A/N: From here on out I'll try and make longer chapter's and get more involved with some characters. Also I won't describe how Aether looks all the time as it gets tedious. So just note, Aether=a brilliant sparkling blue energy.

It was easy—laughably easy. He had thought that some mysterious force would keep him from leaving that city, but it seems he was just being paranoid. His contact had came through, surprisingly. And now he was in New York, the familiar city almost resonating with him. The boat he smuggled on was transporting various cargo that he didn't bother to identify. The journey to New York was tedious, but the long journey had helped him practice Creation Magic some more. Though the heavy rocking of the boat made it hard to concentrate, there was something to work on. Either way, improving Creation Magic itself proved somewhat tedious. He could create things like weapons with little effort. Though that wasn't saying much as all the weapons he created were of the medieval era, so to speak. Just simple swords, axes, and whatnot. Creating a gun was still way beyond him. But besides that, the trip to New York was uneventful.

Though he would've admired the familiar sight of various advertising billboards and towering skyscrapers, he had immediately secured shelter. Though booking a hotel room did prove slightly more difficult here than in Gotham, as the receptionist kept asking where his parents were, eventually they gave up, and Emet secured a room once again. So, putting aside his glasses, he studied it. It was spacious, almost the size of a small apartment. Understandable since it cost so much.

But it had a main bedroom and a separate, decently sized bathroom; there was even a small kitchen-like area. But Emet only focused on the bedroom; upon entering it, he was greeted by a sizable bed. A wardrobe and desk to the side, and a window to the far side of the room. Taking a seat on the comfortable bed, he pondered.

("What now?") He asked himself. He had fulfilled a goal and left Gotham City, but what now? What should he do now?

Should he merely live his life as before or try something new? Did he want to try something new? What would new entail?

Emet looked at his right palm as Aether began flaring around it. The intense blue, sparkling light had all but become familiar to the boy. With the power to create, with a thought, he could easily create money or even just pure gold. Such inanimate objects were almost easy to create. But what should he do with such vast wealth? Donate to charities? No, obviously, an unemployed 14-year-old couldn't scrounge up that kind of money. That just drew suspicion his way, no doubt, and some might speculate something unnatural was at foot. It was already risky to throw away money to stay at hotels; he could never stay in one for long here. Otherwise, someone would want to throw him into the nearest Orphanage, seeing as he lacked a guardian. Or just at the nearest lab.

But none of this answered his question. He was alive again, yet he had no clear purpose. He had the power, but he lacked the motivation and drive. So what could he use this immense power for? Becoming a hero? That was an option, but not an enticing one. Sure, he had saved those people from Firefly at the time, but he was just in the moment. He thought it was his obligation to inflict Death on a scumbag. He admitted that it felt nice knowing he had managed to preserve some lives, but that feeling wasn't enough to invoke a desire to become a hero. And besides, there were too many restrictions placed on the heroes here. Some had to function under the government and whatnot.

Still, he wondered if the Justice League existed yet. Some research might be in order; a public library ought to have internet access, unless...

("Hold on, what year is it?") Another question that needed answering maybe the answers could be found at the local library.

So Emet set out onto the streets of the bustling city once again. Luckily, the sun was out, so he wouldn't look too strange walking around with sunglasses, though he still received some stares due to his hair and face. Though he paid that no mind, finding the library proved an easy task. Residents here weren't opposed to giving directions, so Emet found himself at the local library in no time.

A spacious interior boasting shelves upon shelves of books, with comfy reading nooks and study areas interspersed throughout the building. Soft lighting and muted colors created a calming aura, perfect for focused work or contemplative reading. The exterior was grand, with tall pillars and welcoming entrances. The architecture was elegant and timeless, with classic lines and warm, inviting materials. Lastly, a row of computers placed in sections of their own, simple chairs, and desks littered the area.

The Liberian didn't seem to mind him just walking past, so he assumed he had free reign. So he made his way towards an unoccupied computer before taking a seat and booting it up. It wasn't a particularly old computer, but it definitely seemed a tad outdated. Regardless, it booted up rather quickly, so Emet accessed the local browser.

The internet seemed to work just fine, so he got to work.

