Sacred Spaces

Sacred Spaces
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville.
Summary: 500 years ago, the Star Lord descended from the sky and fell in love with the mother of the Kawatche people. The story is written in the earth and it is up to a descendent of the Star Lord to help Naman find his way. Clark will of course fall in love with a man (OC), yeah, duh, and there will be some strong language here and there when I feel the need to use it.

Chapter One

That evening, the Kent’s had Kyle and his grandfather over for a nice dinner. Clark took careful note how Kyle seemed to carry himself. It almost seemed like he and his parents were entertaining royalty.

“The Star Lord came from the sky a long time ago,” Joseph Willowbrook said, enjoying the fine meal very much. “And fell in love with the mother of our people.”

“And we,” Kyle said. “Are the result of their forbidden affair.”

Clark looked at him. It seemed like he was almost bitter. Why? There was a story here. Those petal pink lips of his were colder than the distant shores of the silver moon when he smiled.

Joseph chuckled. “Indeed we are.”

“What planet did this Star Lord come from?” Clark asked.

“Nobody knows for sure,” Kyle said.

“You’re not from around here, are you, Clark?” Joseph asked him.

Clark shook his head.

Martha stepped up to the plate. “Our son is adopted.”

Joseph nodded and Kyle looked down at his plate. Was he blushing? Why was he blushing?

“The Star Lord flew back up into the sky,” Joseph continued. “Promising our people that he would send forth another unto us.”

“And that would be this Naman character,” Jonathan said, looking over at his son. The two of them had had a fight earlier about the keyhole that Clark had found in the cave. He was not about to let his son go messing with things he didn’t understand, no matter how bad he might want to find out about where he came from. It was dangerous.

Joseph nodded. “That was over 500 years ago.”

“He’s a little late,” Kyle said, sampling his spinach salad.

Clark bit his bottom lip. He had almost snorted at the sarcasm.

Joseph chuckled.

“Can you read the symbols on the cave wall?’ Clark asked him.

“We do not have a written language,” Joseph told him, accepting more coffee.

“Grandpa can read many languages, Clark,” Kyle said, putting his glass down. “I will be taking pictures of all the drawings later this week.”

“Oh,” Clark said, eyes brightening. “Can I come?”

Kyle nodded. “You were the one who found them.”

Clark grinned.

“What powers did this Star Lord possess?” Jonathan asked the old man.

Joseph turned his dark eyes away from Clark. “He possessed the strength of ten me, indestructible, could shoot fire from his eyes, could travel vast distances in the blink of an eye, and he could soar through the clouds like an eagle.”

Martha cleared her throat. “That sounds like some man.”

“He is our people’s Guardian Deity,” Kyle told her. “He promised to send his son to save us all from the darkness.”

Martha blinked, looking at her husband. “That sounds like Sunday school.”

Kyle laughed and it made Clark smile. He had a very nice laugh. It made his gray eyes sparkle like ice.

Joseph nodded. “Many beliefs have the same sources. If you dig down deep enough, you will find the same roots.”

“What kind of darkness?’ Clark asked.

“The kind only he will have the abilities to stop,” Joseph told him.

“Sounds frightening,” Martha added.

Kyle nodded. “The darkness has many faces, but, usually takes the one you most trust.”

Everyone at the table fell silent.

“This is why I want the pictures documented before the caves are buried because of the construction work,” Joseph said.

“Well,” Clark said, looking across the table at his mother. “Maybe my mom can do something about that?”

“You know Lionel Luthor?” Joseph asked.

“Know him,” Clark laughed. “She’s his personal assistant.”

Kyle cocked his head to the side. “Could you talk to him? Tell him what we have found. The caves could be protected.”

“It’s not that easy, Kyle,” Martha said, wishing this had not fallen on her head. “The people of Smallville really need the jobs this construction is offering.”

Thunder boomed overhead.

Joseph turned a sharp gaze on his grandson who looked down at his unfinished salad.

“Couldn’t you just talk to him, mom?” Clark asked, looking at her with big green eyes. How could she refuse these big cow eyes? “These drawings are over 500 years old. They are like a national treasure or something.”

Joseph’s eyes sparkled.

Martha looked at her son, knowing that if she didn’t consent, he would really bring the cow eyes home to moo. “All right, I’ll see what I can do.”

Clark smiled.

“Thank you, Mrs. Kent,” Joseph said and Kyle nodded his head. “This means a lot to us.”

Mrs. Kent nodded. “You’re welcome.”

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Later that night, Clark was in his loft, looking up at the stars through his telescope. His dad had gotten it for him on his tenth birthday.

“Spying on the neighbors?’ A voice asked from behind him, causing him to spin around.

It was Kyle.

“I’m looking at the stars,” he said.

“Ah,” Kyle smiled, looking around the loft. “This is really nice.”

Clark nodded. “Thanks. Do you want to take a peek?”

Kyle shook his head. “I prefer to look at them with my own eyes. I wouldn’t want to look in on anything that I shouldn’t be seeing.”

Clark made a face. What was this guy getting at? Wait! He didn’t spy on Lana!

