure that Warrior Angel's power set did not…"
Harry shut up as he dodged even more of the flaming spikes before he caused a glowing energy scythe to materialize itself and he rushed forward, swinging forward towards the fences. A swift swing knocked the spikes back and sliced clear through them. There was a huge explosion as Harry protected the civilians from the backlash of the spikes.
"You cannot hope to defeat me!"
Harry really could not believe that he took default phase number nine from the clichéd super villain guide book. To his credit, he did not bat an eyelash but rather soldiered on through with his attempts to fight his enemy. The spikes flew in every which direction and Harry pivoted around from one side to the other. Ducking, dodging, rolling underneath the attacks, and sent him flying backwards.
'And I just sent an innocent person to his death,' Harry thought to himself but the young man pulled himself up to the top of the building.
'And we've got another problem,' Zatanna added to Harry and the wizard raised his hands, face palm, must resist the urge to do it.
'Just the other problem,' Harry thought as Zatanna sighed. 'Well, lay it out on me, Zee, what's the worst that could happen?'
'Well….the curse of the comic book makes the ultimate villain,' Zatanna responded as she bit down on her lip. 'And you know what the ultimate villain needs to match.'
'The ultimate hero,' Harry stated as he pivoted around the flaming spikes and flung himself down to one side, dodging the burning spikes with precision while preventing them from attacking anyone. His heart sped up a slight bit, before he turned his head a little bit. 'Is this about as bad as I think it is?'
"Far worse, given your power set,' Zatanna responded and Harry almost sensed her biting down on her lips. 'Just keep him at bay, I've almost got the countercurse ritual set up. My father made this one tricky, only a member of his bloodline can counteract it."
Harry dodged the attacks as he went silent and then a glowing dagger appeared in his hand.
'It's time to go to school,' Harry thought to himself as he swung the dagger towards the flaming sword of his enemy.
A loud explosion echoed throughout Metropolis as the civilians looked up in awe and the two fighters flew backwards. There was a moment where the dust started to slowly clear and for a second, Harry thought he had stopped the ultimate enemy in his tracks.
He thought wrong, oh boy did he think wrong.
The pain indicated that he was….well the pain indicated that Harry was in fact still among the breathing. That had to be worth something, at least that's what he thought. Of course, there was an instant where he thought that he was about ready to fade. He caught his breath, feeling his heart drum against his ribs. The wizard pushed himself up, he was fine, he hurt more than anything that one could ever believe but other than that he was fine. He had a lot better, but he had a lot worse days.
He turned his head, twisting his neck and feeling the need to bite down on his tongue, along with his heart beating across his chest.
"You should give up now, because you'll never be able to defeat me!" the Dark Warrior Angel howled as he caused his flaming spikes to circle around each other, before he threw them at Harry but he froze them. "Well played Arcane, but I am your equal, your match, your arch-nemesis."
Harry decided to do the one thing that true heroes did when the villains were getting full of themselves. He elected to ruthlessly mock them like it was no one's business.
"Well, you think that, don't you?" Harry asked with a smile crossing his face as he continued to do battle with his enemy. "One would think that, but one would be wrong. The truth is that you think that you are much tougher than you really are. You still had the same delusions when you were a hero only this time…."
"Are these delusions?"
Dark Warrior Angel aimed the flying spikes as they came down towards the Herald of Death. The wizard edged around them before he kicked up in the air. He caught his breath rather swiftly and spun around, before he put a shield around them.
"You're trapped in here with me, what do you hope to accomplish with this?" Warrior Angel thought to Harry but the Boy-Who-Lived's face contorted, before turning his head around. "What do you hope to accomplish?"
Harry smiled, blocking even more attacks. He was not angry, he was cool, he was collected, and the wizard eyed these attacks. Every single of them launched him with intense fury but the wizard refused to back down. He kept his head inclined down and the wizard watched them with increasing fury. The young wizard hung his head a little bit, before throwing his head back with a bit of a sigh.
"Should we?" Harry asked as he watched the young man.
"Should we what? The Dark Warrior Angel asked, wondering what this so called do-gooder was talking about.
Harry did not answer with words but rather he answered with an attack. A blinding energy bolt shot from his hand before knocking his enemy back. This attack caused him to skid backwards, and fly over the edge of the building. That would not do anything more but inconvenience him, but Harry was looking any stalling tactics. Two energy scythes appeared in his hands and Harry turned them over and over in his hands, gaining the momentum that he could before he launched forward a vicious energy attack.
It was not at Herald of Death quality where it would bring the person to the afterlife but it would be a huge enough impact; something that was good enough for Harry. He swung the energy scythes hard and they landed against the enemy with a resounding crack, his lungs filling up with fluid as he was dropped backwards.
