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I can talk about it now that they're over, those dark days under McCauley's control, now that... but, of course, you haven't reached that part of the story yet.

Can you imagine what it's like to realise that you don't have control over your own actions? That was the moment I realised. Everything up to that point I'd managed to rationalise one way or another. But after seeing her in that dark, dark room, knowing that I'd put her there, when she begged me to get her away before they recaptured her every fibre of my being screamed to respond, to teleport her - us - out of there. Instead, I let my head fall and murmered something apologetic. Because I couldn't do it. Not from fear, not from a desire not to, I physcially couldn't defy them.

All the psychatrists, all the councellors, they've all been telling me I shouldn't blame myself for what happened. Some of them might even mean it. Either way, how can I not blame myself? Even after Micro had knocked her unconscious, a flick of my wrist and a blink of my eyes would have freed her. Instead, I was ordered to take the whole group to a medical room - and I obeyed.

There, while Wolf recovered and Mano got a new helmet, I had to stand and watch "at the ready" in case I was needed; while they "played it safe" by putting a collar of some sort on Trinity. Then, mercifully, I didn't have to watch what they did next after they wheeled her into the next room, which looked like the chamber Frankenstein's monster woke up in, complete with huge switch. But, an hour later after I'd been allowed to sit down, I did hear her screaming and turned away, trying and failing to block her out while I cried and cursed my weakness.

I only saw her twice more before the big endgame. The first was the following day, when she stood like a zombie while I took her to the office of McCauley himself, and waited outside before returning her to the room I'd taken her from, a bedroom, not the black room. The second was a week later, when I took her and a man I've never seen before or since to a back alley near Legion HQ. He whispered a few words to her, and I saw her wake up from the zombie-state as he directed us to blink us away.

Even though she knows now that it's not my fault, I was controlled the way most of us were controlled, I still haven't been able to face her to say sorry. It seems so... tiny in comparison to what she must have gone through, especially when she first had to face it. It's why I asked to write this bit of this book. Not to justify what I did, since I should have been able to break the conditioning, the way [CENSORED] later did, and I still hate myself for not doing it, especially when I heard those screams. Just to apologise as best I can.

Sorry Trinity.

Irma was annoyed and worried.

Annoyed because, although - after she finally snapped and threatened to make the next person who called her "Satin Girl" spend a week believing themself to be a hamster - people had stopped calling her it to her face, she still had to hear it running through their minds. She was prepared to swear some of them were doing it on purpose...

Worried because of Trinity. Since she'd appeared back at HQ out of the blue one evening, she'd refused to let her do a proper mindscan to find out what had happened to her. That wasn't like Trinity at all, who she'd spent several sessions with, helping her adjust to becoming three minds in one and training her to resist psi-attacks. And even a cursory scan not only showed that Trinity wasn't lying when she said she couldn't remember a thing, but told her that something was badly out of place in Lorna's mind - what, she couldn't tell without going deeper, and she couldn't and wouldn't go deeper without Trinity's permission. She communicated her concerns to Cos, who she could tell shared her concern... maybe moreso.

"She's been badly traumatised somehow Cos. I know the physical didn't show anything, but the amnesia's proof enough without whatever else I can feel wrong about her."

"So what do you want me to do? Send her away to go rot? Give her time Irma, she's had a bad shock."

Irma got impatient; "I know she's had a bad shock Cos, that's what I'm SAYING! And it's not going to get better... SHE'S not going to get better, without making her face her missing fortnight."

Rex bit his lip. He knew Irma was right, but he couldn't order Lorna to let Irma into her head. Firstly, it seemed wrong to even think about giving such an order. Secondly, it went against the grain to order anyone to do anything - the trick to good leadership was manoeuvring events and people in such a way that you never had to give orders; if you had to order people about rather than just ask, things were already bad. Thirdly, he should really tell Leviathan, who was after all still the official leader even if he'd unofficially demurred to Cos, and Gene was edgy about Lorna being on the team already between her "limited" powers and her disappearing off the face of the Earth for nearly three weeks. If he suspected anything was seriously off with her, Cos could hardly disagree that Lorna should be off the team right now. And he just knew that, whatever was wrong with her, sticking her on gardening leave wasn't going to make her better.

Irma, seeing - and, obliquely, feeling - Cos' thought process, interjected with a softer tone; "It doesn't need to be me Cos, it doesn't even need to be a telepath. But she's got over two weeks of missing memory plus god-knows-what repressed trauma. She needs help. Urgently. You're close to her, you don't need to order her, just try and talk her into seeing someone. For her own sake."

"I'll... have a word Irma. But if she doesn't want to, I won't force her. I can't force her."

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At that moment, Trinity was lying silently, split into three, on her king-size bed in her room. To all appearances, the three of her were silent, but they were talking to each other inside their heads. All trying to figure out what it was just behind the veil. There was a glowing stick, a man with horn-rimmed glasses, a syringe... but all so faint, so vague. Why couldn't she... they... remember?

'Boot, I'm thrilled that you're posting this again! This time, I can't sit by and let that cool story I was a part of go to waste, so I plan to go back through, catch myself up on Juan/IB/myself's storyline, and continue it from there.

IB, if you read this--do the same! I wish Juan would drop in too.

Another project for me to do, but those are the things I like best . And it's good to see you writing again too Reboot.

Didn't I post about this a year ago in a review thread? What happened to that thread?

Anyway, needs more Spark

Ta. I PMed iB about it a week or two back, BTW. He said he's still got plans, but no time to write them up in

So, how's this project coming along for you anyway?

"God, I'm BORED!"

The exclaimation had been building in Spark's throat for at least fifteen minutes now, and the sentiment behind it had been rattling around in her for at least a week. There was no two ways of saying it - life with the Workforce had become very, very dull. They trained, they smiled for a lot of cameras, they had to suffer that stupid canned music whenever they entered the building... and not much else happened. Oh, for an actual supervillain to fight or something...

Lying on her bed, she played idly with her electricity, joining her fingers with it like someone playing with an elastic band. No-one else was around. Unless someone was paying for the whole team to turn up or McCauley had some big launch, they generally went about in twos, and she was the odd girl out today.

She looked at the phone. 212-555-7452. Garth's private number. She knew it by heart, but she wasn't going to be the one to call him. He left her behind.

She suddenly found she had the phone in her hand and her fingers hovered over the buttons. Slamming it down angrily, she walked over to the bathroom. She wasn't going to be the one to give in on this. He wanted to patronise her, care more about their stupid degenerate brother than her, let him! He chose to split them up, it was HIS FAULT. The last two words were shouted as she generated enough voltage to split the water on her hands into hydrogen and oxygen, and narrowly avoided destroying the sink.

Now, she cried, fighting it all the way but unable to stop herself. She splashed water in her face, bit her tongue and gulped down water until the sobbing stopped. She was not going to let Garth get her worked up like this. Stupid bullheaded jerk that he was.

She went back into her room, stripped off and changed into her nightshirt, and semi-randomly grabbed a DVD from her "comedy" pile. It was only two in the afternoon, but suddenly she felt like vegetating, and it was her day off after all. As the big red ship filled the screen, she knocked a chunk off the chocolate bar she kept by her bedside. No, she didn't need Garth. Really.

"Thank you for continuing to hold, please wait."

The muzak resumed.

Livewire struggled not to fry the phone.

His frustration had been building for fifteen minutes now, ever since he'd called to find himself put on hold. He'd called the Workforce switchboard at least ten times in the past week, trying to get through to his sister, and every time he'd been put on permanent hold. He needed to talk to Ella, didn't this stupid machine realise that? It was his fault, he knew that, and he wanted to sort it out, but he had to talk to her on the phone before arranging a face-to-face meeting after what happened last time.

Finally, his frustration got the better of him and he slammed the phone down and stormed out of the building with the "intention" of wandering aimlessly. He needed his twin sister. Really.

(interlude)

I like how you're getting around to the various characters, Reboot, and how you write them. Feel free to use Kinetix, XS, Jaz, Polar Boy and Chuck if you want. I MIGHT have some time on my hands this term break, but I'm not promising anything.

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I think I'm juggling too many characters as is, TBH I've got seven public Workforcers, half of whom have had little airtime (I know what I want from Reflecto and Dragonmage, but I'm having a hell of a time with their dialogue, and I must admit that I have no handle on the "Surfer Jo" Ultraboy at all beyond someone for Enrapture to screw with in every sense of the phrase.), four private Workforcers, the teleporter (who isn't a Legion character, but at least some people here will recognise ), McCauley, Gates and Starboy, plus Trinity and Cos, Garth and Irma/Tela (Saturn Girl) from the Legion to contend with right now.

Believe it or not, I have a plan for most of them, at least, that ends in a fairly specific blowout (and I've hinted at it already, both in my recent posts *and* the posts from last year, since I've had something very like it in mind from my introduction of McCauley onward) but actually implementing it is proving hard, especially since it seems to keep growing as factors I hadn't considered leap out at me

I've got plans for cameos by most Legionnaires, including Kinetix and Blizzard ( isn\'t that the codename decided on for Brock ?) in a future installment, but that's about it from "your" characters, Trinity excepted .
Here's hoping.
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«Okay, first real fight, don't blow it,» Polarity thought moments before a giant green boxing glove hit him in the face

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Andromeda was nervous as she stepped out of the black limosine. That feeling came more and more often to her nowadays, even if she was still good at not showing it, since she seemed to be expected to take a higher and higher profile. Still, this was verging on outright scary, and she stepped off the ground in case her walk was affected by the threat of her knees trembling.

