No one on Utopia was happy right now. Travel restrictions and curfew had been implemented, and while not everyone was aware of what happened, the recovery team did return with the real Josh Foley, and most, if not all of them, were bleeding and in distress, and in turn the whole island was in distress.
Their neighbors though, a couple of tens of miles away, were having a great time. The island was large now with granite mountains and obsidian slate cliffs, and a black sand beach that was starting to mix with the sands washed up from the ocean floor. Some plants dropped by birds and peoples shoes were already taking root.
Today though, the new home of the Metahumans would come alive.
Joni came with her husband and babies in either arm. The twins were swaddled and immediately began fussing as sunlight hit their skin for the first time. Real light was just not the same as the UV lights that she had to make sure the babies were exposed to every day.
Warren took his children and stepped away under a pavilion tent to shade the twins.
Joni stepped out of her shoes and walked forward in the dark sand until it turned moist, and dug her feet in to the warm dirt. This place felt...alive. Her home world had been stagnant, frozen and bitter. But this place was warm and bright and Joni could feel some seeds already in the ground, ready to burst free of their volcanic rich cradles.
She took a deep breath, smelling salt and the humidity of soil. Levy stepped foward and scooped up a double handful of seeds and handed them to Joni.
Joni smiled and whispered a soft wish to them in her native tagalog, and raised her hands and let them trickle out of her palms and the wind catch and scatter them. She knew that all around the island the earth movers had been busy planting, but this act, this show of Life, still felt right to her.
She called on her power and they burst in to life as they fell from her fingers, digging roots in to the soil they landed in and power exploded from Joni and radiated outwards from her.
Trees flung themselves up to reach the sun, flowers bloomed and turned to fruit that burst and bloomed more flowers so fast that flower petals seemed to explode around Joni. It radiated outwards from her and her eyes glowed green. Flowers and grasses and trees and fruit radiated across the island and brilliance consumed the dark soil.
Joni laughed, closed her eyes, and threw her handful of seeds high in to the sky. She never felt so at home, at peace, and alive.
When Joni finally finished and the island was bright green and leaves rustled in the sea wind, she sighed and opened her eyes again.
“um- Warren. Come make yourself useful. Get me out.”
She reached for her husband. Roots had burst up and over her legs and were wrapped vice tight around her thighs and feet and holding her down like one of her trees.
Warren just snorted loudly and burst in to tears are her plight.
Joni threw a guava at him.
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