12 House of Zod Part One: Postcard From Kandor

Faora's thoughts drifted back to her first days at the Kandorian School of Sorcery, perhaps an unimaginative name, but never the less one that got the job done. The name Zod held a certain degree of stigma even back then, but thankfully she was able to get her foot in the door through other methods. The cloud cover made this flight take a bit longer then she first thought but it would be unrefined for her to be caught in a storm her first time out of the box. The dark haired girl flew forward, closing her eyes as she thought about her first day.

Nerves were not something that visited Faora Dru-Zod often but she had a bundle of nerves twisting through her stomach. The dark hair girl was about to present herself, ready to step through the crystal doors of the Kandorian School of Sorcery for the first time. She was the only daughter in several generations in a decorated military family and she had been born and bred for a purpose in life. All of the daughters of the noble houses of Krypton understood their purpose in life and Faora had been specifically groomed for hers from the time she was born.

One day she would be alive but Krypton would be gone and it was up to her and her brother to continue the legacy of the House of Zod on another world. It was this duty that her mother beat into her head since as long as she could remember. Of course, her mother had not truly been alive for years, her body still drew breath but she was little more then a hollow shell of the woman she had once been. She would either go to Earth upon her brother's fourteenth birthday or upon news that Krypton was undergoing some cataclysmic disaster that it would not be able to bounce back from, whichever came first.

Right now, her brother, Har-Zod, would only be a few years old at best and for better or for worse, Krypton still survived. The dark haired girl smiled as she edged forward. There was never a moment where she did not understood her future role. One day, this world and all those who lived upon it would be gone, but despite that the noble name of the house of Zod would remain. She flipped her hair back and walked through the front doors.

'First day jitters, I don't handle them well,' Faora thought as she walked to the front door and saw a blonde with bright blue eyes waiting for her. She was a fairly tall woman, with high cheek bones and a kind hearted expression in her eyes. She was the kind of person that people could trust. Her body had ample curves, showing a woman who took care of herself and the tight white material that stretched around her was proof of this.

"My name is Professor Alura In-Ze, I will be your counselor during your time at the Kandorian School of Sorcerery," the woman stated with a smile and Faora, without a second thought, handed over the papers she held. Alura took the papers and looked through them.

Her posture, her face, they were all rather still even if her mind went a million miles a minute.

All her father said after she manifested her powers was that she better hold onto the family name and do the house of Zod proudly. That was all Faora recalled him saying, her mother reminded her that she was forbidden to even pursue another boy. Not that Faora planned to, most of the male population of Krypton….well from what she saw, they did not impress her.

Har-Zod was who she was born and bred for and that's who she saved herself for.

"Faora Hu-Ul," Alura stated as she smiled at the brunette girl.

Faora thought for a moment that she would connect the dots, between Ursa and Zod, and….well Zod was a fairly polarizing figure these days. He'd already been brought before the council once for crimes against Krypton, war crimes. Of course, these so called crimes were justified, although even Faora thought that the General had begun to slip. He suffered from a mental breakdown after the operation in the Argo Valley before she was even born and Zod refused to accept any treatment for it.

His conditioned worsened as time passed.

"All of your papers are in order," Alura stated, as if there was nothing the matter and why would there be. Faora let out the breath she held. The woman smiled back at her in an understanding fashion. "First day jitters?"

"Yes, I….my mother told me that I better do my family name proud," Faora stated, letting her guard down for a brief second before she put it back up.

"I went through the same thing when I attended this school years ago," Alura responded to Faora in a sympathetic voice and Faora inclined her head in a nod. "It is a first rate institution, the best magical school in all of Krypton."

Alura decided not to mention that this school was pretty much the only magic school in all of Krypton. Sorcery, while not outlawed, was a subject that flew in the face of science and was pretty much a "don't ask, don't tell" situation. It was a rather frustrating shock for her husband Zor-El when he learned that Alura was a Kryptonian mage. The marriage had been arranged between their two houses, a marriage of political convenience.

The blonde tried to not let her personal life get in the way of her career. She was a genius in both the fields of science and magic. In a world where Jor-El did not exist, Alura would be just a little bit better than him all things considered. This thought put a smile on the face of the blonde.

"I've heard great things about it, well the few things that I've heard about it," Faora remarked as she eyed Alura.

"Well just because we lack alternatives, it does not mean that does not give us an excuse to do our very best," Alura remarked with a smile on her face and Faora offered a grin. "We can talk more later but right now it's time for action. I'll take you on a grand tour and show you all that our facilities have to offer."

Faora remained tall and proud, her nervousness fading. She adapted, because that's what a Zod did, they adapted no matter how harsh the surroundings. Even when things seemed hopeless, they still adapted. She was bred for greatness in many ways and knew her duty. Learning these abilities would help her on her journey to assist Har-Zod.

Faora's first year passed into dust and she had to admit, it felt rather wonderful to accomplish so much during that time. The dark haired girl thought about everything that transpired over the past year and wondered what was to come next.

Her first year examinations arrived the next day and her blue eyes shimmered with joy. Her marks were off the charts, though her parents would accept nothing but the very best she could do.

Faora wished that her efforts were much more appreciated then they were but the truth was her father was beginning to lose touch with reality. He was obsessed about many things and his greatest obsession was proving his superiority over Jor-El and the rest of Krypton. The dark haired girl frowned, that was something that caused her a bit of discontent but she shook it off. Her dark eyes glowed for a moment as she crossed and held the latest report that swayed in her hands.

