Still Together | A Black Adam One-Shot

Everything felt blue, or at least the night was painted blue.
A moon that was about to entirely be unveiled by the wavering clouds. A peaceful night in Kahndaq.
Before everything. Before the enslavement set out by their ruler.

Two kahndaqians rested on a comfortable tip. Under a roof, their window allowed them to savor the calm sight of the moon.

A man, with his son on his lap. Pure of energy. Energy that he had instilled into him which was the personality his son would uphold as he grew into the man he was destined to be.

"Urut." The man, called to his son in endearment. As the toddler played with a toy man made from wood.

"You are supposed to be asleep by now." He said to the child in their language, Kahndaq'i.

"Papa." Urut said, as he bashed the toy against his father's leg.

The man chuckled. "That is rough." he said.

"Papa?" The toddler turned to look at his father.

"Yes, my son?" The man said.

"Play. Fight." Urut said.

He smiled, and mustered a chuckle. "I cannot fight you, Urut."
"You are still too small." he said.

"Fight." Urut said, as he played around with his father. He rubbed the toy against his father's face playfully. The toddler smiled.

The man laughed. "Get it off my face." he said.

He recomposed his son's position, gently sat him down on his lap. Allowed him to stare at the moon peacefully with him. As they did, together.

"I promise you are going to grow up into a man anyone can seek out for comfort." The man said.

"The rightful ruler of the throne." he said. "And I will be an old man, at your side. We will not be tyrants. But shepherds . . . of Kahndaq."

"You and I . . . together."

In the present. Black Adam stood in his domain. With an open clearing that was his only window.

He stared blankly at a full moon in the blue sky, over an age-old statue of Urut in a modern kahndaq. Eyes soft and torn. Distraught, as he thought back on that memory.

He held a wooden toy in his hand, similar in vein of that of Urut's. A replica of the past. A past he could no longer resurrect. A past that killed who he was before. He fumbled with the toy quietly, then layed it on the ground to his side.

Adam stared deeply into the toy.
"No matter how it is." he said.
. . .
"We are still together."