“Sooo…you don’t feel super anymore?” Elaine added helpfully. She had to give a short laughter. “Well, do you know how gods are born? The ones who aren’t guardians assigned like you,” she began with her stare as blank as the paper she was holding. “Gods are the manifestations of our dreams. Dreams shared by many, they become reality; they are a form from our wills,” she continued. “When they are stopped being worshiped and are forgotten, they die and return to the dreams. Like we are manifestations of the will of a Creator…” And she wondered how long would her grandparent’s dreams last? “Don’t feel less about not being a god, Kara. Being a superhero is has more perks than being a deity.”
She smiled again. “Mm, you’ll find out soon,” she finished, delivering the scrap with her name on her hands. “When you want to come to Neo Krypton, use this.”