Clark Kent (
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onepassingnight2012-11-21 06:10 pm
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Candyland?
Heavy footfalls resounded through the halls of the Fortress of Solitude, the cavernous halls of the building magnifying the sound. They sped up as Superman felt something was just a bit off, and when he entered the main hall he stopped and stared. The gigantic memorial of Krypton, supported by statues of Jor-El and Lara, his long dead parents, had been replaced…
By a gigantic jawbreaker being held aloft by peanut brittle likenesses of his parents.
“What,” he all but shouted, looking around the room for intruders. And it was then that it hit him. It wasn’t just the memorial, it was the entire fortress. The ice caverns had mysteriously changed into translucent rock candy, the chairs were constructed entirely out of solid peppermint, and there were boxes upon boxes of sweets of all shapes and sizes all over the floor, stacked neatly into every open space.
“…What’s going on here?”
He had to be dreaming. There really couldn’t be any other explanation, but then again maybe Mr. Mxyzptlk was up to his old tricks…
By a gigantic jawbreaker being held aloft by peanut brittle likenesses of his parents.
“What,” he all but shouted, looking around the room for intruders. And it was then that it hit him. It wasn’t just the memorial, it was the entire fortress. The ice caverns had mysteriously changed into translucent rock candy, the chairs were constructed entirely out of solid peppermint, and there were boxes upon boxes of sweets of all shapes and sizes all over the floor, stacked neatly into every open space.
“…What’s going on here?”
He had to be dreaming. There really couldn’t be any other explanation, but then again maybe Mr. Mxyzptlk was up to his old tricks…
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Even back then, she hadn't seen it since she was very young and sent to the Moon Kingdom - an honor to her family, to have their daughter chosen as a companion and guardian to the Moon Princess. It meant leaving Mercury.
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Krypto whines plaintively until Clark rubs his head, touselling his ears. He didn't know about a kingdom on Mercury, but he could certainly empathize with her.
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Would she? A part of her would want that, life where she was meant to rule again - but she's had clear warnings in her dreams that it might not come about in the way she believes.
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"It wouldn't be the same without the people, and like any culture it had it's good and bad elements."
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It's the same with Mercury. As much as she would like to see how it was, now there are no people there. There is nothing there but silence and craters like the moon's.
"Maybe that's true. However, I still want to see more of what used to be there."
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As much as she's curious, and wants to see it, does she want to hold something right in front of herself that she can't quite truly reach?
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"It'll take a few moments to search."
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"A simulation?" she asks.
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"I understand the theory." The image of Mercury begins to take on detail.
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But what's in front of her matches that image: the graceful classical aesthetic, the sharp evidence of highly developed technology, the seat of the Silver Millennium's incredible advancements. Her society, at its brilliant peak.
(Did they know there was a part of her that still thought of them? Or did they consider her glad to go to the Moon Castle, to the glittering Silver Millennium dynasty where she would have free access to the libraries and computer databases? These are questions she is surprised to find in her thoughts.)
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