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More Fun #11
Zira of Zetruria
She is to be the experiment. She is to be the entire spectrum in one. Zira kneels before the other ring bearers of different colors and prepares to accept her fate. If this goes wrong, it will only end in her death, which she feels is something Zastia has already grieved. If this goes as the Oans have theorized, then Zira will become a bearer of all trades. She will be no more powerful than any one Lantern Corpsmen of any kind, but she will have the ability to understand and harness the different emotional powers the rings represent. Even Larfleeze, the Agent Orange and sole bearer of the avarice emotional ring has agreed to take part.
Zira kneels, ready for whatever happens next. Green, Yellow, Red, Orange, Indigo, Blue, and Violet all surround her.
Katma Tui’s green power ring begins to glow in the name of willpower.
Lyssa Drak’s yellow power ring begins to glow in the name of fear.
Laira Omoto’s red power ring begins to glow in the name of anger.
Larfleeze’s orange power ring begins to glow in the name of avarice.
Iroque’s indigo power ring begins to glow in the name of compassion.
Sister Sercy’s power ring begins to glow in the name of hope.
Yrra Cynril’s power ring begins to glow in the name of love.
White light and black light begins to emerge as the power grows, the intent all around being mutual. Zira is about to become a conduit for all Lanterns throughout the Universe.
A voice of one of the Oans calls out for the glow to reach Zira and it does, instantaneously. Zira cries out in pain as well as in relief.
Zira now finds herself wielding a different kind of power ring. She finds herself standing. She finds herself feeling alive and momentarily awed by what she possesses. Her ring is fluorescent. Zira is an emotional power of all kinds. She will now have to be the balance. Her responsibility has become far greater than that of a Queen.
The Wrath of Fang Gow
Jean Le Grand and Dale Daring were now in the trouble Jean was afraid would come their way. It was swift, it was sudden, and just as quickly as the elevator had opened, they were gone. There was no fighting off the sheer numbers.



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