The actual photo shoot had been arranged over a month before, but she had only found out about it a few days ago. The prospect, to her, wasn't thrilling.

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"Hey, Drag, some help here would be nice!"

Dragonmage looked, seemingly impassively, on as Ultraboy ran, superfast, in a circle around their attacker, trying desperately to avoid the blasts being spat at him while Dragonmage floated high. Out of sight, out of mind.

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"Here I come to save the day!" Reflecto sang as he leapt backwards into the air, swords flashing brightly in the sunlight, straight over a cutting laser now aimed about half an inch beneath his spine.

Enrapture scowled at him.

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"Paul...arity!" Spark shouted and blasted their assailent as she saw Polarity wasn't getting up. He retreated, temporarily blinded but otherwise unhurt from her full-strength blast.

"C'mon Paul..." she muttered, shaking him, then giving him a slight shock to wake him up.

"Ummm.. did we win...?"

"Not yet - MOVE!" she yelled, as another boxing glove scarcely missed them. "Well, at least he's predictable," she quipped nervously.

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Andromeda sat in her dressing room and looked at the excuses-for-clothing she was meant to be pictured in. It wasn't that she was ashamed of how she looked - far from it - it just felt... wrong to pose like this.

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Jose was tiring. Even an ultra guy could only run for so long. And to top it off the ****in mage was still hovering there. What the **** was he ****ing waiting for exactly?

Indeed, to all appearances, Dragonmage was just hovering atop a glowing green dragon. But...

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Reflecto was enjoying himself. Nothing the blaster could do would hurt him after all. It was just an excuse for a good workout.

Enrapture was less thrilled. As for as she could tell, there was no mind behind the form attacking them. It was as shallow as a cardboard cut-out, and left her with nothing to work with. She thus wished Reflecto would stop clowning around & just shoot the thing, and communicated this to him telepathically in the most forceful terms.

Bad enough they were stuck out in the middle of a desert filming a car ad. Actual danger meant she'd better get something out of this, as she eyed up one of the young male technicians fleeing the fight.

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Polarity looked at Spark and tried to remember that this wasn't a good time to ask her to be his date for the Halloween party. "Any ideas?"

"Not many."

They'd been hitting-and-running for the past five minutes, trying desperately to stay ahead of the mute, black-and-green-clad figure chasing them. Oddly enough, it didn't seem interested in the retail park they'd been showily defending, but in them specifically. And it had missed several clear-cut chances to knock them both out for the count, preferring instead to prolong the fight.

"Double-tag then?"

"Okaay," Spark replied, not confident. Yeah, greater than the sum of the parts and all, but it was going to leave them wide open.

Both of them were wishing Dragonmage or Andromeda were there.

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Andromeda lay back, clad only in a small bikini, and tried to look relaxed as the she heard the clicks of the camera.

"And great - and over."

As she turned over to float on her front above the white box of a set, head supported by arms which were supported by thin air, and gave the camera an odd sort of grin she'd been told to give, she wasn't feeling any more comfortable. No matter how tight her costume was, it still covered her whole body and she wasn't comfortable with this at all. She felt like she'd give anything to be allowed to really cut loose and hit something right now.

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Dragonmage finally swooped down at the figure in green and black, lifting it up by its brown hair and blinked twice.

Where the figure had been that had troubled Ultraboy so much, a cardboard cut-out of that figure floated down to the ground.

"Did you... what... was..." Ultraboy spluttered, trying to force the words out.

"Magically animated drawing. Fairly simple spell, really." Dragonmage checked his nails casually, showily, as if they were more of a problem than the thing which had Ultraboy running in circles.

"Then WHY DIDN'T..."

"Ultraboy..." Dragonmage gestured to the cameras which had caught every second of the fight for Workforce TV, "if you're going to save the day, you need perfect timing."

With that, he flew up casually into the air, followed a moment later by badly annoyed Ultraboy.

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"Reflecto, I swear..."

Moments before, Reflecto had rescued Enrapture when the ground she had been standing on was blasted into a trench metres-deep. True to form, she was more annoyed at being slung over his shoulder and seen as the damsel in distress than at being saved from a pair of broken legs or worse.

"You know, you probably want to see about losing some weight. I'm thinking of seeing McCauley about starting my own fitness line - Reflecto's Fitness Spectacular... no Reflecto's Get-in-Shape, wait..."

He didn't seem to notice the fact that they were running from an ever-widening hole in the Earth behind them.

"Reflecto," Enrapture muttered telepathically from her indignant position, "if you don't shoot this bastard right this second I use your body to do it for you..."

"Hey - that's the fun bit! Okay, it's not quite as fun as..."

"REFLECTO!"

"Okay, okay, sheesh, you'd think we were in trouble or something." With that, he dumped Enrapture on the desert ground, ran around to pull the beam after him, reached into his shoulder holsters and put two bullets between their assailant's eyes before it even registered with it that Reflecto had touched the guns.

"Thank you, thank you very much!" Reflecto's Elvis impression was dire, Enrapture thought as she picked herself up. He would pay for this - all of this. Slowly...

She wandered over to the figure and found only what looked like a cross between a shooting-range target and one of those cardboard cut-outs of celebrities. It was flat and had two clean holes in it's head where Reflecto's bullets had passed through. In details, it resembled the figure they'd been fighting, but the figure they'd been fighting had been solid.

She brushed her hair back, massaged her tender rump from where Reflecto had thrown her on the ground, and walked towards the oddly-undamaged portakabins they were staying in. She'd have to be the one to write a report, since Reflecto could barely focus long enough to brush his teeth, but after that she was having that technician, by hook or by crook. She had a lot of stress to work off.

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Polarity placed his arms round Spark's body.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Isn't it my job to ask that?"

"Stop stalling."

"I don't stall, I proctrastinate."

"Been reading the dictionary?"

"Now who's stalling?"

They paused.

"GO!" They shouted together and leapt out as one, Polarity generating power which Spark absorbed, converting it to pure electricity, which she let out as a continuous bolt in the direction of their assailant, blasting and hoping until she saw him finally fall. Then her legs gave way.

"Ella!" Polarity held her up.

"S'okay Paul, just tired. Don't think I'm meant to use double power," she forced a weak smile. "Better check on that guy before he gets up again."

"Don't think that's a problem," as Polarity looked across and saw the charred remains of a cardboard figure where their assailant had been. «What the hell...?»

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Andromeda finally got back into her own clothes at the end of a long, long day. Refusing the chaffeured lift back, she flew high and fast before anyone could object.

«Haven't been up here in a while,» she thought as she soared into the clear night sky. Ever since she'd joined McCauley, in fact. And after a day like that, the little voice at the back of her head that sometimes niggled "Why" got louder. It was something she hadn't wanted to do, and yet she'd done. And the flight over a desert road, only a van travelling the empty road in any direction within five miles of her, rang a faint bell somewhere in her head.

«Why?» she wondered as she touched down at the Workforce compound.

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"I saw the news reports. Superlatively done, even I must confess. No injuries or deaths, no significant damage, and all thanks to the Workforce." McCauley's snake-like smile broadened.

"Of course sir. Will you be wanting any more any time soon?"

"No, no, not yet. Overdo it, and they begin to wonder, and we can't have that Dragonmage, can we? Incidentally, that other thing I asked you about, after the scientists didn't find a metagene..."

"Certainly magic at play, sir, but I can't duplicate the spell yet. It's... complicated"

McCauley's smile faded, but it had been too good a day, and he needed Jin onside. "Very well, you may go. And remember, speak of neither of these things to anyone."

Spark entered the rec room, and, seeing that Andromeda was the only other one there, using a computer, walked over to her. "What're'you up to?"

"Trying to pick a costume for the Hallowe'en party."

"Wait... we're getting to go to that?"

Andromeda looked round at her. "No-one told you?"

"I heard the Legion had invited us, but no-one told me You-Know-Who had said we could go."

Andromeda bit back an automatic remark about calling McCauley that, wondered why she'd had to, and replied "It came through a few days ago, and it's even registered with Reflecto. You're sure you haven't just forgotten?"

Suddenly, Spark realised why no-one had told her. Garth. No-one on the team (except Reflecto, but that was a given) had mentioned the big argument she'd had in the room with her twin brother since the event itself. And attending the Legion Hallowe'en party meant she'd be face-to-face with him for the first time since. Obviously no-one had wanted to be the one to see her reaction.

"Ella?"

Spark shook her head to clear it at Laurel's slightly worried tone. "I'm fine. What've'you got so far?"

Laurel thought that Spark had taken it better than she'd expected, but didn't say anything about it. "Not much. I think whoever thought 'comic book superheroes' was a good theme for us was being far too cute. Besides, just look at some of these costumes."

