[COLOR=dimgray][SUP][sub]___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][CENTER][IMG]https://i.imgur.com/RtheQtZ.png[/IMG][/CENTER] [indent][sub][COLOR=SKYBLUE][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [color=lightgray]Argo, Krypton (II-B)[/color][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=SKYBLUE][b]Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow:[/b][/COLOR] [color=lightgray]Issue #1[/color][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=dimgray][SUP][sub]___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR] [INDENT]My name is Kara-El. Approximately sixteen years ago, I was brought to life and placed in a birthing matrix on the planet Krypton. Six years ago, my world fell into chaos due to a brutal civil war. I would still be there, if not for my father’s intervention. If not for... [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/kLKvRMa.png[/img][/center] “And there is no way to save it.” Kara’s father, Zor-El, was once regarded as the keenest intellect on Krypton. The war had changed his priorities much as it had changed Kara herself. And he refused to have Krypton be the end point of the human race. Not even the heat death of the universe could compel him to surrender. [color=skyblue]“Father, the war will not go on forever.”[/color] “These are the final hours, Kara. There is no time to save our planet. Fate will not allow us to continue, in any form, I have foreseen it. There is only time for me to save you.” [color=skyblue]“What in Rao’s name are you talking about?”[/COLOR] “I have detected an anomaly in our atmosphere. I already have begun the process of manipulating it so it becomes a temporal rift.” The older Kryptonian sighs, as he turns, “We can’t miss our window.” When she begrudgingly followed her father down the corridor of the laboratory Kara knew, deep down, that she had to trust what she was being told. The civil war had come with a large cost and it was the only life she really had known. [color=skyblue]“You’re not coming with me.”[/color] She frowned, [color=skyblue]“You’re staying behind to direct the anomaly.”[/color] Her instincts fought against her, a whirlwind of grief against six years of numbing herself to emotions she needed to feel; where any emotion bleeding out at the wrong moment meant certain death at the hand of their enemies. The heretics and the fanatics, the rival houses and tyrants, the fearmongering terrorists and those who had cursed the name of collective strength in the name of personal survival. She had been robbed of a childhood she deserved. Her mother, executed by her enemies in front of her. If the world was sane and noble she would be babysitting her cousin Kal and preparing for the trials that would define her placement in society. Not a soldier. Not a survivor. Not an orphan. Not a exile. [color=skyblue]“A logical decision, if your plan is to succeed.”[/color] “I’m sorry I cannot go with you, Kara.” Her father remarks as they come to a room observing the temporal anomaly. “But you must be strong. Stronger than you can ever believe.” He looks back, and his next words promise to stay with her. “And you need to make sure this never comes to be.” [/INDENT]