Chapter 3:

Clark Kent lifted the wheat sacks over his head with one arm loading them off his family's cart. He grumbled, forced to do them one at a time as there were too many people around for him to use his powers without gaining attention.

He was now fifteen years old, Clark had grown up to be quite a man. His body had filled out very well as he grew taller than his father, standing at a good 6 feet weighing a good 12 stones of muscle. His body was covered with muscles from all his hard work in the farm, his jaw line squared and wide that made women look twice.

His eyes however were the most powerful lure for people as they seem to reflect the very sky themselves, cobalt blue. His hair was messy, but charcoal black and his smile made the women around him swoon.

Over the years Clark grew accustomed to hiding his powers from the people, but he also took to using them whenever he could. Thanks to his strength and speed the Kent's were able to produce more grain than everyone else in the land. Lord Piper himself once commented on how good it was to have such hardworking people on hand.

Calrk's family quickly grew richer than the rest of the farmers around them thanks to this increase in production. Often they would give what they had on hand to other starving families, like the Lang's had done for them when times were tough.

"All set Clark?" Jonathan asked with a smile seeing all the produce they hauled into town.

"Yes father, just got the last bail of hay," Clark nodded.

"Good, now do you remember what you have to buy?" Jonathan asked as he waved to a friend in passing.

"Yes father, and before you ask, yes, I also have the money mother gave me, safe and sound," Clark patted his chest pocket, "shall I go get them now?"

"Yes, I'll stay here, be safe Clark, and remember," Jonathan sent an unspoken command to remain hidden, to which Clark agreed.

Soon the son of the Gods, which Martha and Jonathan took to calling him whenever he did an exceptional job in the fields, walked into town buying the various things his mother asked of him.

He got milk, new sheets, a couple of eggs and even a deer. Since that fateful hunting trip Clark had taken care whenever he went out hunting. He didn't realise it then but he had been committing a crime when he killed that deer and wolf.

Technically the animals belonged to Lord Piper, something Clark found unfair. How could someone own animals that they have never cared too or for? It was insane! But alas such was the rule of the land and Clark knew he had no say in it.

Since then he always limited those hunting trips to once a month, and always made sure he wasn't seen. If Lord Piper found out there was no telling what he would do, but Clark was careful, so every month his family got enough meat for a few weeks, but they still got some from the market, in order to keep up appearances.

As Clark walked back with the goods he noticed the people gathering around a man standing on an altar in the middle of the market place. He was dressed in blue robes with gold trimmings, a scale was attached to a chain around his neck. This was a septon, the castle preacher who had come down to address the masses.

Clark looked around and found his father near one end of the crowd looking cross. Clark quickly walked up to the man who acknowledged him with a node. Together they turned and listened to what the preacher had to say.

"-Pray gentle people, for the health of our king and queen, embrace the teachings of the seven and remember, be warned of the rumours of raiders seen around these parts. Lord Piper does his duty and protects, but even he cannot be everywhere."

The crowd quickly dispersed as the septon got upon his richly decorated horse surrounded by his men and trotted off towards Pinkmaiden castle.

Clark and Jonathan walked back to their stall as Clack spoke up, "what was he speaking about father?"

"The raiders," Jonathan growled, "they have been spotted nearby."

"Why doesn't Lord Piper do something about them?"

"He can't, they are too disorganized, there is no way to strike them since we know not where they are in the first place. Besides, this has been happening long enough, people are used to it by now."

"That shouldn't be the case," Clark groaned, "a lord's duty is to protect his people, if he fails to do that what kind of a lord is he?"

"Hold your tongue Clark," Jonathan hissed looking around for eavesdroppers, finding none he sighed, "do not talk about this now, no out here. Now, have you got everything your mother asked for?"

Clark nodded showing his father. The day then went by quickly, and by the afternoon they had sold all their produce for the day leaving Clark free. He went around talking to his friends, Thomas, Gilbert, Norbert and all the other farmer boys who he came to see as close friends.

But when he reached the Lang's cart he smiled as he meet his best friend in the world, Lana Lang.

She was working at hr stall, but smiled seeing Clark, "Kent! I thought you weren't going to come!"

Clark smiled, "I have work to do first. How is today's produce?"

Lana shrugged, "can't complain, how is your father? And Mother?"

"Both are well, and your parents?"

"They are fine, why just last week," Lana stopped with a gasp as she looked over Clark's shoulder, her eyes widening.

Clark looked surprised before he turned as well spotting a noblewoman walking across the stalls with several guards around her. She had blonde hair that went till her lower back and deep blue eyes. Her dress was deep brown with silver trimmings and her large bosom was practically popping out of her dress near the top.