"Says the girl who spent Thursday having her picture taken in a hundred bikinis or less," smirked Spark as she moved in to look at the screen. Admittedly, a few of the costumes WERE a bit... extreme, but most weren't anywhere near as bad as the now beet-red Laurel had suggested, especially when they went around in practically painted-on blue and black suits as a matter of course. "Why'd you do it anyway?" she asked in a more serious tone after seeing Andromeda's discomfort.

"I... don't know," Laurel muttered in a small voice.

Spark looked back round at the tall, powerful blonde, who suddenly looked more unsure of herself than Ella had ever seen her; "You can't ignore it Laurel. In a couple of months, tops, those pictures are going to be all over America and the internet."

Andromeda suddenly wished Spark had kept to slagging her. That, she could deal with. As it was, she tried to say something, but no words came out and she looked to the side and down, away from Spark.

Spark saw this and thought about saying more, but realised it wasn't going to help matters. She had to do something to make Laurel confront it though...

Her eyes flicked back to the screen, and she had an idea. She scrolled through the huge list of superheroine costumes, looking for one for a tall, strong-looking, fairly "well endowed" blonde woman, that covered a fair amount of skin but was still far more "daring" than Laurel would pick for herself. She looked back at her - Laurel was now sitting back in the chair with her eyes closed, looking like she was trying to compose herself. Granted, considering her X-ray vision that was no guarantee she wasn't looking, but Ella doubted she was.

"Dare you to wear this to the party."

Laurel opened her eyes, sat up, and her eyes went wide. The drawing on screen showed a woman with short blonde hair, *huge* breasts, even bigger muscles than Laurel herself and was somewhat shorter to judge. The costume itself was a white leotard, covering arms but not legs, with blue gloves and boots and a short red cape... and a huge hole in the middle of the chest, suggesting that the character in question was not anatomically correct (even over and above some of the... grosser abnormalities).

"You are not serious."

"Why not?"

"Because... because... LOOK at it."

Spark let out an artificially-huge sigh. "I'm not suggesting you get implants or cut your hair off or anything. Just wear it with what you've got - which is more than me, face it. You'll be stunning."

Andromeda opened her mouth to object, but Spark cut in again before she could speak, "It's not as if you'll be showing off anywhere near as much as the other day," before adding on a whim, "Tell you what - you wear that, and I wear a costume you pick for me, no questions asked. I back off, you can back off. How about it?"

Laurel didn't answer. She could tell Ella wasn't going to let this go in a hurry. Instead of answering, she opened a new window and started looking through costumes for Spark. She wasn't going to be a hypocrite and find something like the "costume" for... Vamparella, wasn't it?... she'd seen earlier just to get out of it. Spark was a lot more comfortable showing skin in general than she was anyway - she'd often worn bikinis in her off-hours over the summer and gone sunbathing, and hadn't cared who'd seen her. It had to be something else, some form of detailing or something...

Bingo. The character even had red hair.

"That one."

Spark looked at the screen, agog. After she'd said that she more-than-half-expected to be turning up at the party in a bikini or something, which she'd have been fine with. But what was on-screen covered the character's whole body save the head, which was surprising in itself. What it did have, however, was...metal?... spikes jutting out of the very tight one-piece red leather suit, down the middle of the front and spine to the waist and along the tops of each arm to the wrist, all four lines of spikes reaching right up to the poloneck.

It looked like it would be hell to sit down in.

"Deal's a deal Ella," Laurel said, confident she wouldn't have to wear the white costume, "you wear that, I'll wear the white costume."

Spark swallowed, and set her face. She wasn't letting Laurel off that easily.

"Deal," she said, and held out her hand. Andromeda was surprised, but couldn't back off after she'd said that. "Deal," and shook Spark's hand.

Both then left the room at a slightly-too-quick walking pace, Laurel to her room and Ella to the gardens, both hoping the other would blink before Halloween.

any chance of an update?

OK, I'm in the process of rereading this whole story today. Just to refresh myself, and IB and Juan, who are co-authors of this section, I think we were here:

[EDIT- I've rechecked and am waaay off. Plan on adding new segments to thread shortly to pick up story--Cobie]

Do you mean a "what has gone before"-style thing?

While some of the earlier ones need an update (which I'm about to do now), most of my stuff is covered in the bios here .

Previously, in the 21st Century Legion:

Monius Elysius continued to deteriorate, the lead poisoning becoming too harsh for his body to resists any longer. Sweat continued to drip off his face, and he wondered why he would wake up finally, only to die a slow, agonizing death.

“You know him?” asked Tatiana to the creature they had come to refer as Blok.

“Indeed. Monius Elysius, one of the heroes of legend. As impressive on the battlefield as Achilles, as cunning as Odysseus, and as noble as Cincinnatus. The Roman’s always included one of their own when reciting heroes of legend.”

“Romans? But—nevermind. How old are you, Blok?”

“Old enough,” replied the large creature made of Earth, as he suddenly moved forward, closer to the dying Roman. He was massive, and dwarfed the young Tatiana Mallor, who stepped back suddenly. “You appear very interested in this young man, heir of the shadow wielders.”

“I…I can tell he has a bravery rarely seen these days. And that is the second time you’ve referred to my heritage. Apparently, you know a great deal.”

“Indeed,” replied Blok, as he now leaned forward to Monius Elysius. “Monius,” he whispered, in flawless ancient Latin. “It is not your time yet. You have been awakened because it is your destiny. This era will need you.” The Roman looked up at him, and for the first time, stopped moaning in pain. He nodded at Blok.

“You speak Latin?” asked Tatiana.

“There is hardly a language born on this planet that I do not speak,” replied Blok.

“That may help us more than you realize…” she though to her self, as she turned to the dying Roman. He was now looking at her, the pain as strong as ever. She picked up his hand and held it. Blok stood up, and began to walk out of the room.

“Where are you going?” asked Tatiana suddenly. Blok said nothing.

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“AAAAAARGH!”

The screams were getting louder, and to the point where they were almost unbearable. Monius Elysius was dying in the next room, after he’d saved her life. Dying after somehow surviving for two millennium, if the Blok was to be believed. Dying like her father had done days earlier.

“Jacquie…I know this is difficult,” said Maziah, “but don’t shut the pain out. We can get through this. Together”. Maziah was her oldest and best friend, even though they’d only just met face to face for the first time. In just a short span of a few days, things had changed so drastically. This strange band of teenagers, half of who she had never heard of, hiding away in England. Sara had claimed the Emerald Eye as her own, ensuring that centuries of her families work was for nothing. The Emerald Empress was a living, breathing enemy, and her heritage of an ages old promise to stop such an event was crumbling around her.

The Emerald Empress. Sara Romanescue. Jacquie had watched her for years, and she still could not stop her from killing her father. The Emerald Empress. It was her duty to stop her.

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The Emerald Empress flew through the clouds, allowing the Eye to guide her. Information was flooding her brain, as the Eye opened her memory up to centuries of history that had been denied to her. Her heirs, the clan of Romanescue, were of an Ancient Bloodline that once thrived throughout the Middle Ages. Feared throughout West and East, because of their ferocity and because of their ultimate power: the Emerald Eye of Ekron.

Why had history forgotten her family? What had been done to keep the Clan of Romanescue under the miserable heel of Projectra’s family?

Now was the time to rebuild what should rightfully have been hers.

Venegar.

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Dirk Morgna watched as the creature known as Blok appeared to be meditating. Turning, he saw Jacquie and Maziah whispering to each other, and once more did not want to butt in. What was he doing here?

The girls, he admitted, were stunningly beautiful, and partially the reason he came on this adventure. The Princess was incredible, and unlike anyone he had ever met. Maziah, Arabic but with red hair, was equally as stunning, with a quiet beauty that he had never quite seen before. Tatiana was beautiful too, with her long flowing raven-colored hair.

Right Dirk, he thought to himself. Keep telling yourself its because of the girls that you’re here. Maybe you might actually convince yourself for a second.

The creature known as Blok rose, and without a word, walked past Dirk into the room housing the super-powered Roman Legionnaire. As he passed, Dirk noticed what looked like a large turnip on his chest.

Who the hell are these people?

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Blok reentered the room, to see Tatiana still holding Monius’ hand. She looked almost as exhausted as he was. Blok stepped forward, and ripped the vegetation off of his chest, handing it to Tatiana.

“Blok? Is this…do you want me to feed this to Mon-El?

“Yes,” he replied, as he leaned forward to the Roman. “Eat what she gives to you brave one. You’ve wandered far enough.”

Hours later, Tatiana emerged to see Blok overlooking the caves that they could see from her manor.

“I don’t know what you gave to me, but it’s worked,” she said enthusiastically, despite her exhaustion. “He’s stopped dying.”

Blok nodded to her slightly.

“What you did Blok…I swear, it gives me hope.”

“What you did Tatiana, and the compassion you showed…that gives me hope. Because in the coming days, we will need it.

