This is what happens when a nerd with a Classics degree thinks ‘what would happen if Kara’s pod landed in like 520 BCE and people thought she was a daughter of Athena’ and then thinks about it really hard for about two years
The woman stops her pacing, setting her pale and unevenly-coloured eyes on Kara, and in that moment Kara truly understands - for the very first time - how Helen of Troy’s face could have been beautiful enough to start a war.
“Enough. I’m tired of being passed from one person to the next. Tell me,” the woman says fiercely after Kara has been quiet for too long. “Who are you?”
“I’m, um,” Kara says, wiggling her feet nervously until they’re buried in the sand up to the ankle. “I’m Kara.”
The woman stares at Kara, incredulous and silent. It stretches out between them, those lingering questions and Kara’s unwillingness to answer them, until finally the woman’s shoulders sink and she breaks and deflates with a small, disbelieving laugh.
“Right. Well, I’m Lena,” she says, finally seeming to realize that her dress is torn and pulling it tighter around her body, “and if you don’t mean me harm, then I suppose you just saved me.”
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Kara’s pod crashes in 6th century Greece, her cousin nowhere to be found, and she grows up eager to emulate the heroes whose myths comforted her in the wake of Krypton’s destruction. When she accidentally reveals her powers and the world views her as a demigod, Kara begins to understand just how dangerous that can be.
