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There is one thing you need to know. Someone is always watching. Before gods, there was the Monitor-Mind and this, the Helmet of Nabu, sometimes speaks in dry whispers of Novu, the Proto Monitor. when the Monitor Race died, things from outside came to occupy the vacuum they left behind. But the multiverse was not defenseless, and across time and space it set what can only be called antibodies, forces powerful enough to insulate the multiple Earths from the forces that would ravage them. 

On my Earth, they call me Doc Fate. I'm the leader of the Society of Superheroes, and my Earth's current  Champion of Nabu. My world staved off an invasion from a parallel Earth, lead by that world's Vandal Savage. We lost a lot ... came perilously close to two worlds' worth of genocide ... but ultimately we prevailed. Since then, the SOS has made it our business to observe the multiple Earths, guarding against more such existential threats. It was in the course of our observances that we discovered your world. That's when I learned of Anubis, and his efforts to dismantle your Earth's defenses. and your Earth has many ... more than most ... You have superhumans. You have a Champion of Nabu, although he has not been found, yet. You have a Champion of Shazam. You have Green Lanterns. You have Elementals, and a Superman. And you have Children of the Century. 

The last is the rarest across the multiverse, set to preserve something unknown and precious. My own Earth does not have them, although my counterpart on your world, Doc Brass, was one. In his '40s, he and others stopped an incursion from an alternate universe, much as my associates and I did here.  Moreover, the fight was against an alternate Justice League, with counterparts of Superman and Green Lantern leading the attack.  Brass was the only survivor of the fight, discovered trapped in a mountain lair by the Planetary Foundation, just before the turn of the century. 

Doc Brass was murdered by a man from a Fictional Universe, a stone-cold killer from a dimension created by human mad scientists, in order steal his research on indigenous planetary defense systems for the Injustice Society, the cat's paws of Anubis, reporting to a shadowy leader even I can't identify. Elijah Snow, the last remaining Child of the 20th century, then moved quickly to secure the children of the 21st, certain they were being targeted for murder or worse. He traveled with his companions Jakita Wagner and the Drummer to Kahndaq to locate one, Ghost of the Desert, but he also found Black Adam, the current Champion of Shazam and your Earth's original Flash, Jay Garrick.  These heroes were whisked away to another universe, where the Goddess Bastet warned them of Anubis' threat, and charged them to defend the world by  gathering and protecting the Children of the 21st Century, finding the new Dr. Fate and reforming the Justice Society. 

And so they split up. Elijah snow and Freddy Freeman traveled to Singapore to rescue Jenny Quantum, who was targeted by a possessed Great Ten. They were joined by Superman, The Martian Manhunter and Lex Luthor, and were victorious, despite not learning the name of who was controlling the Chinese heroes, and  learning that one of their number, Thundermind, had been abducted.

Jakita Wagner and Black Adam also succeeded in securing their target in California, The Gateway Between the Living and the Dead,  but at great cost, as Black Adam fell to the Injustice Society giving Wagner a chance to escape with their charge.  Lastly, Garrick and Ghost sought aid from Zachary Zatara and  John Constantine  to seek the missing Fate, but their efforts brought them into conflict with the murderous Fictional Man. It was during their fight that interdimensional interference interrupted my observance, and I have struggled to regain the connection. It is unclear if the SOS will be able to aid this Earth at all if necessary. It's defense may be left to its own champions. 

The last remaining Century Children appear to have been located in Mexico and Africa, and the heroes must race to them to protect them from the injustice Society. Likewise, the new Fate must be located. And then Bastet's final instruction echoes through my head: Reform the Justice Society ... But who comprise that team? Who will train the next generation of heroes?

An Age of Heroes is upon your Earth, and that is glorious ... but those only come when the dangers are greatest. And right now, the darkness is beginning to fall ....
  


 


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After the crashes, glass breaking, grunts and groans and posturing, the chatter of the coffee grinder seems to echo in Jakita's ears as she waits.

"One double shot 12 ounce americano and a 20 ounce half-caf white chocolate mocha with extra chocolate for... " The barista squints at the name. "Justina?" She restrains the eye roll and grabs the two drinks off the bar and heads to their seats. There's a table tucked back into the corner, and Jakita's pleased to see that Whitney's placed their chairs so that they both face the door, and away from windows.

Whitney's drink gets placed in front of her.

"The guy behind the bar had a heavy hand with that chocolate, so I'd stir that a bit."
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  It's a gorgeous Southern California day in Sunnyville: the sun is shining, music's blaring from cars and open windows, young people are dressed for the beach, seemingly if they're just going to school.

