Superman, Son of Hippolyta - A T-Rexcellent Reviews Fanfiction

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Chapter 1: The Future is Prologue

"All war is a symptom of man's failure as a thinking animal." – John Steinbeck

When the screams had finally stopped, and the fires eventually started to die out, when the smoke and ash slowly began to clear from the Island of Themyscira, that was when Hippolyta finally found her son.

Kal was standing atop what could only be described as a literal mountain of man corpses, covered from head to heel in so much Barbarian blood, it appeared as though he had actually bathed in the stuff. He held a gut covered skull club in one hand and an equally gory dark sword in the other as he stood there, still poised to attack any perceived enemy in his vicinity, his breaths for air came out rapid animalistic pants and his normally beautiful sky-blue eyes were a dark pupilless red that burned like the fires beneath Mount Etna.

Hippolyta heard a few of her Amazonian sisters release horrified gasps at the nightmarish sight before them, and as if triggered such minuscule noises, Kal's bestial gaze fixated upon the group of warrior women below him with an almost predatory focus, his hellish gaze almost seeming to bore into their very souls.

The Amazons immediately unsheathed their swords, nocked their arrows, raised their spears, and formed a defensive shield wall around their leader, they were all clearly afraid, but were still ready to fight this new terrifying threat and protect their queen at all costs.

Hippolyta knew it would never be enough, so she put her hand around the gem incrusted bracelet their goddess had given her so long ago and prepared to press down on the green crystal inside it as hard as she possibly could.

But the beastial man that had once been their prince did not attack, he just stood there, looking down at them from his mountain of massacred marauders with his blood red gaze for what seemed like an eternity, until finally, Kal's rapid breathing slowly started to return to normal and he began to blink as his vision cleared.

Hippolyta watched red tears fall from her son's face as Kal tried desperately to force the blood out of his eyes, after several attempts, his vision finally cleared enough that she saw his burning red eyes slowly return to the beautiful blue she knew and loved once more.

Kal tried to focus on his mother and her fellow warrior women down below him as his eyesight slowly returned and he felt himself begin to calm down from the insanity of battle, the pounding in his head was starting to fade away and he could feel the blood in his veins cooling as though a wave of water had been poured over him as whatever darkness had taken control of him receded like the tide.

Once his vision had finally cleared, he could see they were still poised to attack any remaining threat, just like he was, he was just about to call down to them, to let them know it was over and he was alright, but he stopped and instead looked down as he finally realised exactly what he was standing on.

The piled-up Barbarian bodies beneath his feet seem to stare at him with their dead and ruined faces, even those who no longer had eyes in their half-shattered skulls, their gazes filled with what he could only call pure horror and despite his still seething hatred for them, Kal couldn't help but feel a cold chill run through him as he looked down at the mountain of man corpses he stood upon.

That chill slowly turned into a horrible fear filled sensation as Kal realised, he was still holding Hercules's skull club in one hand and his own dark sword Eclipse in the other, the bloody and gore covered state of both weapons was far more then he could bare at that moment.

Kal instantly dropped both of the slaughter saturated weapons to the carcass covered ground in repulsion, shakily, he raised his hands to his face, they were caked in dirt and covered in blood, whilst little shards of bone and pieces of brain matter clung to his palms like persistent carrion flies.

Slowly, Kal gazed around at the mass devastation that surrounded him, everywhere he looked, he saw demolished buildings, blood-soaked earth and still burning foliage, his mother's kingdom had been almost completely levelled by the hands of the deranged demigod Hercules, his tribe's once beautiful island paradise had been reduced to a burning ruin thanks to the savage brutality of the barbarian brotherhood.

His home had nearly been completely destroyed… in part by his own hands... and Kal felt sick at the realisation.

Hippolyta watched as her son turned away and proceeded to violently vomit out whatever food he had eaten earlier that day in disgusted disgrace, only pausing to take in a brief breath of bitter air before resuming to purge his insides out, and as the regurgitated bile began to waterfall down the hillside of corpses to the bloody ground below, Hippolyta thought she could see ripped chunks of flesh in the pooling puke.

After wiping his face clean of any leftover vomit that might have clung to the outside his mouth, Kal slowly turned to face his mother and her warriors again, his eyes were watering from the pain and sickness he felt, his strong body felt unnaturally weak and spent as he remained hunched over from the vomiting, while his head started to ache from the stress again.

The Amazons guarding their queen tensed in their battle stances as their prince moved to step down from the mountain of massacred men, only for Kal to slip and lose his footing, falling down the hillside of human bodies and to the ground in front of them without even giving so much as a cry of pain.

Kal remained where he fell, face down in mud and blood for a long moment, before the distinct sound of sobbing could be heard and when he finally raised his head, Hippolyta could see burning tears streaming down her son's face in such volume, they began to wash away the filth covering his face and she was suddenly taken back to many years ago, where a beautiful blue-eyed babe had cried into her shoulder as she comforted him over the loss of his parents.

The group of warrior women remained where they all stood, watching as their prince and champion sobbed on the ground before them, none of them moved, none of them spoke, none of them knew what to do in this unprecedented situation.

None, except for the queen, for whereas her sisters saw either a murderous monster or a pained prince, Hippolyta saw only her son, she began pushing her way through her guards, her guards attempted to stop her, but Hippolyta just continued to force her way past them until finally she was able to rush over to her son

Kal heard his mother's fast footfalls as ran towards him, he looked up just as she came to kneel down to his side, moments before he threw himself into her arms with a grateful cry, Hippolyta only just being able to catch him in time.

"Ssshhh, it's okay." Hippolyta said soothingly into Kal's ear as she held him close as he continued to cry, ignoring the blood and tears that had begun to stain her armour. "It's okay Kal."

"N-no mother, no its… it's not." Kal barely managed to gasp out as his sobbing suddenly intensified and he buried his head deeper into her neck.

Hippolyta said nothing for a while after that, she simply held her son as he cried and sobbed into shoulder, comforted him as he hiccupped and shook in her arms in front of all her sisters in the middle of their war-torn island paradise.

"It will be Kal." Hippolyta finally said as she pulled his head up from her shoulder and wiped the tears from her son's eyes with her fingers, just like she had done when he was just a babe. "It will be my Little Fallingstar".

Mercifully, at that moment, a gentle rain had begun to fall, small droplets of calming water that washed away the blood of battle and fires of devastation.

The dream of paradise had died this day… but thankfully, the nightmare of war was finally over… at least for now…

Greetings my fellow fanfic readers and writers, I hoped you all enjoyed Superman, Son of Hippolyta Chapter 1: The Future is Prologue, and as you can probably tell from reading this prologue, this will not be your usual Superman story…

My List of References featured in this Chapter.

1. The title of this chapter is a reference to famous Shakespeare Quote. "What's Past is Prologue."

2. Kal standing atop a pile of Barbarian corpses while wielding two weapons in his hands amongst the burning ruins of Themyscira is a reference to the image of Kratos standing atop a pile of solider bodies while wielding the Blades of Exile in his hands amongst the burning ruins of Mount Olympus as seen on the Greek Amphora in Tyr's Vault in God of War 2018.

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