Chapter 27 (ImFanci)
They were gone. Darkseid’s evil forces of soldiers and parademons, including Darkseid, himself, were all gone.
The forces of the allied kingdoms stood amidst the battlefields of Bludhaven and Gothamworth. All were bewildered as they had seen their enemy disappear into a whirlpool of mystical energy above them. As they looked around the battlefields, only the survivors, and the bodies of their dead comrades, remained.
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On the grounds of Bludhaven, Hippolyta whispered to herself, “He did it.” She turned to Phillipus who had fought with her back to hers. “Kal-El must have found the Cup of Ages and vanquished all the forces of Apokolips!”
“Yes, your Majesty. Victory is ours!” the General added.
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In Gothamworth, James cried out, “Kal-El – he did it! He defeated Darkseid!” He clapped his uninjured hand onto Bruce’s shoulder.
Normally, Bruce would have glared back at James, or anyone, who dared to touch him. Instead, Bruce let out a deep sigh of relief and smiled. He even patted James’ shoulder in return to acknowledge his same sentiments.
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Cheers of jubilation and relief simultaneously erupted across both battlefields. Eventually, the fields quieted down as the remaining forces looked around to account for their fallen comrades; they tended to injured and mourned the dead.
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As Bruce walked around the bloodied grounds, with James following him, he found a number of soldiers kneeling over a prone figure. Timothy, who was among them, noticed Bruce’s approach and made room for his lordship. Bruce’s fears came to pass as he looked down at the mortal wound that splayed across King Gordon’s stomach. He, too, knelt beside Gordon as the king was near to drawing his last breath.
“Bruce…good…you’re alright…” Gordon’s breathing was heavy with pain.
“Sire,” Bruce was not good at offering comfort to those who were near their end. He quickly said the first thing he could think of, “I’ll have you taken back to the castle where you will be treated for your wounds. You can rest comfortably there until you make a full recovery.”
Gordon coughed up blood as he tried to laugh at the Lord of Wayne’s words. “Don’t mock me, boy…I know my fate…”
Bruce bowed his head, “I meant no offense, your Majesty.” He grasped Gordon’s hand, who struggled to raise it towards him.
“I have no other heirs…You are now King…you care for this land…and its people…See to it that I...I...chose…my successor well…”
“Yes, sire...” Bruce whispered as he felt the king’s spirit leave his body. He reached for Gordon’s sword that lay beside him, and placed the sword accordingly on the king with his lifeless hands on the hilt. Still kneeling, he shouted, “All hail King Gordon.”
A chorus of hails echoed around them.
When Bruce finally stood up, James, Timothy, and the rest of the men surrounding him dropped to their knees, and cried out, “Long live King Bruce!”
Bruce nodded his acceptance of his new role and gestured for everyone to rise. Not one to waste time, he began giving orders for the injured to be treated and brought back to the castle. The dead, too many in Bruce’s mind, would be gathered and respectfully placed in mass graves. The only exceptions were the bodies of King Gordon, Prince Richard, Queen Lois, and any other member of the nobility, as respect of their rank and title. Bruce informed those around him that once these necessary tasks were done, there would time to honor the sacrifices that had been made that day, as well as celebrate the victory of the good people of First Earth.
“Terrance, stay here and make sure the orders are carried out,” Bruce called out. “James, Timothy. You will both ride with me to Bludhaven. We need to find the survivors there.”
As Bruce, Timothy, and James started their steeds towards Bludhaven, they came across Hal, Kyle, and young Clark making their way towards them on their horses. Bruce briefed them on the tasks he left for the remaining soldiers.
Kyle began, “And what of King Gordon?”
Bruce simply shook his head.
It was James who inclined his head towards Bruce and announced, “He’s now king, you know. It was King Gordon’s final decree.”
With that newfound revelation, Hal, Kyle, and Clark respectfully bowed their heads.
Bruce let out an exasperating sigh. “James, you don’t have to tell everyone you see that I’m the new King of Gothamworth. I’m perfectly capable of informing people on my own merit.”
“Yes, but beggin’ your pardon, your Majesty. You wouldn’t have told them. Someone had to announce it.”
“James…”
“Alright, I’ll mind my tongue.” James turned to the onlookers. “You’ll have to excuse his Majesty. He’s really not…”
“James!” the new King shouted.
Startled, James finally stayed silent. Hal and Kyle did their best to hide their grins. Young Clark, on the other hand, let out a chuckle. He was smart enough to cease his amusement as Bruce shot him an intimidating glare.
“We’ll ride to Bludhaven with you, your Majesty,” Hal said. “With more of Apokolips’ forces concentrated there, you may need our assistance once we reach the survivors.”
“Let’s hope that they fared better.” Bruce answered. “And Hal, just call me Bruce.”
“As you wish, your Majesty.” The valiant Knight of Oa replied, causing his counterpart, Kyle, to grin alongside him as they followed Bruce and the others on to Bludhaven.
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The battleground at Bludhaven was littered with the dead and dying, much like the scene at Gothamworth. Except that the horrific brutality on the slain was far worse, if that were possible. There was no doubt that Darkseid’s army had a bloodlust unlike any seasoned warrior had ever seen.
