#twentyyearsingotham

—          THE WITCHES ROAD’S had been different today.  maybe she’d taken a wrong turn, a wrong route, whatever it is she’s not entirely sure where she is.  best she leave the road’s now, just see where in the world she is and then go from there.  a wave of her hand like a blade, cutting a door open and stepping through without a moment’s glance to make sure there was actually floor there.  instead, she finds herself falling through the air, the ground quickly growing closer.  a gasp catching in her throat and her hands whip out, red magic glowing bright, shielding her.  there’s a concave in the road where she hits ground like a little red meteor.  above her in the sky, the red glittering maw of the roads, like a wormhole in the dark sky.  then, in a blink, it’s swirls and closes up, as if never there at all. 

Diana nodded. She understood. Ever since their encounter with Darkseid and his armies, all Bruce could think of was the impending invasion. It was always in the back of heir’s as well, but the world continued, in spite of the impending threat. 

“it’s a man in a suit.”

        “I know it’s this way.”

                  Earth studies had been a subject Clarke EXCELLED at, as she had with all her studies. She had dreamed of stepping onto the earth, smelling flowers and feeling the breeze against her skin. When she had been sent to earth to save her people Clarke had become one of their LEADERS, brave and strong, and willing to risk herself to protect them.

                  That was why she had now found herself in woods that didn’t look quite RIGHT. She refused to admit that she was lost, and she could certainly find her way back to camp. She just had to find the path back, find where she had come from. Tracks. She just had to find her tracks, and get back.

                  Her people knew the woods weren’t SAFE. Anything could be out here.