By the looks of recent articles, the year was 2010. It was odd, understandable, and funny. He came from the year 2023, yet he'd be willing to bet the technology here surpasses that in his old world. Not surprising given the superior minds that lived here. But on to other things: Flash had already been active for awhile now in Central City. Though it appeared to be Barry Allen, as another Kid Flash also existed. Onto other heroes Green Lanterns, two of them, Hal Jordan, no doubt, and John Stewart. The former occasionally operated in Coast City, while the latter seemed to move around a lot. Then there was Wonder Woman, who seems to operate around a lot, just like John; she seems to frequent New York, though, which is something to keep in mind. Batman was obviously established already, though unlike the others, there weren't many pictures on the internet to be found of the Dark Knight. Well, unless you count the crappy cosplays that popped up. Aquaman is also known by the looks of it, but it doesn't seem like he goes to the surface a lot. Then Captain Marvel, or Shazam, seems content to work in Fawcett City.

Of course, last but not least is Superman, the big blue operating in Metropolis. A city with such a low crime rate that it could be considered paradise. All thanks to Superman. Though there is no record of one Supergirl, not even a Powergirl, there is scarcely any mention of a Superboy. Though more importantly, the Justice League was already established, it seemed. Their current base of operations was unknown, but Emet assumed they were on the satellite in space. Though it made him think...

("Which continuity is this?") There were various DC Universe alternatives. But nothing seemed to stand out about this world so far; maybe it was the Young Justice one.

Emet leaned back in his chair as he continued typing away. It seems a number of young heroes were operating as well, but there is no such thing as a Young Justice.

("I wonder, should I perhaps try and make contact?") Usually, anyone who finds themselves in the DC universe would much rather avoid any heroes or villains. But, as stated before, he probably wouldn't be able to keep himself hidden for long. The heroes of the DC universe were by no means perfect, but it would be at least better if he was on their side rather than any villains. But how would he go about doing that?

("Thoughts for later. For now, I study.") He couldn't take any of the books with him, but he was confident he'd be able to study what he needed to. So, stepping away from the computer, Emet decided to read a little.

He didn't know why the librarian sent him strange looks when he asked about books on human and animal anatomy; maybe it was his glasses? Maybe, but he didn't let his thoughts linger on the subject for long as he quickly found his way to an empty chair and table. The library as a whole was empty, so he could sit just about anywhere. And so he read.

Stopping at the library proved to be the best choice, as he had made a breakthrough. He had figured that said breakthrough would take ages to uncover, but it seems he only needed a little bit of knowledge to go with his creation. Emet stared at his palm, where a butterfly hovered inches above; it seemed content not to leave.

The butterfly had delicate wings adorned with hues of vibrant orange, deep blue, and striking black. Its wingspan stretched around 4 inches, demonstrating its sizable and powerful stature. The thin, velvety wings were patterned with bold stripes and speckles, making them a sight to behold. Its body was slender, with a slender thorax and a rounded, bulbous abdomen. The eyes were large and multifaceted, shimmering an iridescent blue with every movement. The graceful butterfly's legs and antennae were long and slender, completing its entrancing look.

He had done it; he had created life! He was half-tempted to smile at his success as he continued staring at his creation. It was alive, and he was the maker of this singular butterfly. A living entity that had its own will.

"Now go and live your life." He slightly raised his hand, and it listened before it flew off, the beautifully patterned wing soon disappearing from his view. He felt like a proud mother seeing their child off.

"I should've named her." He said it with a regretful sigh as he stared downward. The city didn't sleep, even at night. The streets were still full of people, and cars still crowded the roads. He must admit that from where he was, he got a rather decent view, and it was quite a beautiful view. Where was he, you might ask? Just atop a building, this was his other breakthrough, if it could be called that. It was flight, which was far less noticeable than creating life; either way, it was useful. It was a simple process; all it required was delicate control of one's own Aether, not as useful as teleportation but useful none the less.

Teleportation was still quite beyond him. With a world so sorely lacking in Aether, it was hard to navigate. But he was working on something. But he was at least making progress on Creation Magic, so that was something. As for other Ancient abilities or perks, he never had the time to test out how strong, agile, or fast his body had become. There was never a chance, really, but it would be prudent to check. That way, if the time came, he could perhaps fight at close quarters instead of throwing weapons at the opposition. Though if that didn't work, simple magic would suffice.

Conjuring arcane spells from the Final Fantasy world should be a simple process. Envision the spell, use a reference, and put a certain amount of Aether in it. See, simple. But he would need to work on some spells soon, as something was approaching the Earth.

Emet looked upward at the night sky littered with stars. And he wasn't enjoying the view; he was watching something.