The young Kryptonian excelled in all of her classes, in fact, she was put down to be a student mentor, having burned through three year's worth of courses during her first year. One might consider her to be an overachiever but that was not something that bothered her too much. The opinions of others were meaningless and irrelevant; she had to do what she had to do and nothing more than that.

Her mother stood, calm and crisp but the relationship that Faora had with Ursa was diplomatic at best. Ursa remained rather cold in many ways. Her expression was cold, no life, no warmth, no caring.

"You did nothing to deviate from your duty," Ursa commented, an icy stare burning into Faora. Two sets of equally determined eyes locked on the other.

"I did nothing to deviate from my duty," Faora confirmed as she held the progress report.

"You have acquired a position of power and could gain potential allies, that's what I would expect out of you, my daughter," Ursa stated, her voice was colder than the Argo Valley.

Faora could feel the chill but she remained rather calm and inclined her head towards her mother in a respectful manner.

"I have been keeping an eye for potential disciples for my brother's cause," Faora added and Ursa leaned forward, placing a hand on her cheek. Her touch was as cold as her voice.

Duty, dedication, that was all Faora understood and her devotion grew stronger to her brother, as her father slipped further down the rabbit hole of insanity. Once again, his untreated psychiatric disorders caused him to lose grip on his sanity, which was fleeing at the best of times.

"You will continue to do well, it was not a mistake to allow you this skill," Ursa told her as she closed her eyes. "My time on this planet grows short but I will be reborn, much like our son was. And much like your father will be, once the orb has been opened on Earth."

Faora had slightly different plans regarding that orb should she get her hands on it. It contained the genetic material of several of Krypton's strongest, including several very attractive women. Therefore the idea mulled over in her mind but Jor-El had been tight lipped on the orb's whereabouts.

There was much to do but exactly how much time she had left on Krypton, it was sketchy. The civil war between her father's loyalists and the Kandorian army kicked up in earnest.

Being a student mentor was something that Faora looked towards with the greatest of anticipation. Her eyes burned with desire at the potential for what she could do. Crossing her arms, the dark haired Kryptonian waited for her first assignment and Professor In-Ze was about ready to tell her.

"Faora, you have shattered all expectations during your first year here," Alura remarked as she stared down towards the girl. Sure she was mysterious but the girl got results and that was something Alura appreciated.

"It's what I do," Faora responded, her voice a lot bolder now that she knew the lay of the land. She was twelve, close to thirteen years old, so she was becoming more mature and surer of herself, along with what she wanted to do.

"Your confidence is inspiring and I do hope that more people learn from your example," Alura answered with a smile before she directed the conversation to the intended purpose she had called Faora here for. "So, you have your first assignment as a student mentor. I trust you're ready for it."

Faora paused, waiting to see what Alura had for her to do. The older woman had been a mentor to her and had been very helpful. Dare she say that in many ways Alura became a close and personal friend to her, despite the fact that the F-Word had became a rather foreign term for her bloodline. The House of Zod did not have friends, they had contacts and associates, but most certainly no friends.

"Professor, I'm ready for whoever you'll have me as a mentor," Faora remarked and it was at these words that the expression on Alura's face shifted towards that of a frown.

"Faora, I told you can call me Alura outside the class room."

Faora smiled for a moment and adjusted herself.

"Sorry, Alura, no disrespect meant."

Faora's eyes drank in the form of Alura, she did get certain urges when she was around other women now. The devotion she had for her brother was strong and he was the only man that she would tolerate being around for more than casual contact.

In not so many words, if any man touched her, she'd rip their arm off and shove it down their throat. That was about right, no one but her brother was to touch her, no matter what the circumstances. Faroa managed to keep her gaze on the older woman rather discreet, although from what she heard, the poor woman was married to Zor-El. The House of El was known for many things and their sexual prowess was not one of them.

There was a rumor that Zor-El pursued Jor-El's wife Lara, despite the fact that Jor-El and Lara were for all intents and purposes happily married. That was a rumor that caused Faora to shake her head. Then again, while she thought that a strong woman like Lara deserved far better than someone as sexually repressed as Jor-El, there were instances where she knew that Zor-El would be much worse.

"I do have a personal manner to ask you to do for me, if you don't mind," Alura stated as she leaned forwards to face Faora giving her a glimpse of her cleavage .

How Faora thought of Alura was not a family friendly way. The older woman had juicy lips and she wondered what would happen once they were placed upon a certain part of her body over and over again.

She might never know and she shook her head, keeping her thoughts pure. Although if she did this favor for Alura, she might be able to call upon future favors of her own. So she decided to take on this favor and see what resulted from it. A pair of dark eyes locked onto a pair of bright blue eyes as she focused on Alura.

"What kind of favor do you wish for me to do?" Faora asked in a calm and crisp tone of voice and Alura was prompt in explaining the situation, her blonde hair framing her face as she began to speak.

"My daughter, Kara, is going to be attending the Academy this year, she was supposed to start last year but circumstances prevented her from doing so," Alura remarked and it did not take a Nova Javelin expert to realize that Alura's voice dripped with something akin to distaste when she voiced the word "circumstances."

Perhaps Faora was putting two and two together in the wrong way but she thought that there was more to what Alura was telling than met the eye. Calling her out on that would be a breach of trust and that was not something that Faora wished to do with her budding mentor.

"Your daughter, I had no idea you had one," Faora remarked as she offered her mentor a smile. "But I'm sure she'll be as brilliant, beautiful, and as talented as you are."

