Long ago, before the humans were conceived to inhabit the surface of the planet Earth, a solitary sapling of unknown origin and species was sent crashing to the Earth from a place unknown, rocking the planet to its core. As soon as the seedling was situated upon the Earth, it instigated to mature immeasurably to a colossal tree, stretching as far as the sky itself…
The surface of the moon appeared as brilliant as always, showering the earth with a silvery radiance, but on this particularly warm and unusually peaceful day, the moon was glowing even more dazzlingly. It was as if the celestial body was almost quivering with barely concealed excitement and anticipation, anticipation of what? No one knew. This kind of spectacle had been reported to transpire every two centuries in the history of the world, making it a must-see for everyone.
All the inhabitants of the earth were no doubt transfixed on the glowing surface of the moon.
The floating station of the earth's Mightiest Heroes was hovering peacefully around the planet. Superman and Batman were standing near the edge of the tower and gazing at the wonderful and peaceful glow of the moon through the glass windows. It wasn't always like this, with their lives and crime-fighting duties, it was practically impossible to see such sights.
"It's quite peaceful tonight." Batman voiced softly, a complete opposite of his grumpy and serious voice as he gazed at the glowing moon.
"It sure is." Superman nodded with a small smile. "I hope some idiotic villain doesn't take this as an opportunity to launch an attack and ruin the moment"
"That would be quite annoying indeed." the caped Dark Knight agreed. "Clark, I was hoping to have a word with you regarding the 'Sidekicks'."
Clark chuckled when he heard the oddly funny name, Sidekick considering one could easily mistake for a form of kick "Yeah, what about them?"
"They are getting quite impatient, I was thinking of forming a team consisting of them with one of us as their superior." Bruce stated with a grimace, recalling the last time Robin had ranted to him about not keeping his promise. "The missions will be given by whoever is designated to be in charge of them, making it essentially our duty to give them missions suitable to their talents … missions where they cannot be harmed."
"You've really thought this through, haven't you?" Clark asked with a knowing smile.
"Hard not to when an impatient teenager is screaming in your ears 24/7." Batman grumbled.
Clark chuckled good-naturedly, Bruce joined in after a few seconds, not able to keep his amusement hidden from the Man of Steel.
"I think it would be a great idea, we are not getting any younger, one day we'll have to relinquish our duties to them. With the establishment of this team, they will gradually grow accustomed to the duty of fighting crime." Clark agreed. "They would require a base of operation, I think our former headquarters, Mount Justice would suffice."
"I agree."
"What would be the name of the team? Sidekick Justice or Something?" Superman asks with a grin.
"No need to be funny Clark, this is serious." Batman retorted with a scowl.
"Lighten up a little Bruce."
"I'm always 'lightened up'." Bruce commented sarcastically, causing Superman to give him a strange look.
"That was a very weird comeback from someone like you." the Dark Knight glared daggers at the grinning Superman.
"In any case, I think Young Justice would be an appropriate name, considering they are teenagers." Overhearing a snort from his side, he spun around with a glare and saw Clark whistling innocently. "You have a problem with the name, Clark?"
"Nope"
"Good, Young justice it is then"
"Who will supervise them?" Clark asked with a cough, getting over the funny name.
"We'll discuss that in the upcoming meeting, which also reminds me we should get moving lest we arrive late. I don't know about you, but I don't want my reputation to take a hit by being late to a meeting." Batman started for the gate and looked over his shoulder at the prone figure of Superman gazing at the moon intently. "Something the matter, Clark?"
"No, just wondering why the moon is shaking." Bruce gave him a strange look, prompting Clark to explain. "You can't see it because you don't have enhanced eyesight. But it just may be my imagination."
"Let's go before I summon a Doctor to examine your head." Batman stated bluntly and walked out from the room followed by a frowning Superman.
What was that distortion I was seeing?
The Man of Steel gave the glowing moon one last look and walked out of the room, deep in thought…
A solitary figure was striding through a dimly lit intricate corridor, adorned with dazzling stones and crystals of distinctive shades deep inside the moon. The figure was a commandingly giant and muscular brown haired male garbed in a golden and crimson armor. The armor was consisting of two golden shoulder pads, a gleaming crimson chest piece covering his torso, golden wristbands wrapped around his hands up to his elbows leaving his muscular arms bare and a set of black boots covering his feet. Under the armor, a black coat with black pants could be seen.
The giant male did not pay any attention to his shuddering surroundings, dutifully concentrating on a glowing massive gate at the end of the corridor. The door was crimson in color with a colossal tree design engraved on it. The figure quickened his pace when the door glowed even brightly, lighting the whole corridor in a blinding red.
The tall figure reached the gate just as the light reduced considerably and vanished slowly.
Without knocking on the door, the brown haired man calmly pushed the massive door away and entered cautiously. The inside of the room was pretty simple than the outside considering it was located in another dimension. The room itself was filled with every kind of dark color stretching as far as the eyes could see, with a large circular black bed floating in the middle.
Reaching the center of the room, the figure kneeled as the bed slowly floated down and touched the distorted floor with a soft thud.
"Sire, it's time for you to awaken." the tall man stated firmly and maintained his kneeling posture with one hand on his chest and the other on the ground in servitude. A soft groan was heard followed by the sound of movements of the bed sheets as the stoic figure tensed in anticipation, the ground underneath trembling even harder as it waited for the Master to wake up.
A large humanoid hand followed by two similar feet, peeked out of the black covers as the aforementioned Master slowly peeled the sheets off his body and sat up. Sliding towards the edge of the bed, the man's feet touched the ground as he stood up to an intimidating height. As soon as his feet came into contact with the surface, the trembling and shuddering of the moon ceased all together as if finally in peace.
"Has it been 2 centuries already, Oken?" the deep resounding voice of the tall man snapped the kneeling figure known as Oken out of his dazed state as he looked at his Master.
The man, seemingly in his mid-twenties, was very tall, standing at an abnormal 8ft, 3inch height with a magnificently muscular body, stone-like bulging biceps, and broad muscular torso. Silky blood red hair let loose over his back reaching up to the back of his knees with thin bangs draped over the two sides of his ethereal face. Twin diamond-like narrow blue eyes filled with concealed amusement and mirth gazed at the kneeling servant.
He was dressed in a black sleeping robe with the buttons on the chest undone, revealing his chiseled nude torso. The most attention grabbing feature about the giant man was the two black horns adorned atop his head like a majestic crown.
Oken shivered from the sheer potency of his presence alone. No matter how many millennia he had spent serving his Master; he still found it hard to even breathe in his presence. The tall stature and the physical perfection of his body along with his piercing blue eyes and majestic black horns demanded nothing but absolute servitude. What made him even more obedient to his Master was his kindness and his generous heart.
The power he possessed in his pinky could wipe out an entire planet in the blink of an eye, yet his heart was filled with nothing but kindness. All this time he had spent with him, never once had he demanded anything from any of his guards or anyone else.
"Yes Milord." the now identified Oken responded obediently.
"No need to be so formal Oken, you can simply call me Haru," the tall redhead chuckled softly.
"My apologies, Sire, but I simply cannot address you short of what you truly deserve." Oken stated loyally. Haru shook his head, realizing it was futile to change his mind. The man was stubborn that way, even more so than his eldest son.
"Well, seeing as I can't change your mind, I believe I should probably take a shower before we get to the matters of the world." the Master of the Palace stated calmly and moved towards the left side of the infinite room, the wall distorting away to reveal a spacious bathing chamber.
"As you wish, Sire. I'll depart and notify the chefs to prepare a feast for you." Oken gave one last bow and left the chamber.