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As it turns out, all of the conspiracy theorists were right.
The year is 1847, and small-time farmer Billy Bobson gave the story of the century to the New York Daily Tribune. âI saw it with my own two eyes,â he reports, rubbing his chest with gritty fingers. His eyes are wide and he looks like heâs seen a ghost. Or more accurately, an alien. Yes, youâve heard it here first, ladies and gentlefolk. The Daily Tribune wrote the exclusive, in exquisite detail, plastered on the front page at the behest of an anonymous reader.
He reports that on the morning of September 15th, 1847, he awoke to find a large portion of his corn crops burned away. The symbol was unrecognizable, âotherworldly,â he claims. While this is hardly the first time a farmer has come forth screaming about crop circles, and lights in the sky, but this time it is to be taken seriously. This time, he really did see it with his own eyes.
The truth was the reporters laughed, but they published his story. The truth was news was slow that morning, and the public was tired of hearing about typhus. Something light-hearted was past due, and what was a little levity in the middle of an outbreak. The actual truth was Billy Bobson was right, and no one took him seriously.
The year is 1847, itâs September, and itâs still dark. Kara had been crawling her way across crumbled concrete in 2019, then she wasnât. Then her hands were digging into damp dirt and corn rose like walls around her, rustling in a breeze she couldnât feel from her position at their stalks. A few choice words in Kryptonian run through her head. Sheâs too tired for this. Sheâs too scared for this.
She thinks what if he died while she was being popped to some random corn field. Then she thinks to listen and oh Rao something isnât right. It takes about an hour and rummaging through some poor farmerâs house to find out sheâs in a random cornfield in 1847. Another hour of what do I do, what do I do, before she expends the last of her energy on a letter, and a crop circle. Hopefully The New York Daily Tribune does what she asks, otherwise this could get sticky.
She burns the crest of the House of El into the rustling stocks of corn, prays for the Legends to please see this, please, and collapses in the gentle curve of the âS.â
âHow do you accidentally send someone to the past?â
âQuite easily actuallyâ
When Nora realized she accidentally sent Supergirl through time instead of sending her to a different location she knew sheâd had to go get her before she got the Time Bureau on her ass. She also knew going to get her alone would be a bad idea considering, so she went to the Legends Captain, she was friends with Supergirl, she could go get her before too much damage was done to the timeline.
âDo you at least know when you sent her to?â
âI have a vague idea of itâ
âOh, you want me to go too?â
âThe other Legends have the Waverider and time courier right nowâ
Nora sighed and took out her time stone, holding out towards Sara who placed her hand over Noras. The witch then used the stone to transport them back in time, hopefully not to far away from when sheâd sent Supergirl. It didnât take them long to figure out what year they had travelled to, 1847, now they just had to locate the Girl of Steel, preferably before the timeline changed too much. Though first they went to find some clothes more appropriate to this time period, which Nora complained about, once that was done they started their search for the time displaced alien.
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you looked at it, Kara hadnât kept what could be considered a low profile, which became clear when Nora and Sara learned of a so called cropcircle, except instead of a circle it was a well known symbol, or at least well known to the two women. After questioning some of the locals they soon learned where this symbol had appeared and they quickly started making their way to the farm theyâd been told this otherworldly phenomenon had occurred. Sara supposed they werenât completely wrong when they called it otherworldly.Â
Soon they arrived at the farm, going straight to the corn field to investigate the symbol, with any luck Kara would still be there. âKaraâ the blonde assassin called out as she made her way through the field, towards where the symbol was burned into the field.