Patrick landed safely on the ground with Queen Hortense. As soon as she got off his back, he transformed into his true human form. Hortense was about to search for her surviving army when Patrick cried out, “Oh, yer arm, Majesty!”
Hortense looked down at the deep gashes on her arm. “They’re just minor scratches. I’ll be fine.”
“No, ye won’t be if infection sets in. At least let me help stop the bleedin’.” Patrick took out a scarf from his pocket and began wrapping it tightly around Hortense’s arm. “Ah, this was me favorite. But, tis a small sacrifice I’m willin’ ta’ make for the Queen o’ Doma. If ye don’t mind me sayin, Majesty, but yer a real brave lass. If I were one of yer subjects, I’d be honored to serve under ye.”
Hortense had regarded Patrick carefully as he spoke. Throughout the battle, he had tried to alleviate the ferocity of their dire situation with light-hearted jokes and harmless innuendos. Though his tactics were different, he had certainly proven himself to be as courageous on the battlefield as any warrior. And now, he was taking the time to care for her arm by ruining one of his prized possessions. When he was done, Hortense spoke, “And I, Patrick, would be proud to have you as a citizen of my kingdom. Thank you.” She leaned up and bestowed a kiss on his cheek, before walking away to find the rest of her troops.
Patrick stood dumbstruck as he stared after Hortense. He put a hand to the cheek she had kissed and smiled like a besotted fool. He sighed and muttered to himself, “I think she likes me…” He shook himself out of his trance, and ran to see if there were others who needed his help.
He finally found Queen Hippolyta and some of the Elves as they gathered and tended to their wounded. “Oh, thank the heavens that yer unharmed, yer Majesty. The other Queen is unhurt and gatherin’ the rest of her troops as well.”
“That is good to hear.” Hippolyta said almost absently. “Have you seen Kal-El and my daughter?” There was no mistaking the worry in her tone.
Patrick shook his head. “No, ma’am. I can’t say that I have.”
“I have, your Majesty,” a feminine voice called out to them.
All eyes turned to see Zatanna slowly making her way towards them. From her labored gait and visible bruises, it was apparent that Zatanna was in some discomfort.
“What do you know, sorceress?” Hippolyta questioned.
“Your daughter, Kal-El, his white hound, and the essence of Im-Fanci were transported to another place. I managed to hear Kal-El call out to the Cup of Ages for the restoration of Krypton. My guess is that the lost kingdom has been restored and there is where they now stand.” the sorceress informed Hippolyta. Zatanna saw the concerned look on her face and added, “Diana is fine, your Majesty.”
The Elven Queen nodded and furrowed her brows in concentration. “If I remember correctly, Krypton was a day’s ride from Themyscira. But it is still more than a week’s journey from here.”
Zatanna continued, “If I had the power to transport us there, I would. But if Im-Fanci is as powerful a mage as I have heard, I would venture to say that you will see Diana soon enough.”
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Kal, Diana, and Krypto followed Im-Fanci along the empty and pristine hallways of the keep until they walked into an expansive, white room. Kal and Diana were amazed as they looked around the room. Rows of crystal caskets lined the room, and within each of them, lay the still forms of the last Kryptonians.
“Im-Fanci, how can you be sure that these people are still alive?” Kal inquired. “I don’t see how they can breathe if there aren’t any breathing holes in these…chambers?”
The Mage smiled. “It would take too long to explain. Suffice it to say that the crystals our people are encased in hold special properties that can sustain a life for a thousand years while shielding it from the natural elements.” She walked over to one of the caskets and continued, “Your father used the crystal in your scepter to seal the occupants in their chambers. Look closely. You will find a keyhole of sorts. It matches the shape of the top of your scepter’s crystal. Place it on the keyhole until the chamber opens up and awakens the occupant.” Im-Fanci gestured to the casket she stood next to. “Let’s start with this one.”
Kal looked down to see the image of a young blonde woman. “Who is she?” he asked.
Im-Fanci beamed at him, “This young lady is Kara Zor-El, your first cousin. She is your only living blood-relative. And she’ll be so happy to see you again.”
“My cousin?” Kal looked to the Mage and back down at the figure behind the crystal. “Yes, absolutely.” He looked back at Diana who smiled warmly at him. Kal did as Im-Fanci instructed. Although he should not have been surprised, he was still taken aback by what he witnessed.
Just as she had informed him, the casket opened up and almost immediately, his cousin’s eyes fluttered open. Her blue eyes, the same cerulean shade as his, looked around the room before settling on Kal. Recognition registered in her eyes as she smiled at him. Kal extended a hand to help her up and she took it.
Kara touched his cheek and stared at his features as she found her voice. “Kal…My little baby cousin, Kal. Oh, Rao! I’m so glad to see you!” She almost leaped into his arms to embrace him.
“Omph…Yes, it’s me, Kara.” Kal sighed. He held his cousin a moment more before he pulled away to look at her. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize I had a cousin until a few moments ago. Otherwise, I would have come for you sooner.”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re here now, that’s what matters.” Kara tore her eyes from him to find the Mage standing beside another woman. “Im-Fanci!” she squealed. The petite blonde leaped off her chamber and hugged her mentor. “It’s so wonderful to see you again.”
