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==ARGONIAN
ENTRY==
Baed Eda,
Rao, mi heshi dhad tennaj hennal fe,
heshi mi? Zwa, ven sal wed, du zta
jermeah mi ca tennahat fe qamanaq Argonian.
==TRANSLATE
TO ENGLISH ALPHABET==
Baed
Eda,
Rao, mi heshi dhad tennaj hennal fe,
heshi mi? Zwa, ven sal wed, du zta
jermeah mi ca tennahat fe qamanaq Argonian.
==CONVERT
TO ENGLISH==
=*~BETALA:
Kara In-Ze, liana vexavalak opaqtiq.~*=
Dear
Diary,
God, I… haven’t written in ages,
have I? Well, first of all, you will
notice I am writing in traditional Argonian.
Yeah, the computer’s going to break it down, but that’s fine by me. We’ve got a problem, diary. A big huge PROBLEM.
It all started last week when I went
home to visit Ma and Pa. Kyle and I
were in a mini-fight because the day previous—the day Blayne Richard West,
Barbara and Wal’s son, was born—he was trying to get me to not dress scandalous
and I kept stripping down clothes and…
Yeah, he’s telling me what to wear.
I’m not TOO upset, just more irritated.
I guess Diana’s attitude is rubbing off on me. You should SEE her with Bruce!
Or any man, she’s no-play, if they don’t listen to her! She’ll do what she wants and when she
wants! It’s awesome!
=*~BETALA: Kara In-Ze, liana vexavalak opaqtiq.~*=
Anyway.
I got home and decided to go out and
visit this friend of mine… He’s an old
Sioux Indian that just decided to settle NEAR—not in—Smallville and I help him
out sometimes… no, he doesn’t know I’m Supergirl, but he has a good idea. He likes to be called Snow Wolf. I think it’s personally his own way of
spoofing the common misinterpretation of Native American names… kinda like how
all aliens have no feelings and just wanna take over earth starting with Japan
or something.
=*~WARNING: Kara In-Ze, power failure imminent.~*=
Now, I’ve heard some interesting
noises since I got to earth… The
creepiest having to be the sound of Buddhist monks… I believe Kal took me to the Maitri Vihar monastery… That was so spooky and stuff, I HAD to get
out of earshot! But as I got to Snow
Wolf’s home, I heard a flute-like sound playing, only if it was wood. My description of this has a little point to
it—the only time Snow Wolf plays music, diary, is when he’s calling to his
spirit guide Rainiyahto. Raini is the
one that told him that he could trust me, and that I was something
“special”. I’m not one for
spirituality, but I actually think Rainiyahto exists! Snow Wolf predicts disasters all the time.
When I got there, he was playing in
front of a fire that was putting off this smoke that had red and green and blue
wisps—something that didn’t bother me, he has all sorts of herbs and spices
that do that. I walked over and sat by
the old man while he played, up until his last note and when he looked at me
and said rather eloquently, “The time has come for Ares. The time has come for Deimos and Phobos and
Eros. The time has come for Chaos to
return to the Earth.”
“What are you talking about, Snow
Wolf?” I asked.
“They are coming—“
Don’t laugh, but he called me
Orendatala. Yeah, I laughed too the
first time I heard it. Then the
laughter turned to confusion, then to surprise, and then to amazement. Apparently, Orenda means “magic power” from
the Iroquois, and Tala means “wolf”.
Don’t ask me what that’s supposed to allude to, how in the hell am I
supposed to know?
“They don’t exist,” I told him.
“To say they do not is to say your
home god Rao does not.”
“…Rao doesn’t exist.”
“And Rainiyahto?”
“…
How do you know they’re coming, Snow Wolf?”
“It has already begun, here in your
tiny town.”
“Smallville? Unlikely place to come outta the woodwork if
you’re, you know, a GOD.”
“The best entrance is sometimes
through the back… As I am sure your
friend, the Man Bat, would say.”
“Heyyyy… What’s Raini telling you
these days anyway?!”
“It does not matter,
Orendatala. You must stop it from
happening any further, or many will die!
And Rainiyahto predicts one close to you shall perish as well. Go now, be quick!”
You damn well better believe I was
quick.