"You didn't think that I have the heart of a hero," the Dark Warrior Angel stated as he turned his head around for an instant, before watching Harry. "Maybe I have the ambition to be a villain."
"Maybe you do," Harry responded in a careful voice before folding his arms before eyed his enemy. "Or maybe your time has run out."
"You think, hero?"
This question was given in a taunting fashion and Harry inclined his head, before his teeth shifted into a grin.
"I do not think," Harry fired back as he turned his position around before his face twisted into a smile. "I know."
The young would be hero shifted towards him and the wizard gave him a motion, a motion that indicated one thing. That was an invite for his adversary to bring it on and that's what the adversary did do. He rushed forward and the young wizard dodged the attacks of magical energy. The spell proved to be useful in the sense that it gave his enemy the natural power to match Harry, despite the fact that he had all of the gifts of the Herald of Death. And Harry's primary concern was protecting civilians.
"You never were a hero, you suck at being a villain, because no matter what, you can't defeat me, so it's useless to even think you can!" Harry yelled as he brought down the thunder onto the head of his adversary. There was a loud crash that echoed as said enemy slipped and slide.
Harry reminded himself that somewhere in the body of this thing, there was a helpless child, perhaps not much older or younger than his daughter. He had to break the spell or at least stall it long enough for Zee to work her magic. The wizard swung his fists towards his enemy with reckless abandon, aiming towards his adversary and there was a loud crash as his enemy flew backwards, nearly head over heels to the ground.
The dust cleared and spikes shot from the ground. Using the ability born from dodging bludgers on the Quidditch field, Harry dodged the attacks and then a bolt of orange energy shot him in the chest.
The Dark Warrior Angel stepped forward, seeing Harry down on the ground. His triumph echoed along with his loud laughter.
"You see, Arcane, you can't take me down!" he yelled in a thunderous voice as he prepared to finish off his enemy. "You should have known that you cannot defeat me! No one rivals Dark Warrior Angel!"
"And you should have known never to count me out until the fight is over," Arcane fired back as he pushed himself up and heard Zatanna approaching, speaking in tongues as she moved forward and prepared the enchantment.
The Dark Warrior Angel was caught in the back of the head and he began to glow with the surrounding golden light. There was a swirling of energy around the back of his head, before he dropped down to the ground.
The young man rolled over, blood dripping from his mouth but Harry healed his injuries instantly.
"What happened?" he asked as he watched Harry with widened eyes.
Harry sensed that he did not remember anything about the ordeal which might be for the best.
"You blacked out but it's all over now," Harry breathed with a sigh as he saw the comic book there, as Zatanna picked it up before anyone else could open it.
"So will he be okay?" Claire asked as Harry finished telling her the story of the adventure of today. The group sat in Harry's office at the Daily Planet, because Chloe had a couple things that she needed to finish off, although not many. She simply stepped out and rejoined the conversation.
"Yes, he'll be fine, a bit shaken up but he'll be fine," Harry told her, although he felt that everyone learned some lessons from what happened today, although the wizard was kind of lost at what those lessons were. Never the less, the lessons were learned and there was another day in the books. Not to mention there were no casualties, a bit of property damage, but no deaths which was all that they could have hoped for.
Chloe sat next to Harry, putting her hand on his, and smiling.
"At least things could have been worse," Chloe remarked in a somber tone of voice and Harry inclined his head, he could agree that things could have gone much worse than they did.
A seemingly innocent comic book could have caused untold chaos and he could not believe that Zatanna's father was the one behind this. There was hexing things for a joke and then there was this. He did not want to ascend upon a pedestal but Harry felt that this was a bit too far all things considered. Although this was a relic from his younger days, so he mellowed out after that.
"Thankfully there will be no adverse side effects," Harry concluded with a smile across his face as he looked outside the window.
"The best thing we could have hoped for," Chloe inputted as she turned around and watched outside. The blonde went over the story in her mind and thought that despite everything, Harry handled it pretty well.
"So, that's taken care of, the comic's been destroyed," Zatanna remarked as she turned up to face Harry, Chloe, and Claire.
"Ah, no souvenir," Claire responded with a pout on her face.
"Now look who's pouting," Harry fired back which caused Chloe to crack a grin.
"I'm not pouting," Claire pouted as she scowled and folded her arms.
The redhead girl turned around, hiding the grin she had. She had a feeling that her father would want some alone time in a minute and besides after the day at the comic book convention, even if it was cut short, she was a bit knackered. The redhead threw her head back and offered a slight yawn.
"I think it's time for someone to head off to bed," Chloe remarked and Harry offered his wife a smile.