The Emerald Empress landed loudly in the dessert, blasting away sand for the sheer thrill of using the power the Eye had bestowed upon her. It was amazing at what she could do, and all of the energy she can feel crackling through her veins. And the knowledge! Each few hours she could feel more knowledge being downloaded into her memories, and more pieces of a much larger puzzle coming into play. She wished it was so scattered, and the Eye could just give it all to her, but she didn’t believe it was independent enough to pick and choose what she was allowed to see.

The recreation of Venegar was the ultimate goal; that she knew. But she had much unfinished business to attend to. The Royal Family of Moldavia was destroyed by her hand, except for one: Princess Jacqueline Projectra who had infiltrated their circle of friends with the intentions of holding her back, as her family had done to the Clan of Romanescue for centuries. This was unacceptable. Indeed—they were most likely all in on it! Those awful girls…let them have their own group…she didn’t care if she was an outsider any longer.

Most importantly, however, she needed to learn why the Eye was reawakened to begin with? She knew something must have happened, and she needed to know why—although for some reason, whenever she planned on pursuing this, the Eye continued to give her more information on other things that needed to be done.

No matter, she had a name. Mordru. She would find the man known as Mordru.

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“Feeling better, Moinus Elysius?” asked Blok, standing in front of the recovering Roman.

“Yes, much better. Whatever you gave to me creature, it did its job. I feel as good as I felt before the lead poisoning…all those years ago…”

“It must be hard to comprehend, I’m sure. And the others have taken to calling me Blok, which you may call me too.”

“Alright then, Blok. It seems they have taken to calling me Mon-El, which will suffice. The life I knew as Monius Elysius apparently is long past. Two thousand years…that seems to be such a great period of time. The cave that the Persians placed me in truly did have the powers that they spoke of.”

“Indeed it did. And you are here now, Mon-El, and I believe that is for a purpose.”

“You know much Blok. Much more than you are speaking of. Who are these women that we are traveling with? What do they have to do with the Eye, of all things? Surely in two thousand years, the Emerald Eye of Ekron would be long destroyed?”

“I assure you, it has not. And the girls are the brightest there is to offer of this era. One of them will be of interest to you, since you know her father—the third of three, besides you and I, to remember a bygone era.”

“Another?”

“Yes. Mordru.”

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Maziah sat in quiet contemplation, trying to focus on the recent turn of events. However, it was far too difficult for her. Her thoughts were on Nura, her sister. She left so suddenly, almost abandoning her. Hopefully Nura was alright and she really did find the Legion they were searching for. She hoped the Legion treated her well enough and were not mean to her. She stole a quick smile—Nura, she knew, could take care of herself. She was always the more fragile one.

“Maziah?” said Tatiana suddenly, who appeared in the doorway. Maziah’s face lit up.

“Tatiana,” she smiled. “All of this confusion and craziness, it’s still such a pleasure to finally meet you face to face. Thank you for allowing us to stay here,”

“My pleasure,” she replied with her crisp posh English accent. “I cannot tell you how surprised I was to see you and Jacquie arrive at my door, and with the passengers you brought. Surprised, and absolutely delighted,” she added, seeing Maziah’s face grow concerned for a moment. “To believe, others with abilities like ours? This ‘Legion’ is all over the news, but here in Britain! And Mon-El and Blok…”

“Yes, it is amazing that we all found each other….”

“I simply figured that you and Jacquie could not pass up picking up a stud like Dirk,” Tatiana grinned.

Maziah flushed. “It was all so fast…”

“I know. I think you can help me though. Up until now, none of us have been able to understand Mon-El at all, save Blok, who apparently speaks all languages. Not to mention that Jacquie, you, myself and Dirk all have our own accents.”

“You want me to cast a spell?”

“Exactly.”

“Ah, I see! A spell of similarity on Blok’s ability to communicate with everyone. This way we can all understand each other better. Very brilliant, Tatiana. Even if your motives are slightly suspect.”

It was Tatiana’s turn to blush.

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“Look at this,” said Dirk, pointing to the television. “It’s a report on the Legion, and the reaction of the international community. Interesting…you know, I bet we could be—Jacquie?”

The Princess turned suddenly. “Oh, I’m sorry Dirk, my mind was just wandering again.”

“I know it must be hard, Jacquie. But we’ve been sitting around for a few days now, idly doing nothing. Maybe its time we, you know, tracked the green woman, or did something.”

“Dirk…why are you bringing this up to me?” replied Jacquie, slightly taken aback by his being so forward.

“Because, you’re a Princess, aren’t you? Haven’t you been brought up with the intentions of being able to lead? Because, to be honest, right now we kinda need some sort of leader around here.”

The Princess looked, at him, and then away, not really looking at anything at all.

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Maziah sat cross-legged, face to face with Blok, who also sat cross-legged. Around them was a circle of candles, and a rare eastern incense burned in the air.

“Thank you Blok, for agreeing to this,” she said.

“It is no trouble. I was curious to watch you work a spell myself anyway. Will you be able to converse while you do this spell?”

“For this one, yes. I am very adept at using magic, although I still have some ways to go.”

“To one day use magic on par with your father?”

“Y-You know of my father?”

“Yes, I do Maziah Al-Nayal. But I also know you’ve run from him, and that you do not wish to follow in his footsteps.”

“I have become a mage like his is,” she replied.

“I think you know that is not what I meant. Your father has plans for this world, and I believe you wish to stand against him. You do not need to answer.”

Silence came over the room, and Maziah continued to enact her spell, magic emanating from her and flowing into the other rooms around the others.

“How do you know so much about my father, Blok? And Mon-El?”

“I have lived a long life. I will help you Maziah. I will help you do what you need to do against your father.”

She stared at him hard and long, a surge of aggression coming through her—very unlike her more reserved nature. Slowly, he smiled at her; the first time she had seen him make a facial expression. And the warmth he was showing her began to spread.

“You’re an enigma, Blok. But you make me feel safe.”

And with that, the spell was complete.

Previously in the 21st Century Legion

The Mallor Manor

Jacquie searched the news stations, hoping for some type of glimpse of Sara, which was to no avail. She looked over to see Tatiana and Dirk online, going through various websites, message boards and chats on the off-chance that any type of news could be found. She smiled and thought about their earlier ‘meeting’.

The six of them had all stood in a circle, Mon-El fully able to walk around. It was the first time all six of them would be speaking together at the same time, oddly enough. Princess Jacquie smiled wryly, saying “Well, we thank you Blok, for allowing us to understand one another so easily. And you Mysa.” And then without hesitation, she told them that something needed to be done about the Emerald Empress, Sara of Romanescue, and that she planned on taking action and being the one to do it. Before she could finish, it was evident that each one of the other five had every intention of helping her in her mission.

Now the three of them searched the various means available to them (if only they had some type of super-computer like in movies or books), while Maziah did her own search. She looked over to see her friend, whose physically presence she had already grown accustomed to, and saw her deep in meditation, attempting whatever spells she could to locate Sara.

She suddenly wondered how Irma and Nura were doing, and why the telepathic contact with them had stopped so suddenly. Was it because Irma was preoccupied with other things, or was their other forces at work here? She smiled at her own paranoia…the way Blok talked, it seemed that the very future of the world was at stake in the quiet battle they waged.

She did wonder how Blok and Mon-El were doing…

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Rome

Mon-El walked down the streets of Rome, entirely all too uncomfortable with the clothing that he had on. Tatiana had an extra pair of ‘blue jeans’ (an odd name) and a tight-fitting ‘t-shirt’ (equally as odd), with a more ingenious pair of footwear, boots (ah, so they did make progress in two thousand years). He preferred to wear his leather breastplate armor, but was told he would not fit in with everyone else, in this armor-less age. He kept it anyway, at Tatiana’s manor. It was the notion of having to wear these pants that he would have to get used to. Tatiana even told him that even if he could wear the armor, he’d still have to wear pants under it.

Tatiana. She made him smile. He couldn’t help but feel grateful to her for staying with him while he was sick. And she was stunningly beautiful.

“She is too young for you, my friend,” said Blok suddenly, appearing out of the Earth in an alleyway.

“Who is?” replied Mon-El.

“Tatiana. I know what you’re thinking.”

“So now you read minds too, Blok? I wonder how much more cryptic you will be tomorrow,” Mon-El smiled. To be honest, having Blok around was the best thing he could have ever hoped for in dealing with all he had to accept.

Hours earlier, after their brief little ‘meeting’, Mon-El informed the that he needed to see Rome, to see if the Golden City still stood. They all seemed taken aback, but he was firm in doing this…it had been far too long since he had seen the center of the world. Blok prepared him for what he was to see, and it truly was the shock that they had told him it would be.

So much beauty lost. So much of its personality different and washed away. From up high, though, he could still see some of former beauty of Rome, much of it now ruins. After thinking about it for awhile, two thousand years was an incredible amount of time for there to still be remnants of the greatest empire that ever was…so perhaps this was a tribute to all that Rome was. Blok told him it went much deeper than that—society still owed much of its progress to Rome, even this very day. And much of its ills, he added, but Mon-El didn’t feel like pursuing that comment.

“I can fly here at top-speed, even if I have to get used to learning where everything in the Empire is once again. But your ability to travel through the Earth is incredibly impressive. Can you travel anywhere you wish?”