Flattery was something that she could spare with people that she respected and the truth was that Faora respected Alura a lot. In some ways, Alura was more of a mother to her than Ursa was. The only family member she was loyal to was her brother, he was made for her after all.

"You are too kind," Alura responded, respecting this girl and the hard work she put in. She had a feeling that Faora and Kara would get along great, hence why Alura arranged for her daughter to be mentored by Faora.

As for Faora's parentage, well Alura had a shrewd idea whom this young lady's parents were. Still the girl proved herself to not define herself by what Zod was. And that was something that caused Alura to gain a boatload of respect for this girl.

The footsteps indicated that there was someone coming down the hallway and there was a soft knock on the door.

Alura spun around, a smile crossing her face before she stated what needed to be said. "Enter, Kara."

The door opened and Kara stepped inside. Faora got a good look at Kara for the first time. She wore white robes with blue trim that wrapped around her body, along with a red headband with Kryptonian symbols on it. She wore a bracelet on her arm to indicate what house she was in and Faora's eyes traveled up and down Kara's budding body.

Every inch, every curve, and she would fill out in a few years as well, yes Faora was impressed by this stunning beauty before her. The blonde stood there, a hint of nervousness on her face but also beneath that mask of nervousness there was the potential, potential for great confidence. That was something that Faora saw shining through her.

"This is my daughter, Kara," Alura responded, her head inclined with a nod.

Faora's face crossed into a momentary smile. "I can see the resemblance."

Once again, Faora's eyes studied Kara intently; she had a certain amount of poise to her that the girl found promising. It was something that was lacking in many of the other students, she was of a high class breeding, of superior evolution. Faora thought that there should be no less than the very best for her brother.

"Hello, Kara pleased to meet you, my name is Faora Hu-Ul,' Faora informed her as she reached forward and grabbed Kara's hand. Leaning forward slightly, Faora's lips met Kara's hand and caused her to flush for a second.

"Pleased…pleased to meet you,' Kara responded, feeling a bit pleased and also very flushed at the contact.

"The pleasure is all mine," Faora commented back as she soaked in the blonde a little bit more. "Your mother has told me good things about you."

It was a little bit of a mistruth but never the less, it kept Kara at ease and kept her from freaking out. The dark haired Kryptonian lead Kara forward and the two of them began the same tour that Faora undertook from Alura during the first year.

"The library is the largest collection of magical tomes in all of Krypton," Faora remarked in an excited voice and Kara's eyes widened with interest and amazement. "So, when did you find out your gifts?"

Kara paused for a moment but there was something about this girl that she felt that she could trust.

"Actually I've known for a long time," Kara stated in a small voice, letting out a breath with an inhale and then an exhale. "It's just that….well it's just that my father wasn't all that keen on me going to this school."

"Oh what changed his mind?" Faora asked, wondering if Kara's father was going to be a problem. If he was, then she might have to deal with him personally.

Kara offered an impish smile to Faora before she decided to tell her.

"Well my mother kind of leaned on him and my father had no choice but to agree with what she was going to do. And Aunt Lara helped."

"Lara, that's the wife of Jor-El, isn't it?" Faora asked, keeping coy to try and fish for information from the blonde. "One of the most brilliant scientific minds in all of Krypton?"

"Yeah, something like that," Kara responded, a frown crossing her face. There were times where she thought that her mother did not get the credit she deserved for some of her achievements because she was not the great Jor-El. Her mother and Lara had been friends, ran around in the same social circles as well. But Jor-El was rather indifferent to her and Alura at best.

Of course that was nothing compared to the friction between Jor-El and Zor-El. Zor-El believed, whether true or false, that his brother cheated him out of an achievement years back. It was a grudge that he hung onto for years and did not let go of it since. There were other things, rumors, whispers, but Kara felt that she did not know enough about that so she did not press the issue with her aunt in particular.

All she knew was what she experienced.

Faora led her down the hallway and continued the tour, with Kara's mind swimming with the sensations that were around her. The blonde was on cloud nine as she continued to walk through what would be her home away from home. Although she would spend more time with her mother and less with her father which always put her in a good mood.

"Kara, take a deep breath and relax yourself, it's a very simple spell," Faora informed her as she placed her hands on Kara's waist.

Kara shifted underneath Faora's touch it was so intimate yet at the same time it was so gentle. At first, she flinched a second but as she felt Faora's finger tips brush against her ribs; she found herself more and more at ease with this girl correcting her position. Each touch felt even more natural than the one before it.

"Magic is a part of you, it's a part of our nature, let it flow within you and then out of you," Faora instructed her. "Embrace your powers, assume that they are a part of you, and they will flow carefully, carefully, take a deep breath, and allow them to flow carefully."

Kara was bright but she had been raised in a household full of science. Science, as such, was full of facts. Faora struggled to maintain a balance that was the best of both worlds but somehow she found that balance. She would help Kara find that balance as well, doing what she could to make her journey be a lot less rocky.

"Close your eyes and let it flow," Faora repeated, holding her arms around Kara's waist gently, holding her up, trying to convey to her that everything was going to be okay. The blond relaxed for a moment. "Visualize the final result, have confidence in yourself and your spell and it will work out for the best. Remember to feel and remember to believe, that is key to performing the magic."

Kara drew in her breath, keeping her arms steady by the side, making sure Faora held onto her. The blonde swayed for a moment, wrapped in the tender embrace of the older brunette. She relaxed herself.

