This piece of fanfiction is apart of an ongoing collaberative project by the members of the Star Quill Society called The Legion of Superheroes: Arete Saga

The first installment, Arete Season 1: The Rebirth of Valor, is located in the cartoon section. We had planned to move it to the comics section but persisting technical difficulties prevent this. So, we have decided to post the rest of the series here.

This is a collection of missing, deleted or draft pieces from 'The Rebirth of Valor'. These may NOT go in chronological order.

Also, to gain more readership we made a website: losh arete. wikia. com (w/o the spaces of course)

I have six one-shots ready to go but they may be posted irregulary. Also, beyond these first six events do not expect chronological order. If you haven't read 'The Rebirth of Valor', I hope this pique's your interest and encourages you to look in our profile for it. If you don't like spoilers, it is STRONGLY advised you go read 'Rebirth of Valor' first.

MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

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Story: Arete Season 1: The Rebirth of Valor

Moment: Calling Home

By Mirror's Mirage

Takes Place During AS1.1 (Arete Season 1 Episode 1):

When Fate is At Hand

January 5th, 3007

Willowreath Manor, Brande's Residence

Famian was assisting the cook with breakfast, cracking eggs and the like when the kitchen door creaked open. Both cook and Famian looked up.

"Master Garth, good morning," the man greeted brightly; pretending to ignore the wide yawn and the messy hair as he swiped sweat from the ivory horns wrapping around his skull. "I trust you slept well,"

Garth scratched his head, covering another yawn with his free hand. "Mornin'. Do you 'ave a com-line I could use?"

"Certainly. It's in the room just down the hall; it's marked."

"Thanks," Garth walked off then came back, walking backwards. "By the way, you should get the orange kid medical attention or something,"

"Oh no, what happened?" Emma the cook gasped.

"He tried to wake me up," Garth said after a pause. Then he walked off.

"Oh dear. I better go see then," Famian sighed, setting down his tools and setting off at a run.

Garth leaned against the desk, stifling another yawn as he stretched, arching his arms over his head. The com-line was going through and it was ringing on the other end. He didn't have to wait long before the com-line flicked on.

"Garth!" Perla's face lit up at the sight of her son. "I was so worried! You haven't called since your first day on the cruiser!"

"Sorry, Mom. A lot's happened,"

"Wait, I'll get your father." she dashed off and Garth could hear her screaming frantically in the background. "Luc, Luc! Garth's okay! He called!"

There was a lot of commotion in the background before both of his parents appeared.

"Garth, how are you? You look like you just rolled out of bed," Luc commented.

"That's because I did." he yawned as if to prove it.

"Maybe you should call later and get some more sleep." Perla suggested.

"Nawh, I'm fine, Mom. I just remembered I hadn't called in awhile."

"So, where are you? Did you arrive safely, make any friends...?"

"You haven't been watching the news?"

"No, there's been harvest—news? ! What does what you've been doing have anything to do with the news?"

"There's no need to panic." Luc pointed out.

"Relax. I'm in one piece. Well, it actually has to do with R.J. Brande."

The story was a long one—Garth had to keep pausing when Perla gasped in shock but for the most part, his parents listened intently even though they were burning with questions.

"I told you not to electrocute anyone."

"Mom! They were bad-" Garth peered at the screen, into his mother's face. "Are you joking with me?"

Luc guaffed. "Of course she is! Those assassins deserved it."

"I'm glad I didn't see this on the news." Perla confessed. "I don't think I would have taken it well. Garth, I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Mom."

"See, what did I tell you?" Luc said boastfully to his wife. "Nothing to worry about. He can take care of himself."

"And others too, apparently."

"If I didn't, I won't be here." Garth reasoned.

The smile on his mother's face flickered as a trace of sadness flashed into her brown eyes. "I suppose...that is true."

"So where are you, anyway?" Luc interrupted.

"Well, R.J. Brande was pretty grateful-"

"I should hope so! Too many of these rich and powerful people just write a check and leave."

"Don't worry, Mom. He's not like that. His two kids helped us, after all. He put us up in his house after we handed Benedict over to the Science-Police. They were really...crabby about a bunch of kids catching the crooks."

Perla sniffed. "I would think protectors would know when to swallow their pride."

Garth shrugged. "Not my problem."

"Well, just make sure to call more often. You know we worry."

"You mean you worry." Luc corrected. "I tell you not to worry."

"Don't worry, Mom; I'll call more often."

"You'd better! Oh, I know! I'll send you a care package."

"That'd be great. Talk to you later."

"We love you."

"Love you too."

Garth never did call his parents during the story; this is to remedy that.

May be a little disjointed

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