#origin universe

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ThunderBird by ArtFrenzyBoris

Thunderbird is one of the many rogues of DragonMan and DragonMan's first opponent. Caring about nobody but herself, she would gladly cause pain, chaos, destruction, and death just to gain power and wealth. You'd also have better luck making a deal with the devil and expecting him to keep his end of the bargain rather then Thunderbird.

Check out the Courageous DragonMan, here's the link to Issue #1: www.deviantart.com/roth1000/ar…

Thunderbird was created by and owned by www.deviantart.com/roth1000 The awesome commission was created by www.deviantart.com/sabrerine91…

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DragonMan by KyoungInKim

A DragonMan commission created by KyoungInKim

He's a pretty good artist, check him out.

And if you want to check out DragonMan's story, click the link here: www.deviantart.com/roth1000/ga…

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DragonMan by ArtFrenzyBoris

My character DragonMan drawn by the awesome https://sabrerine911.tumblr.com/

DragonMan was created by and owned by me, https://roththeprimordial.tumblr.com/

If your interested, check out his story, https://www.deviantart.com/roth1000/art/The-Courageous-DragonMan-1-738704677

[roththeprimordial]

A DragonMan commission created by KyoungInKim

He's a pretty good artist, check him out.

And if you want to check out DragonMan's story, click the link here: www.deviantart.com/roth1000/ga…

[lightofalantern]

Unravelled

Aaliyah unlocked the door to her grandmother's house and strode in. She was out well past her curfew, but she needed to blow of some steam before coming back. "I see you still know your way home." It wasn't her grandmother's voice she heard, but a deeper one. She cursed herself in her thoughts before turning around timer her father's face. "You're back." She used the flattest tone she could manage, he strode toward her slowly and looked down on her with his piercing green eyes. Aaliyah huffed, these were the same eyes that stared her back in the mirror every morning, the same reminder of his absence. She stared at him for a long moment, wondering if their eyes were the only thing they had in common. "Your old man can't get a hug?" He gave her a crooked smile, but she wasn't in the mood to play his game. "My latest report card is on the fridge. Straight A's. As usual, so you can cut my card back on before you leave." She turned towards the stairs. "Aaliyah. Camille. Stewart." Every part of her name was deliberate, she sighed, not wanting to deal with him but her options were taken. She looked back. "Come here." She silently made her way back to stand in front of him, careful to avoid eye contact. He went over to the couch and then looked at her to follow. She stood still, not wanting to extend her time with him. "Please." She tentatively walked over to the couch and sat on the far side of it,  putting a lot of space between them. "How have you been?" His emerald eyes searched hers. "Fine." She answered coldly. Her fingers started to tense up, she was losing control. She cracked her knuckles, while she met her father's gaze. "Aaliyah... I know we don't agree on most things but...." He ran a hand over his face. How was he supposed to explain to her everything he was told? She'd probably defy him still, not believing the story. "I need you to understand." She watched him, confused. "Understand why I don't want you to fight." Comprehension seeped into Aaliyah's features, her nails extended half an inch. "Are we really having this conversation again?" Her tone now heated. She was so tired of this debate. Why didn't he trust that she could hold her own? She'd probably have a fighting chance if he would train her. "Aaliyah, do you know how many colleagues... How many friends I've lost to this life?" She shifted her body so that she was facing him. "Is that how you lost mom?" He glared at her for a moment and turned his head, remaining silent. "You know what? Fuck it, then." She got off the couch and stomped to the stairs once more. "Aaliyah, don't you walk away from me! You have no idea what that world is like!" She turned in a blur of motion. "I have no idea?! Maybe I would if you showed me! Or if you told me!" She crossed the room to get in his face. "You never let me in on anything, you just expect me to sit here and -play- human." He stood up, now towering over her. "I expect you to be the girl that you are, a normal 16 year old high school student." Her left eye twitched, he couldn't be fucking serious. "Normal?! What the hell do I know about normal?!" She opened her hand as her nails extended to their full length. "Does this look normal to you?!" She raised a hand so he could see the sabers attached, then sliced through the glass coffee table like bread. His eyes widened at her fury. "Baby, calm down." He put his hands in front of himself defensively. "I can't tell you how hard it is, keeping these -things- under wraps, every damn day!" She was screaming now, her fury fully unleashed."How hard I have to fight the urge to cut some asshole when he grabs my ass in the hallway!" Tears started streaming down her face, she had never been so honest with her father, the vulnerability she was showing was tearing her apart. "You're never here to help me.... Grandma doesn't know what this is like." He grabbed her shoulders and she relaxed, her nails retracting enough so that she could move her fingers. "And you won't tell me who she is, because she made me this way. I'm a monster.... Just like her, I know she is." John wrapped his daughter in a tight hug, shocked by her words. She fell into his chest and sobbed violently, far too worked up for words. "You're not a monster, you're my baby." He breathed into her hair, calming her somewhat. "You just need help... You're lost." John's mother appeared silently on the stairs, watching their embrace. She hadn't seen an act of love between them in a long time. She was hopeful this was the start of a new beginning.