“Almost,” replied the large being.

“I am glad to have you with me then,” replied Mon-El.

They began to explore the city, Blok doing his best to keep to the shadows.

Mon-El walked by another side-road, avoiding the horrendous traffic. He noticed there were no lights and it was almost purposely dark. Immediately, his super-hearing picked up footsteps on either side of him. Without a moments hesitation, he turned and saw three attackers approaching him, two in front, one in back, obviously trying to rob him of his valuables.

He was on the two faster than anything they’d ever seen. One punch, and one attacker was sent through the wall on their side, and another punch sent the other attacker well over 20 feet into the air, Mon-El not caring where he landed. He was on the third before the attacker could even process what was happening. The man fell to his knees, and Mon raised his hand as if to crush the attacker’s skull—

“Stop! Mon-El, you must stop this at once!” yelled Blok loudly.

“Wha--?!” replied Mon-El, shocked. “Blok, these men attacked me—surely for that, their lives are forfeit. This cannot be allowed, attacks in the street. It must be dealt with severely…”

“No, Mon-El, it cannot. Much has changed since the days of Ancient Rome. Death is not dealt so easily in some places anymore, and given your distinct advantage over them, this would be quite similar to murder. I ask you, please, reconsider your wrath.”

Mon-El hesitated. “This era…will take some time to get used to…” he said to himself absently, letting the man go, as he ran away with tears streaming down his face and his courage running down his legs. “But I believe in justice and honor, which may now be understood differently. I have much to think about.”

Quietly, Mon-El walked away, as Blok watched on.

In the shadows, another figure watched the entire exchange. Hasim Diyarbakir looked on, both shocked and in awe of what he just witnessed. For months he had beaten every challenger that stepped up to fight him from across Eastern Europe to Rome. If one beng could possibly hope to beat his Nemesis powers, it must be this individual, whose raw power is like nothing he’d ever seen of before. Yes, this ‘Mon-El’ will be his greatest test.

Saudia Arabia

“Almost there,” thought the Emerald Empress to herself. “To where Mordru is, according to the Eye.” A sudden burst of energy knocked her to her feet, taking the wind out of her. “The Eye is somehow telling me not to go…I know it…how can that be? I am its master! Take me to this ‘Mordru’!

Once more, the Emerald Empress rose in the air, on the way to Yemen, the home of the arch-mage known as Mordru.

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Rome

Mon-El sat and drank an expresso, marveling at the potent effects it was having on him. “I can actually feel my heartbeat speeding up…” he thought, “even on my advanced physiology. Obviously, lack of contact with these modern items have made me more vulnerable to them. Which should prove interesting in balance with my ‘abilities’.” He sipped again, enjoying it.

“I already do not like this era. Those men should have been mine to do with what I see fit after assaulting me for no reason. If I had my gladius, I would have ended it for all three—as it was, their lucky I left my weapons in that cave. But Blok has not led me wrong yet, and I feel he may be my best hope for starting a new life here. I will heed his call for stopping the casual dealing of death, no matter if they deserve it or not. But I will adhere to the old Roman customs that I have always believed in.”

“You. Your name is Mon-El,” he suddenly heard, seeing a young man standing in front of him. There was something strange about him…he was obviously excited and tense. Mon had seen it enough on the battlefield: this boy was ready for a battle.

“It is.”

“My name is Hasim Diyarbakir. I watched you man-handle those men back there. It was magnificent. You may be the greatest fighter I’ve ever seen. However, I believe I can best you.”

“You’d wish to duel, then?” said Mon-El. “I advise against it, ah, Hasim, you said?”

“You can call me Nemesis. And I believe I can beat any opponent.”

Mon-El stood up, ready for a battle. But he suddenly stopped. “No, I have no use for pointless fighting. This will serve nothing, and I don’t care who would win.”

“Then you have no choice,” said Nemesis, as he leaped forward, punching Mon-El across the face.

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Mallor Manor

“Nothing,” said Jacquie, flipping the television off.

“Nothing here either,” said Dirk. “Its no use Jacq, I don’t know what we can do.”

“If only we could find some way to use the mental link that Irma has with us to track down where Sara is,” said Tatiana.

“That’s what Maziah is trying to do now,” said Jacquie quietly. “I apologize for how frustrating this is.”

“There’s nothing you can do, Jacquie,” said Dirk, putting his arm around her shoulders. The sudden closeness of him seemed to surprise her, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about this. He noticed the awkwardness.

“I”VE FOUND HER!” yelled Maziah all of a sudden, completely exhausted! “No, no, no…” she looked terrified, her eyes wide with tears forming. “Not there…” she whispered.

“What is it, Maziah?!” said Jacquie grabbing her, “where is she?”

“She’s going to Yemen…to find my father I think…”

“Oh no,” said Jacquie.

“Her father? Whose her father? Why’s that bad?” said Dirk, rifling questions. “What the hell is going on now?!”

“Maziah, listen to me,” said Jacquie, “I need you to teleport us to where Sara is right now. Can you do that spell? I know you have it in you.”

“I…I…it will take so much out of me, but…”

“Maziah, if we stop her before she gets there, she won’t find your father,” said Jacquie firmly.

“I’ll do it,” she replied.

Behind them, Tatiana had picked up her cell phone and was dialing. “Who are you calling?” asked Dirk, trying to figure out what was going on.

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Rome

Nemesis landed another viscous punch across Mon’s face, to the Roman’s utter shock. How in the world did he keep landing such impossible punches, when Mon’s quickness and invulnerability should have made this fight a non-issue? Mon took the full brunt, but managed to get a punch of his own into Nemesis’ chest, knocking him backwards.

Impossible. The boy should have fallen to the ground from that blow. Nemesis stood up, and the two squared off again. Mon noticed Blok had arisen out of the Earth and was watching intently, as Nemesis landed a sweeping kick and knocked him to the ground, leaping on top of him. Mon used the force to send Nemesis over his shoulders, further away.

Suddenly, the cell phone in his pocket began to ring and vibrate. Tatiana had put it there, and had had explained to him what to do if this should happen. Still, this new technology was like nothing he’d ever seen, and he was in the middle of a fight. An image of Tatiana in need of him, hurt or worse, flashed through his eyes. She would not be calling for no reason. He rose ten feet into the air and turned it on.

Nemesis and Blok looked on from the ground, as Mon fumbled with the phone, finally turning it on. Her voice was extra loud over the phone: “Mon, we need you, and we need you quickly! You have to get to the Empress! She’s approaching Yemen…oh God, do you even know where that is? On the tip of the Arabian Pennisula, south of Saudia Arabia, its…Mon, do you think you’ll make it?”

“I’ll find you, and I’ll find the Empress. I’ll see you there Tatiana,” he said closing the phone. “Blok…,” but Blok was already going back into the Earth, no doubt leaving them to go to the Empress.

Mon flew down and grabbed Nemesis with one arm under his shoulder blade, flying off with him. “Where are you taking me?!” asked Nemesis, shocked and suddenly scared.

“You owe me an explanation. And an apology. And I’m going to get it. Whether I have to beat it out of you, or take it in the form of an ally to help us. We’re going to Yemen…wherever the hell that is.”

“I’ll take you there,” said Nemesis, suddenly curious to where this journey was taking him.

Previously in The 21st Century Legion:

The sound-barrier continued to break in their wake, and things moved far too fast for Nemesis to have any idea what was happening, where they were going and how fast they were going? 200 miles an hour? No, far faster. 500? Who could tell? Who was Mon-El and how strong was he? What had he gotten into?

Mon-El reached Asia in what seemed like minutes, leaving Rome and Europe behind. Through what he once knew as Antioch and into the Eastern world. Nemesis’s knowledge of his home country of Turkey and the surrounding areas had done a fair enough job to let him know where Yemen was.

This was by far the fastest he had ever flown. He had never cut this loose before.

He saw her. He cocked his fist, and…

<span style="font-size: 50px;">BOOM!!!</span>

The punch landed before she knew what hit her, and by rights should have taken off her skull, and sent it around the circumference of the world ten times over. But the Eye must have held some physical protection over her too.

They were still moving at a top speed, and there was no stopping that kind of velocity now. Mon-El simply grabbed a hold of the Empress, and pushed even harder.

She had no idea what was happening, and she was dazed beyond all belief. She felt the Emerald Eye rush energy into her, saving her life, for she surely should have been dead.

Nemesis could no longer stand it. They were moving so fast, he wondered how he was still holding on, unable to realize that Mon-El still had one had on his waist.

Past Yemen, over the Arabian Sea. Kilometers. Thousands of kilometers. Through the Bay of Bengal. Indescribable velocity. Finally, they began to descend. The Emerald Empress fought to regain her senses, the bruise on her face swelling despite the Eye’s best efforts and the man clutching her shoulders. A forest below?

<span style="font-size: 60px;">BOOM!!!</span>

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New York City, de facto headquarters of the Legion of Super-Heroes

Nura had quite enough.

There was a lot going, she knew. And getting this outfit together must be a task that weighed beyond heavily on Gene and Cos.

