Two inspirations to write this story: Norse Mythology and Frank Capra's movie It's a Wonderful Life (EUA, 1946). Both freely (very freely) inspired.

I had a great team helping me:

MarvelDC31, you're always so kind fixing my lousy English, criticizing and giving great feedbacks. I have been learning a lot. Thank you. :D

BiaZor-El, You encouraged me to write this story when it was just a vague idea, and was also so patient reading, rereading, criticizing and giving wonderful ideas. Muito obrigada :D

I hope you like to read it as much as I liked do write. Enjoy.

Warning: The mistakes in comments are all mine :p

Disclaimer: Supergirl belongs do DC, CW and WB. (Did I forget something or somebody?)

Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it!

VALHALLA (*)

Chapter 1 - "There are places I remember..."

Near Christmas, National City was, once again, shaken by an earthquake. Everybody was doing whatever they could to help. With the DEO in a state of alert, trying to maintain the alien prisoners confined, the work in the organization was double. Even so, off the record, Hank authorized some agents, including Alex, to go on the streets. In addition, the DEO was actively monitoring the city and facilitating communication, especially with Supergirl.

In the SUV that crossed the city at full speed with all the headlights on, Alex was in a panic. Following an aftershock, a twenty-floor building had its beam master damaged in the 4th underground level and it was falling very fast. Called by the firefighters, Supergirl's mission would be to support the building until it could be completely evacuated. The agent knew how tired her sister was, flying all over the city, trying to do as much as possible for days without any rest. Besides, the weather was overcast and that didn't help somebody who needed the sun so much.

"You cannot go in there," Alex turned on the radio.

"I can and I will. There are still people there."

As a soldier and a scientist, the agent knew the logic, lose one to save many, but to the hell with logic. That was her sister!

"We can anchor the building. The DEO will help."

"That is not an option anymore. There's no time."

"At least wait for me, I'm almost there."

"Alex, listen."

"I won't listen to you. If I was there I would shoot a kryptonite bullet in your leg or would use the handcuffs… maybe even both."

Kara looked to the top of the building in front of her. Even with so many people around her she felt strangely lonely—not solitude of the body, but the one of the soul—and she felt that she won't not come back.

She remembered what she had read days ago, that people say that the life passes before your eyes when you're about to die. Hers passed very quickly: her life on Krypton, the pod, the explosion. Earth, Midvale, school, the first time at the movies, National City, CatCo, the airplane in flames, Supergirl. Her parents, Kal-El, Jeremiah, Eliza, Winn, J'onn, James, Cat... Alex.

"Speed up the car, dammit," the agent screamed at the DEO driver. When they arrived she even waited for the vehicle to completely stop before she disembarked, only to see the red and blue figure disappearing fast. Kara had left.

"Supergirl, the building is empty," she heard the fireman's voice.

Absolutely exhausted, holding the beam above her head in a place illuminated just by the weak emergency lights, Kara asked Rao to guide her to her Kryptonian family. She turned on the communicator for the last time.

"Alex!"

"I'm here," standing in the streets, the oldest sister couldn't hold back her tears.

"Never forget how much I love you."

"I love you, too, Kara."

Kara closed her eyes before lowering her arms.

"El Mayarah."

Author's Notes:

(*) In Norse mythology, Valhalla is a majestic, enormous hall located in Asgard, ruled over by the god, Odin. Chosen by Odin, half of those who die in combat travel to Valhalla upon death, led by valkyries, while the other half go to the goddess Freyja's field Fólkvangr.

To be continue…

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