“I missed you, too, my dear,” Im-Fanci said as she kissed the girl’s forehead. The Mage had to practically pull Kara away from her. “Now, there’s someone here you should meet. Kara, meet Diana, Princess of Themyscira and Kal’s bethrothed.”
“Hello, Kara.” Diana greeted her with a smile. “It is my privilege to meet you.”
Kara looked at Diana. She was surprised to see that Diana was an Elf. Warmth and sincerity emanated off Diana as she met Kara’s thoughtful gaze. After another moment of studying the Elven Princess, Kara grinned and said, “Leave it to my cousin to ensnare a beautiful woman like you. I know I’m going to like you. Welcome to the House of El!”
Kara was about to hug Diana when she noticed the blood stain on Diana’s side. “Oh, you’re hurt!”
“I’m fine. Really.” Diana insisted. “We must awaken the others. That is the first priority.”
The young blonde turned to her cousin. “Kal, Im-Fanci and I will wake the others. You need to take care of Diana’s wound so that she doesn’t die on us.” Kara opened up her palm. “I’ll take the scepter and give it back to you as soon as you get back. This way, we can introduce you to the rest of our people in one effort.”
Kal did not know what to make of his cousin. Dumbfounded, he looked from Kara to Diana to Im-Fanci and back to Kara. Diana had merely shrugged while Im-Fanci nodded in amused agreement. “Kara, Diana said she is…”
Kara raised her hand to silence him. “I was born long before your parents brought you into this world, bless their souls. I even watched after you whenever your mother had to accompany your father at affairs of the kingdom. Even though you are the King and despite our current appearances, I am your elder, and I know what’s best for you and your bride-to-be. Now please listen to your older cousin and tend to Diana’s wound.”
Im-Fanci spoke up. “The apothecary chamber is just down this hall to your left. You will find all the herbs needed there.”
Kal took Diana’s hand. “I guess we have our orders to fulfill.”
The Mage and Kara watched Kal and Diana leave the great room. The sound of barking dog called Kara’s attention. She looked down at the cute white dog and gave his head a good scratch. “Hey, boy. How’ve you been?”
Im-Fanci gently touched Kara’s arm and reminded her of the task she volunteered to do.
“Right. Let’s wake our people up!” Kara cheered.
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Diana and Kal entered the apothecary room and looked around. Shelves were filled with jars of various herbs and elixirs, clean cloths, bowls, and some books. A large table and some chairs were set to one side of the room.
“This is a well-stocked room.” Diana commented. “But I don’t need to be treated with any of these.” She pointed to the jars of herbs.
“You heard my cousin, Diana. I need to at least take a look at your injury.” Kal grinned. “She’s certainly a bossy little thing, isn’t she?”
“Kara is delightful and she means well.” Diana said. “You’re fortunate to have someone care for you and your happiness the way she does.”
“What? You mean you don’t?” Kal teased.
She slapped her hand on his chest. “What I meant to say is that you now have a family member, a blood-relation, who supports and loves you. Granted, relationships between parent and child, siblings, or cousins aren’t perfect, but they are always there for each other.” Diana reached up and touched his cheek. “It is a different bond than what you and I share.”
“And I’m lucky to have both.” Kal took her hand. “Let’s take a look at you, shall we? You’re going to have to take off your chain mail.”
Not taking any chances of aggravating her injured side, Kal assisted Diana with taking the armor off her. He knelt down next to her and hesitated as he was going to have to lift her long tunic to see her wound. “Diana…”
“I know, Kal.” She said softly, understanding that his hesitation came from his sense of propriety. “It’s alright.”
Slowly, Kal raised the gown of her tunic. The higher it went, the drier his mouth got as he drank in the sight of her long, lean, and shapely legs. A mental image of her glorious legs wrapped around his waist flitted through his mind. He pushed off that distracting thought, only to find it harder to concentrate on his task as his gaze traveled higher up the rest of her body. Kal finally swallowed what little saliva he had as he lifted the soft material over her hip to stop just under her ribcage. The taut muscles on the side of her waist hinted that her stomach was flat. Other than the dark bruise covering the area where Diana was initially stabbed, her skin was smooth and flawless. Kal glided his free hand over the bruised area to make sure it was nothing more than that.
He heard a small gasp escape from Diana lips. Concerned, he asked her, “Does that hurt?”
“No,” she answered, sounding almost breathless.
Kal felt her shiver and smiled. “Good.” He ran his fingers down her hip before dropping his hand, quite pleased with himself when he heard her take a sharp intake of breath. “But I need to treat the bruise you still have. This should be sufficient.” Kal leaned in and gave her darkened skin a warm, lingering kiss.
Diana moaned. Kal’s touch sent fire coursing through her veins as he continued his ‘ministrations’ on her skin. She clutched his hair and pulled his head away from her body, only to drop her own knees to the floor and her lips to his.
The kiss was hungry, almost desperate. Arms tightened their hold. Bodies pressed closer. Hands roamed freely. Mouths sought and seared. Just an hour ago, they were fighting for their very lives. Perhaps the heat of the moment was fueled by the fact that they came close to losing everything, losing each other. How long they remained holding and kissing each other, they did not know or care. Kal was about to lower Diana onto the floor but a loud cough halted their actions.
