“Well, of course you can handle this,” Elaine said with a quick grin, “You are Supergirl.” And now she would not protest how popular her cousin could be. He wasn’t a Godfather. “You can tell your loved ones about this, really. I trust you to handle your own secrets,” she added.
Elaine let go of Kara’s hand slowly and grew larger as the space that limited that small pocket universe. Her figure towered the sun with unfolded wings and her hands held the ball of white fire between her digits. “When I leave, I would place this world in my Creation, but I would give you a letter with my name to open to it. Please, don’t lose it and don’t let it come onto the wrong hands.”