Kapitel 3: 3. Start of a New Journey
In the sky's of Metropolis.
Kara stood on the skies of the Metropolis, her gaze taking in the flurry of activity ongoing in the city. The sun warmed her skin as she observed the humans going about their daily lives. She watched as parents guided their children, laughter filling the air and the shops bustling with people. She had spent years in that dark prison, hidden away from the world, and now she was finally free.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Superman said as he flew next to her.
"Yes, it is," Kara answered.
Superman and Kara were now patrolling the metropolis to stop any crime from happening. This was arranged by Superman to have bonding time with his cousin, after all he didn't have much time to talk with her as he was called to his superhero and reporter duties. So, Superman thought that maybe they could patrol and talk during it as he could do his job and Kara could learn about this world.
"This is what we fight to protect, Kara. The peace and joy of these people. I have lived with them and I believe in the potential for good in each person. I know that your situation was different and you might resent them but my parents have showed me that they could be better."
He then paused for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts. "But it's more than that. I do what I do because I have the power to make a difference. When you have abilities beyond those of ordinary, you have a responsibility to use them for greater good. I want to inspire hope, to show people that there's someone out there who cares and is willing to stand up for them."
Superman's eyes met Kara's, and she could see the sincerity and determination in his gaze. "I know the world can be a harsh and unforgiving place, but I believe that even in the face of darkness, we can bring light. By protecting the innocent, by stopping those who would do harm, I hope to create a world where everyone has a chance to live without fear."
Kara listened intently, taking in all his word. She also understood his reason to protect this world as she had done to hers. Even thought she hated the human of that planet, She still fought to save them, just like how Barry saved her from that dark prison.
But she had questions, "But what about the risks? What about the sacrifices you've to make? Is it worth it? I know I have taken a mission to protect this earth, but my fight was with Zod, a Kryptonian trying to kill all the humans, to protect the entire planet but here it is the humans that are each other for their greed."
Superman's expression grew more serious. "I know, it's not always easy, and there have been moments of doubt. But when I see the lives I've saved, the smiles on people's faces, the sense of unity and community that forms when people come together in crisis, it reaffirms my belief that it's worth every sacrifice. I may be an alien in many ways, but this world is my home, and it's people ar my family."
He spread his arms wide as they soared through the sky, "I want to inspire others to be their best selves, to stand up for justice and compassion. I want to show that even in the face of adversity, we can make a difference."
Kara nodded, showing her understanding. "I understand, Kal-El. I want to use my powers to protect."
Superman's smile was warm and proud. "I'm glad to here that, Kara. The world could always use more heroes. Just remember, it's not the powers that defines us, but how we use them."
With that they continued their patrol.
Superman guided Kara through the city's skyscrapers and streets, pointing out key landmarks and explaining the dynamics of their superhero work.
"See the building down there?" Superman said, pointing to a towering structure. "It's one of the city's financial centers. Sometimes, I need to intervene when there are attempted robberies or security breaches. But it's not just about stopping criminals; it's about ensuring the saftey fo everyone in the area."
Kara followed his gaze, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the building. "And how do you decide when to step in?"
Superman's expression turned serious. "It's a delicate balance. I monitor police scanners and news reports to gauge the severity of the situation. If innocent lives are at risk or if law enforcement is overwhelmed, that's when I intervene. But I also have to be cautious not to escalate situations unnecessarily."
They continued their patrol, weaving between buildings and occasionally descending to street level. Superman pointed out moments of intervention, from saving a cat stuck in a tree to preventing a car accident. Each time, he emphasized the importance of assessing the situation and responding with precision.
"It's not just about stopping the immediate threat, Kara," Superman explained. "It's about thinking ahead and preventing further harm. Sometimes that means using our powers creatively or finding nonviolent solutions."
Kara nodded, absorbing his lessons and watching his actions closely. "And what about the people? How do you interact with them?"
Superman's expression softened, and he gestured toward the people on the sidewalks below. "Interacting with the people is a big part of this job. It's about building trust and showing that I'm here to help. Sometimes a simple smile or a reassuring word can make a difference."