"Believe," Kara whispered, the air passing her lips.

"Yes, believe," Faora agreed before she paused and added. "And most importantly, do."

Kara shifted the density of the block before her and animated it so it could turn into a four legged animal with fur. It was not enough to turn it into the animal, she had to give it life as well and that was what Kara did. She poured the magic that she could into it and it began to tap dance.

"Believe and do," Kara stated as she felt more of her confidence brim within her and thus her magic grew stronger.

"This is a spell that many people tend to have trouble with during the best of times," Faora admitted to Kara. "But you are such a natural that you got it right in half of the time that it takes."

Kara smiled, this praise came rather strong from Faora and it made her happy to see that her student mentor thought so highly to her. She had expectations that were pushed upon her as part of the House of El. The blonde stepped forward and did the next stage of the charms work.

The wheels began to spin, sending sparks that flew through the air. The blonde smiled, that particular exercise was done.

"You're doing magnificent, Kara," Faora commented, although there was a bit of jerkiness to her spells. "Try to relax a little bit. You're overcompensating your power levels. Sometimes you can get much done with far less."

It was a lesson that the General imparted in her head, sometimes wait for fools to expand their energy in their futile attempts to beat you whilst you do very little. It was a lesson that she hoped to pass onto Kara as she mentored the girl. The blonde's progress continued to bubble as they stood.

Faora's eyes shifted to the red sun setting out of the side window, it was a peaceful beacon for all of Kandor. It shined quite brightly for them all, as bright as her protege's shining blue eyes, glowing with passion and intensity. The blonde kept herself standing on the path and animated the benches to swirl in the air before them.

"Once again, you have accomplished much, Kara," Faora told her in a proud tone, placing her hand on Kara's shoulder.

She did not flinch, she did not falter. In fact, a smile crossed her face.

"Well I do have a teacher that's worth watching," Kara responded as she spun around to face Faora. "Thank you Faora, you are great, you could be an excellent leader. And I mean that in the best way."

"You are too kind," Faora said, as she reached up and placed a hand on Kara's cheek. "There's so much potential in you, young one. So much untapped, your legacy will live long beyond Krypton."

Kara frowned and turned towards Faora with widened eyes.

""I thought they all say that Krypton is going to last for a million years."

Faora offered Kara a reassuring smile.

"Even if Krypton perishes, you will live long after it, trust me."

Faora saw that Kara's trust was being earned more and more each and every single day. All of the time they spent together was cementing some level of a bond between the two of them. They were roommates and also spent their time hanging out, sparring in the training room as well. Kara was a bit of a spoiled child in the sense that she didn't have combat training but Faora was willing to teach her the ropes.

If she was going to be a mate for Har-Zod, Faora would need to train Kara in all aspects of the ideal Kryptonian in mind, body, and soul.

Kara flew across the sparring room and landed with a thud. She rolled over, rubbing her side and wincing a little bit from the impact.

"That wasn't bad, Kara, but you know I've been training my entire life at this," Faora commented lightly with a grin as she motioned for Kara to go forward. The blonde rushed forward and dodged a shot but Faora moved around her and hooked her in a full nelson, before putting a foot on the back of Kara's thigh and forcing her down to the ground.

"Yeah, I can see that," Kara said with a grimace, closing her eyes and Faora held her in a tight grip, an extremely tight grip.

She tried to bounce off the wall to break the hold but she was unable to break the extremely tight hold Faora had on her. She had her trapped there and could do anything that she wanted with her. That made Kara smile a lot, despite the fact that this tight grip was next to impossible for her to break out of. Despite her struggles and there were many.

"The explosion in the Argo Valley, did you hear about it?" Kara panted as she tried to slip out of Faora's grip.

"Yes, I heard about it," Faora stated, although the fact that Kara nearly broke her grip realized that she did not have her full concentration.

That she did not have the fingers locked, so Kara managed to slip out.

The truth was Faora heard about the explosion in the Argo Valley and it did worry her a little bit. There were more casualties every day, not to mention the growing tremors. The official word of the Council was that everything was alright but they knew better.

"Don't worry Kara, you're doing well," Faora responded as the blonde aimed a kick at Faora but Faora caught her leg.

"Yeah, I don't feel well," Kara retorted as she felt herself rather dizzied by the attack.

Faora slowly worked on Kara, and sure enough, the blonde grew stronger and stronger every single day. There was a smile that crossed the dark haired girl's face as she worked with Kara. The blonde wound up a huge punch but Faora dodged that one.

"Better, faster," Faora stated, keeping a steady beat as the sparring session rolled on.

A punch was avoided with Faora dodging around the rest of the follow up assault. The blonde aimed another attack towards Faora but the dark haired girl evaded it, as their sparring session got more intense.

The tight white shirt and shorts that Kara wore clung to her like a second skin. Kryptonians lost a lot about the art of physical exercise, feeling that they reached a genetic peak and there was no need to improve themselves at all. Plus there was no need to strengthen their body and skills, because they were already at the peak.

Krypton suffered in many ways for years and years, and Kara found herself feel a bit more confident about herself as she went at it with Faora in the sparring session, the two girls sparring back and forth.

The sparring grew more and more intense, with Kara gaining more confidence the longer it went on. Faora smiled, she was learning a fair bit about the art of combat, although there was always much more to learn. In fact, Faora was far from calling herself an expert.

"Let's wrap this up for today, Kara, then we can complete our homework," Faora responded and Kara smiled.