Kyle stepped up to the window, looking up at the midnight blue. All the stars glittered down at them like silver diamonds. There were so many faces and pictures painted across the heavens.

Clark moved back behind him to give him room. He looked at his long white hair, wondering if it felt as soft as it looked. It seemed to shimmer under the light overhead.

“Thank you for asking your mom to help us out,” he said, smiling at the shooting star.

“You’re welcome,” Clark said. “I don’t want to see those paintings destroyed.”

Kyle caught the hint in his voice. There was something more here. The guy had fallen over a hundred feet onto his back and walked away without a scratch.

“Give me your hand,” he said, taking it, and holding it up to the sky. Clark’s hand was bigger than his own. It was soft, smooth, and strong.

Clark felt slightly nervous. There was a guy holding his hand.

“If you follow these stars like this,” he said, moving Clark’s hand with his own. “Follow it like a bolt of lightning…and if you stop right here where the small gap is from that star to that one…that’s Naman’s home”

“I don’t see a star,” Clark said.

“It’s gone now,” Kyle said, feeling some sadness. “It disappeared a long time ago.”

Clark nodded, realizing that Kyle was not letting go of his hand. There was a slight tingling sensation. It felt really odd yet kind of soothing at the same time.

“So, is this Star Lord kind of like Aphrodite and Apollo?” He asked.

“Just because something is said to be a myth, doesn’t make it not real, Clark,” Kyle told him, resting his other on top of Clark’s.

Someone cleared their throat from behind them, and Kyle immediately let go of Clark’s hand. The two of them spun around and Clark saw that it was Lana. What was it with people sneaking in all the time? He seriously needed to invent some kind of an alarm system to let him know when someone was coming up the steps. He could be doing something very private and someone just walk in on him.

“Hi,” Lana said with a big smile on her face, wondering who the heck this pretty boy was. “I got your call and came over as soon as I could, Clark.”

“Thanks, Lana,” he said, nodding. “This is Kyle Willowbrook, and this Kyle is Lana Lang.”

Kyle smiled. “It is really nice to meet you, Lana.”

“The same,” she said, stepping up. “What is it that you needed, Clark?”

“Your dad,” Clark said, explaining things about the cave and the drawings.

Lana listened, wondering how she would talk her father into helping save the caves. They were not at the father-daughter stage where favors could be asked yet, but, she would see what she could do. This sounded really important to Clark, and they were sacred to Kyle’s people.

“You have no idea what this means to me and my people, Lana,” Kyle told her, giving her a warm smile. “Thank you so much.”

She nodded. “I’ll see what I can do to help.”

Clark gave her a hug. “Thanks, Lana.”

Lana could not stop looking at Kyle for some reason. He was pretty, too pretty. Oh, what the hell was she thinking? It had to be the smooth honey tone skin, the snow white hair, and those hypnotic grey eyes that reminded her of smoke coming from a chimney in the winter time.

“I heard about the dozers,” she said, seeing the paper on Clark’s sofa. “I think it’s odd since there have been no storms.”

Kyle grinned. “Mother Nature is a mystery.”

“It’s almost like there is something protecting the caves,” Clark said, looking at Kyle. “Mom said that your people think it to be some kind of a spirit.”

Kyle nodded. “My ancestors protect what is theirs, but, with the way Luthor is moving, the dead can’t seem to keep up.”

Lana gave him a smile. “It almost sounds like a horror movie.”

“I need to be going,” Kyle said. “My grandfather will be worried if I stay out too late.”

“Oh,” Clark said, turning to look at him. “Do you need a ride?”

Kyle shook his head. “I love late night walks through the woods.”

Lana smiled. “I prefer late night horseback riding myself.”

Kyle cocked his head to the side. “Maybe we can all go riding together sometime.”

Lana nodded. “That sounds like fun.”

Clark looked from one to the other. What the heck was going on?

“Bye, Clark. I’ll drop by when I go to take pictures at the cave” Kyle said, heading towards the steps. “Thanks again, Lana.”

She waved to him and waited until she was sure he was gone.

“Okay,” she said, turning on Clark. “What were the two of you doing at the window?”

Clark nearly jumped out of his skin. “What…what do you mean? We were looking at the stars.”

She made a face. “Uh huh…”

“It’s the truth,” he said. “He was showing me what planet the Star Lord in his mythology came from.”

More like flying a spaceship straight to Chocolate Land, she thought.

“Well, I need to be going,” she said, turning away. “We do have school tomorrow.”

“Wait,” Clark said, going after her. “What is this, Lana?”

“I don’t know, Clark,” she laughed, patting him on the cheek. He was so cute when he was confused like a puppy who couldn’t figure out where the butterfly had gone. “When you finally figure it out, let me know.”

He just stood there, watching her leave. What the heck? Why did his friends always go crazy on him? He was getting so tired of this crap.

“Hey!” He called out. “Are you mad at me?”

“No!” She yelled back. “I’m glad Dorothy is your friend.”

“Huh?” He asked. She was gone.

Who the hell was Dorothy and why was she his friend?

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.