As they flew over a park, they spotted a group of children playing. Superman's face lit up as he descended gracefully, landing in front of them. Kara followed suit, her landing slightly less grace but still effective.
"Hey there, little heroes in training," Superman greeted the children with a warm smile, "Having a good time?"
The children's eyes widened in awe as they looked up at him. One of them nodded eagerly. "Yeah! We're playing superheroes!"
Superman chuckled. "That's great to hear. Remember, being a hero means looking out for one another and doing what's right."
Kara watched as Superman Knelt down to talk to the children, their faces lighting up with excitement. It was clear that he connected with them on a personal level, embodying the very ideals he spoke of.
After a few minutes, Superman stood up and rejoined Kara. "You see, Kara, it's about making a positive impact, not just when we're stopping disasters, but also in the little moments. Each interaction shapes how people see us and what we represent."
As the day turned to dusk, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city. Superman turned to Kara with a soft smile. "Kara, Do you know why I decided to teach you? To share my knowledge and experience?"
Kara looked at Superman, a hint of confusion visible on her face. "Is it not for me to learn about the ins and outs of the job? To help you without dragging you down?"
Superman's smiled, "Yes and No, I wanted you to understand the importance of this job. To fully know what you are taking on, " His gaze softened, "When I first arrived on Earth, I was fortunate enough to have the guidance of my parents, the Kent's. They taught me about humanity's capacity for good, about the importance of using my powers responsibly. I want to offer you the same guidance and support that I received."
Superman's voice grew more passionate. "But it's not just about passing down knowledge. It's about fostering a sense of unity and partnership. The world is a big place, and facing its challenges alone can be overwhelming. By working together, by sharing our strength's and learning from each other's experiences, we can create stronger, safer world."
Kara nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "You want to empower me to make a positive impact."
"Exactly," Superman affirmed. "And it's not just about stopping villains or saving the day. It's about inspiring other to take action, to stand up for justice, and to contribute to a better world in their own ways. The more heroes there are, the brighter the beacon of becomes."
He turned his gaze to the city below, a sense of purpose radiating from him. "And by teaching you, I am passing on that legacy of hope to you. I want you to feel prepared and capable, knowing that you have the skills and heart to face whatever challenges comes your way."
Kara felt a mixture of gratitude and determination welling up with in her. "Thank you, Kal-El."
Superman's smile was warm and reassuring. "Remember, Kara, you're not alone in this journey. Just like I had mentors and friends who supported me, you'll have people who believe in you and stand by your side."
As they continued to glide through the city's evening sky, side by side, Kara felt a renewed sense of purpose. She has been given an incredible opportunity, not just a new hope but to become a hope in her own right.
***
"Did you pack everything?"
"I did."
"Cloths?"
"I did."
"Tooth brush?"
"I did."
"Your underwear?"
"Dude! Stop acting like a Mama chicken! I am 21 and I know how to take care of myself. I have already packed all the necessary stuff and I can just buy them or come back, if I forgot something."
"Okay, Okay," Mark moved back with his hand in air.
Zion was sitting on the driver's seat of his new car. The MINI Cooper looking car had a shiny black coat with golden lines connecting to from a cross on the hood. The car looked normal but attracted attention.
"But again, how did you get a license in a week?" Mark asked.
Zion grinned slightly at the question. "Its easy. I just showed them how good I was and they gave me the license."
"Remind me, not to ask you again?" Mark just shook his head.
Zion looked at his friend and smiled softly. "Don't worry, I will be all right, Mike. You know I am stronger then before and I will visit from time to time."
Mark sighed. "Ahh, whatever."
"Okay, Now let me go. We have been having this conversation on repeat for the last hour." Zion started with a press on a button and the engine roared to life.
"Are you not going to speak to me before you go?" An elderly voice asked.
Zion and Mark turned to the voice. Zion lowered his head to hide while Mark welcome the person. "Pastor," Mark called.
"God bless you, my child. And Zion, where are you running away without telling me? If Mark didn't inform, I wouldn't have known," The pastor said in a chiding tone.
Zion turned to the pastor with a wry smile, and he looked at his close friend with a betrayed look. Mark just shrugged it off. He then turned and focused on the pastor, waiting for his trial.
