Trail of secrets chapter 25

Mitchell Evans strode to the city of Felias on planet Daxam, a wind sweeping through the buildings around him to ruffle his blonde hair. It'd been a thousand years since they landed on this planet.

Shortly after arriving, they renamed the city of TírnanÓg, Failias to signify a new beginning.

Surprisingly, there was already a race here.

Things were a little rocky at first, when they accidentally discovered the races aversion to lead. Using their technology, they were able to cure this weakness.

Mitchell smiled as a child ran by, his hands wreathed in flames.

A redheaded girl, her hair in pigtails chased after him, her form shifting to become more wolf-like as her speed increased.

Even after a thousand years, the mutant gene still ran strong in the people of Failias.

Entering a Park, he sat down on a bench, watching parents push their children on swings, or children slide down a slide.

Stretching his arms out along the back of the bench, the wind pulled at his white button-down shirt, and cause goose flesh to rise up beneath his jeans.

"You seem happy."

Selene Gallio nee Evans approached him, a dark blue dress covering her pale 5'10" frame.

Her long dark hair was braided and draped over one shoulder.

A young dark-haired boy with startling green eyes was perched on one of her shapely hips.

Mitchell rose to his feet.

Taking a step forward, he took Selene in his arms, "What's not to be happy about? For a thousand years we have known peace."

Her blue eyes stared into his, "It can't last forever."

"And when things start to turn, we will be ready. Our people are survivors."

"Besides," a smirk turned his lips, "we've got gods living in our city."

Shortly after arriving here, the Celtic gods of TírnanÓg became the gods of Daxam. Promising the native people and the people of TírnanÓg that they would be the planets guardians, as long as they strove for peace and did not abuse their knowledge and power.

"True," Selene leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips.

A childish whine drew their attention downwards, the baby on Selene's hip squirmed, trapped between the two.

Mitchell laughed, ruffling the child's soft hair, "Sorry Henry."

A beeping in his ear drew Mitchell's attention away from his son.

He pressed the small silver disc that sat in his ear. "Yes?"

"Hi dad," a feminine voice said.

"Lily," Mitchell exclaimed, "what a surprise, it's not often you call."

"Yes, yes, I know, I need to call more, but I'm calling now, so listen. The time we talked about has arrived they should be there any minute."

Mitchell nodded, "So, the kryptonian explorers are finally coming to Daxam," he turned his gaze up to the son, it's warm yellow light bathing his skin, "this should be interesting."

"Remember, the descendants of these people play a major part in future history, so you need to make nice with them."

Mitchell rubbed the beard that had grown on his chin, "I know, but I won't let them walk over our people either. Relax Lily, your boy gave us krypton's technology shortly after we arrived here, it's how we fix the native Daxamites, and terraform the planet to make it more comfortable."

"That technology was leagues above what the kryptonians have right now add to that the advances we've made with that by combining Asgardian tech and magic and I think they will be civil enough."

"Alright, just be careful, and tell mom I love her."

Mitchell turned to Selene, "Lily says she loves you."

A smile spread across Selene's face, "I love you too."

"Your mom says she loves you too."

Mitchell lowered his hands, "How would you guys like to go greet our guests?"

Selene raised an eyebrow, "You want to take our son to an alien landing."

Mitchell shrugged, "Call it a learning experience."

Selene linked her arm through his, "Let's go, but if a fight breaks out, you're holding the baby."

"So violent."

Musical laughter rang through the air.

"You know you love it."

–XX –

Harry stared down at the city of Failias

The city had changed since landing on Daxam, along with the brick and stone buildings were towers of metal, technology and magic became almost indistinguishable to the people especially after integrating kryptonian and Asgardian technology.

People flew in between the towers, or sped through the streets at a blur.

Some disappeared in flashes of light, while others traveled through the elements.

A hand slipped into his, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Do you ever regret it?" He asked never taking his eyes off the city.

With a gentle hand, Bellatrix turned him to face her, "Not for a moment. While I do wish we could have children of our own, our people are happy, our family's descendants are thriving, there's not much more I could ask for."

Harry closed the distance between them, "You know, we could allow part of ourselves to be reborn as mortals, or we could wait a hundred years till were mortal again and use magic to make sure you get pregnant."

Bellatrix tapped her chin, "Tempting," she leaned in close their lips inches apart, "but let's see how this thing with the kryptonians plays out first."

They kissed.