Silver Surfer - Requiem
August 30th 2007, just read and re-read Silver Surfer: Requiem #4. :(
It's a beautiful comic and the end, while being sad, isn't less beautiful. It's well written (if you ask me), the art is awesome, adequate. So Norrin Radd returns to Zenn-La and his love, Shalla-Bal. He's dieing, people are paying their respects, and then Galactus appears.
Shalla-Bal: "Norrin... what are you--"
Norrin: "I must go to him."
Shalla-Bal: "No!"
Norrin: "I saved Zenn-La by pledging my life to Galactus. With my life about to end, he may have decided to finish thatw hich he began, If I can turn his wrath from our world to me, then perhaps we can yet--"
Shalla-Bal: "Norrin, please, don't do this, I--"
Zenn-Lavian: "My Lady."
Zenn-Lavian: "We have received a message from the ship. It was broadcast on every frequency known to our science, to insure we did not miss it. Galactus says--
Zenn-Lavian: "--Norrin Radd... come forth."
And he did.
So it was that Norrin Radd, who had know the infinite space, and ridden the cosmic currents across all of time and space was carried on the backs of his people, no longer able even to walk."
In the years Norrin Radd had served Galactus as the Silver Surfer, he had seen his Master enraged, quiet, sad, even occasionally at peace.
But now, in the face that had watched whole worlds destroyed without a flicker of emotion, for the first time he saw grief.
And then a thought entered his mind from without, as familiar and intimate as a whisper.
"I do not know that I can save you. But I can try."
I must admit, I could not read it without thinking slash. The whole master/herold thing is bad enough, but this was more than my mind of a slasher could ignore.
Rest in peace, Norrin Radd.
It's a beautiful comic and the end, while being sad, isn't less beautiful. It's well written (if you ask me), the art is awesome, adequate. So Norrin Radd returns to Zenn-La and his love, Shalla-Bal. He's dieing, people are paying their respects, and then Galactus appears.
Shalla-Bal: "Norrin... what are you--"
Norrin: "I must go to him."
Shalla-Bal: "No!"
Norrin: "I saved Zenn-La by pledging my life to Galactus. With my life about to end, he may have decided to finish thatw hich he began, If I can turn his wrath from our world to me, then perhaps we can yet--"
Shalla-Bal: "Norrin, please, don't do this, I--"
Zenn-Lavian: "My Lady."
Zenn-Lavian: "We have received a message from the ship. It was broadcast on every frequency known to our science, to insure we did not miss it. Galactus says--
Zenn-Lavian: "--Norrin Radd... come forth."
And he did.
So it was that Norrin Radd, who had know the infinite space, and ridden the cosmic currents across all of time and space was carried on the backs of his people, no longer able even to walk."
In the years Norrin Radd had served Galactus as the Silver Surfer, he had seen his Master enraged, quiet, sad, even occasionally at peace.
But now, in the face that had watched whole worlds destroyed without a flicker of emotion, for the first time he saw grief.
And then a thought entered his mind from without, as familiar and intimate as a whisper.
"I do not know that I can save you. But I can try."
I must admit, I could not read it without thinking slash. The whole master/herold thing is bad enough, but this was more than my mind of a slasher could ignore.
Rest in peace, Norrin Radd.