"Just as I was beating you?" Kara asked with a smile but Faora grabbed Kara around the waist and threw her halfway across the room.

Kara laid on the ground, placing her hands on her face and offering an impish smile.

"Okay, point well taken," Kara winced as she pulled herself to her feet. Her neck was sore a little bit.

"Sit down for a minute," Faora suggested to her and Kara nodded, sitting down on the bench. Faora placed her hands on the back of Kara's neck and started to work circular motions around her neck with her hands.

Kara closed her eyes, offering a brief sigh and a whimper, as Faora's talented hands worked circular motions on her neck, massaging the knots out of her stiff neck. The blonde lost herself to the motions that Faora made and one hand moved down to the small of her back, slowly bring pleasurable caresses to her.

"That feel better," Faora stated, her hot breath hitting Kara directly in the ear.

"Yes," Kara hissed out in a low moan as she felt the dark haired girl's talented hands work their magic on her, for lack of a better term. And to be honest, they did have a rather prominent magical touch, slowly working her neck over, running her hands downwards, making sure to cause her sore spots to be alleviated.

"I'm sure I can make you feel really good, anything you desire, Kara," Faora commented as she continued to massage her, working down her legs as well and making sure her head brushed against Kara's crotch.

This was nearly unbearable for Kara, the heat rose through her body and her mind fogged over with spurts of pleasure.

It did not go unnoticed by Faora how much the blonde craved her touch, her fingers brushed against Kara's tense thigh muscles.

It would come time to seduce and ensnare her into that web, but not yet, she wanted Kara so desperate for it that she could hardly stand it. Faora's hands brushed up and down her legs, before removing her shoes and rubbing her feet.

Kara lost her mind as her feet were being rubbed by Faora, it felt so good that the blond could hardly stand it. She felt moisture pooling from between her thighs.

"Are you quite alright, dear Kara?' Faora asked, flickering her tongue a little bit when her face was nearly an inch away from Kara's womanhood.

"Yes, great," Kara let out in a moan, wondering what it would be like to have that tongue inside her.

"That's good, glad I can help relieve your tension," Faora stated in a crisp tone as she helped Kara up.

Kara felt as good as new after the massage, although she'd need a fresh change of clothes.

Faora smelled the arousal coming from Kara and a smile crossed her face. She allowed Kara to go first, knowing how much the girl filled out in the past year. Faora's eyes locked firmly upon the blonde's shapely posterior and the backs of her long, tanned legs. These stems were drool worthy, and likely going to be the object of desire for many men.

A pity that there was only one man that would be able to do more than desire Kara, that much Faora would make certain.

The first year at the Kandorian Academy of Sorcery was one that went by rather quickly, almost in a snap. Despite the fact that she had a shaky beginning, Kara could not help but allow a brief flicker of a smile to cross her face.

Somehow she passed her exams; in fact, she was one of the top scorers in the entire school, something that caused her a great amount of joy. Given the only person above her was Faora, that caused Kara to feel pretty good with herself. Being number two to the person who broke all records as it pertained to getting good grades, that was a pretty amazing spot for her to be.

"So, I heard that you've got your grades back."

Faora opened the door as the two roommates decided to have a quiet night to themselves while everyone else recovered from the exams.

"Second in the year, after you," Kara responded, showing them to Faora who smiled at the blonde's achievement.

"And I would have expected no less, although if you did better than me, it would challenge me and would allow me to push myself further," Faora responded as she placed her hands on Kara's shoulders and smiled at her. "There's always next year, isn't there?"

"Yes, there's always next year," Kara agreed as Faora sat on the edge of the bed, where her legs touched Kara's. This caused the blonde to shiver but Faora's arms snaked around her.

"I think that your performance mandates a little reward," Faora stated in a breathy voice as she locked her eyes onto Kara's, and placed her hand on the small of the blonde's back.

Kara closed her eyes, she had been having dreams about Faora, doing things that excited her, aroused her. The blonde's heart beat a little more rapidly; then again most Kryptonian women were bisexual by nature. Given the large collectives due to their being more women then there were men, it was a part of their nature. That was the point which they evolved to.

"So how about it, Kara?" Faora asked as she leaned the blonde back so she touched the bed. Kara shivered for a brief instant. "Would you like to have some fun?"

Faora's lips met Kara's and the blonde's mind exploded with the sensations of this sexual dream straddling her, kissing her breath out of her. The blonde returned the kiss with equal fury, Faora's mouth tasted wild and untamed, something that Kara enjoyed. The blonde explored the mouth of Faora a little bit more.

The dark haired Kryptonian allowed Kara's mouth to open a tiny bit more, exploring the inside of it with her tongue. The soft organ probed Kara's gums and caused her blue eyes to shut. The blonde tasted like berries, which was a taste that pleased her. The dark haired girl's hands were on either side of Kara's face and she continued to deepen the kiss.

Kara closed her eyes and moaned with wanton need, desire, she felt herself succumb to the pleasures that Faora offered her. The dark haired girl reached underneath the shirt and played with Kara's breasts. The blonde felt her body heat up with the pleasure and Faora pulled back, before leaning back and kissing Kara on the neck. The blonde whimpered, feeling Faora lightly bite down on her neck to enhance the pleasure.

Faora's hands cupped Kara's breasts and ran her hands down her body, biting her down on her neck, marking her for her own. The blonde closed her eyes and threw her head back in a lustful moan. She panted rather heavily.