Whitney Winters has come to hate the sun. She sees it as just a big lie glitzing over the horror that lies beneath the world's surface. And she's seen horror.  Horror that's cost her friends, family, her very innocence, 

"Yeah, yeah," she says to herself. "Pity party, table for one." She shakes it off and shuffles to class. That annoying Valentina Cazador is playing in the hallways. "That girl is the devil," she thinks, now realizing that she's late, and doesn't even have her chemistry textbook. She sighs, and doubles back to her locker. 

No sooner has she pulled the book from the locker, though, then she realizes that the hallways has been blocked by a wall of ice. 

"Miss Winters," says a pale white man with a sort of Jack Frost motif costume, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm afraid I need you to come with us."

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Jakita sits at one of the desks, feet kicked up on the nearest corner, as she flips through an outdated copy of LA Travel.

"Spacation? What the hell does that even mean, Phoebe?" There's a jangle as keys get tossed across the room, and she catches the ring in one hand. The question is directed to the young blond woman who is wending her way towards the pair; she shrugs.

"Can't tell ya, Ms. Wagner, y'all don't give us a whole lot of vacation time to try stuff like that out. Maybe bring that up to the old man next time you see him?" The smile on her face softens the harsh words, and Jakita can't help but grin back at her.

Phoebe holds out a neatly-labeled folder. "This has everything you need - insurance papers, some traveling cash, and an address for the lady you're there to talk to. I apologize in advance for the traffic y'all are going to hit, so please try not to blow anything up, because it'll just make it worse."
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And then, the world turns, and they are somewhere else. Someplace impossibly old. It's a dizzying spin, even for the mightiest among them, but in an instant, Elijah Snow, Jakita Wagner, Abdullah El-Amin, Black Adam, Freddy Freeman and Jay Garrick find themselves in the market of an ancient city, its towers reaching high toward the sky, it's buildings opulent and clean ... but empty.

At first, there appears to be no life in the city at all. But then, a cat appears, perched in a window. It is black and sleek, and it regards the visitors curiously, but makes no move to either run nor greet them.

Elijah takes a moment to take stock of the situation. The timely intervention of Shazam (note to self: Not the one he thought it was at first) seems to have quelled the fight between Jakita and Adam. Jakita looks a little banged up, but none the worse for wear. And then there's Abdullah ...

"Mr. Garrick," says Elijah. "It's an honor to meet you in person. I've followed your exploits since the '40s. In fact, I was in Keystone in '43, tracking down the Shade, and saw you two go at it. Quite inspiring."

He had actually interviewed the Shade, afterward, for that year's Planetary Guide. Both encounters caused him to believe that the number of superhumans would only escalate in the years to come. Still ... He shakes off the nostalgia, and turns to Adam.

"Lord Adam," says Elijah, cordially. "I apologize that this whole situation has gotten out of hand. We meant no offense. We were simply trying to make contact with this young man here."

He nods toward Abdullah, who is still wound tense, but seemingly not preparing to attack immediately. 

"
Abdullah El-Amin," he says, not making any sudden movement toward the boy. "My name is Elijah Snow. I've been looking for you for a long time now. We have some things in common."

Abdullah regards the man, but it's difficult to read his reactions beneath the mask.

"They call me the Ghost of the Desert, now" he says, levelly. Elijah chuckles, and nods.

"Heh. They call me the Ghost of the Twentieth Century,"  he says. "Maybe they're running out of cute nicknames."

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 It's been a long time since I've been to Dubai. I was here in the '30s, while the British were chasing pirates. I was searching for other treasures entirely ... chasing rumors of a lost city, of mighty heroes that defended Kahndaq and Egypt in antiquity. Investigating names like "Shazam" and "Nabu." I never learned as much as I wanted, but I've heard the names resound since. 

I look out at the skyline while the local bureau chief, Shirazeh Nasser, explains to us some of what's been happening in parts of Syria and Iraq, the stories of a ghost who hunts and kills terrorists. Drums is unconvinced ... doesn't see how some anti-terror vigilante is our sort of mystery. I listen to them talk, but I'm captivated by the skyline, the way it stretches out into the desert, the way it reaches far into the sky. It's hard to imagine this was the same place I saw all those decades ago. It's almost unrecognizable.  

Shirazeh is a veteran bureau chief, and she doesn't flinch at having the field team in the office ... I hired her myself, after all, almost a decade ago. She's had a series of keywords to look for, a series of mysteries I've wanted to dig into for decades, but had to put on hold.

"You told me you wanted to look out for ghost stories, Mr. Snow," she says, and there's something almost mischievous in her voice, a sense that she knows I'm going to be interested in what she has to say. "You told me to look out for ghost stories, lost cities and teenagers with inexplicable abilities. You told me when I began to see those elements emerge, that I should hit the alarm. Well, they have, and now you are here."

 

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