Since he had learned how to use soul sight, all he had seen were weak and barely audible souls. The humans of Earth inherently had weak souls and dull colors, but this? This was something else. Whatever was approaching was barely in the Earth's atmosphere, yet he could clearly see its soul. In his perspective, it lit up the whole sky. Engulfing it in a brilliant glow, reminiscent of the intense sun's rays. Despite being so far away, it was going to touch the ground in record time. If he had to guess, maybe 5 or 6 hours, and it looked to be heading for New York. Or somewhere in New York at any rate.

"If I follow its soul, I should more or less be able to navigate where it will land." He wondered if there were any heroes who took note of it. There was a chance at that, but there was also a chance that it remained undetected. Whatever was approaching might be a threat to the Earth. Some people might die. But whatever it was, would he be powerful enough to stop it? Perhaps not, but he could avoid some deaths. Emet sighed as he stood up from his seated position. If it's something powerful, he'll simply run; if not, he'll kill it.

So he stepped over the building's ledge, but he didn't fall; it was as if he were suspended in the air. In truth, he was merely floating. He was high enough in the air, so he didn't need to worry about being seen. Though it wouldn't matter much if he was seen, the world was so filled with heroes that he wouldn't have received that much attention.

So he simply took off on a mellow flight; he hadn't quite tested how fast he could go, but for now he'd take it slow. At least until he can create a barrier of some kind, it should be a simple affair. With a barrier, he wouldn't need to worry about his body getting too injured if he flew too fast.

Something to work on, so he leisurely sailed through the air. It was quite a feeling to be able to fly; the ground fell away as you felt free. No longer restricted to the ground, being able to soar through the air weightlessly. It felt as though you floated just above the Earth, the wind hitting you as all was drowned in silence. Beneath, one could see the view of the city, the immense light that engulfed it, and so much more. His flying came to a halt however as he hovered above what looked like a small forest.

Forest Park, located in Queens, It wasn't that long of a flight, as he was already in Queens. He didn't know whether his predictions would be found correct, but by following that strong soul, he predicted that it would make its landing somewhere in this general area. So he descended to the ground, his feet soon touching the dirt. Aether flared slightly beneath him as a simple wooden chair spawned into the world. Emet took a seat as he continued staring at the sky. If he had to wait, then there was no way he was going to stand around like an ass. But still he wondered what it could be, some manner of alien or maybe a weapon? Either way he was going to have to wait for awhile.

("Patience is a virtue.") Those thoughts passed his head, but it would seem that no patience was required.

Suddenly, a bright light filled the sky, and a loud rumbling sound echoed through the trees. The source of the light was a small, flying ship-like object that went crashing into the forest a bit of ways away from him. It descended rapidly, leaving a trail of sparks and debris in its wake. The trees shook as the ship crashed into them, breaking branches and uprooting bushes. It came to a quick stop, however, slightly buried in dirt and shattering trees.

Emet looked at the sight with slightly wide eyes.

("That...was a lot sooner than when I was expecting.") His frown deepened as he stood up from his created chair, said chair fading into thin Aether. Emet walked through the makeshift forest and followed the trail of destruction caused by the crashing ship. It didn't take long to find the spacecraft, and as he looked at it, he couldn't help but marvel at its design.

It was a shiny metallic spaceship with an elongated triangular shape. It had a pointed front end and a tapering tail end, with two large wings extending outward. The ship's exterior was covered in intricate lines and patterns, which appeared to be part of its complex design. Further, it emitted a bright blue glow from its engines that soon died down.

("I've seen this design before...") Emet continued studying it as the ship's entrance seemed to slide open while someone stumbled out of the wreckage. That blinding aura of theirs was becoming more prominent as someone crawled their way out of the wrecked area. It was a girl he noted, with long flowing gold locks and deep blue eyes and a youthful face that signaled that she was young, within the 16–17 age range he would guess. She was dressed in what seemed like a white body suit, with a strange and familiar emblem placed on her chest. Yes, this radiant glow was coming from her.

She stood up shakily, seeming to be in a slight daze as her eyes wildly darted around. Apprehension filled her eyes as she breathed heavily before they landed on him. And then, in the next instance, sound seemed to burst into the wind as Emet found himself flying against his will.

"Huh?" His journey in the air did not last long as he crashed harshly against a tree, hard enough for it to snap like a twig, before he himself fell onto the dirt ground. He wasn't injured; he was just slightly shocked as he stood back up, dusting off his clothes.