"Time for us to have some fun," Faora stated in a husky tone of voice, running her hands up and down on the body of the sexy young blonde beneath her.

Kara was down with that one, the pleasure was amazing.

Kara rested her head on Faora's chest after their coupling completed, that was amazing. The dark haired girl traced patterns on her bare tummy, making circular motions around it. The blonde lifted her hips up and closed her eyes, offering a long and labored sigh with what she felt. It was amazing what she felt between the two of them.

"Faora."

"Mmm."

"Thank you," Kara breathed as Faora's arms wrapped around her body. "We've shared something amazing."

Kara offered an impish smile.

"I thought what I shared with my mother and aunt was amazing, but this…this is on an entirely new level," Kara stated as Faora ran her hands down the blonde's hair and kissed the back of her neck, nuzzling her nose into it.

This little statement piqued Faora's interest.

"Details, I must have them, sweetie," Faora remarked as she continued to cuddle with the blonde on the bed.

"Maybe later," Kara breathed as the dark haired girl held her tightly.

Faora smiled, she had Kara, not that there was much coercing that needed to be done. She was amazing, everything that a man or a woman would ever want in a mate.

Her new girlfriend rested in Faora's arms and soon she would be the gift that would be given to her brother when she arrived on Earth.

"More casualties were found after the siege and many of Zod's supporters were captured. The rogue general remains at large. One of the most decorated war heroes in all of Krypton has turned into its most notorious war criminal. This may be our final broadcast as our transmission tower has been compromised.

Faora sat, legs crossed, and eyes closed, as she inclined her head for a moment, listening to the transmission. She spent this evening at Kara's house, Zor-El had been away from business in Kandor, his mining operations if she recalled correctly. It did not matter, the less she saw of Zor-El, the better off she would all be.

"Faora?"

Kara stood behind her as Faora listened to the latest transmission broadcast.

"I…do you want to listen to something else or watch something else?" Kara asked in a tentative voice. "Maybe we can see if we can get some Earth television or something."

"Yes, that's what I'd like to do, watch humanity's poor attempts to understand alien culture," Faora stated, she about gagged on some of the alien movies but Kara watched Faora, a smile crossing her face. "I…I'm sorry, it's just current events and I want to see how close we are…to the end."

"Despite it all, you're worried about your father," Kara responded in a cool voice.

"My father?" Faora asked as she watched Kara.

"Zod, I know, I've always knew," Kara responded and Faora responded by opening her mouth but the blonde captured her mouth with a kiss. Faora returned it; Kara did not seem to be mad about the deception. The two of them enjoyed a passionate moment.

Faora and Kara broke apart.

"So you did," Faora responded as she slid back.

"It doesn't change who you really are," Kara responded, crossing her arms. "Zod is one of the most decorated military commanders in the world. They would be learning about him for years, wouldn't they, if it wasn't because of what happened?

Faora inclined her head with a nod and a smile.

"I am proud of his achievements although his sanity has something to be desired lately and it's slipped with each passing year," Faora stated as she spun around, looking outside the window. "His time is long past and it's time to look towards the future."

Another tremor rocked them and Faora bounced up a little bit, turning her head around. A long sigh escaped her mouth, she really did wish that these tremors did not happen all that often but it was proof that the end neared.

"My brother, he's the future," Faora remarked to Kara and the blonde's eyebrow raised before she watched the other Kryptonian.

"Your brother?" Kara asked in confusion.

"His name is Har-Zod, he is the future, currently he is on Earth and in a few years, I will get to meet him," Faora informed, it must have been a decade or closer by now at this time. "If there is any further news of the end of Krypton, then I must leave."

Kara hung her head, she would hate to lose sight of her best friend and lover but Faora grabbed her around the head and pushed her face up. This was done so Kara could face Faora properly.

"Do not despair Kara, I have built you a vessel that will take you to Earth as well, and the two of us can wait for him when the time is right," Faora informed as she turned towards the blonde. "We can spend time practicing the powers that we have underneath the yellow sun and be able to learn them, perfect them, to help Har so he does not have to be alone."

Kara liked that, ever since she read her mother's notes and theories about the yellow sun, she was excited. Jor-El backed many of those theories up and there were other studies done over the years, but they were incomplete. Much of their scientific knowledge had been lost during the initial destruction of Kandor a few years before Kara was born. It was rebuilt shortly before she was born but not everything was recovered.

"Can I count on you?" Faora asked as she grabbed Kara's hand and clasped it. "Can I count on you to be ultimately devoted to my brother? Can I count on you to do that?"

Kara felt her throat dry as she considered Faora, her closest friend, her lover, and the sacrifices that she was asking were extremely great, along with the responsibility that came along with said sacrifices. Yet, she recalled all that Faora did to help her grow into a person that was not some sheltered little girl, not the devoted daughter of Zor-El. That was something that Kara could not appreciate more.

"Yes, Faora, you can count on me, to do anything," Kara remarked, she did find it quite curious that Faora was devoted to her brother before even meeting him but that must have something to do with her upbringing.

"You're amazing Kara, don't let anyone tell you different," Faora told her with a smile, the three of them, they could do anything together; they could take on the entire world. The blonde was pulled into a tight embrace.

Faora thought about what happened as of late, her father being the most hated war criminal in all of Krypton, her mother essentially given up on life and becoming a cold recluse, and then there were the thoughts that Krypton would soon be torn apart. Despite its flaws, it was a home for her and if she did not have her brother waiting on the other side, to start a brand new life, she would be a bit more despondent than she was before.

