chapter 1

Chapter 1: Two Falling Stars

The night sky above Kansas was peaceful, a deep canvas of endless blue speckled with stars. For the residents of Smallville, it was just another evening—until the sky began to burn.

A fireball streaked through the atmosphere, followed by another, each tearing across the heavens like the wrath of some unseen force. The first ship was small, metallic, and sleek, cutting through the air with precision. The second, larger and more imposing, carried a strange insignia—one that no Earthly eye had ever seen before.

Both ships plummeted toward the same destination: a quiet little town, unaware of the storm about to reshape its destiny.

The Kent FarmJonathan Kent wiped sweat from his brow, leaning against the old red truck as Martha laughed beside him, a warmth in her eyes as they watched the local fair in the distance. The Harvest Festival had always been a favorite of theirs—until the sky turned to fire.

Jonathan barely had time to react before a shockwave rattled the ground beneath them. He turned just in time to see something crash into the field beyond their property, sending dirt and debris flying.

"What in the world—?!" Martha gasped, gripping his arm.

Jonathan didn't hesitate. He sprinted toward the crash site, his heart pounding. As he neared the impact zone, his breath caught in his throat.

In the center of a smoldering crater lay a metallic pod, steam hissing from its hull. The design was unlike anything he had ever seen, smooth and seamless, as if crafted by hands beyond human comprehension.

Then it opened.

Inside, wrapped in a red cloth, was a baby.

Martha arrived a moment later, gasping softly. "Oh, Jonathan…"

The child looked up at them with curious eyes, utterly unafraid. He reached out, tiny fingers curling in the air as if reaching for something unseen.

Jonathan hesitated. "Martha, this—this ain't normal."

Before she could respond, another explosion rocked the air. They turned just in time to see a second ship crashing down, not far from the first. Unlike the small, delicate design of the first pod, this one was larger, heavier. The impact sent a deeper shockwave across the farm, flattening crops and sending dirt flying.

Jonathan shielded Martha as debris settled. When the dust cleared, another crater stood before them, this one even deeper than the first.

And within it… another child.

This baby was different. He had a head of thick, dark hair and a strong build for an infant. His pod was cracked open, almost as if the ship itself had broken apart upon entry. The child stirred, blinking his wide eyes before settling his gaze on the two strangers standing above him.

For a moment, he simply stared. Then, unexpectedly, he grinned.

Martha stepped forward, hands trembling. "Jonathan… there are two of them."

Jonathan exhaled slowly, his mind racing. Two children. Two ships. Two impossibilities lying at their feet. He looked down at both infants—one wrapped in red, the other bare-chested, completely unbothered by the cold night air.

He glanced at Martha, who was already cradling the second baby in her arms. She smiled at him, her decision clear.

"They need us."

Jonathan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Martha… we don't know what they are."

"We know what they need," she corrected gently. "A home."

Jonathan looked back at the two children, then at the wreckage around them. There would be questions. There would be challenges. But as he watched both babies, so different yet so alike, he knew there was only one choice to make.

"Alright," he murmured. "Let's get them inside."

As they carried the children back toward the farmhouse, the stars above twinkled in silent approval.

And in that moment, the fate of Smallville was forever changed.