Two pairs of eyes opened to find an amused mage standing by the doorway. Kal almost dropped Diana as he separated himself from her. They awkwardly got to their feet to address the Mage, straightening their appearance in the process.
“Your citizens await you in the assembly hall, your Majesty.” Im-Fanci simply said. She gestured for them to leave the room.
Kal gave his most serious expression as he and Diana walked passed her. “Thank you, Im-Fanci.”
Im-Fanci followed them with a knowing smile fixed upon her face.
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It did not take long for Bruce, Hal, Kyle, James, Clark, and Timothy to find Queen Hippolyta and the rest of the Elves, along with Patrick, Zatanna, and Walter as they arrived onto the battlefield at Bludhaven. They did come upon Queen Hortense and her troops a ways back, as well as Jonathan and the surviving Kandorian Knights. As expected, the group from Gothamworth found the survivors tending to their wounded and making sure the remains of the dead were taken care of. Since they were all far away from their homelands, funeral pyres were being built in honor of the dead.
When Bruce reached Hippolyta’s group, he dismounted to speak to the Elven Queen. As he approached her, something drew his eye, causing him to say to Hippolyta, “Excuse me a moment, Queen Hippolyta. There’s something I really need to do first.”
Puzzled, Hippolyta turned as Bruce walked past her, striding purposely towards the object of his attention. She was surprised at what he did next.
Zatanna had just finished helping an Elf with some bandaging when she felt someone grab her arms and turn her around. She found herself looking at Bruce. Before she could utter a word of greeting, he bent down and crushed her lips to his. Zatanna was shocked, yet thrilled, as he continued to kiss her in front of all to see.
Bruce abruptly ended the kiss, leaving her lightheaded and gasping for air. He gazed at her and whispered, “I’m glad you’re alright, Zee.” He let go of her arms and walked back to Hippolyta, leaving a dazed and outraged sorceress standing by herself.
Bruce and Hippolyta exchanged reports as they discussed all that had happened during and after their battles. A ring of supporters gathered around them. A few chimed in their own reports if Bruce and Hippolyta did not have the information.
“What do you intend to do next, Queen Hippolyta?” Bruce asked.
“I’m going to lead my army back home. Once we get there, then we’ll make arrangements to travel on to Krypton. I need to see that my daughter is as safe as I hope.”
Bruce nodded. “I’m sure she’s well. Kal-El will make sure she is.”
“And what about you? With King Gordon gone, I assume the throne of Gothamworth is yours now.” At Bruce’s surprised look, Hippolyta added, “He had no heirs, and from what I heard, he regarded you like a son. It was not difficult to come to that conclusion.”
Walter stood with Hal and Kyle, offering his condolences over the demise of their fellow Oan knight, John. “He was a good man, and a good friend.”
“Thank you, Walter.” Kyle said. “He shall be missed.”
“Our brother-at-arms would have appreciated hearing that.” Hal added. “He always followed my orders without question, even if he disagreed with some of them. He was loyal to a fault.”
James and Patrick had walked back to the group after assisting some of the others when Zatanna kicked a nearby rock in their direction.
“Mistress!” Patrick called out.
“Oh, sorry about that.” Zatanna returned. “That man is one of the most arrogant, selfish, insufferable, boorish brutes I’ve ever known!”
James knew Zatanna was talking about Bruce. “And he’s also the new King of Gothamworth.”
“I don’t care what his title is. He’s so frustrating to deal with,” the sorceress spat.
Patrick offered, “Maybe tis’ the only way he knows how ta express himself with ya?”
James saw what Patrick was trying to say. “Yes, it’s obvious that he cares very much for you. We’ve known him for some time now, and I think the word stoic was written with King Bruce in mind.”
“Humph...I doubt that. But thank you both for trying to make me feel better.” Zatanna gestured to the apprentice. “James, come and assist me. Let’s make it easier for everyone else so that they don’t have to carry their comrades to the pyres.”
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Kal had never felt so overwhelmed after he and Diana met all the surviving Kryptonians. He was used to courteous greetings or disdainful acknowledgments. But in all his life, he had never been welcomed and praised by people who saw him as some sort of demi-god or savior. Kal was also being addressed with his royal title, and he was not sure if he was ever going to become accustomed to his regal status.
Im-Fanci and Kara had introduced them all to him and Diana, giving short descriptions of their roles within the kingdom as well. With only a little more than fifty Kryptonians, it was apparent that they would welcome others who wished to reside in Krypton.
Diana touched his arm as they watched the people of Krypton leave the assembly hall. “That was an inspiring speech. Are you sure you didn’t have that written sometime ago? It didn’t seem as though you just thought all that up.” She smiled, pride and admiration shining in her eyes.
“I truly did not know what I was going to say. Perhaps it’s because I have you by my side that made it easier for the words to come together.” Kal smiled back at her.
Kara spoke up, “This is really a sweet moment, but why don’t you two save your private chats for later.”
Diana and Kal grinned sheepishly.
Im-Fanci interjected, “Kara, I suggest you stop mothering Kal and Diana. I’m certain…”
“Oh! My mother!” Diana cried out. “Im-Fanci, I need to find out if she’s okay, and somehow let her know that I’m safe. Is this something you can help me with?”
