Prologue
Mis-stan-stur pulled closer to Mo'ohtavetoo'o as they sat in front of the campfire. The night was dark and cold, but Mis-stan-stur wasn’t afraid. Not while she was with Mo'ohtavetoo'o. She had known him longer than either of them could remember. In time their friendship had developed into something more, but neither of them could’ve imagined where they’d end up, after they had left their tribe in 1486 and spent the past few months traveling. Neither could explain it, but they both felt that their future lied beyond the tribe. That it was time to start something new.
The journey hadn’t been easy, but they had always found comfort in the knowledge that they were with each other. The last few days, however, something had changed. Mis-stan-stur couldn’t let go off the feeling that someone was following them. Many times, she had turned her head and briefly caught the shadowy glimpse of a man, who wasn’t there a second later. Was she imagining things or was there someone there? If there was, was this being a friend or a threat? Nothing had happened to them, since she started seeing the figure, but if the shadowy figure was friendly, why did it try to hide from them?
Mis-stan-stur fell asleep in the arms of Mo'ohtavetoo'o. All throughout the night, she dreamed about the mysterious figure who seemed to be following them. In the morning, they set off and continued their journey. They didn’t know what direction to take, but they both knew that they’d know when they’d reached their destination. A place where they could create a new future for both themselves and their children – when they had them. As they were riding through some woods, Mis-stan-stur briefly looked up at a hill. There the shadowy figure was again, but once more vanished after a second. She reached out to touch the shoulder of her beloved but stopped herself. All the times that she’d seen the shadowy figure, Mo'ohtavetoo'o had missed it. By now she was certain that he was tired of her insisting that there was some being, who kept following them, that only she could see.
As they reached the end of the woods, Mo'ohtavetoo'o signaled to her to stop. Towards them walked an enormous bear, the biggest she had ever seen, which began to roar upon seeing them. It began running in their direction. Without hesitation Mo'ohtavetoo'o jumped off his horse, with his spear, and told her to run. Save herself, but she couldn’t leave him. Mo'ohtavetoo'o tried to strike the bear with his spear but failed. The bear struck him with one of its paws, knocking him several feet away. Mis-stan-stur was horrified, but she couldn’t let him die. She pulled out a bow and arrow, getting ready to shoot the beast, before it killed the love of her life. Despite the size of the bear, she missed. The bear got on top of Mo'ohtavetoo'o. There was nothing Mis-stan-stur could do, but look on in horror, knowing that the bear would probably go after her next. At least she wouldn’t have to live on without him.
Just as the bear was about to bite into Mo'ohtavetoo'o, Mis-stan-stur saw a bright light coming from him. The bear’s teeth could no longer break through his skin. Mo'ohtavetoo'o got back up, still with the bear on him, but it looked like an effortless feat on behalf of Mo'ohtavetoo'o. he threw the bear aside. In his hand, Mis-stan-stur could see a strange dagger, that she’d never seen before. The bear once more tried to attack him, but just as the bear was to strike him with its paw, Mo'ohtavetoo'o was gone. Just like the shadowy figure. The bear was confused, but soon turned its attention to Mis-stan-stur. It charged at her, but suddenly Mo'ohtavetoo'o was back and grabbed hold of the mighty beast. With his bare hands, Mo'ohtavetoo'o was able to pin the bear to the ground. Mis-stan-stur had never seen anything like it. Mo'ohtavetoo'o got ready to kill the bear with the dagger but changed his mind at the last second. Instead he picked up the bear and threw it away a great distance. He ran back to his horse and the both fled the woods, before the bear returned.
When they had reached a safe distance, she asked him about the dagger, but he couldn’t explain it. It had suddenly appeared in his hand and he had found a strength he never knew that he had. As they rode away, Mis-stan-stur looked back and saw the shadowy figure standing by the edge of the woods. Had the being given them the dagger to protect themselves? They continued riding until sunset and set up camp. Mo'ohtavetoo'o seemed to no longer possess the amazing strength he had displayed, when he fought the bear. Not until he once again held the dagger in his hand. He turned to her and gave it to her, instructing her to try it. She hesitated but took it in her hand. Suddenly she began feeling a strange sensation in her eyes and turned her head towards where they’d begun to set up for the campfire. Mo'ohtavetoo'o was shocked when he saw fire shooting from her eyes and setting the campfire ablaze. She dropped the dagger and he picked it up again. Then they heard something. Looking beyond the campfire, they both saw the figure of a man.