There was a knocking on the door and Kara sprinted up to answer it, to see a blonde woman standing on the other end.

"Aunt Lara!" Kara stated in an excited voice as she wrapped her arms around her aunt in a tight hug. The blonde followed that motion up with a kiss

"Kara, it's been too long," Lara responded with a smile as she watched Kara, before she looked around a bit nervously, biting on her lip. There was a second where she did not say anything before she spoke. "Your father isn't around, is he?"

Kara shook her head. "No, he left for the mining operation today, he should be back in a few days."

There was another tremor and Lara felt a bit fainter but she steadily remained standing, not blinking for an instant.

"I have good news for you, is your mother here?" Lara asked and sure enough, Alura popped up just then.

"Lara, it's great to see you!" Alura responded as she rushed forward and greeted her sister-in-law, with a smile crossing her face. "What brings you here?"

"Hello Lara,' Faora commented with a smile.

"Hello Faora," Lara offered to her, she was a bit nervous around this girl, and Jor-El pitched a fit when he realized whose daughter she was, but she gave that man a good talking to about how he should not judge people by who their parents were. After she reminded Jor-El about his uncle and the reputation that he had, one of the most crazed criminals in all of Krypton. "So, I've got some good news for you."

"What's the good news?" Kara asked as she bounced up and down on her feet.

"I'm having a baby!" Lara stated and Alura and Kara looked excited, with Faora just offering a brisk smile.

"I'm sure Jor-El must be thrilled that he's a father," Faora commented in a crisp voice, although she was quite dubious that Jor-El could get it up in the first place. Still she had to be happy for Lara. "So are you having him or her the normal way?"

"Yes, normal way, the children will be stronger, even with the risk," Lara stated as she thought about everything that she read.

"One day, we'll mitigate that risk," Alura stated, while she was not as trashed as Faora's mother was after her birth, Kara's was a risky one. And she was in and out of the hospital for several months afterward, actually both mother and child were. But when they were out of the woods, they were strong and healthy.

"I know, but will that day ever come?" Lara asked as she closed her eyes. "I hope my son sees at least his first year on Krypton. But Jor-El fears that the planet's core grows unstable."

"I've heard about that, there was a crack that opened up and swallowed Borga City," Alura stated in a soft voice, tears were brought to her eyes at the thought of all of the people that were dead.

"The lava pockets at Zan City flooded as well, because of the shift of the magnetic poles and Jor-El thinks….that the planet will crack apart within three to five years….even before what Zod did," Lara commented in a serious tone of voice.

"What did he do?" Faora asked in a quiet tone of voice.

"We believe he's launched one our Jax-Ur's monster weapons, the Nova Javelin, into Zan City, which caused the lava pockets to overflow," Lara responded in a hushed voice and Faora shifted nervously, mentally cursing her father for his stupidity.

Those weapons could have caused the planet to crack into pieces like an eggshell, she wondered what Zod was thinking doing something like that. And before she was able to depart to fulfill the mission that she was groomed for, she wondered what her father could have been thinking, she really did.

"Thousands died, maybe more, not all of the bodies were recovered, many burned," Lara responded as she felt the baby kick in her. It was a strong kick which boded well for his prospects.

He was getting rather restless and was developing rather quickly inside her.

"So is it a boy or a girl?" Alura asked as she locked her eyes on Lara.

Lara paused before she sensed it. "It's a boy, I know it. Not quite sure what to name him, though."

"How about Kal?" Kara asked after a moment of thought. "After the patron saint of truth and justice, you know."

Lara thought it over for a few seconds before she nodded.

"Kal-El, that sounds perfect," Lara responded with a smile as she turned herself away. She felt her son grow in her and wondered what kind of future he would have on this planet, if there was going to be any kind of future that was.

"Do you think the council will listen to Jor-El?" Alura asked her and Lara shrugged.

Faora hoped that for Jor-El's sake that he did not push his luck because the Council tended to get rather testy with those people who went against their plans. That was one thing she knew and heard about constantly, there had been scientists who disappeared because they went against the decree of the council more than a few times.

"Well, they may end up learning the hard way," Kara stated as she looked out.

The sky looked beautiful and in many cases, it also looked extremely eerie. There was a sense of foreboding that flickered through the air.

"I've heard the news, my father has been stripped of his body and banished to the Phantom Zone," Faora stated as she rushed down the hallway, with Kara struggling to keep up with her.

"I know, I heard," Kara remarked as she could tell that Faora was distracted and thrown off.

"The planet won't last much longer, I know it, we've got to move now," Faora said as her voice trembled. There were times where she tried not to be bothered. "Mother was found in her room, she stabbed herself in the throat, maddened by the grief. She managed to write me a note, to remind me one final time of my duty, as if I did not know."

Her parents were both gone but they were the past, Faora knew that her and Har were the future. The future that would be off of the planet of Krypton, underneath the yellow sun of Earth, the powers her and Kara had been practicing over the past year. They could only do so much in a simulation but they would have a better control of her powers.

"Mother didn't make it home one night, I don't think…." Kara stated but her voice broke and Faora wrapped her into a tight hug.

"If the rebels got to Alura, I'm sorry, nothing bad should have ever happened to her," Faora responded as she stroked Kara's blonde hair lovingly.

"KARA!"

Kara tensed in Faora's arms as the footsteps of Zor-El could be heard.

