Stay ◇Karamel◇

17. it all fell down

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// Kara Danvers \\

I woke with a start, my eyes shooting open. Pain crept through my head, as I blinked. I must've passed out after Mon-El left.

I was still against the brick, my arms covering my head. My dizziness returned, and the dots danced across my eyes. I didn't have the energy to move. I remained curled up on the ground, holding my head. The red sun was setting. I remembered how the sunset would look on Krypton. The colors were always different.

The comet.

I gasped softly, remembering the event. He thought of me even when I wasn't there. I carefully moved my palms to the ground, pushing up. This could be my opportunity to get Mon-El back-- to remind him of his home.

I tried sitting up, grunting. I was still weak. Whatever had happened to my head wasn't good. From my field experience with Alex, I most likely had a concussion. I grasped the wall, keeping my balance. My head was pounding, throbbing. I slowly walked towards the door, and pushed against it. I walked inside the palace. My knees shook from under me. I growled angrily, hating the situation.

I am the girl of steel. I don't bend, I don't break, and I don't stand down for anyone. Yet I'm taken back by my boyfriend's mind and a concussion.

I crawled along the walls of the empty hall, following the sound of voices. There was a bright light around the corner. The halls were a yellowish color, that went along well with the red sun. The lights were dimmed low, making the room dark. As I entered the brighter room, I realized that I must've entered the party.

People were dancing, wearing expensive gowns and suits. Alcohol was searched within every foot, everyone greedily gulping it down in one sip. I frowned.

"Excuse me?" A man says from behind me. "Miss? May I see your invitation?"

"I, uh--" I stuttered. "I lost it in the mail." The man looked at me, glancing at my clothes.

"Mail?" He scoffed. "Where is your ball attire? Are you aware the prince is here?"

I scoffed, brushing my hair out of my face. Another wave of indigo hit me. I stumbled.

"Uh, yes," I chuckle nervously. "But I just need to talk to someone. Is Mon-El here?"

"Do not call the prince--" He began to yell.

"Philippe!" Mon-El interrupted him. He ran up the steps, his arm extended. "What is the issue here?"

"This girl claimed to have lost her invitation in something called the mail," Philippe stated. "She's not dressed in proper attire, and I remember the queen warning me of some Krypton scum--"