Mo'ohtavetoo'o raised the dagger, in case the mysterious man was a threat, but Mis-stan-stur placed her hand on his, getting him to lower the dagger. Looking into her eyes Mo'ohtavetoo'o could tell that she’d already figured out that the man was a friend. The mysterious man came closer and sat down by the campfire. Mo'ohtavetoo'o and Mis-stan-stur were perplexed by the man’s appearance. Nothing like any man they’d ever seen. The color of his hair and skin was different from theirs.
“Are you the one, who’ve been following us?” Mis-stan-stur asked.
“Yes.” The man replied, who could speak their language, despite his appearance.
“And the dagger?”
“A gift. A kind of test.”
“A test of what?” Mo'ohtavetoo'o asked.
“Of character. I need to know if you were the right people.” The man answered.
“The right people for what?” Mis-stan-stur asked.
“To protect something. Now, concerning the dagger…”
“What about the dagger?” Mo'ohtavetoo'o asked with distrust. “It’s given the both of us amazing powers. You want us to give it to you? How do we know you won’t use it against the innocent?”
“Mo'ohtavetoo'o…” Mis-stan-stur protested.
The man smiled at the allegations of Mo'ohtavetoo'o. The man got up on his feet and pointed at a nearby tree. The same fire he had seen come from Mis-stan-stur’s eyes, came from the man’s eyes and set the tree ablaze. The man then inhaled and exhaled, causing a massive wind, that put out the fire on the tree. Then the man vanished before their very eyes and were suddenly behind them.
“Your concern is admirable. That is why I’ve chosen you.” The man said and got back down by the fire. “I am not from here.” The man added and pointed to the sky. “I come from there. Another world… another time.”
“Why did you come here?” Mo'ohtavetoo'o asked.
“To protect mankind.” The man answered.
“What is your name?” Mis-stan-stur asked.
“Jor-El.” The man replied.
Mis-stan-stur pulled closer to Mo'ohtavetoo'o as they sat in front of the campfire. The night was dark and cold, but Mis-stan-stur wasn’t afraid. Not while she was with Mo'ohtavetoo'o. She had known him longer than either of them could remember. In time their friendship had developed into something more, but neither of them could’ve imagined where they’d end up, after they had left their tribe in 1486 and spent the past few months traveling. Neither could explain it, but they both felt that their future lied beyond the tribe. That it was time to start something new.
The journey hadn’t been easy, but they had always found comfort in the knowledge that they were with each other. The last few days, however, something had changed. Mis-stan-stur couldn’t let go off the feeling that someone was following them. Many times, she had turned her head and briefly caught the shadowy glimpse of a man, who wasn’t there a second later. Was she imagining things or was there someone there? If there was, was this being a friend or a threat? Nothing had happened to them, since she started seeing the figure, but if the shadowy figure was friendly, why did it try to hide from them?
Mis-stan-stur fell asleep in the arms of Mo'ohtavetoo'o. All throughout the night, she dreamed about the mysterious figure who seemed to be following them. In the morning, they set off and continued their journey. They didn’t know what direction to take, but they both knew that they’d know when they’d reached their destination. A place where they could create a new future for both themselves and their children – when they had them. As they were riding through some woods, Mis-stan-stur briefly looked up at a hill. There the shadowy figure was again, but once more vanished after a second. She reached out to touch the shoulder of her beloved but stopped herself. All the times that she’d seen the shadowy figure, Mo'ohtavetoo'o had missed it. By now she was certain that he was tired of her insisting that there was some being, who kept following them, that only she could see.
As they reached the end of the woods, Mo'ohtavetoo'o signaled to her to stop. Towards them walked an enormous bear, the biggest she had ever seen, which began to roar upon seeing them. It began running in their direction. Without hesitation Mo'ohtavetoo'o jumped off his horse, with his spear, and told her to run. Save herself, but she couldn’t leave him. Mo'ohtavetoo'o tried to strike the bear with his spear but failed. The bear struck him with one of its paws, knocking him several feet away. Mis-stan-stur was horrified, but she couldn’t let him die. She pulled out a bow and arrow, getting ready to shoot the beast, before it killed the love of her life. Despite the size of the bear, she missed. The bear got on top of Mo'ohtavetoo'o. There was nothing Mis-stan-stur could do, but look on in horror, knowing that the bear would probably go after her next. At least she wouldn’t have to live on without him.