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Prophecy

John Stewart had finally reached Oa after a long journey. He landed on the planet, and began to walk to the nearest tower. He huffed, wondering why he'd been called away from Earth so suddenly. He didn't even get a chance to tell his mother. He ran a hand over his face, every time he skipped a conversation with his daughter, her fury grew. She was her mother's child, his face twisted at the thought of her. He entered the tower to find Kilowog waiting for him. "Hey, Poozer, long time no see." He gave him a light punch on the arm. "Hey, man." He smiled at his old friend. "Any idea on why I'm here?" Kilowog shook his head. "I was told to tell you to go straight to the guardians." His brows raised. "Guardians? Hell do they want?" Kilowog shrugged. "You'd better go find out, I'm sure it's important if it couldn't wait til your next shift out here." John nodded and walked back out of the tower, flying out towards the Guardians citadel. He landed in the center and eyed all of the Guardians reproachfully, all of their faces were stone. It was silent for a moment until one of them spoke. "We've called you here because we have studied the future, there has been a corruption." John raised a brow. "Your daughter is the corruption." Another Guardian spoke this time. John just remained frozen, his face hard. How could his 16 year old daughter do any type of damage? "We warned you of the dangers of you procreating, the ring's power affects every life form differently. We see it in the green tint in your eyes, you've internalized some of its energy." John couldn't resist the urge to speak any longer. "So? We all have to in order to be a Lantern, right?" The Guardians all shifted in their seats. "Yes, but when the ring is removed, all traces of power should be removed from the user. You defy that law." His mouth was in a hard line, he wasn't aware. "You've passed that energy to your offspring, that green hue of her eyes isn't hereditary." He balled his fists. "What does that matter? She was going to have powers because of her mother." His tone was sharp, the mere mention of Aaliyah's mother made him angry. "Yes, her mother's people come equipped with certain abilities, but the human part of Aaliyah has adapted those abilities. Your energy has made her able to use those powers at an amplified level. The mere presence of will power in her body has made her an anomaly." John's face dropped, not knowing that his little girl was wielding all this power. "What can she do?" The Guardians exchanged glances. "The claws her mother's people were born with have a far greater reach, that much she's already mastered." John's brows furrowed. "Aaliyah doesn't fight. She can't, I've forbid it." They're expressions hadn't changed. "She's training as we speak. Surely you knew she would defy you, she is -your- seed." John exhaled loudly, he couldn't argue, she was as hardheaded as he was at her age. "She hasn't figured out her other abilities yet, but when she does fight for the first time they will make themselves apparent. The stress of battle will cause her will to be sharpened." John folded his arms. "What exactly corrupts the future?" One Guardian sat up in his chair. "Your daughter plans to be a hero, to take up your mantel. But with the volatile nature of her people's powers, it will take great effort. Her ambition will make her strong, but her pride will make her an easy target. Her mother will come for her." John swallowed. "A shift in her happened overnight, there's a possibility she will go with her. If she does, all sectors will be in danger." The Guardians fell silent, letting John digest what they revealed. "What can I do?" "Persuade her not to fall for her mother's tricks." "And if I can't?" The Guardians faces were grave. "If her mother has her way, no Lantern of any Corp will be able to stand against her. You will have to take her life." John hung his head, already knowing their decision before they said it. "Go. You have your task." John slowly ascended into the dark sky and headed back to the Watchtower, his heart a rock in his chest. No father should ever have to bury his daughter. But how would he live with himself knowing her blood was on his hands.

[lightofalantern]

Daddy's Little Girl

Aaliyah was finishing up her homework on her laptop while watching the news. It was the third time this week the League was featured on the news. She frowned at the television, surveying the Leaguers on the screen. Her father was absent. She sighed, he must have gone off world again. The older she got, the less her father checked in. It was bad enough she wasn’t allowed to contact him first, but now he never called. She had gone from being daddy’s little girl, to a complete stranger. She huffed and focused back on the essay that was due when she returned to school. This is the life she was accustomed to. She was used to the odd stares she got when she lied to people and said she didn’t know her parents, although it was half a lie, she had no clue who or where her mother was. Not that it mattered, her grandmother was parent enough. She also had adjusted to not being able to go out for school activities, her powers were still revealing themselves, and both her father and grandmother thought they would give her an unfair advantage. She exhaled sharply, still typing furiously. None of those things were as unbearable as the fact her father acted as if she didn’t exist. Every interview he’d taken, he never mentioned her. To the world, he was John Stewart. Famous hero, eligible bachelor, and unattached. Anger started to bubble up inside of her, how could he make that decision with a clear conscience. A tear threatened to fall, she lifted her left hand to wipe it, and her nails on her right hand involuntarily extended right through her MacBook. “Shit!” She picked up right hand, the computer still wedged onto her nails. “GRANDMA!” She pulled at the computer, thinking, ‘This is what I get having a Lantern for a father, abandoned and without internet.’ Her grandmother rushed into her room, and chuckled when she saw Aaliyah. “Child, you are a trip.” She crossed over to her to try and help, Aaliyah was becoming more upset by the second. “Liyah, remember what your father said. Concentrate, and tell your body what you want it to do.” Aaliyah followed instructions, she closed her eyes and centered on retracting her nails. Slowly, they inched back into her cuticles. She opened her eyes and examined her hand, ‘Back to normal....well back to manageable.’ She grabbed the computer, now filled with holes. “Grandma, do you think my warranty covers this.” She chuckled. “There’s no explaining that, honey. I’ll call your father and tell him to send you money for a new one. We’ll go tomorrow.” She patted Aaliyah on the head, and exited her bedroom. Aaliyah pushed the broken computer on the floor and flopped onto her bed. She was going to have to talk to her father soon, before she ruined something else.