Nura bint-Mordru bin-Ahmad Al-Nayal needed to know her sister Maziah was safe, and if that meant over-stepping her bounds with the Legion leader, whichever of the two he might have been, then so be it.

“Lyle, a word if you please,” she said to Invisible Kid, catching him when he was alone, as rare as that might be. She liked Invisible Kid a great deal for a variety of reasons: he was incredibly smart; she had noticed that he also quietly would over-step his bounds and act in the role as leader if need be; and he was one of the few males that she had not caught staring at her when they thought she was not looking—something that maybe one day she would use to her advantage.

“Nura, what can I do for you,” he asked.

She told him.

“And Gene’s reaction, I’m sure, was as can be expected,” he added after she finished.

“Of course. We do not have a plane to spare, and even if one day we have all types of technology to help us, we currently do not, so there is no way I could get a group of Legionnaires across the ocean to investigate. I do not think he takes me seriously because of my power.”

“Hm…why come to me?”

“Because I know some of the…’sneakier’ Legionnaires look up to you. Maybe you can help me arrange a small group, to investigate.”

“But how can they get there?”

“Jenni can run across water, can she not?”

“Nura…that’s a long way away…and where would we know where to start? Who would go? Jenni can’t carry people on her backs, you know?”

“I know. She would only need to carry one full person. As to where to start…I had a dream last night…”

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Somewhere Outside of Seoul, South Korea

Two armed soldiers stand guard outside of a small hut, somewhere along the forests. They are hidden among the brush of a forest somewhere outside of Seoul, in South Korea. These soldiers, however, are North Korean.

“If the father fared as terribly as he did, what chance does the boy have?” asked one soldier to the other, a sense of genuine distraught in his voice.

“I’m certain that he has none. Not with who he is dealing with.”

“Gaining the abilities of the father is one thing, but crossing the borders into South Korea to torture a little boy? I do not think this is such a good idea…”

“Quiet. We have no choice in the matter. The boy will talk—and he’s hardly a boy. He is fifteen years of age. Not that it matters to him.”

“I hope he does not use his axe again. What it does to them…”

“Your nervousness is beginning to effect me now Goh. Please stop. The boy will be persuaded, as his torturers name-sake informs us he will. He is young and most likely has no idea at all what this is about. His father somehow began dying because of a radioactive wound in his digestive system that might be the scientific find of the decade, and we needed to learn why. He did not speak, so he was killed. Now his son will face the man who murdered his father, the most famous and heinous torturer that North Korea has ever known. The Persuader.”

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In the hut, a small opening in the ground revealed a pit below, chiseled out of the caverns, edgy with rock and dirk. Six feet deep, the final three feet were filled with disgusting water, rotten by the bacteria that lived within.

A fifteen year old boy, chained by his two arms, hung waist deep in the water. He was in tatters, and he was starving. Ten Zil Kim wondered how in the world he ended up here, and why he was going to die. He knew his father must be dead.

His mother and his little brother Ren, who shared the same secret ability he did, had left South Korea two days earlier on a boat to Japan. He and his dying father would follow suit, since his father was unable to leave his bed that morning. But then they came. And he had been left here for two days, while they tried to learn the secrets to the problems his father faced. They did not yet realize he had his own unique abilities, which his father said were the opposite of his own.

He heard footsteps suddenly, and a door shut.

Someone was here.

South Korea

“He denied me, your father. He denied me what I wanted.”

Ten Zil Kim was shaking with fear, and he had no way of stopping. Waste-deep in bacteria ridden water, starving, in tattered rags and exhausted. And without his will driving it, his body was literally shaking and he had no way of stopping it. He was scared worse than he’d ever been in his life. Worse than when he realized his father was going to die.

“Open your eyes boy. I want you to see me.”

The fifteen year old boy did not open his eyes. Fear caused sweat to run down his forehead, despite the chilly feeling in his bones. His stomach, long ago losing the physiology that gave it indigestion or aches, was churning.

“Your father died on me before I could properly use my skills. Before I could ‘persuade’ them, as they like to say about me.”

Ten Zil opened up his eyes, and looked up the six foot hole. Above him, he saw a massive man, muscular with sinewy arms, with scars all over his bare shirt and chest. His face was covered in an iron mask, which reminded the boy of cartoons of a some executioner about to kill a prisoner by beheading him.

“I will not let you deny me that pleasure again.”

“N-N-NOOOO!” screamed Ten Zil, uttering the first words he had in days. “ST-STOP!!” The Persuader snickered, and reached into the pit, grabbing the chains that were holding him. He began pulling him upwards.

“The secret that your father uncovered. The radiation. I want to know what it is. He must have told you. Whatever it is that was killing him…he must have told you it. We want it.”

“I-I-I don’t know it,” said Tenzil, as the came ever closer to the Persuader. “I don’t know,” Ten Zil lied as he felt his body finally come out of the murky water he was in. He saw leaches on his legs.

“I used my axe to cut him up. I want you to see what he did to my axe.”

Fresh tears began to run down Ten Zil’s eyes, and he felt the salty-ness of them stinging his dirty, unwashed face. The Persuader lifted him out of the hole, so high that he was face to face with him. He backhanded him across the face, and Ten Zil went flying across the room.

The Persuader lifted up an axe from the corner, it’s blade twinkling in the light. No, not the light. It was omitting some type of…radioactive energy? Ten Zil had seen it before…was—does this have something to do with his father.

“If I had known slicing your father up would give me this present, I would have used a dozen more axes.”

Ten Zil crouched together and closed his eyes.

“Come boy. I’ll give you a fighting chance.” Underneath that mask, he knew the Persuader was smiling.

<span style="font-size: 60px;">BOOM!!!</span>

Suddenly, completely out of nowhere, the ground erupted in what felt like a tremendous earthquake! The entire hut itself blew completely off its foundation, and Ten Zil saw the Persuader get ripped up in the wind, and go flying. The chains held, and Ten Zil remained, being pulled by the wind, while the chains pulled his body back in the other direction—literally stretching and ripping him apart.

The wind stopped suddenly, and the damage was everywhere. He could hear more pounding. Then he saw it. Not twenty feet ahead, he could see green energy being fired, while a figure moved around so quickly it looked like a blur.

He looked at the chains, and knew what to do. They were a form of matter, and he could eat through all matter. While the radioactivity destroyed his father from within, it had the opposite effect on Ten Zil and his brother. He began to munch on the chains, ripping them apart with his teeth. He tasted nothing, his sense of taste replaced by a digestive acid that burned the metal into edible substance.

One chain broke.

He kept eating.

Another.

Ten Zil ran, and fell, not realizing how diminished his body was. He needed to eat more. He was starving. Then he saw a gun up ahead, a M-16 from one of the soldiers standing guard as the Persuader prepared to torture him and kill him. Those bastards. They killed his father. They were going to kill him.

He picked up the M-16. He had no clue what was going on. He knew there needed to be justice though.

He knocked on the door.

"Lorna, can I come in?"

"Sure..."

Cos entered the room and saw Lorna, as a single figure, lying on her king-sized bed, on her back in a white Bugs Bunny T-shirt and blue jeans, with her eyes closed. He grabbed one of her chairs and pulled it up to the side of the bed.

"How're you feeling?"

Lorna twisted around to sit on the edge of the bed facing Cos, then leaned forward to rub her face with her hands and said "Tired," she let out a sigh, "just really tired Cos."

Cos paused for a moment. She'd been tired a lot of late. "Lorna, this isn't like you. You know it isn't. You really need to..."

Suddenly, Trinity split into three, and it was T-Purple that interrupted, "To let Irma into our head?"

"I was just going to say 'speak to someone about this. About what happened'. But where's this hostility to Irma come from? You trusted her before."

None of the three replied. She knew it wasn't rational. She knew - from experience - that she could trust Irma, but...

"She's worried about you Lorna. I'm worried about you. We all are."

"Even Mr. Big Shot First Lieutenant Marine Corps I-want-this-weakling-off-my-team Man?" Purple spat the words out.

"Even Gene." Cos kept his tone quiet and level, but this worried him. He thought Lorna and Gene had buried the hatchet a couple of months back when the three of them had sat down together and hashed out codenames for the team. This bitterness wasn't like her. Any of her.

"What, you're trying to tell me that he didn't use my getting kidnapped as an excuse for another try at booting me off the team? I got blindsided Cos - it could happen to anyone."

"Lorna, he wasn't trying to "boot you off" there. He wanted you to take some time off and get some trauma councelling. Like I do."

"Cos," it was Neutral who replied this time, "I'm fine. We're fine. Honest. We don't need some old fart in a white coat telling us our problems are all down to our parents. We're just a little bit more fragile than usual after what happened."

"Lorna, you don't even remember what happened. You can't honestly tell me that's a good thing. And I was the one who stopped your time off being mandatory. But if you're going to spend half the day hiding in your room and not get any help, I'm wondering if that was the right call."

Trinity looked at each other, thoughts racing between her heads.

"Anyway," Cos was still worried, but he needed to move on. This wasn't getting anywhere except to make her angry at him, and he didn't want that. "There were two things I came up to see you about and having a fight wasn't one of them. Are you going to the Hallowe'en party?"

