Dc Universe-Rise of a Hero pt 1 - Sex Stories

Dc Universe-Rise of a Hero pt 1

... spell sigils on their arms, all the while not meeting their sad faces, especially claire's own green eyes. She seemed sadder than usual. And when he brought out a wedding ring and placed it on her finger, she had smiled sadly and kissed him with all the love she had. They had gone to get their parents when they saw his mother's house in flames. And standing in front of them was HER. Karla. Looking at them with murder in her eyes. No need for explanations. His mother and step father were dead. He couldn't fight her. He needed all the energy he had from his soul for the spell. As she placed her hand in front of her , she used her soul energy to form the second level bow. The Storming vortex. More powerful than the blue angel and thrice as fast when sending out energy arrows that could even tear down mountains. She planned to kill them, no mistake about it. With a sad look at her fall from grace and the pain of the lost happy memories of his time with his mother and friends on Lunaria, he activated the spell. And they were gone. Forty minutes later, so was lunaria. Exploding and sending a shock wave of light energy across the galaxy. On many worlds that had been friends to the Lunarians, many wept. And on many of the same worlds, the sick and ailing once touched with the energy of light found themselves well and cured, no matter the disease or disability they suffered from. It was a last gift from lunaria. A final hope of light they could give, with only once message the light ...

... passed to all who saw it. "Remember us" ############################# On earth, Enzo landed with his wife and brother in joy. They had made it. He turned and saw the same joy reflected in his brother's cheers of happiness that echoed through the empty field they had been sent to. He turned to hug his young wife only to find her on the ground with her face to the night sky, the blazing stars and the bright full moon. Her weak body had been unable to take the trip. She was gone. Her hand held a box and her wedding ring to her still heart. He went on his knees and gently pried the box from her still warm hand and opened it as his brother cried in disbelief, his joy turned to pain at losing his much loved sister through marriage. Inside was a locket with three parts. One held a picture of their two families before the war when he announced their engagement, the other of them the day they had a private picnic and had fallen asleep in each others arms only for his brother to snap a photo of the tender moment. The last was a message. He read it softly. "I see a beautiful city.... and a brilliant people, rising from this abyss..... I see the lives, for which I lay down my life - peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy..... I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence..... It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known......" Claire's body glowed ...