“Of course, your Highness. Shall I take you to her now?”
“Please don’t take offense when I ask, but you can do that?” Diana inquired.
The Mage merely smiled and nodded.
“Then let us not delay, Im-Fanci,” Kal said as he put his arm around Diana.
“Oh, I wish to come to!” cried Kara. She came to stand next to Kal as Im-Fanci stood next to Diana.
The Mage canted a Kryptonian spell, and the foursome vanished from sight.
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“Bless the gods! They’re here!” Cried out one of the Elves.
Everyone turned to see Diana and Kal-El, with two other women, appear suddenly before them.
As soon as she saw the group, Hippolyta ran towards Diana and embraced her. “Oh, my dear daughter. I was told you were well enough but I still worried for you.”
Patrick and James also ran towards the group, relief evident on their smiling faces. “Kal-El! You’re back!” “Yer a sight fer sore eyes!”
Bruce approached and grasped Kal’s arm. “I’m relieved to see you made it back in one piece. Well done, Kal-El.”
Hippolyta let go of Diana and turned to Kal. “You have saved us all and no thanks will ever be enough.” Hippolyta took Diana’s and Kal’s hands, and placed them together with her own. “I will be proud to welcome you as my son.”
“Thank you, your Majesty,” Kal smiled at his future mother-in-law. “There are a couple of people I’d like you all to meet.” He turned and introduced Kara and Im-Fanci to everyone.
James almost fainted and would have fallen to the ground had Patrick not been there to catch him. Patrick followed James’ gaze to the raven-haired stranger and admitted, “Oh, she’s a beauty, I’ll give ye tha.”
Still standing with Kyle and Hal, Walter’s eyes seemed to bulge at the sight of the goddess-like woman. Not caring who heard him, Walter drawled, “I think I’m in love.”
“She’s definitely captivating,” Kyle agreed.
Hal said nothing.
Walter ran his fingers through his hair. “Excuse me, gentlemen, I have a mage to meet,” and walked towards Im-Fanci.
“Does he not know that she’s out of his league?” Kyle jested to Hal.
“Never mind Walter, Kyle. Go get Clark so that we can speak to Kal-El.” Hal stood as Kyle went to find the boy.
After most of the introductions were done, Kal was surprised to find Hal and Kyle in the group, including the young boy they brought with them. After the Oan Knight informed Kal about Clark’s determination of rallying extra forces, Kal knelt down and thanked Clark for helping them fight the forces of evil. He also told Clark that his parents would have been proud to see him become a fine man. In return, the boy hugged him before walking away with Kyle.
Kal asked Hal, “What will happen to him now?”
“Kyle and I will escort him back home. His aunt Lucy will look after him until he’s of age. We would never have known to join the battle if it weren’t for him.”
Kal nodded, “What do you intend to do after you escort him home?”
“Most likely go back to my order in Oa, though I’m not too fond that Kyle and I were accused of conspiring with John to kill the queen last we were home.” Hal pursed his lips at that memory. “Why do you ask?”
“There are only a handful of people in Krypton. I’m going to need good men to help me rebuild it, including a General to assist assembling my troops. I’ll also need a Captain so let Kyle know of my offer. Think about it and let me know of your decision.” Kal grasped Hal’s arm, then walked away, leaving the dark-haired knight to his thoughts.
“Kal,” Diana called out to him. “Im-Fanci has offered to take my people back to Themyscira since it is the farthest kingdom from here. I know my cousin, Donna, will be relieved to relinquish her duty as regent when she sees my mother has returned. My mother would love to see Krypton, but there are memorial services to hold and other matters of state that need to be addressed.”
From the look on her face, Kal finished her thoughts. “And you will have to be there as well.”
“Yes, I must go, but not until tomorrow. My mother granted my request to return with you to Krypton tonight.” Her eyes gleamed with a promise meant only for him.
He placed a light kiss on her lips. “How long will you be gone for?”
“A week at the most.”
“Then, we’ll have to savor every moment tonight.” Kal said softly. “I do want to marry you as soon as it’s appropriate.”
“I was thinking that the summer solstice is only a month away. I think that should be a fitting wedding date.” Diana proposed.
“It sounds perfect. Let’s tell the others before they start to leave. That will also give them enough time take care of their own matters and to get to Krypton.” Kal took her hand and began making their way to their friends.
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They returned to Krypton shortly after. Walter and James asked to come with them, after James promised the Elder, Jonathan, that he would return to Metria after Kal and Diana’s wedding. Patrick had declined Kal and Diana’s invitation to come with them to Krypton, and had decided to return to Doma with Queen Hortense and what was left of her army.
Since the Kryptonian citizens had been in slumber for centuries, the cook prepared a feast for everyone in the kingdom of Krypton that evening. At dinner, Kal and Diana sat side by side, with Kara on Kal’s right, and Im-Fanci on Diana’s left. James would have sat next to Im-Fanci, but Walter was quick to nudge James aside to claim the seat next to the Mage. Once dinner was over, Kara, being the youngest, was the first to retire. Im-Fanci called an attendant to show Walter and James to the guest quarters, much to the men’s disappointment. As soon as they left, the Mage informed Diana and Kal that baths were prepared for them in their chambers.
