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Jul 25, 2007 17:54

Throughout the battles for time itself, there was an almost palpable presence hovering near Kendra, at least at the times of greatest danger, almost like a guardian angel. But never quite visible or audible, simply there. But at least the dream had not returned...

At least until she did.

The night after the JSA's most recent run in with Degaton, Kendra is again visited by memories not her own. Of a romantic evening under stars she's not sure she's ever seen, overlooking a vast empire... her own, sharing a kiss with the one she shares it with. Not Carter, most certainly Khufu. And yet, so much the same.

Only when, in the dream, she turns away, returning to the rich interior of their palatial home is the pleasant current of the dream jarred - by the presence of a sarcophagus, laid out on their formerly heavily food-laden table, with the necromantic undertakers working away around the open lid.

Unable to tear herself away, she advances to look inside, to meet the familiar cowled head, and even more familiar eyes, even as the funerary proceedings continue.

Its only as she's awakening from the dream that she hears the whisper.

"My Queen, I'm here."

carter's angels, hawkgirl, stormcrow, hawkman carter hall, roxy ballentine

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