27 Fanfic #27 Lightbringer by Kerrus(DC/SI)

This is one of those fanfics that popped up when lantern SIs were really popular and it finally started updating again. The SI has a blue ring of hope and focuses on helping people.

Synopsis: A DC universe SI fanfic...

Rated: M

words: 74k

https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/lightbringer-dc-si.268401/reader/

Here's the first chapter:

Imagine, for a moment, that you have in you the potential to become the most powerful superhero in the world- that you have the potential to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Justice League. Superman, Captain Marvel, The Flash- these are the men and women that the world relies upon to see it safely through each day and night, when so many threats beyond the normal ken of mortal men exist.

That power exists, out there in the universe- not just through random chance of birth, industrial accident, or mad science, but also because an ancient race of incredible beings forged the very soulstuff of mortal beings into weapons, tools, and a uniform of justice.

Imagine then, that one of those tools fell out of the sky into your hand one day.

Can you picture it?

It's a ring, of course- a ring of power. Elegantly crafted, durable, imbued with a supporting intelligence, but no self-will save your own.

Having that ring is a responsibility, and a dream.

There's just one problem. One, ever so minor problem.

You see, I'm dying.

When that ring was falling from the sky? I was waking up on an unfamiliar version of my world, where people were different, and everything I knew was gone.

As I stumbled into the world, fresh and unsure, a hazard I couldn't begin to conceptualize took my life- a rampaging super villain by the name of Black Adam.

Oh, I wasn't a target- nobody's ever really a target to these maniacs- I was just in the way. A building collapsed, and a steel I beam bounced me into a wall. Before I was really aware of anything I lost the ability to draw clear breath, my lower torso smashed and broken. As my vision faded, I watched several multi-coloured blurs smash into that dark figure, and drive it off- and then the world went dark.

Even unconscious, I could feel the ring. It was all I could feel, as though in that moment stretching into eternity, the hand the ring landed on was still alive, still grasping at life. I knew every detail, every line. The weight bore down on my hand, and desperately I grasped at it- a tether to life.

I began to feel cold, dull, as what was perhaps the last part of me began slipping away. I could feel the ring, but even that sensation was dulling. Fading. I tried to pull myself back from the brink I was rapidly approaching, the point of no return.

In that final moment I thought not of myself. I didn't find some inner wellspring of determination, and my lust for life didn't grant me any staying power to defeat Death itself. I was scared- but mostly I was empty. I didn't care, any more. The darkness was near complete now, and though I could almost think-feel the shape of the ring, it was more of a ghost of sensation than anything else.

I had nothing left. Even sensation and memory was gone now. It was just the living pulse of the universe that remained now, and the core of my own self, empty of all things.

And yet, even in that dark, something yet remained

<<Hope>>