"Isn't that lady Piper?" Clark asked curiously.

"Yes!" Lana gasped, "she has never come out of her castle before! She's beautiful!" Clark would admit she was gorgeous, her face looked softer than a feather and her eyes gentle as can be. It also helped that her larger than normal breasts seemed to jutten upwards.

"I didn't think her father or brothers would ever allow her to come down here, aren't they very protective?" Clark asked.

"Yes, they are," Lana nodded, "but I think she forced them into this. On my Gods! She's coming over here now!"

Lady Piper gracefully walked over to the Lang's stall looking over the produce. Her guards shoved Clark to the side, and the Kent boy, not wanting to cause any trouble, walked away cautiously.

"W-welcome my lady," Lana bowed deeply, "can I interest you in anything?" she was blushing, Clark could tell she was nervous.

"Yes, what do you sell?" Lady Piper asked in a gentle voice.

"W-we sell grains my lady, and milk and chess," Lana stammered out.

"I see, and do you sell bread?"

"No my lady, we do however give the miller grains to make the flour."

"So you don't make bread," Lady Piper dismissed her, walking way to another stall.

Clark chuckled as he walked next to Lana whose blush was redder than her hair, "I think she wants bread."

"You think?" Lana spat out, "god's that was scary."

"Oh Lana that was nothing, she's just a girl, like you. If you just just realised that you wouldn't feel so scared."

Lana raised an eyebrow, "of really? Well if you think that way Clark why don't you go up to her and talk to her? If she's just a normal girl that shouldn't be a problem right?"

Clark meet Lana's eyes for a long time, and just as Lana smiled thinking she had won Clark nodded, "alright, I'll do that."

Lana blushed, "w-what?!" Clark began walking over to Lady Piper while Lana yelled at him, "don't do it you idiot!" But clark wasn't listening.

"Excuse me my lady," Clark called out, the guards all turned towards him, doing their best to be intimidating, but Clark wasn't scared.

Lady Piper looked up from the produce and blinked in surprise at the commoner calling her. "Yes?" she asked, curious as to who this man was.

"If you're looking for bread then the miller Kylen over there makes them fresh every day," Clark pointed at a stall across the market.

The Lady looked over and spotted racks of bread on display. She turned to Clark and nodded, "I see. And do you know where I can get some fresh fish?"

"Well that's impossible my lady, no one sells it at the market. But if you want there's a lake near the edge of the hold which had fishes living in it. You could get some from there."

"I see, are you saying you can get me fish?"

Clark blinked, "no, I don't think so. I'm terrible at fishing, but I'm sure one of your guards would be happy to get it for you," Clark smiling at the growling guards.

Lady Piper smiled, "I see, what's your name?"

"Clark Kent my lady, my stall sells wheat and other vegetables, so if you're interested you can visit," clark pointed at his own stall.

"I see," the Lady smiled, "well then I shall see it if I have the time. Take care Kent," and with that she turned away walking towards another stall.

Clark smiled as he walked back to Lana who had her jaw dropped. "H-how did you do that?!" Lana asked.

Clark shrugged, "told you, treat them like a human being."

The two friends spoke for a while before Clark had to leave. He helped his father pack up and soon they were off, reaching their home by nightfall.

After dinner Clark went to bed in his room in the barn. When Clark grew bigger his father realised he couldn't stay in the house forever, there was barely enough space for Martha and Jonathan. So with Clark's help they made a second rafter inside the barn which served as Clark's room.

Clark however did not go to sleep that night, he waited for it to be late enough, and when he was sure his parents were asleep he sneaked out of the barn and into the forest.

He ran down a route he had long ago memorised and reached a clearing where a woman sat in wait for him.

Lana looked down from the sky and meet Clark's eyes, "I was beginning to think you weren't going to come."

"I'm sorry," Clark smiled as he walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her hips, holding her tight.

"Prove it," she whispered as she leaned in capturing Clark's lips with her own. His arm cupped her face, deepening their kiss as she run her hands down his muscular body.

They broke apart after what seemed like eternity, Clark smiling down at her as Lana smirked, "not bad."

"Not bad? Now I know you're joking," Clark chuckled as they sat down on the soft grass, Clark resting his head on her lap as they looked up at the sky.

"So what did you think about the lady?" Lana asked.

Clark smirked, "are you asking if I found her attractive."

Lana hissed, flicking his forehead, "no, you may be handsome Clark Kent, but I doubt a lady would lower her status and cohort with someone like you."

"So that means you have me all to yourself," Clark smirked, "was that your plan all along?"

Lana rolled her eyes, "yes, you caught me. I'm a scheming Lannister in disguise, prat."

