[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

Martha, who first noticed the change, found Clark weeping, and after figuring out what had changed in her son, she contacted Elrond as quickly as possible.

She can comfort Clark with words and make him feel loved, but she hopes that another lonely life in this world will tell Clark that they are not alone.

Elrond felt a gaze the moment he stepped into the room, watching him from above through the ceiling.

He greeted Jonathan, comforted Martha softly, and then slowly removed his disguise of walking outside, revealing his long hair and pointed ears.

Clark felt that his panic had faded, replaced by curiosity about this "Godfather".

In his memory, the godfather of Elrond traveled around all the year round, but he would come back to spend several major festivals with them during the year, but he never found that the godfather was any different——

Are human ears like this?

Do humans glow in dim light?

——That's because I'm not human.

The sentence in his mind startled Clark, he leaned back suddenly, but accidentally collapsed the bed board.

Martha, who heard the voice, hurriedly wanted to go upstairs, but was stopped by Jonathan.So she turned to the elf. After all these years of getting along, he had already regarded the elf as his family.

"Elrond, Clark, he—"

"I'll talk to him." Elrond calmed the Kents with a steady smile.

Jonathan reached out and patted the elf on the shoulder: "I hope you can pass on your attitude to Clark." The man continued as if he had foreseen something, "I hope you can take care of him in places we can't see .”

The elf met Jonathan with gray eyes, understood what he meant, and nodded.

"I will, Jonathan, Martha, don't worry."

The elf raised his head and looked at the ceiling, speaking as if he could see through the children upstairs too.

"Clark, the weather is nice outside, how about we go for a walk?"

Curiosity and fear gripped that little soul at the same time, making him unable to move.

But Elrond just waited patiently, and asked Martha to prepare some food in a woven basket.

He shook the basket in his hand again.

"Here's your favorite apple pie. I think eating it while it's hot is worthy of Martha's craftsmanship. What do you think?"

There were footsteps on the stairs.

Martha watched as Clark with red eyes walked slowly to Elrond's side, and the elf seemed to be stroking the child's head indifferently, coaxing softly.

"Tell Jonathan and Martha we're out, Clark."

The child raised his head timidly, but the first thing he said was an apology.

"I'm sorry, Dad, Mom, I... I broke the bed board."

The three adults in the room smiled at the same time.

Jonathan patted his son's head.

"I guarantee that when you come back, you will see a complete bed, and you won't be allowed to sleep on the floor, Clark."

Martha adjusted Clark's clothes.

"Don't be too late, remember to come back for dinner."

The dark-haired little boy nodded, honestly.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going out."

They walked to a deserted cornfield, Elrond spread out the picnic cloth prepared by Martha, and asked Clark to sit down.

"Your ears... Are you the same as mine?" Clark asked impatiently after sitting down.

Elrond shook his head, and he handed Clark a piece of sliced ​​apple pie - he still remembered the feeding task Martha asked him to do.

"I'm different from you. I'm an elf, but you're obviously not." He paused, and stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles between the child's brows. "But I'm just like you. We all have some powers that are different from ordinary people."

The elf lord waved his hand, and the white lion Alpha appeared in Clark's vision. The majestic, white and proud white lion made Clark's eyes widen.

"……so cool……"

——It seems that boys of this age always have some common characteristics, even aliens are no exception.

Elrond looked at Clark dumbfounded.

But the fear brought about by those "different" is not so easy to leave. Although the comfort of his parents made Clark not worry about being abandoned at all, the fact that he hurt others, especially his mother, for the first time made him feel panicked.

"I...I broke my mother's hand." Clark said in a low voice, and then he began to tell the story honestly.About how he heard noisy voices, how he found that he could see through human bodies, how he pushed Martha away—how he heard the sound of bones breaking, which represented pain...

"Power may be a problem that haunts you for the rest of your life, Clark, but I'd say the world is lucky, you're a good boy."

Elrond picked up the knife that Martha had prepared for him, and the power of the elf allowed him to bend the metal cutlery effortlessly. He put the cutlery in the hands of the wide-eyed Clark.

"First of all, you should know what you can do. There is nothing to be afraid of. As long as you can control yourself, you can control this force."

Elrond was also the first to meet such a child.Most of the children know what they are going to do before they get the power, and some children get the power for what they want to do.

But Clark is not, he has gained too much power before he understands what he is going to do.

Before he had a heart strong enough to bear the power—

"Then you should understand what you are going to do with this power."

"Then what did you do with your strength?" Clark wanted to return the tableware in his hand to a normal arc, but he always overdone it, so he could only keep breaking it back and forth.

"I come from another world, Clark, and I use my power to find something necessary for me, to find a way home." Elrond let Alpha lie down behind Clark, and the warm fur made the child feel Relaxed.

"And you, you were born in this world, you have to choose the way of life in this world."

Before Clark could answer, the cutlery in his hand slammed and snapped in two.

Elrond took the boy's hand before he was startled.

"Finally and most importantly, you should be clear about the consequences of the choices you make."

Elrond took the cutlery from Clark's hand.

"It's like bending it repeatedly like this. Although it doesn't seem to have changed, it has actually gradually become weak at the bend. Clark, this is the case with many things in this world, no matter what strength you have. Destroy it, and it’s not what it used to be.”

The elf lord tried to warn Clark of the consequences of his power in terms the child could understand—this must be known in advance.

"Why me?"

Clark whispered.

"I don't want to be different, I don't want to be a monster."

The elf's gray eyes were fixed on the blue eyes from another star, and his voice carried the majesty of a lord.

"So Clark, do you think I'm a monster?"

"No—I—"

"Just answer yes, or, no."

"No." Clark shook his head desperately.

Elrond's eyebrows and eyes softened, but the child who bowed his head didn't see it.

"Even if I have pointy ears, superhuman strength, a strange lion..."

"You are not a monster! You are a good man!"

Elrond felt that Martha and Jonathan had nothing to worry about. This child—had the aura to match this superpower. Maybe he was too young, maybe he couldn't understand, but Clark Kent was a good boy.

"If you can see me like this, why can't you see yourself like this?" Elrond patted the child's head, "If you are afraid of hurting others, learn to control this power before you hurt others. If you don’t live, just redouble your efforts to make yourself reach your goal, and I will help you.”

Elrond produced another cutlery.

"You see, I don't bend them—if you want to, you can."

Clark blinked.

"Well, I can."

He promised heavily.

The wind blows through the cornfield, and the slightly shaking crops seem to nod with him.

Then they talked for a long time, including the coincidence that Elrond met Clark's space capsule when he came to this world, including some stories that the half-elf traveled around and saw or heard, the child and the elf shared apple pie, warm Sweets also warm the young heart.

Finally, when they were about to go back, Clark stammered.

"Godfather, if...if..."

Elrond smiled.

"If you want to find out your life experience, I don't think neither Martha nor Jonathan will have any objections to it."

Clark's eyes widened.

"You can read minds, by the way, you once spoke in my mind—"

The elf lord stood up, glowing slightly silver in the dark sky.

"I will never pry into your mind without your consent, Clark."

"But why do you know what I'm thinking."

"I've lived for a very, very long time. Even without the need for mind reading, I know what you're thinking." Elrond looked at Clark's twinkling eyes, smiled and said a number to the child, which attracted another Bo exclaimed.

"It's time to go home, Martha must be waiting for us."

Contrary to his uneasiness when he came out, Clark happily held the elf's hand.

"Well, let's go home."

——Although he is not human, he is not the only alien on this planet.

Knowing this is enough for a child.