"Kara, you need to get on that ship and get out of here now, I'll be right behind you," Faora told her anxiously, as she leaned forward and pecked Kara's lips with her own in a tender kiss to say goodbye, at least for now.

She knew that at least three ships would be leaving the planet, hers, Kara's, and Kal-El's, Kara told her about how she visited Smallville with her Aunt Lara a few months ago and got to see the place where the family that Jor-El picked out lived. While Faora questioned leaving such a decision to chance, she figured that Jor-El was skilled enough to make it work.

Not that her concern was with Kal-El but Kara would be a lot more at ease if she knew that her baby cousin was in the arms of a loving family.

"What are you doing here?"

"Visiting my best friend, seeing her off," Faora responded as she turned towards Zor-El, her expression peering towards him.

Zor-El looked like he had stumbled upon some prize, even if that could not be further from the truth.

"You are the daughter of Zod, the Council will fetch a high price for your head," Zor-El commented with greed dancing from his tongue as he stepped forward and made a movement towards Faora to grab her.

Faora avoided his attack, and enraged she responded by punching him in the throat which knocked the breath from him. She then grabbed Zor-El by the hair and smashed his head hard against the closest wall before wrapping her fingers around his neck, and starting to throttle him.

"You don't get to touch me. No man but Har-Zod will ever touch me!"

She squeezed tighter around his throat, digging her finger nails to emphasize her point.

"I know you want to use Kara as a pawn in your little chess game but it won't work," Faora stated as she squeezed Zor-El's neck and pushed him back against the wall. "I know of your sick obsession with your brother's wife, how you court her. You didn't deserve Alura and you most certainly do not deserve Lara. The fact that Kara turned out to be a wonderful person is a credit to how amazing Alura is."

Zor-El struggled but he was out gunned by Faora's grip around his throat. She could squeeze the utter life out of him but that would be too easy and dare she say it, too clean.

"I wonder if you had anything to do with your wife's disappearance, to get her out of the way," Faora stated as she increased her grip on Zor-El's throat and squeezed even tighter. "Well, we'll find out before too long, won't we?

Faora retracted her hand and Zor-El slid against the wall, blood dripping from his mouth.

"You are an extremely pathetic and weak individual, it sickens me that Kara shares half of her DNA with you but at least her mother's half is the overriding factor," Faora continued as she glared at the man who treated her mentor figure like a second class citizen because he pined over a married woman. All Alura was to Zor-El was a means to have a child to continue his heritage but Kara was not going to be an extension of Zor-El's will. "Alura taught me many things, many things that you cannot fathom. And one of those things is about plants and the poisons that can extracted from them.

She reached forward and pulled out a vial, she dipped a cotton swab into it and swabbed it all over Zor-El's face which caused him to break out into sores.

"Those sores will break open in a matter of moments, coating your face with an acid that will eat your entire skin off the bone," Faora told him in a soft voice. "It is no less than what you deserve."

"You won't get away with this," Zor-El gasped but he found his arms and legs unable to move, he was paralyzed. As helpless as a drowned kitten and he could barely turn his head around, but what little movement he had allowed him to see the triumphant grin Faora had etched on her face.

"Those are brave words for a dead man. I already have," Faora stated as she walked away, not wanting any of the poison to get on her skin.

She heard Kara's ship launch and it was nearly time for her to do the same. She packed away the memory crystals of everything that her brother needed to know. Once he reached his first maturity at age eleven they would be able to share some lessons through a telepathic contact but the vast majority of the training would begin a few weeks before his fourteenth birthday.

Faora speculated that Jor-El likely may have sent treasures along with his son as well, it would be prudent to take a look at those when the opportunity presented itself.

The three year journey was a long one but the tremors got louder and longer, and Faora could not stay.

'See you soon Kara, have a safe journey,' Faora thought, and it was because of the connection the two girls shared that they almost heard each other. 'I'm coming my brother.'

Faora brought herself out of these recollections and sensed that her brother was near. She smiled and saw a glimpse of him through the window, although she could not get a proper look at him until she flew closer.

There was no car in the driveway so those poor excuses for relatives were out for the night but Faora was going to give them proper thanks for their hospitality towards Har-Zod. She smiled wickedly at the thought of what she would do to them. She almost felt sorry for them, as evolution had not treated them kindly.

It was time to visit her brother face to face in the flesh for the first time.

Harry sat his desk, wondering about his plans for the summer. Obviously the Quidditch cup was high on the list but he wondered if he would have time to pop into Gotham City for a visit. He counted down the days to where he would be able to leave the Dursleys for good. His second maturity would be coming upon his fourteenth birthday and he could start bonding with people, if his magic sought them out to be compatible.

He wondered if any of his life debts would end up getting their connections upgraded, one would have to wait and see for that.

There was a gust of wind as Harry heard something behind him. He had a stack of letters that he not completely answered but that could wait.

Harry turned around and saw her standing in the flesh. Her eyes locked onto him, traveling up and down his body, intense, with a strong gaze. She looked at him like he was a prime cut of meat and her gaze practically caused his body to heat up it was so intense.

Faora kept her gaze locked on Harry, he hit a bit of a growth spurt since they last met and it served him well.

It served him rather well.

"Har, we meet at last in the flesh," Faora stated to finally break the silence as she studied the vision before her and it was quite delicious.

Harry checked her out and the temperature in the room was about to get hot between the two of them. Two strong individuals, the pinnacle of their respective genders, stood eye to eye with each other gazing intensely at each other.