“Chambers?” Kal almost choked on his wine as he finished his cup.
She gave them a chiding look. “You should maintain separate quarters until the wedding, for Kara’s sake. Whether or not you actually do and where you choose to sleep is none of my concern. You both have had an exhausting day. I thought you could freshen and relax before... retiring for the evening.” The mage smiled and got up from her seat. “I bid you both a goodnight.”
“I really like her,” Diana grinned.
“As do I.” Kal sheepishly smiled back. “Shall we head to our separate chambers, then?”
“Absolutely.”
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In her bedchamber, Diana relaxed in the still warm water of her bathtub. The scented milled soap and warm water had soothed her senses and body from the rigors of that day. She was anticipating her night with Kal, but needed a few more moments to relax her nerves. So, she closed her eyes and began some meditative breathing exercises.
A knock sounded at the door. She assumed it was an attendant checking to see if she needed anything else for her bath. “You may enter,” she called out, her eyes still closed.
When she heard the door lock, her eyes flew open to rest on Kal standing by the door. Her betrothed had a devilish grin on his handsome face. His damp hair indicated that he already had his bath. She noted he wore a fresh undershirt and trousers, but his feet were bare. He did not take his eyes off of her as he approached the tub. Diana began to feel self-conscious about still laying in the bathtub.
“I didn’t realize you were done with your bath already. I’ll just be a minute.” She reached out to get her drying cloth, but Kal picked it up before she could.
“Here. Let me assist you.” He stood next to the tub and held up the cloth.
Diana’s heart began to race as she stood up and saw Kal’s eyes darken with desire.
Kal’s own heart accelerated at the sight before him. He watched as water ran down every curve of her perfect body when she stood up and stepped out of the tub. The flames from the nearby fireplace cast a golden glow to her glistening form. He wrapped the cloth around her and brushed his lips against hers. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. He pulled away and let the cloth drop from her shoulders, only to take it to thoroughly dry her body. He started drying her legs first and worked his way up, stopping every so often to place soft kisses along the way.
Diana thought her knees would buckle at any moment. As soon as he was done drying her body, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing her naked form against his.
Kal picked her up and carried her to the bed. They made love over and over that night. The splendor they found in each other was unlike any experience they had ever known. They were finally overcome with exhaustion as the dawn slowly approached. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they whispered their love for each other before they succumbed to blissful slumber.
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ONE MONTH LATER
The wedding was to be a momentous and auspicious event. People from various kingdoms came to attend the marriage between the King of Krypton and the Princess of Themyscira. The Battle for First Earth, or the Great Battle, as it was now called, had united the people of Earth in a peaceful alliance. The enormous castle was filled to capacity. Dozens of tents were pitched on the grounds outside the castle.
The Elves arrived one week after the Great Battle ended. Kal and Diana had spent a week apart. When she returned to Krypton with her people, their reunion was heart-filled. Even Hippolyta was warmed to see the joy in her daughter’s face as Kal swept her up and spun her around in his embrace.
The Elven Queen knew their wedding would entail at least hundreds of people, so she brought an entourage of Elves to help the Kryptonians prepare for the wedding. All the other Elves of higher rank or close to the Princess also came along for the preparations and the wedding, including Diana’s cousin, Donna, General Phillipus, Artemis, Epione, and Penelope. Since a priest was not one of the Kryptonian survivors, Kal asked Penelope to perform the marriage rites, which the Themysciran priestess was more than happy to oblige.
Guests for the wedding began to arrive a few days before the nuptials were to take place. Among the first guests to arrive were Jonathan and some of the Knights of Kandor, Kal’s former brothers-in-arms.
Queen Hortense of Doma arrived with her entourage shortly after, with Patrick, now dressed in finer garb, among them. It seemed the Doman Queen took a personal liking to Patrick. Diana and Kal had observed the unlikely pair take a stroll together in the gardens.
Kal looked at Diana with a quizzical expression. “Stranger pairings have occurred.”
“You mean, like an Elf falling for a Kryptonian?” Diana mused.
“Exactly.” He looked behind her and added, “And speaking of unusual pairings…” Kal gestured for Diana to turn around.
They watched as the King of Gothamworth arrived with a sorceress on his arm. With Zatanna walking beside him, Kal and Diana had never before seen the expression on Bruce’s face. He actually looked happy. As the four of them exchanged jovial greetings, Diana and Kal kept glancing between Zatanna and Bruce. Their question was evident in their eyes.
It was Bruce who answered, “Zatanna and I are getting married.”
“Is that all you’re going to say?” Zatanna quipped.
“Congratulations to you both!” Diana gave Zatanna a warm hug.
Kal took his turn to hug Zatanna, then grasped Bruce’s arm, “I’m happy for you. But the last I heard, Zatanna here wasn’t even speaking to you, Bruce. I’m curious to find out how you ended up together.”
Bruce set his chin while Zatanna had a smug look. “Well, I returned to Gothamworth to help tend to the wounded. I do possess some healing powers that were of great help to many who survived the battle. So, for two weeks, while I was busy caring for his people, Bruce kept following me around. I kept telling him to leave me be, but the man is relentless. He practically groveled for my forgiveness and to hear him out.”
“I did not grovel.” Bruce said with pursed lips.
