Chapitre 30: Chapter 30 (edited)
In the evening, the Kent family finally reunited, sitting together around the dining table for a sumptuous meal. After all, Kara had returned after years away, and the occasion called for celebration.
However, the atmosphere at the table was heavy, mainly because of Clark's recent incident and his growing doubts about his extraordinary abilities.
"Maybe I'm cursed?" Clark muttered, voicing his unease.
Kara frowned, her tone dismissive. "Why would you think that?"
As she spoke, she casually used her telekinesis to scoop some mashed potatoes from the bowl and floated them directly into her mouth. The years she'd spent traveling had made her far more relaxed about using her powers openly.
Jonathan Kent sighed and gave her a disapproving look. "Kara, we've talked about this. No showing off, especially not at the dinner table."
Martha, looking equally exasperated, took the spoon from Kara's plate and handed it to her. "Use this, young lady. Just because it's home doesn't mean you can forget your manners."
Kara shrugged but turned to Clark, addressing his concerns. "Do you really think you're cursed, Clark? What about me? Do you think I'm cursed too?" She paused, a smirk forming. "No, I don't think so. Maybe it feels like a burden now because Dad's always trying to protect you. But one day, you'll understand how lucky you are to have the strength to protect the people you care about."
She leaned back, her gaze distant as memories flashed through her mind. "I've traveled to the harshest corners of the world, fought through extreme conditions, and faced dangerous people and creatures. If it weren't for my powers, I would've frozen to death in the Arctic, or been eaten alive by wild animals, or worse. Those abilities saved me—and they'll save you, too, when the time comes."
Kara's confident words did little to reassure Clark, who still looked troubled. His gaze remained fixed on her as he asked, "But why us? Why are we the only ones different? Mom and Dad are normal—so why are you and I like this?"
Kara looked away, suddenly uncomfortable. "There could be lots of reasons," she said evasively. "But right now, we should just enjoy dinner. It's been years since I've had Mom's cooking."
Reaching for the roasted chicken in the center of the table, she tore off a leg without bothering with utensils. Martha gave her a sharp glare. "Honestly, Kara! You're acting like you're still out in the wilderness fighting beasts."
Jonathan, who had been mostly silent, suddenly cleared his throat. "Kara," he said firmly, "Clark is old enough now. It's time he knows the truth."
Clark froze, staring between Jonathan and Martha before finally looking to Kara, who avoided his gaze. "The truth?" he repeated. "What truth?"
Kara sighed, tossing the chicken leg onto her plate. "If Dad thinks you're ready, then fine. I'll tell you." She hesitated, then looked Clark in the eye. "Clark, the truth is, neither of us is from Earth. Mom and Dad aren't our biological parents. They're our adoptive parents—and honestly, they've done an amazing job raising us."
Jonathan and Martha exchanged relieved glances, grateful for her acknowledgment of their efforts.
Clark, however, looked stunned. "I'm not... human?" he whispered.
Kara shook her head. "No. You're not. Neither am I."
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Your real name is Kal-El, and mine is Kara Zor-El. We're cousins, not siblings. My father, Zor-El, was the younger brother of your father, Jor-El. We're from a planet called Krypton. It was destroyed years ago, and before that happened, our parents sent us to Earth in separate escape pods. You were just a baby, and I was a teenager tasked with looking after you. But... well, space travel didn't go as planned. My pod was delayed, and by the time I arrived, you were already grown. Mom and Dad had taken you in, and they took me in too."
Clark's breathing quickened, and he clutched the edge of the table. "So... everything about me—my powers—comes from this Krypton?"
Kara nodded. "Yes. Kryptonians absorb energy from yellow stars like Earth's sun, which makes us incredibly strong here. Earth's weaker gravity and richer oxygen levels also enhance our abilities. Plus, Earth doesn't have kryptonite—the one thing that can harm us."
As she spoke, she glanced at Jonathan and Martha. "When we arrived, they gave us a home, a family, and a chance to live normal lives. I don't know where we'd be without them."
Martha wiped a tear from her eye, touched by Kara's words, but Clark's focus remained elsewhere. "You said Krypton was destroyed. How? Why?"
Kara exhaled deeply. "I don't know all the details. What I do know is that the planet became unstable, and our families acted quickly to save us. Everything else... we'd need more answers for that. When I was traveling, I found an old Kryptonian ship buried in the ice of the Arctic. It's part of an exploratory mission our people sent to Earth thousands of years ago. I think it might hold some answers for you. There's a crystal inside—it belonged to your father. It might help you understand more."
Clark's face was a mixture of fear, hope, and confusion. "A ship? A crystal? Where is it now?"
"It's still in the Arctic," Kara replied. "We can go there together when you're ready."
For a long moment, the table fell silent. Kara gave Clark time to absorb the truth while Jonathan and Martha exchanged nervous glances. Finally, Kara added softly, "Clark, I know this is a lot to take in. But you're not alone in this. I've been where you are, wondering why we're different. But different doesn't mean bad. It means we have a responsibility—a chance to do something good with what we've been given."
Clark nodded slowly, his mind racing. He still had questions—so many questions—but for now, he simply said, "Okay. When I'm ready, we'll go to the Arctic."
Kara smiled faintly. "Deal."
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