*~*~*~Welcome
back, Kara. Power failure harmed 43
files on your computer. Your computer
installed version of Brainiac cleaned and restored all 43. Including the document you were working on
most presently. Continue log while
repairs to language barrier are fixed.~*~*~*
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IN TRANSLATOR==
La mae qed
Jalavat ven zu set zand saxat. Qed dja
sal xwanal----
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TO RECALIBRATE PERIMETER OF LANGUAGE BARRIERS==
La mae
qed Jalavat ven zu set zand saxat. Qed
dja sal xwanal----
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It was the museum first to be taken
over. The four of them converted the
entire thing into a temple of sorts. I
read something like this outta one of Kyle’s old comic books he owns from way
back. Only it was Lord Oberon and Lady
Titania… and it was a lot less
frightening than this.
If you could see them, you’d be
petrified! Ares is AWOL, which is good,
considering he’s, come to find out, more powerful than these guys! Deimos.
Phobos. Eros.
I remember someone once telling me
from their own point of view of Christianity that they believed the fallen
angels from when Satan, Lucifer, was cast from heaven were what ancient
civilizations called “gods”. I can
vouch for that now. These horrifying…
things… are… oh Rao, what am I going to DO?
This is Diana’s field!
I confronted them right? RIGHT there in the museum… kicked my ass,
they did. Totally FRIED my leather
jacket! Kyle BOUGHT me that leather
jacket too when he helped me design my new costume. You know the one? I
scanned the drawing of a comic they did with me recently, lemme find it.
There it is! Kyle’s was
much cooler, but you know what? The
response to that one is awesome. People
like the leather… AND the hair. Kyle, apparently, *REALLY* likes the whole
thing because any time I come home in that……
I can’t make it anywhere before he’s there and we’re…
Bruce likes the attire, *I* think,
because it’s darker… and BOTH of them like it because I’m flaunting it without
SHOWING it… And you should’ve heard
Wal’s and Barb’s comments when I showed up to the baby welcoming party last
week, they liked it too… heheh… I love the heels… The only reason I changed it is because Kal and I figured we
should… DARKEN ourselves in honor to the Gammatrilothixetyline 4-metta-5
jadatalynetal situation… People just
dunno how to respond! Even Bruce is
shocked, I think.
Anyway, THAT jacket, Kyle bought it
for my birthday twice! And TWICE it’s
been fried right off my back! DAMN
GODS!
After smacking me around a bit,
Deimos was SO close to eradicating my ass until Phobos came up and began to
whisper to him—apparently they don’t know I have super hearing…
“Brother, she’s one of those
modern-day gods that roam with the Princess of Themiscyra.”
“Oh please.”
“She is! You see how she’s taken the blows and the power she retaliated
with. Keep her here. Let us show this… ‘modern day god’ how
things were done when… heh… WE were young’uns!”
Deimos looked over his shoulder to
the creepy Eros, who clutched a golden apple in her hand in which golden worms
strived to break free. She grinned a
toothy grin in response.
“If Phobos wishes to play with the
young goddess, then let him. Perhaps
when it is time to capitalize on our new-found free-roaming, she can be used as
an example to Diana and the others. Go
ahead, Deimos my dear, let Phobos show her a good time.”
“Fine then.”
He turned back and raised a purple
glowing hand to me as I was hung—upside down—by vines that were choking and
restraining and all that fun stuff. He
brought a chagrin to his smile… a twisted addition that just completely and
totally… grr… what’s the word… it
frickin’ vexed me! STUPID damn
gods!!!!
A blast of purple and then silence
and black. Next thing I know I wake up
in the middle of the Langs’ fifty or so acres, in a corn field. My hair was a WRECK, my jacket was gone, and
one of those mother fuckers had managed to break three of my nails! It takes me four damn hours to do ONE
HAND!!!
After beating a new crater into the
ground, I hurried for the farm. I
decided to check on ma and pa and then call Clark. But when I got there, ma and pa were GONE. Even Streaky and all the farm animals
were! There was a huge hole in the side
of the barn, and only Knight, a little solid black pony I was allowed to keep
after saving it’s life from a barn fire AS Kara Kent (long story) was
there. I tried to call Clark on my cell
phone as I ran out to check Knight over and guess what?
Just my DAMN luck.
The phone couldn’t get through. Believe me, I’ve tried practically every way
to call out, but no good. You may ask
why I didn’t just FLY out. Well, I
tried. But there’s some sort of
invisible shield around the entire town.
I was flying at mock two when suddenly my face met with the shield and…
I really sympathize with bugs that hit windshields now. I knocked myself out CLEAN for at least an
hour.