Zatanna paid him no attention and continued, while Diana and Kal looked on in vivid interest. “Anyway, one evening, after dinner, he professed his undying love for me and insisted he would die if I didn’t marry him.”
Bruce looked away, his chin jutted out and his expression impassive. “I didn’t say I would die if you didn’t marry me,” he muttered.
“Not those words exactly, I’ll admit, but they had the same context.” Zatanna grinned with a mischievousness gleam in her eyes. “I couldn’t resist him anymore, so I said yes.”
“Awe…that is wonderful, Zatanna.” Diana smiled.
Kal wondered aloud, “Who knew that the once Dark Knight was such a romantic softie.”
“Kal…” Bruce warned.
“Come, let’s go inside and show you to your guest quarters,” Kal said.
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The wedding was grand and spectacular. The bride looked exquisite and the groom was equally striking. This was truly a joyous occasion that was enjoyed by everyone.
The celebration continued from the early afternoon through the rest of the evening.
Kal and Diana were surrounded by family and friends and well-wishers. Music played and people danced. There was plenty of food and wine served throughout the wedding feast.
As the Mage strolled around the merriment around her, she was reminded of the earlier days of Krypton. The kingdom had flourished in peace and prosperity, long before the darkness descended upon them all. She had lost her beloved, Karl-Ur, during Krypton’s last battle against the dark forces of Apokolips. Not only was he handsome and sharp of mind, but he was also a noble and fierce warrior. She had more than enough time to mourn his untimely death.
She looked down at her body. It was as youthful as it had ever been. After centuries of being trapped in a dagger and existing in a non-corporeal form, she was surprised at how swiftly she was adjusting to being back in human form again. And all the feelings and sensations that connected her spirit with her body.
The Mage looked wistfully on Kal-El and Diana. She smiled at the happiness they shared as they dined side by side. Yes, she thought, the future of Krypton is in good hands.
The Mage turned away to find a pair of eyes staring at her.
These were not the green eyes of the red-haired knight that had been following her around as of late. Ever since Walter was introduced to her, the crimson clad knight had followed her around, much like a puppy looking for attention from his master. In fact, she had noticed the apprentice, James, had also been quietly following her ever since they stepped foot into the castle. It was not as if she had the ears of an Elf or had a pair of wings attached to her body to warrant such attention. Granted she was a female Kryptonian Mage and she acknowledged that her presence commanded attention, but these men behaved as if they had not seen a woman before.
Walter was certainly brave, amusing, and pleasing to look upon, but she was not interested in bedding him. She had briefly cast her eyes upon King Bruce as he was certainly a man she could certainly, although temporarily, engage herself with. But since he was betrothed to the sorceress, Zatanna, she dismissed any interest in him.
Accustomed to curious glances and stares these last few weeks, she looked past the man who had fixed his eyes on her. However, she found her eyes were drawn back to look at him. He had captured her attention. She had seen him once before, though only for a fleeting moment, right after the Battle for First Earth. He must have arrived sometime before the wedding started. From his appearance, she surmised him to be another knight. She was familiar with the coat of arms on his green surcoat – only the most esteemed knights came from that elite order. She noted that he was tall and broad-shouldered. His handsome features were accentuated by his dark eyes and hair. And he was smiling at her!
She looked quickly away, seemingly focused on the people dancing in the middle of the room.
A masculine voice spoke to her from behind. “Good evening, Im-Fanci. I’m afraid I haven’t had the pleasure of formally meeting you. My name is Hal.”
The Mage turned to look at him, her eyebrow raised. “You’re Hal? You’re Krypton’s new General of the guards and one of Kal-El’s newly appointed advisors?” She looked down at his tunic.
Following her gaze, he said, “As of tomorrow. I just have to get rid of my current colors and get new clothing. I was informed you could help me with them.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I just need you to show me where my new chamber is so that I can change.” Grinning, he added, “Unless, of course, you want to join me in there first.”
She could see he was teasing her. But she also sensed his desire. “You do realize that I’m a mage who can transform you into a frog for your boldness.” He continued to look at her, unfazed by her threat. “I’m also Kryptonian, which means I am physically stronger, faster, and have more stamina that you can handle.”
Hal took a step closer until they were only inches apart. He smiled and whispered, “That sounds like a challenge. I never back down from one, and I won’t disappoint.”
She stood stiffly and retorted, “That remains to be seen.”
“I may not possess the ability to conjure up spells, but I can definitely make some magic happen between us.”
‘Great Rao!’ Her cheeks flushed with heat. Somehow, she did not doubt that. The man certainly did not lack any confidence. She liked that. But she suppressed her own needs. “Kal-El spoke highly of your character and your skills as a leader and in battle. But you have yet to prove your worth to Krypton, and as such, do not expect me to succumb easily to your charms. I will escort you to your chamber but that is all.”
“As long as I am in your company, I can die a happy man.” Hal winked and offered his arm out to her which she, though for the briefest of hesitations, took.
Walter and James had been standing next to each other with their undivided attention focused on Im-Fanci. They watched from afar as their object of desire walked away arm in arm with the dark-haired knight. Surprise and dejection were evident on their faces as, until that moment, they had not seen the enchanting mage take any man’s arm before. Walter muttered to James, “What can she possibly see in him? I’m a knight, too. And I was there for the entire battle!”