Lorna took a mental vote. T-Orange got overruled. "Yeah. You?"

"I got roped into helping organise it," he made a face, "it's comic-book superhero-themed (Zoë's idea) and the Workforce are coming, so that made 26, and you're the last one I needed to know about."

"Remember to count me as three," T-Purple smirked.

"I wouldn't forget," Cos smiled back. "Have you decided on costumes yet? Zoë wants to know so that she can spend as much time as possible talking you out of unfashionable suits before she has to make them," he said with a broader grin.

"How did she know we have no sense of fashion?" Neutral smiled back.

Cos stuttered for a moment, trying to answer that, before realising, "There's no right answer to that one, is there?"

"Nope," all three Trinities laughed at his embarrasment, and even through it, Cos was glad to see her laughing. "No," she remerged and answered as the last giggles were subsiding, "no ideas at all yet."

"Did you see the site Lyle set up, with all the super-hero pictures to give everyone some ideas?"

"No, what's the address?" Cos gave her it, "I'll have a look around it then, see what there is. How good's Zoë with making them?"

"If she knew you'd asked that after seeing her, she'd kill you you realise?"

"Let her try," Lorna smiled, her mood much improved, "What was the other thing?"

"Get changed. A few of us are going jetskiing in..." he checked his watch "...half an hour, and you're coming with us."

"Huh?! Why, who's going, wha...?"

"You've been sitting up here too long. Lyle, Jaz, Zoë, Garth and me are going, and you're coming or else." He'd slipped a metal hook into the neck of her bathrobe, hanging on the back of her room door, as he came in, and now he used it to pull the bathrobe off its' peg, through the air and into his hands. He surreptitiously pulled the hook out and tossed the bathrobe at her. "Come on, I'll expect to see you in the lobby in twenty-five minutes and that is an order!" he smiled and walked out.

Lorna sat there in shock for a few moments, then hurried to the shower. «Cos...», she thought.

Seoul

Out of thin air, the group of four magically appeared. Maziah instantly collapsed on the ground, totally exhausted in every sense of the word. Her body seems beyond dehydrated, and her head was pounding so hard she was sure something was swollen on the inside.

“Up there!” yelled Jacquie, still in full royal Moldavian garb, and rushing forward to where they saw green energy crackling, and a blur of moment that she was certain must have been Mon-El.

“Where the hell are we now?” Dirk said out loud to no one in particular, running ahead. This was getting ridiculous. He was tired of not knowing what was going on. He let his power start building in his hands and felt the intense heat emanating there. Up ahead, he saw Mon-El pounding on the Empress, knocking her backwards. She regrouped and rained raw emerald energy on Mon, knocking him farther away. Dirk couldn’t wait anymore. He fired everything he had at her.

Tatiana held Maziah. “Maziah, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“G-Go…help the others…I’ll be fine,” she replied.

Tatiana didn’t wait for a second time. She ran at full speed, glad to be only in jeans and a blouse, letting her raven colored hair ripple in the wind. She held a steel spear in her hands, poised for battle. She hadn’t let on to the others that she grabbed it off the wall in a moment that she now realized was just her trying to calm herself and stop from panicking. It seemed like the right idea to arm herself. She reached the opening.

Dirk fired upon the Emerald Empress with all that she had, and the flames seemed to consume her. But the Eye suddenly erected a thick energy barrier around her, and she blasted back with what looked like green lightning. She was bloody and bruised with purple blotches on her face. Mon had done some damage.

Mon-El was rising again, seemingly unphased by her blasts. Before he could move, another boy, Middle-Eastern possibly, leaped at the Empress, and was somehow able to penetrate her shield and fight her one on one.

Nemesis knew he’d be able to beat her in a one-on-one fight, and thus broke right through the shield. He had no idea that the Eye counted as its own separate entity in regards to his magically enchantment, and was caught completely off-guard as lightning rained down on him.

Blok grabbed the Empress, wrapping his arm around her throat, choking her out and bringing her close to him. He said nothing, and just stared at the Eye, waiting for what he knew was coming.

But the Eye was suddenly blinded, as Jacquie used her unique abilities and placed it under the illusion that Sara was long-dead, the last of the Romanescue’s gone, the line broken. It seemed close to penetrating that lie…

“Tatiana, use her darkness on it! Now!”

Tatiana didn’t wait. She blasted the darkness, letting it rip forth and engulf the Eye. “I’ve never cut loose like this,” she thought, letting the power flow forth, unaware that the pigment in her skin was beginning to change with it. She grew more and more pale, her skin whitening as she let forth the darkness.

Mon-El raced over to the Empress, preparing to render her unconscious while Blok held her still. And then suddenly, he felt cold steel press across his back, and was shocked that he actually felt his skin rip.

“AAAAAARGH!!” screamed the Persuader, rage burning at his eyes of the indignation of being tossed to casually aside. Whoever these people were, they were about to pay for it.

The teenagers turned to see this massive man suddenly bring Mon-El to his knees with one blow from his atomic axe. The realization of what had just happened set in, and immediately, all their nerves flared.

That was all the Eye needed. It was free.

The Empress used it to blast Blok with a focused beam of energy, knocking him backwards. She turned her attention on Dirk Morgna, blasting him backwards.

The Persuader charged Princess Jacquie, and panic set in, causing her to leap out of the way. Who the hell was this guy, and what was he doing? She regrouped and moved through the bushes—she had to get back to Sara. This was her battle, and she needed to be the one to end it. The Persuader turned the corner. He wasn’t going to allow that at all. She ran. He followed.

The Empress enjoyed the sudden feeling of victory, as she blasted Dirk Morgna and paid him back for burning her moments earlier. Blok and Nemesis too felt the full brunt of the Emerald Eye of Ekron, as did Mon-El, the one who would pay dearly for damaging her face. She poured it on.

“Enough.” As the Emerald Empress looked up, she saw Tatiana Mallor, standing before her. Tatiana’s shirt was torn around the stomach, revealing a lean and muscular stomach that had grown very pale in color. Her raven colored hair billowed in the wing. She held a spear in her hand, pointing it at the Empress, as if threatening to stab it into her eye. “You’ve hurt my friends enough Sara. You will stop now.”

The Empress laughed, although she could feel a slight hesitation in her stomach. How dare this girl be as arrogant as to act this brave in the face of certain death! She stopped firing her energy on the four at her feet. “Do what you must Tatiana.”

Tatiana had never used her shadow powers offensively before—all she knew she could do was blind people with them, and use the darkness to her advantage when being sneaky. But she knew in her heart they could do so much more. An ancestry of shadow-wielders…she just felt like there was so much to use them for... She blasted the shadows forward, directly at the Eye, engulfing it in darkness. The Empress laughed. Tatiana focused. She blasted again, this time piercing her own darkness, driving the force right into the Eye. She made it into the shape of the spear, using what she had in her hand as a way to focus her shadows.

“Aaargh! Witch! H-How dare you!” screamed the Empress, obviously in tremendous pain.

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Jacquie ran at top speed and the Persuader followed suit, destroying all the brush in his way. To tell the truth, he had no idea why he was chasing her now, he just knew he wanted to focus all his rage on her. Whoever these people were, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. He wanted her to suffer.

“Calm down!” she screamed at herself, “calm down and use your illusions! Trick him into going the other way!” Her own thoughts were thunderous. And then she turned the corner, running into a rocky area, and tripped over her feet.

The Persuader turned the corner, and a hailstorm of bullets fired at the Persuader, catching him off-guard, and causing him to fall backward. A bullet pierced his shoulder, and another one through his left leg. Ten Zil Kem stood before them, an M-16 in his hands, Maziah by his side, holding onto the tree.

He screamed in Korean at the man, “you will pay for what you’ve done! You’re terror stops today, Persuader!” More bullets poured out, as Jacque crawled to the side, to Maziah. The Persuader, fearing certain death, swung his axe as quickly as he could, slicing the gun in two pieces. The bullets slowed him down though, he could barely walk. He crept forward, looking to kill these three pups.

Jacquie used her illusions to convince him they weren’t there. To show him another path, where they were running. He kept moving, slowly, swinging his atomic axe. Ten Zil, Jacquie and Maziah moved backwards, aware that they were running out of room.

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Mon-El couldn’t believe what he was seeing. She was a goddess. A warrior-born. She was an Amazon.

Tatiana continued to fire at the Eye, knocking the Empress off-guard. Fatigue set in on the Empress. She had endured quite a bit up until right now.

Mon-El stood up, blood pouring down his back. He ripped his shirt off and stood by Tatiana, preparing to join her. “Help Jacquie Mon! That man with the axe! He’s gone after her! Please, I’ve got it here!”

Mon didn’t want to leave, but knew he must. He flew away at top speed. Nemesis, Dirk and Blok all regrouped now. “Alright!” said Nemesis, “it’s our turn!”

“Damn right it is,” said Dirk, letting fire build in his palms.

“Wait Dirk!” said Blok, “not fire! Yours is the power of the sun! Don’t let the fire seduce you, you can do so much more. We don’t need you firing on the Empress now; we need you misdirecting the Eye. Use the sunlight to block its line of sight. Darkness and sunglight used together—yes, this may be the way to beat the Eye.”

