The Last Son of Krypton: Chapter One; Part one

             My first question in validating superman (for my self)  is "What was Krypton like?"  Starting from the basics I wrote a snapshot of the planet its self.

“I can’t help but think about our amazing planet. It seems to turn slowly, yet this is only an illusion of its size. The speed of its long rotation creates an amazing gravitational pull, which attributes to the dense nature of our very matter.  Its long hot days and long treacherously cold nights affects an atmosphere that seems intent on killing. So intense is our environment, that life should have never taken root, yet life found a way.”

Enan dok Eahl  Father-Founder of gene code expression

Chapter one

The bird awoke with the sun. Stretching the sleep out of its long leathery wings, it turned its silvery back into the light to absorb its rays. Feeling refreshed, the bird leapt into the gas thick sky and fell into a gentle glide over the lush canopy of a sprawling forest. The heavy atmosphere pressed against the great aviator as it rolled and shifted dangerously close to the tops of the trees, which were slowly turning their leaves up towards the great red Sun.

The long night was over, and the trees shook off a thin coat of ice as the heat of the Sun enlivened them. A slow thick mist both rose and fell from the canopy as the sun melted and evaporated the night’s frost. With their burdens lifted, the trees stood taller and unfolded their day limbs. The trees sent shivers down into their roots, awakening the creatures big and small that thrived in the day light.

The smaller creatures scuttled about at the base of the great trees, while the larger ones slowly made their ways into warm patch’s of light. The hunting beasts began to change their techniques from night to day. Slowly the infrared in their eyes faded away, as they stalked the day time prey that were moving slowly to the open fields, which were littered with wreckage and debris from the Great War.

Thunder rolled in the sky, as a small fire storm erupted high in the atmosphere, sparked by lighting within the flammable clouds. Large groups of small birds burst out of the tree lines in response; swooping down quickly over the burnt out and abandoned vehicles of destruction. They passed by a pride of large cats slinking in the shadows, spying slow grazing calves that were finding there way into the sun. One of the smaller lithe cats crawled impatiently out of cover and sprang at its target, to be caught out of the air by a huge leathery bird.

The bird flapped its great wings to fight the weight of its meal, and the pressures of gravity. It screeched in triumph, and then in pain, as a long sharp barb flew threw its heart. As it fell it heard the war cry of its only predator. Man.



Part two