“You?!” James raised his chin. “What about me? She and I have more in common than the likes of you. I’m a mage, too!”
“You’re an apprenticing mage – big difference.” Walter sighed and looked down at his nearly empty cup of wine. “Ah, it’s just as well. I suppose I’ll return to Keystone then. Come, James. Let’s drown in our sorrows together with more wine.”
When the Mage and the new General stopped in front of the door to his chamber, Hal turned to the enchantress beside him. “Thank you for showing me to my quarters, Im-Fanci. I look forward to seeing you everyday, even if we simply work together. Perhaps one day, you will find me worthy of your attention.” Hal bowed and bestowed a kiss on her hand.
The Mage watched as his lips brushed the top of her hand. Then, he straightened up and smiled back at her. Something about that gallant act brought a wave of heightened sensations coursing through her. She was no more surprised than he when she reached out and brought his head down to hers. The Mage kissed him and he kissed her back.
“Are you sure about this?” Hal rasped as he tore his lips from hers.
She nodded, “Just be sure to show me that you are a man of your word.”
“Yes, mistress,” Hal grinned and kissed her again. He enveloped her in his arms as he pushed the door to his room open, and kicked the door closed behind them.
Back at the dining hall, Kal looked around at the people who had come to celebrate in Diana’s and his honor. His eyes halted at a couple who were dancing with each other, their gazes were locked as they moved to the rhythm of the music. “Diana, it appears that your cousin will be making frequent visits to Krypton.”
Diana scanned the dance floor for Donna until she found her dancing with the reason she would visit Krypton more often. “It’s your fault. Did you have to select someone as handsome as Kyle to be the new Captain of the guard? My mother treats her as another daughter, you know. She’s not going to be pleased about this.”
Kal frowned. “You think he’s handsome?”
His wife rolled her eyes, and then kissed his cheek. “I only have eyes for you. No one can ever steal away the love that I have for you.”
A slow smile spread across his face. He took her chin in his hand. “And I promise that you have my heart until the day I die.”
Kal glanced at Diana’s goblet of wine. She had barely touched it all evening. “Is there something wrong with your wine?”
“No, nothing’s wrong with it.” She suddenly beamed at him. “I just won’t be drinking wine for a while.”
Concern registered on his face. “Why? Are you ill? Is that why you went to see Epione after the ceremony?”
“No, no. I’m not ill. I thought it strange to feel fatigue so early in the afternoon. I assumed it was the wedding just overwhelming me, so I asked her to confirm my assumption.” Diana continued smiling. “I was going to tell you when we got to our chamber, but I guess I can’t wait to tell you any longer.”
“What? What is it that you need to tell me?” He brushed his fingers along her cheek.
“I’m carrying your child. Your daughter if I remember Penelope’s vision correctly.”
Kal looked stunned. He glanced down at her flat stomach, then looked back at her face. His mouth moved to say something, but no words came forth.
“Kal? Are you alright? Say something.” Diana touched her husband’s face.
“I…uh…I love you…And I can’t wait to welcome our daughter into this world.” He kissed her, tenderly taking his time. Then, he abruptly pulled her to feet as he stood up. “Let’s get you to our chamber.”
“But Kal, the evening is still early.” As a thought crossed her mind, Diana whispered through clenched teeth, not wanting to cause a scene. “I’m not an invalid who needs to be confined to bed. If you think that is how I’m going to spend the next several months lying around to be waited on hand and foot, then you should take your sword and…” Diana did not finish her vehement comments as Kal silenced her with a kiss that could make her forget her thoughts.
“My love, my Diana. I want to take you to bed so that I can show you how much I love you.”
“Oh.” Diana gazed into his amused blue eyes. “I guess we could retire early. It is our wedding after all. Our guests will understand.”
“Yes, they certainly will.” Kal grinned.
As they made their way out of the dining hall, a thunderous round of cheers and applause erupted around the room. Even the Elves and Hippolyta, herself, joined in the ovation. The bride and groom blushed as they left to take the stairs to their chamber.
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Diana woke up to find Kal standing over the balcony, wearing only his trousers. He was staring into the night and appeared to be lost in thought. She quietly got up from their bed, picked up her robe lying nearby to cover her naked and sated body, and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her cheek onto his bare back. “What’s on your mind?” she asked.
He kissed one of her hands. “Just thinking how things can change in the course of a year.” He turned around to face her. “In all the years I have spent on this Earth thus far, I’ve never known such contentment. And you’re the main reason why I’m happy with my life. And now, I’m going to be a father.”
“And you will be a fine one, too.” Diana added. “If our children turn out to be half the person you are, then you’d have done well in raising them.”
“As long as they get the other half from you, then I can agree to your confidence.” Kal gazed down into Diana’s eyes. “Did I tell you what I enjoy best about my life?”
A questioning frown formed on her forehead. “I’m not sure if you’ve mentioned that. What is it?”
Kal bent his head down to trace warm kisses along her neck. “That I…get to…make love to you…whenever we…want to.”
“Mmmm…Take me back to bed, Kal,” Diana moaned.
“As you wish, my Queen.”
THE END.