"Not fun." He spoke as he looked around the dark forest park. Her soul still radiated with that magnificent glow, so he approached it again. He had evidently not been sent far, as she came into view again quickly. Her head darted around rapidly as fear and surprise seemed to grip her. Her eyes found him again, and she looked on in shock. She seemed to want to approach him again, but he held up a hand as he signaled her to remain in her position. He didn't quite feel like getting sent flying again. She seemed to understand what he meant and seemed content to speak from there.

To others, her words would seem like gibberish, but to the ears of an Ancient, they translated to simpler words.

"Kal-El! I need to find Kal-El!" Her voice was filled with panic and an underlined hint of sadness, and Emet had an inkling as to why.

"Calm down."

"You speak Kryptonian?" She asked, and her eyes seemed to be momentarily filled with some hope.

"No, just have a universal translator."

"Huh?" She seemed confused at the term, if her head tilt was any indication.

"Nevermind, you're Kryptonian, yes? What is your name?" He already knew, but he just wanted to be sure first.

"My name is Kara. I was from Krypton. But it's gone..." She seemed to choke up a bit as her gaze fell to the ground, and tears seemed to leak out of her eyes as she continued in a whisper. "My parents...they're-" She spoke as if remembering something as tears continued spilling from her eyes. She buried her face in her hands as she let her legs give out.

"Er..." Emet didn't quite know how to deal with someone who was grieving. He didn't have that much experience with it, so he merely approached the girl as he patted her on the shoulder; that was how one comforted someone, yes?

"Uhm, if there's any reconciliation, you have my condolences?" Kara just nodded as she wiped the tears from her face.

"I'm sorry. It's just that the memory is just so clear. Of my father...when he..." She shook her head as if wanting to forget.

"You probably shouldn't try to recall the memory." She nodded as she stood back up.

"Yes...you're right..." It didn't seem to work, as the expression of her sadness was all but ingrained into her face. "But my body. It feels so strange. Earlier, I really didn't mean to attack you."

("Right, she's probably just developing her powers.") Hmm, this might be tough. But still, I'm pretty sure her ship was never supposed to land in New York; no, it should've been Gotham, I think. Something to remember.

"It's fine, but you said you were looking for someone, right? There's someone else on this planet that says they're Kryptonian."

"There is!? That must be Kal-El!" Her voice finally seemed hopeful now. "I remember his parents sending him away, so it must be him!"

"Maybe he's pretty far from where we are, though."

"Please! You must help me find him!" She spoke with pleading eyes as Emet pondered it.

("As good a chance as any to get introduced to the League. I might score some browny points from the big man this way too.")

"Sure, I'll help." She seemed to light up at his words as she looked ready to hug him. Luckily, she was aware that it wasn't the best of ideas. "But first, it would be prudent to outfit you with more modest attire." Emet spoke as he gestured towards her clothes. She seemed slightly flushed at the revelation but nonetheless spoke.

"Er, I don't exactly have any clothes."

"It's fine; just hold still for a moment." She seemed confused for a moment as he raised his hand at her. A radiant blue engulfed her momentarily as she slightly jumped at the sight in surprise. The light quickly died down as she looked down in shock.

From thin air, clothes seemed to have spawned: a white long-sleeved button shirt, a blue long skirt, black shoes, and stockings. She was not very stylish, but she looked more modest now.

"Wha-How did you..."

"I'll tell you later; for now, we'll make ourselves scarce. No doubt your ship's crash alerted some people. It'll probably be confiscated, but your cousin should be able to help you get it back." Kara seemed conflicted about the news, but she nonetheless looked determined.

"It's fine; finding Kal-El is more important."

"Right, take my hand for a moment." Kara seemed to trust him enough not to hesitate as their hands immediately touched. She was soon surprised when her feet no longer touched the ground, and not long after, they were high enough in the air to almost see the whole of the forest park.

"W-whoa! You can fly?"

"Yeah, your cousin is able to fly as well. Maybe you can too." A slight excitement seemed to hit her before a look of realization overtook it.

"Hold on, earlier you said there was someone who claimed to be Kryptonian. Kal-El should still be a baby.

"Your journey might've taken a while longer; I'm not sure." Emet said with a shrug as he continued holding onto her hand. "Either way, you'll need to learn how to fly; you're kind of heavy."

"Hey!"