Prologue:

It was a dark and cloudless night. The stars could been seen twinkling in the sky. A couple, Jonathan and Martha Kent were sitting by a small lake in the middle of the woods. A blanket lay over the two, with their clothes thrown away to the side. The laid there naked as the day they were born with Jon wrapping his hands around his young wife.

"It's beautiful here John," Martha whispered as her husband kissed her ears and down her neck, "so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you my perfect wife," the man whispered holding her tighter as his seed dripped from between her thighs.

"You just say that," she whispered.

"No, I mean it," the man said giving her another kiss, "the week I spent with you, has been the best week of my life. You have made me the happiest man in the world."

Martha smiled as she turned to him,"thank you John. Thank you for this year. Thank you for marrying me…..thanks you for accepting me even after….after-"

"-Shush, love. It's okay. You don't have to say it. I don't care."

"But I want to, I want to have your baby!" Martha said with tears rolling down her face, "seven damn it I want to have your child. Why did the Gods curse me with such a weak body?"

Jonathan kissed his wife's forehead and drew her closer, "I don't care. I only care for one thing, you."

Martha smiled as she snuggled closer to her husband, "if only we had a child. One perfect child. That would our lives perfect."

The farmer smiled at his wife, "maybe we can adopt. I don't care if it is not my own child, if he, or she, is raised by us then the world will know their name."

Martha smiled and turned to the sky. A falling star burned across the night sky "perhaps we should make a request to the Gods?"

Jonathan chuckled, "which Gods? Mine or yours?"

"Why not both?"

The farmer smiled and his wife and him got up and looked to the star. The cold air battered Martha's skin but she didn't care. They both bent down and closed her eyes. John sent a prayer to the Old Gods while Martha prayed to the Seven. After a moment they opened their eyes and looked at each other.

"Think it worked?" asked Martha.

Jonathan shrugged, "only time will tell. Now come, let us get dressed. It is quite a walk to the farm and the sooner we get there the sooner we can sleep."

Martha smiled, "don't forget John, we have to see the Langs tomorrow to batter for some extra grains."

Jonathan nodded as he put on his small clothes and his plain slacks, "yes, maybe you should come to, Laura likes talking with you, it could help get us some more grains."

Martha chuckled as she slipped on her dress, "is that all I am to you Kent? A way for you to get extra grain?"

Jonathan smiled as he kissed her, "you are worth more to me than anything Martha, never forget that."

The couple smiled and just then a roar tore across the sky. It sounded like an large ram breaking through a castle door as a bright light took over the night sky.

Suddenly a bright light shined from the forest, it looked like fire had come alive and was tearing through the trees as whatever was it drew closer and closer to Jonathan and Martha.

"Move!" Jonathan yelled as he grabbed his wife and moved just in time to see a large metal object crash through the tree line ripping across the earth and stopping right at the edge of the lake.

Martha and John were thrown back, but luckily neither were hurt. Jonathan quickly got up and checked on his wife. After seeing that she was unharmed he moved to the mysterious object that was now still.

"Jonathan don't!" Martha cried out.

"I'll be carefull," the farmer replied as he observed the object. The land around it was destroyed, Jonathan could see wooden branches on the ground lite up aflame. The ground was hot, but the heat couldn't go through Jonathan's boots.

He approached the object and saw that it was oddly shaped. The front was circular with four large tube like structure moving from it. The farmer touched the tubes only to find them hot to the touch, his skin almost got burnt from the single second he touched it.

"What is it?" Martha asked.

"I don't know," the man replied as she carefully went to the front of the object. The very tip of the strange metal thing was near the edge of the lake, but on the spherical surface was a strange symbol, "Martha," he called out, "come here. Take a look at this."

His dutiful wife did just that as she approached him and looked at what he was pointing at. It was a symbol she had trouble recognizing. It looked like a diamond with an S in the middle. The S was very stylish with a thick center and very thin edges.

"What do you think it is?" Jonathan asked.

"It looks like...it looks like an 'S', yet different. It is similar to our common tongue yet so different. It might be the coat of a house or something."

Jonathan shook his head, "I don't recognize this as house symbol of any River Lord."

