《New Earth: Supergirl》Chapter 1
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Kara remembered being at the dawn of time, leading the other paragons in helping Oliver reboot the universe before her vision went dark.
When she woke up, she found herself back in her loft in National City.
"What's going on? How did I get back here?" Kara asked, freaking out a bit as she tried to make sense of what was happening when suddenly, there was a knock on her door, startling Kara enough to accidentally shoot her heat vision into her kitchen before she shut it off and walked over to the door to find J'onn waiting for her.
"Hello Kara." J'onn said as Kara pulled him inside and hugged him.
"J'onn. Thank Rao you're here." Kara said, relieved.
"I'm glad to see that you also made it to this new earth as well." J'onn said.
"New Earth. Do you know what's going on here?" Kara asked.
"I was actually hoping that you would. I woke up in my apartment, same as you did. I came here immediately, since I thought if anyone could help me get to the bottom of whatever happened, since you and I seem to be the only ones aware of what's happened." J'onn said.
"That is not exactly true." A familiar voice said form behind them as they turned to see Mar Novu standing there.
"We thought you were dead." J'onn said.
"I've been getting that a lot. The universe was reborn and so was I." Novu said.
"It's your fault the universe had to be recreated in the first place. You're the one who was so caught up in your so-called grand ambition that you doomed the entire multiverse." Kara accused him angrily.
"You are right Ms. Zor-El. However, I am here to explain what has happened." Novu said.
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"What did happen?" J'onn asked.
"You and the other 6 paragons created this new world and as such, are the only ones who remember the old one. At least for now." Novu said.
"What do you 6? Counting both J'onn and I, there should only be 5." Kara said.
"Actually, it turns out that there was an 8th paragon that even I did not know of until now. The paragon of life." Novu said.
"But the only other person at the dawn of time who could've filled that role is Oliver." Kara said.
"Yes, when he ignited the spark to rebirth the universe, he also gave himself a new fate. One that ensured his survival. He lives once more." Novu said and Kara sighed in relief as she felt a bit of weight being lifted off her shoulders at hearing that.
"Wait, does that mean that Lex Luthor remembers everything as well?" J'onn asked and now Kara was panicking again.
"Yes, he does for he is the paragon of truth." Novu said, truly regretful of that.
"Ironic that that paragon of truth is one of the biggest liars in history." Kara said angrily.
"Is there anything else significant we need to know." J'onn asked.
"This earth is a result of fusing several worlds, including yours. Simply put, you now exist in the same world as your friends. This world also exists 8 years in the past, the year 2012 to be specific and now, to ensure that you do not arouse suspicion." Novu said as he waved his hand, giving both Kara and J'onn brief headaches.
"What was that?" Kara asked.
"I gave you both the memories of your counterparts from this world so that you can avoid arousing suspicion." Novu explained and Kara and J'onn both nodded.
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"And J'onn, your powers are the key to waking your friends up." Novu said as he disappeared.
"What does that mean?" Kara asked him.
"It means that I can use my psychic abilities to restore the memories of our compatriots." J'onn explained and Kara nodded.
"Once we do that, we need to wipe Lex's memories of everything as well so that way he doesn't have an advantage over Clark or know my name." Kara said and J'onn nodded his agreement at that.
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