"No, I'm sure I'm pretty good," Harry answered but Chloe gave him a mocking glare.
"Not you," Chloe retorted to Harry who smiled back at her knowingly. "I swear, you sometimes do that to wind me up."
"Who me?" Harry asked Chloe and Chloe raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sure Kara will be done by now, we can take you home and get you situated," Chloe stated and Harry had a feeling that he would hear all about it all too soon. He threw his head back. "See you at home Harry."
She leaned forward and offered Harry a parting kiss on the lips.
This left Harry alone in the office with Zatanna who watched Chloe leave and turned towards Harry with a smile across her face.
"So is that all of them?" Harry asked and Zatanna offered a triumphant smile before she answered the question in affirmative.
"Yes, that's all of that," Zatanna confirmed as she edged forward, before she sat on the edge of Harry's desk. She kicked her shoes off and he saw her fishnet covered legs up close which was quite the sight. "Took me about three weeks but….I think that if it wasn't for you playing stall the villain, it would have ended up a lot worse."
Zatanna started to unbutton her top, to reveal her chest encased in a black bra that showed a generous amount of cleavage. She slowly stripped off her clothes before Harry, making his eyes watch her the entire time. Not that Harry needed that much coercion but still she stripped swaying slowly before him, before standing there in his office and then she sat down on his desk.
She was an absolutely breathtaking sight, wearing nothing but a black bra, a black thong, black garter belt, and black stockings, as she wiggled her toes tantalizingly. Zatanna's face turned into an impish smile before she watched Harry, carefully drawing in his form with her eyes. She reached forward and grabbed the buttons on his shirt.
"I think you need a reward for all you've done tonight," Zatanna breathed, exposing Harry's bare chest and running her hands down his chest and abs, feeling them with a smile on her face.
"That would be great," Harry commented as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips, causing his mind to go rather wild from the sensations of her mouth on his. He placed a hand on her bare back and pulled her in to him with a kiss, before she straddled his lap, grinding her crotch against his.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
-PROFILE-
Smut/Lemon Ends.
"I've been keeping an eye on how the Kandorians are reacting," Alura remarked as she rested on the chair, sitting across from Kara, Karen, Thara, and Harry at the Shining Light Foundation. "I think many of them are going to follow the strongest leader. Some of them have some built in loyalty with Zod and the others….well they tend to follow the strongest leader like I said."
Kara smiled, she was glad that she and her mother both got the same impression from that. The blonde placed her hands on her face and closed her eyes before she turned her head around. Learning about the Kandorians and what they had to do had been an extremely illuminating experience all things considered.
"There is one tiny problem," Alura added as she closed her eyes. "The Book of RAO."
"Jor-El pulled a Jor-El and hid it somewhere," Karen added and the group all nodded, knowing how dire this situation was and would remain to be. "And the problem is we have no idea to find it."
Kara stroked her chin for a second and her eyes clouded over with a thoughtful expression. "Actually I'm pretty sure that the book was on the Kent Farm somewhere but in all of the chaos, it isn't anymore. And any number of suspects could have picked it up, there were a lot of people moving around on the farm that day."
The entire situation had Harry mightily vexed so he tried to piece together the circumstances in his head. The mysterious Book of RAO, it's the purpose that Harry had yet to figure out, went missing from underneath their nose. Snape murdered Jor-El and then Snape was murdered by someone. Who was this person, Harry had no idea? Then there was his mother still out there, Sinclair still out there, and then there was this mysterious female double that popped up time and time again.
What it boiled down to was one chaotic situation that Harry could hardly stomach. He had been in these situations before but now the stakes rose by a hundredfold. He spun his head around for a second and closed his eyes before looking towards Kara and Karen.
"What is the Book of RAO?" Harry asked them, he had only gotten vague answers by now.
Kara shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know any more than you do."
Alura was all too happy to try and fill in some of the blanks. The blonde's face contorted with a very slight smile as she decided to fill them in.
"Well there are a lot of myths surrounding the Book of RAO but it is something that is of great power and was lost years ago, although Jor-El may have acquired it and had it on him this entire time, arranging for it to be brought to this planet," Alura explained as she watched them. "There are rumors that he or she who holds the book will shape the fate of the Kryptonian race. And then there are those rumors that the book will lead to a brand new Krypton."
Harry whistled. "No wonder why Zod wants it."
"Which is why he can't have it," Thara chimed in. She wished she had solid leads on the Book of RAO but there was nothing there.
The race appeared to be on, wherever it was. Not only for the fate of the Kandorian race, but for the fate of the world. There was a pendulum that swung from one side to the other, and it could go either way. They could rise to the top or fall into the abyss.
To Be Continued in the Next Arc "Beware the Batgirl."