Metropolis
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Somewhere in the Arctic, Late December 1751
It was Christmas. Or close enough. He had left the Fortress. Flown south, hoping to track down the Hawks. He was trying to remember where Carter had said he was. Virginia in the 1620s? Somewhere on the --
the gut wrenching scream. Had he used his super breath? He doesn't remember. He remembers flying back here. Alone. The look on Jon's face. No, that wasn't Jon. Jon looks...why can't he remember what Jon looks like? He struggles, pulling his hair, forcing himself to --
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Somewhere in the Arctic, Sometime later in 1751
He wakes with a start, hearing Jon cry out for him. “I’m —“ He was going to say ‘here’ but here is still 1751 in the makeshift fortress. The dream again. Or at least one of them. This was Jon by —
stubble. It’s been several days since he shaved. There’s no need to. He sits there. He should get up. Fly down to North America. See if he can find the Halls. Tell them who they truly are. See if they know of any Thanagarian technology. He starts to. But sits back down. He’s —
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Somewhere in the Arctic, Sometime in 1751
Kal had lost track of the days. The weeks. He knew it had to be...he forces himself to think it’s February. But on some level he knows it’s March. March 4th. Jon’s birthday. He howls in —
to the Urals to the Amazon rainforests, he had carved giant arrows pointing north. Towards his new Fortress.
The layout of structure, carved from ice, replicated his old one almost perfectly. But —