"Do you think it could be from somewhere else?"

"No….. I don't think this is from Westeros Martha."

"Then…..where…." she and her husband turned together and stared at the sky, "Jonathan you don't think that this…..that is..."

"That this came from the Gods?" the man shook his head, "no. It can't be. After all we asked for a child didn't we? All we have is this great lump of metal with a S on top."

Just then the sphere in the front of the object hissed. The sphere split in half as it slowly opened upwards with a bright blue light shining from within. Jonathan moved back, but Martha stayed rooted in that one spot.

Inside was revealed to be filled with a bright red blanket with several different coloured lights flashing. Martha and Jonathan had never seen anything so beautiful, the lights themselves were proof enough that this was an object sent from the heavens.

And just then the red blanket moved. Martha immediately moved closer and looked down at the blanket to see the face of a small baby looking up at her.

"John, the Gods...they have answered our prayers," she bent down without heading her husband's protest and picked up the small babe.

"Is it...is it human?" Jonathan asked in worry.

"Why would the Gods send us a child who is not human John?" Martha asked as she pulled back the red blanket revealing the face of the child.

The baby was a boy, even now his square jaw line was very prominent. On his head was a small tuft of black hair curling down with bright blue eyes that shined like the sky.

"He is perfect," the farmer whispered as he gently carried the baby in his strong arms looking at him, "I still cannot believe that the Gods were kind Martha."

"What shall we name him?" she asked.

"I...I do not know."

"How about-"

GROAN

Jonathan and Martha jumped back as suddenly the land around the metal object started to groan and crack. The moment they were far enough the ship began sinking into the lake as the area around it wasn't strong enough to hold it's weight. Jonathan and Martha watched as the mysterious object with the flashy lights fell deeper and deeper into the lake. Steam hissed from the lake, the metal was still hot, it blocked all view of the lake and the surrounding area.

Jonathan was the first to snap out of his stupor as he turned to his wife, "we need to go, now."

"Why?"

"The Gods gave us a son Martha, but they should have been more careful about it. I am sure someone other than us saw this come here. If people found this boy...our boy, they would take him from us. We need to go, now."

"Give him to me, I'll carry him," Jonathan nodded as he gave the boy away and grabbed their blanket. The two began to ran towards their farm.

Just as they were about to reach the main path to their home Jonathan spotted a few figures approach them in the distance. The two moved quick, they avoided the roads and instead walked through the forest, something which might have been dangerous to do, if Jonathan hadn't grown up around thoes parts.

They didn't stop until they reached the familiar sight of their fence and made sure to only stick to the shadows.

The quickly entered their small stone walled hut and shut the door behind them. The child in their arms was fast asleep by now, not even steering a bit when they ran through the woods. Jonathan and Martha began to catch their breath once more as they sat down on their bed.

"We can't tell anyone," Martha said as she held the sleeping boy.

"Of course," Jonathan replied, "the Gods gave him to us and no one else. We shall raise him as our own."

"What if someone asked how we got him?"

"Say we found him on our doorsteps. We'll tell them we found no note from or sign of his real parents. So we took him in and raised him as our own."

"But wouldn't that be suspicious? If a child was to appear just as a star fell from the sky-"

"-Martha," Jonathan said cutting her off. She was starting to ramble, she was afraid, "I promise, nothing will happen to the boy as long as we are his parents. No one knows what happened, the people we saw coming towards the lake were probably the Langs or even the Bukwalls. No one know about our son, no one will know."

"But-"

"-No one will ever equate a falling star to a lost babe. People will never think to join the two, and why would they? When was the last time you heard of a boy sent from the Gods?"

The woman finally calmed down and nodde. She rocked the baby slowly as she looked at him smiling, "we will need to feed him milk."

"We have plenty of cows, we can feed him milk from them."

"What about a crib? The child will need somewhere to sleep."

"I'll go into town later and get him one."

"We still haven't decided on a name you know."

The man smiled as he put an arm around his wife and son, "do you have something in mind?"

Martha looked at the baby boy and smiled, "Clark, Clark Johnathan Kent."

The farmer nodded. The put held his new family close as they smiled at the beautiful gift sent from the heavens above.