She had fought valiantly, but the force she and her fellow Zetrurians were against were too much.  She had no time to deal with the trauma, only the orders from her Queen, presumably the only other survivor.  Her winged space vehicle carries Zastia through space at speeds not considered possible or even rational for Earthlings, following a slight trail left behind by the path of a violet ring.  She begins to pass through a solar system where the ring’s path had converged with that of a green one.

Zastia is fast approaching.

Little Linda Flint

Little Linda does not pay much attention to the news.  She is a child of imagination.  In the New York town of Hillsdale, her eyes gleam with wonder when hearing about Superwoman, Supergirl, or Powergirl being spotted flying over Metropolis.  She would find in hearing stories about Wonder Woman or Mary Marvel stopping bad guys.  She found fascination in hearing urban legends about a scarlet speedster in Keystone City, or the green and purple clad women protecting a city in California.

She fancies herself one day becoming a heroine for the rolling hills of Hillsdale and maybe even New York city, just South of home.  For now, however she is simply Linda Flint, the adopted young daughter of Hillsdale’s mayor, Silas Flint.

Little Linda looks up in the sky, to see if one day she can spot one of the superheroes with her own eyes.

Rose Spiritus

Something has targeted Rose’s spirit and focus in her Brooklyn apartment.  She can sense the magic forming within her.  What she has been working on, focusing on for so long is now beginning to come to fruition.  A small red and black orb spins about on the floor as she closes her eyes while seated on the living room floor, trying to reach out to whatever it is that is calling for her.

“…Rose.”

Rose’s closed eyes pierce, hearing the voice.  It is mysterious.  It is female.

Rose “Who are you…?”

“Gather them.  Gather your protectors.”

Rose “What protectors?  From what evil?  Who is summoning me and why?”

“…Rose.  You still have time.  You-”

Rose’s eyes spark open, the force of whatever had been inside her suddenly disappearing and knocking her back onto the floor.  Rose Spiritus has more questions than answers.