"Now, Zion, are you going to explain yourself?" The pastor asked with a stern tone as he approached the car.
"I... I" Zion didn't know how to explain himself.
"And where are your manners? Are you going to talk to me while sitting inside your car?" The pastor asked, his gaze intensifying.
Zion quickly got out of the car and stood with his face down before the pastor. He was like a child in front of his stern father, which was true as the pastor was a father to Zion who grew up in the orphanage. He was the one who managed the orphanage and the chapel. The pastor just looked at Zion, who just stood silently. "Are you not going to answer my question?"
Zion didn't lift his head. "I... I didn't know what to say."
Zion then quietly waited for the chiding from the pastor for his unreasonable answer. But what he got was a hand on his shoulder.
"Zion, I know that it hurts your to leave your home and say a goodbye even thought it is only temporary," The pastor said, his tone warm.
Zion lifted his head and saw the smile on the pastor's face.
"Every father understands their child, more than they let on. I know how kind you are and how much you love those around you. But you don't want to share your pain with others, that's why you only have one friend after all these years."
Zion felt the subtle jab from the pastor.
The pastor smiled. "But you can't leave without saying your goodbyes to your father."
"I... understand."
"Okay, now get lost."
"Uuh?" Zion asked in confusion.
The pastor looked at the confused Zion, with a stern look. Mark was dying trying to hold back his laughter.
"What's with that stupid look? Do you want to keep relaying on your friend and be idle for the rest of your life? Now that you decided to leave, get lost before you change your mind?" The pastor chided.
Zion lowered his head while scratching his head and tried to save himself. "I did work, pastor."
"Ohh," The pastor's gaze intensified. "Everyone in Heavenfield know how you laze around at your work and it is Mark who does your work."
Zion head sunk into his body. He knew it was true, he normally laze around at work.
"Pastor, lets send him before he embarrass himself more," Mark said intervening.
But Zion didn't feel grateful as he could feel that his friend was using this change to get at him and was enjoying this a bit too much.
The pastor turned to Mike. "Don't try to cover for him, Mark. It is your kindness that spoiled this brat."
"Pastor, please stop scolding him. If you continue, Zion might lose the enthusiasm to leave," Mark intervened.
The pastor looked at Mark and then at Zion. "Okay, you can leave."
With the permission received, Zion slowly got into his car and locked the door. He turned and gave Mark a final look that could kill a person. He then turn to the pastor. "I will be leaving now... Dad."
With those words, he smashed the accelerated and blitz off with a smoke trail.
"What do you know? He finally said it," Mark said as he stood next to the pastor.
"Hmm mmm," The pastor just hummed.
Mark looked at the pastor and didn't miss the small smile on his lips. Zion all for the years he was adopted by the pastor never called him Dad or anything for that matter, he just crashed in Mark's house all the time.
"He will be okay, Pastor," Mark turned and left.
The pastor stood there for a minute, looking at the shrinking shadow of the car. He just smiled warmly. "May god be with you, My son."
***
Zion looked at the review mirror.
He could see the figures of his friend and pastor turn into a dot. His gaze lingered on mirror for a moment before he turned to the road. He knew that he had to leave and protect this godforsaken planet.
He looked at the Omnitrix on his hand, which just looked like a normal stylized watch. The watch was his nuclear deterrence, one of the most powerful device that literally had a DNA of a Celestial, Celestialsapien.
That transformation was just too overpowered that Ben locked it up and only used it when it was absolutely necessary. But Zion had no thought of using that alien to create a peaceful world. He will do it with his own hand, it the most efficient way without making the heroes of this world too weak.
"Tennyson, huh. I can't believe that I have the same surname. Hmm, then is the pastor some intergalactic police officer. No way, right?" Zion mumbled to himself, trailing off the subject. But he hit himself on the head and brought his attention back to the road.
"Time for the adventure to begin."
Zion grinned as he increased the speed of his 'car'.
*****
I do not OWN any of DC'S AND BEN10 CHARACTER AND ELEMENTS.
So don't sue me, I am just doing this fan fic for the fun of it.
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