“Ok,” said Dirk, firing his sunlight around the Eye, so that it reflected in different ways. Nemesis leaped at the Empress, not giving anyone any time to give him instructions. The Empress was faltering. “C’mon, Blok!” yelled Nemesis.

Blok did not join him. He walked over to Tatiana. “That’s it Tati…keep firing upon her. You’re beating her. You can do this.” The strain was unbearable, and Tatiana was gritting her teeth hard. Her skin was now completely white. So white, in fact, that it was almost turning blue. “Be strong, child…” he whispered in her ears.

“ENOUGH!” screamed the Empress, falling to her feet. She let loose one rip of power, knocking everyone back. She was on the verge of passing out. Slowly, she rose into the air, it now evident that the Eye had taken direct control. It placed a shield over her, and began to fly away.

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The Persuader inched forward, one step at a time, swinging his axe. Jacquie, Maziah and Ten Zil crouched together, now completely out of room and up against a rocky cliff basin, trying to figure out what to do next. Jacquie used new illusions of death and war, of everything she could think of. Maziah concentrated on a new spell.

Finally, a familiar figure appeared. Mon flew in, landing in front of them, so they could see the blood running down his back. He said nothing. And then, from his eyes, he let forth a beam of pure heat, red and raw. It blasted the Persuader right into his helmut, all over his face, knocking him so hard, that he not only stopped, but turned away in pain.

“No more, beast! Whoever you are, your day is done! You’ll harm no one!”

The Persuader could not hear the screams. He was in immeasurable pain. His helmut had welded itself onto his skin, and the burning hot iron seared his flesh with every second. He dropped to one knee.

Suddenly, emerald energy rippled forth. The Eye appeared, with an unconscious Empress in two. It pulled the Persuader forward, encasing him in healing emerald energy, and pulled him away. The Persuader too passed out, and suddenly, the Eye, the Empress and the Persuader were gone.

--Interlude--

Japan

“They are here, in Japan, and this is an opportunity that we cannot allow to pass us by.”

The aging man said nothing, but nodded, allowing his comrades to continue.

“We have waited our entire lives, built upon the lives of all those in our circle that lived generations before us, on the hope that one day progress would be made and the secret history would once more come into the light.”

“Don’t speak so vaguely, brother,” said the man finally, cutting his friend off. “Two girls so immersed in our history are in Japan together, and one other girl, Sara Romenscue, was with them previously. The Emerald Eye of Ekron exists once more. But most importantly Maziah bint-Mordru bin-Ahmad Al-Nayal has escaped from her father’s sight. These two events confirm that our shared beliefs are true and that our faith has born fruit.”

“Precisely, brother,” replied the other hooded figure, and they all nodded in agreement.

“Now, after long centuries, the Dark Circle can act.”

--end Interlude--

Japan

Things had moved fast, and what seemed like brief moments was actually days, and was turning into weeks.

Jacquie overlooked the beautiful harbor, still trying to let all of what happened settle in her mind. Following the battle, there was absolutely no sign of the Emerald Empress or the Persuader, despite Mon-El and Blok checking the area very thoroughly.

She had wanted to be the one to take down Sara so bad…it was her duty as a member of the Moldavian Royal Family to stop the Romanescues. And Sara had killed her father…

She let a tear fall down her cheek. And she remembered what Dirk said to her. “Its not about vengeance anymore, Jacquie. You have to let it go, and you have to start now. Embrace the fact that your father is dead and remember him. But stop carrying this vengeance with you. We all defeated her together, which is as it should be. This ‘group’ we’ve created, with whatever purpose we’re supposed to have, is beyond anyone one of us. It’s about all of us. I told you we need some semblance of a leader. I hope you’re up for the challenge.”

His words stung, and she hadn’t talked to him since. He felt bad, she knew, but she was mad at him. Mad at him for being so right.

They decided to go to Japan, to accompany Ten Zil Kim to find his brother and mother. The poor boy. Landing on Seoul did one thing important thing above all else in saving his life and stopping that animal the Persuader from torturing him. He had been through so much, and only this morning did it seem as if he was finally starting to relax. The came here to help him find the rest of his family, but so far it had been to no avail. Tatiana already told him they could travel with him if need be, and Jacquie expected him to, since she knew it would be impossible to find his family here, if they even were here.

What were they doing anyway, gathering such a motley crew of teenagers and strange people, traveling around Asia and Europe? Did they have a purpose? She had thought it was the Emerald Empress, but now she felt like there was more. “Don’t kid yourself Jacquie,” she thought, “you know exactly what it is. Maziah’s father. Mordru.”

Hasim suddenly was next to her.

“A little cold out here tonight, isn’t it?” he said quietly. Hasim was someone Mon-El met in Rome of all places and ended up with them. Mon had not given them any reason why, and neither had Hasim. The boy definitely felt distant, moreso than the rest, and there was something about him that was untrustworthy. But he was dangerous, and that might not be such a bad thing. Despite herself, Jacquie liked him a little.

“A little, but the view is worth it. We’ve been here for a little while now, and it feels like we haven’t even taken a step back to enjoy it. I’m a long way from Moldavia,” she added.

“Yes, and I am from Turkey. You miss your father?”

Jacquie looked at him, wondering why he would bother to ask when he knew she did.

“I recently lost mine too,” he continued. “Ten Zil, you and I, all suddenly orphans. It doesn’t feel right.” He stared further. “I’m here if you want to talk about it, but if not, I don’t mind that either. I’m not much of a talker when it comes to my feelings. More of a man of action.”

Jacquie gave him a quiet smile. Hasim smiled back. He had been waiting for this moment for days.

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Tatiana looked in the full length mirror, unsure if what she was seeing was true. Her skin, which had become a pale white, now almost looked like it was starting to get so white that it had a hue of blue in it too. “This can’t be…” she couldn’t help but say aloud.

“But it is,” said a voice, which she turned to see Mon-El, “and after all the strange things you’ve seen, how could you even doubt it?” He had his ever serious look on his face, but something about him told her he was slightly smiling and amused. “Especially myself.”

“A very valid point,” she replied. “You have abilities unlike anything I have ever even heard of. And that is not even including the part about being over two thousand years old.”

“I have always been able to do these things. But it is you that is truly impressive. The way you were in the fight with the Empress…I don’t know if I’ve ever seen such ferocity and bravery. It was staggering.”

She turned away, smiling, looking away from him. “Thank you. I was caught up in the moment.”

“I’m glad. You saved our lives. Thank you,” he finished, as she turned to be face to face with him, only inches apart. For a moment, their eyes locked on each other. She stepped back and now he actually did smile.


The small, posh Japanese hotel room felt roomy and extravagant, which was a tribute to the talented architect who designed the place.

“I don’t know how long we’ll be able to live off the Princess’ dime,” said Dirk to Blok, who didn’t seem to be listening. “Unless you feel like giving me a hint on what it is we’re supposed to be doing…?” he added. “No? Great.”

“Hey Sun Boy…”

“DON’T CALL ME SUN BOY,” said Dirk to Ten Zil. “That kid Hasim is having a little fun at my expense. I hate that name. They gave it to me when I was like fourteen, and I’ve grown to hate it.”

“Uh, right. I was thinking of going back out tonight,” said Ten Zil.

“Tenz, look. I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Let’s just stay put tonight and go out tomorrow again.” Ten Zil looked like the words stung more than they were meant for. “Tenz…we need to start considering that your Mom and bro aren’t here in Japan.”

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Blok had moved across the room by this point, closer to Maziah. She was sitting quietly, enjoying the sound of running water in the fountain in the section of the open room. “Hello Blok,” she said.

“Hello Maziah,” he replied. “In quiet contemplation?”.

“Yes,” she said, then blushing slightly, “I’m trying to figure out what we’re doing here.”

“We are here for Ten Zil, I presume. He will see soon enough that his family will not be found here. Tatiana wishes to go back to her manor, which is where I assume we will go. Of course, that is not what you are asking me.”

“I-I’m not sure what you mean, Blok” she replied.

“Maziah, I can assure you that you can confide in me. You are worried that we will have to cross the area of the world where your father Mordru has the most power.”

Maziah turned even whiter than usual. “Yes. But he holds power in all parts of the world, so it is a useless fear. I won’t be able to teleport us back this time, and Mon-El can’t fly us all there and back. We have to travel the normal way. After I spent so much time with Nura escaping in the first place.”

“Amazing, is it not, that you and your sister became friends with the heir of the shadow wielders, the heir of the House of Romanescue and the Heir of the Moldavian Royal Family, despite being spread across the world?”

“Yes Blok, it is amazing. It was Irma,” Maziah quickly said.

“I have no doubt that Irma’s role was to bring you all together. Now the three of you are here, as well as Monius Elysius of two thousand years past, who also fought your father.”

“Mon-El fought my father? Blok…that makes no sense. Blok, you—“ her voice trailed off. “Blok, how do you know so much about my father and me?”

“I know a great deal. And the time is coming for you and I to tell the others what are real mission must be.”

“Real mission?”

“In regards to your father.”