To Life Being Full (Book Three of The Unmatched Records)

Supergirl ~ Dark Side of the Moon ~ Part Two

I'd forgotten what a rush it was to write multiple chapters one after another. It's a wonderful feeling and kind of addicting. Which is bad, because there's no way I'll be able to get something out tomorrow, I know that already.

Well, enjoy what you've got! Kara catches up with her mother, Alex and Slade investigate, and Mon-El is still a hero, even on Krypton.

***

Mother and daughter were still crying when Alura took a deep, rather shaky breath to try and calm and stepped back, still holding onto Kara's hands. "How," the blonde stammered, swallowing hard. "How are you alive?"

"Your father created a shield to protect Argo when Krypton exploded," Alura explained, smiling through her tears. "We would never have sent you away if we had known it'd work! I thought you were dead!" Kara sniffed, blinking back tears; she could see out of the corner of her eye that Mon-El had shuffled back a few more steps, gaze averted to give them what privacy he could. "I don't understand," Alura went on, shaking her head. "I saw your pod get knocked into the Phantom Zone!"

Kara nodded in confirmation. "I was stuck there for years, but somehow, my pod got loose, and I fell to Earth with Kal-El."

"Kal made it?" Alura's eyes lit up at the thought of another family member surviving. "He's – he's alive?"

"He got there first," Kara confirmed, smiling widely. "If I had known – " Her throat got clogged, and she swallowed so she could keep speaking. "If I knew Argo was here, if I knew you were alive, I never would have stopped searching for you!"

Alura smiled at her words, then she finally noticed someone else was with Kara. She blinked, then tilted her head. "I recognize you," she said. "The Prince of Daxam."

Mon-El cleared his throat, stepping forward when he was addressed. "There is no more Daxam," he said. "I'm just Mon-El now, ma'am."

"There's no more Krypton, either," Alura said. "Only Argo, and you are welcome here."

Mon-El smiled, bowing in acknowledgment. "Thank you."

Alura looked back at Kara, still shaking her head in disbelief. "If you didn't know I was alive, and you weren't searching for me, what brought you here?"

Kara took a deep breath. "Earth," she answered. "Earth is in trouble. When Krypton exploded, the followers of Yuda Kal sent three pods after me, each with a Worldkiller."

"A Worldkiller?" Alura's eyes widened in horror.

"I stopped two of them, but one remains," Kara nodded. "Reign, and she's terrorizing Earth. She's hurting people I love, murdering indiscriminately. And we think we found something that could stop her, and we followed its radiation signature here."

Alura looked at the building, and she nodded in recognition. "Harun-El. The Black Rock of Yuda Kal."

Kara brightened. "You know what it is?"

***

"After the fallout, ashes and destruction poisoned the air," Alura explained as she led Kara and Mon-El down into the building. "We had nothing to protect us as we hurtled through space. The young and the old were the first to become sick. They struggled in our new atmosphere, their lungs more vulnerable, more weak, but after the fallout passed, the shield kept our atmosphere more hospitable." She stopped in front of a twisting mass of black rock. "It is what your father gave his life for," she said quietly. "There was no more time. Argo was in constant darkness. We were running out of air. We were dying. Your father repurposed his unfinished research to create a livable environment. He believed that the Harun-El could act as a shield for the city, and he was right. His legacy keeps our air breathable and shields us from invaders. It keeps us hidden."