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A loud clap resounded, followed by a bright flash of magic as Sianna slammed into the ground. As a strangled breath escaped her trembling lips, her head pounded vigorously. Pressing her shaky hands onto the ground, she managed to push herself up. One hand was braced to the ground to stabilize her teetering body while the other hand clutched her head.
Cringing at another bout of pain, Sianna clenched her eyes shut tight. Images flashed one right after the other. Her last sight was Darkseid's massive hands wrapped around Nightwing’s throat as he attempted to choke the life out of her best friend.
The God of Evil laughed menacingly, saying that if his father was no match, then he’d be nothing. All she could remember was his cry of determination even in the end Dick resolve had remained. All she could think about is the fact, she broke her promise to Wally West.
Where had it all gone so wrong?
It had happened so easily, far too easily, that it was utterly laughable. He had made it appear like child’s play by the way he had plucked them off one by one. She was all alone. They were gone. Dick was gone. Her throat was tight, so tight air wasn’t passing through. It was like her esophagus walls were glued shut.
“It can’t be…I..I...Noooo.” Sianna whispered thickly as her eyes burned.
“This has to be a nightmare.” Folding in on herself, Sianna began rocking back and forth.
“God, please. Please. Please I’ve never asked you for anything but this. Please.” She repeated over and over until a cold hand pressed on her shoulder.
“Their sacrifices weren’t in vain. Gather your faith.” A eerily familiar voice echoed as monotone as ever. Sianna’s head shot up. There stood Doctor Fate, behind him layed the rumble of where the once glorious Tower of Fate stood.
“Oh, not in vain, you say! Clearly, you and I had a very different experience, Nabu! Cause that was in vain! We accomplished nothing! What are we even doing here!? You say gather my faith well it’s all dead!” Sianna screamed as the hot tears rolled down her cheeks, a strangled sob escaped her lips.
Sianna should have taken more chances cause maybe then things would be different.She should have done more. She should have fought harder. To save Kaldur, Dick, Artemis, Zatanna, Kyle, Megan, and Connor.
Maybe she wouldn’t have to lose them all.
Why was she still here?
“Because it has bought us some time. Fate requires you to help take one last stand.” Nabu exhaled deeply, causing a part of her to wonder if that was Zatara peeking out. Sianna adverted her gaze burying her head back into her arms.
“Make a last stand, of course, for what? It’s clear, we don’t stand a fucking chance. You still wanna prattle on about faith and destiny after that! They’re all dead!” She lashed out as her fist clenched and unclenched around a fist full of her raven hair.
“Faith isn’t just a feeling. Sometimes it requires us to let go of thinking. To let ourselves go when we can believe no more. You must choose to trust even if there isn’t a reason to. To take a chance so there may be no regrets. That is what a soul truly mourns the chances that we fail to take.” Doctor faith spoke solemnly though each word sounded odd coming out of his mouth.
It reminded her of one of her former mentor’s sermons when she would cover for Zatanna when she’d sneak out of the house even though he had figured out she had lied. Despite the outer layer of seriousness, there was always deep care for those under his wing. There was no way, someone so far removed from the human side of emotions could think of that. Nabu has been detached from this world for a long time.
Sianna snorted numbly, “Ha, I bet Zatara fed you that 'cause there's no way someone like you would…”
“You are wrong; it is Kent Nelson’s words.” Nabu calmly deflected, not sounding the least bit deterred by her derisive words.
“Oh Gramps,...” She paused momentarily as a stab of guilt lanced through her chest, “he always knew how to weave his words to impact others.” Sianna's lips quirked momentarily as she staggered to her feet the image of the former Doctor Fate flashed through her eyes. She honestly wasn’t shocked that his words had touched someone as stiff as Nabu. It sounded exactly like something he’d say when she was consumed by grief.
Breathing in deeply, Sianna didn’t trust Nabu, not in the least bit, but she trusted Kent Nelson’s words. Raising her head up, to meet the gaze of the floating Lord of Order, she inquired, “I…what do we have to do now?”
“Close your eyes. Sianna Leta Nelson, you must go and know change is needed. Remember should you be uncertain have faith.” Closing her eyes for a moment, she pretended that it was Kent Nelson speaking to her and not Doctor Fate. Not quite understanding why she needed to close her eyes.
Before she could open her mouth with further inquiries at what the hell Nabu had meant by that. The hairs on her arm bristled as her body felt a familiar tingle of magic. Feeling the energy lift and rise up, the air hummed with energy as well. Then it exploded, and the world went white.