Just as the bear was about to bite into Mo'ohtavetoo'o, Mis-stan-stur saw a bright light coming from him. The bear’s teeth could no longer break through his skin. Mo'ohtavetoo'o got back up, still with the bear on him, but it looked like an effortless feat on behalf of Mo'ohtavetoo'o. he threw the bear aside. In his hand, Mis-stan-stur could see a strange dagger, that she’d never seen before. The bear once more tried to attack him, but just as the bear was to strike him with its paw, Mo'ohtavetoo'o was gone. Just like the shadowy figure. The bear was confused, but soon turned its attention to Mis-stan-stur. It charged at her, but suddenly Mo'ohtavetoo'o was back and grabbed hold of the mighty beast. With his bare hands, Mo'ohtavetoo'o was able to pin the bear to the ground. Mis-stan-stur had never seen anything like it. Mo'ohtavetoo'o got ready to kill the bear with the dagger but changed his mind at the last second. Instead he picked up the bear and threw it away a great distance. He ran back to his horse and the both fled the woods, before the bear returned.
When they had reached a safe distance, she asked him about the dagger, but he couldn’t explain it. It had suddenly appeared in his hand and he had found a strength he never knew that he had. As they rode away, Mis-stan-stur looked back and saw the shadowy figure standing by the edge of the woods. Had the being given them the dagger to protect themselves? They continued riding until sunset and set up camp. Mo'ohtavetoo'o seemed to no longer possess the amazing strength he had displayed, when he fought the bear. Not until he once again held the dagger in his hand. He turned to her and gave it to her, instructing her to try it. She hesitated but took it in her hand. Suddenly she began feeling a strange sensation in her eyes and turned her head towards where they’d begun to set up for the campfire. Mo'ohtavetoo'o was shocked when he saw fire shooting from her eyes and setting the campfire ablaze. She dropped the dagger and he picked it up again. Then they heard something. Looking beyond the campfire, they both saw the figure of a man.
Mo'ohtavetoo'o raised the dagger, in case the mysterious man was a threat, but Mis-stan-stur placed her hand on his, getting him to lower the dagger. Looking into her eyes Mo'ohtavetoo'o could tell that she’d already figured out that the man was a friend. The mysterious man came closer and sat down by the campfire. Mo'ohtavetoo'o and Mis-stan-stur were perplexed by the man’s appearance. Nothing like any man they’d ever seen. The color of his hair and skin was different from theirs.
“Are you the one, who’ve been following us?” Mis-stan-stur asked.
“Yes.” The man replied, who could speak their language, despite his appearance.
“And the dagger?”
“A gift. A kind of test.”
“A test of what?” Mo'ohtavetoo'o asked.
“Of character. I need to know if you were the right people.” The man answered.
“The right people for what?” Mis-stan-stur asked.
“To protect something. Now, concerning the dagger…”
“What about the dagger?” Mo'ohtavetoo'o asked with distrust. “It’s given the both of us amazing powers. You want us to give it to you? How do we know you won’t use it against the innocent?”
“Mo'ohtavetoo'o…” Mis-stan-stur protested.
The man smiled at the allegations of Mo'ohtavetoo'o. The man got up on his feet and pointed at a nearby tree. The same fire he had seen come from Mis-stan-stur’s eyes, came from the man’s eyes and set the tree ablaze. The man then inhaled and exhaled, causing a massive wind, that put out the fire on the tree. Then the man vanished before their very eyes and were suddenly behind them.
“Your concern is admirable. That is why I’ve chosen you.” The man said and got back down by the fire. “I am not from here.” The man added and pointed to the sky. “I come from there. Another world… another time.”
“Why did you come here?” Mo'ohtavetoo'o asked.
“To protect mankind.” The man answered.
“What is your name?” Mis-stan-stur asked.
“Jor-El.” The man replied.
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