Finally I decided to go out and find
Ma and Pa. (You may ask about Knight—I
sealed him away in the barn, the only access being from the top.) The shield makes it nighttime all the time
here. BUT obviously it doesn’t block
out the solar power I need to keep going because I’m just as strong as
always. Kinda.
See… apparently magic and Kal and
I… well… we just DON’T get along. And the entire town’s been TAKEN OVER by
magic! Everyone and everything! I walk down the street and there’s a dog
talking to the Barber while he’s scraping his arm to the bone, putting whatever
he gets off into a bucket… GROSS but
true. I thought Unity was bad! Everyone here is different—but they’re
evil! I nearly had a vampire BITE me
just shortly before a werewolf raked my back three times with his—or her,
they’re not exactly gender specific—claws.
That’s why I’m writing in Argonian, diary. Even if you’re autotranslating…
Argonian’s just so much easier for me to think in compared to this lower
form English language they speak… WHO
in their right mind would make so many letters just to use some more than the
others?!
Anyway… The werewolf being a magical creature… My back and sides are very much chewed up BAD. Why is it EVERY crisis something bad happens
to me? Kal’s mind being taken over by
Darkseid, I was shot and nearly died…
When I got effing kidnapped by Harley, Poison Ivy and Sparky… That time when Sparky and Volcana got
me… (DAMN!) that possession thing that Dick started and passed to Kyle, that…
that… that THING happened… poor Barbara too…
(I really ought to talk to her about that, shouldn’t I?) When Kal was killed, I worked so hard, got
in that nuclear blast, and got beat so bad I lost one of my kidneys! (Thank God Kryptonians and Argonians have
THREE…) During that time when Justin
went ballistic and put me under some sorta spell to MARRY him. Oh, there was Car, lost my voice. Gamma-Jada-Facet, Kal and I both got sick
with the GJF… IN it’s truest form… and
Batman saved our asses… now this! Why
don’t we heal easily? That’s easy to
answer.
We would if we just sat down!!! But can we do that?! NO!
We’ve always got SOMETHING happening!
I *HATE* walking talking puppet guys that try to turn you into a giant
fucking Barbie doll and sell you to some foreign queen for her granddaughter!
Long story.
I’ve been trying to reach Kyle
mentally… but I can’t… and I don’t think anyone I know even notices I’m gone… I
rarely talk to Barbara these days, or Clark, or Bruce… or ANYone… Except for Kyle, and he knows I was visiting
Ma and Pa… and with his OWN life…
Sometimes I wonder if they’d even
notice if I were dead.
…
They wouldn’t.
And yes, I am sour. I always find the time of day for everyone…
EVERYone! And does anyone do the same
for me? NO! Not BRUCE, not KYLE… “But
I have so much to do!” So do I!! Don’t they think I just MIGHT have a lot to
do since I got promoted to personal secretary to the Vice-President of the
United States, Pete Ross, by President Luthor?
Oh, I tried to get to work at Wayne Enterprises, but I missed the
interview date Bruce set for me because of an earthquake in Tokyo, and him
being the ever-strict employer said “No time” to my asking for a second
date! I tried to get away from the
whole Luthor thing… but it’s too
late. At least VP Ross is cool… AND one
of Clark’s old buddies from high school, so we get along good.
I’m rambling, aren’t I? DAMN it all to hell.
I’m doing this because I have fangs
now on top of the fact that I’m losing more blood again then I can
reproduce. That’s right. Fangs.
And when I went back to Snow Wolf
for help? Cows had murdered the poor
man! Cows with red eyes and big-ass
fangs and foam and… ewwwww, they gave a
new meaning to “Mad Cow”…
I think I’m upset with his
death… I think once the magic
dissipates, I’ll be a little more empathetic…
I was thinking his prediction about one near me perishing meant him… yeah… well… that was until I found Pa.
…
That one hurts. Just thinking about what happened is…
I’m not going to think about it.
…
Okay… I’m signing out for now, I’ve gotta try to stop those three
before they can kill others, then break free and do this to the entire
world—which IS their plan… I *know* it…
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Kyle, dal du
bennia kiti gre, gralan wala…
Mi lisifa du,
Kyle… gralan wala jabannaya.
Kyle,
if you ever read this, know that…
I love
you, Kyle. Know that forever…
Kamata,
Kara