Clark chuckled as they quieted into silence. After a moment he spoke, "I'm going to ask your father for your hand in marriage."

Lana's eyes went wide, "what?!"

"What? Don't think it's the right time?" Clark asked he picked himself up meeting her eyes.

"I-I don't know," Lalna's cheeks blushed red, one won't usually be able to see this in the darkness of the night, but Clark's eyes were not normal.

"Lana, do you want to be with me?" Clark asked with hurt in his voice.

"Of course I do you fool!" Lana yelled out, "if I didn't do you think i would be out here every other night snogging you silly?!"

"Then what's the problem?" Clark asked.

"Well, it's just," Lana sighed, "I feel like we are too young."

"My parents got married around the same age you know," Clark argued.

"Yes, I know, but...I-" Lana's stammered, Clark leaned forward kissing her once more, silence her babbling.

Once she was clam he moved back and held her hands in his own, "Lana Lang, will you marry me?"

Lana looked into his eyes and smiled, "yes Clark, I do."

Clark smiled, "good, then it's settled. If you want I'll wait for another year until I ask your father's permission, but have no doubt woman, as of this moment you are mine."

Lana smiled, "and you are mine."

They embraced each other once more, Clark's hands slowly went to her dresses seams as he gently untied them. They clawed at each other, Clark gently, making sure not to hurt his love.

Lana's back was to the ground as their clothes flew away to the sides. Clark's throbbing member stood up mast, it's girth like Lana's wrist, it's little under a foot. Lana had seen dick's before, but never one with such great size. Clark was blessed by the god's themselves, and she was blessed to have him.

He slowly inserted himself into her arm folds, making her gasp in compounding pleasure as the hot rod ground against her wet folds. She spread her legs wide and apart, clawing at his back as he put himself inside her fully, Lana gasped in pleasure feeling it hit the entrance of her womb.

She felt herself being stretched out fully, she slowly locked her legs around his hips and whispered, "do it."

Clark kissed her hard as he began to move, gently, but with vigor. Lana's hips buckled, her throat screaming for him to go faster as she felt wave after wave of warm pleasure enter her body. She gasped out his name in pleasure, feeling his warmth blanket her as she finally achieved release.

Clark pulled his member out of her and stepped back, Lana spread her arms and legs, panting as sweat covered her from head to toe. Clark bent down and kissed her whispering, "ready?"

Lana smiled, "ready."

Clark picked her up and turned her around on her arms and knees. He grabbed her hips with his powerful hands and lined up his rod, pushing it in with a single trust. Lana's breasts swayed with each thrust, Clark put himself into her full, groaning at the warmth he felt.

They spent an hour making love, her cries of pleasure would have woken up every animal in the forest, yet all knew not to disturb the one that radiated warmth like the sun. to do that would be certain death.

When they were done Lana and Clark splet arm in arm with their clothes serving as a cover. They slept till a few hours before sunrise when they both had to return home to avoid suspicion. Lana put on her dress and walked back quickly, while Clark took his time.

He's speed allowed him to reach home in minutes, just as his father and mother were waking up.

He walked into the house with a smile, "morning mother."

"Morning Clark," Martha smiled as she readied breakfast, "there's some milk on the table, help yourself."

Clark nodded as he did just that. His father than came out and sat down next to him, "morning Clark."

"Morning father."

"So, did you do it?" he asked.

Clark paused for a moment, he hid his surprise and asked, "w-what do you mean?"

"Did you ask Lana to marry you?" Jonathan clarified, watching in interest as Clark grew red in the face.

"I-I don't-"

"Oh don't like Clark, you are bad at it, at least when lying to us," Martha chuckled as she placed bread and boiled vegetables before them.

"How did you know?" Clark asked.

"What? That you go out every night when you think we are asleep to meet up with her?" Jonathan smirked seeing his son's shocked face, "please Clark, we were doing the same before you were even born."

"How did you know I asked her to marry me?!" Clark blurted out.

"Because we thought it was about time that you did," Martha smiled, "after all you two were friends since birth. We were actually going to confront you about it today, give you a speech about responsibility and not to take advantage of a maiden's heart, but I think that won't be an issue now."

Clark looked from his father to mother with open surprise. "You two are impossible!" the Kent's laughed as they quickly began to talk about where Clark and his wife would live, and more importantly when the wedding would be.

The Kent's understood Lana's hesitation about getting married, after all her father wasn't the most easy man to convince, he would belittle Clark every chance he got.

So Clark decided to spend the time she gave him wooing the man. He would go over to the Lang farm whenever he could, offer to help out whenever they needed his help and did his best to give off a good impression. The man was coming around to him, as Clark hoped he would.

The next month Clark and his parents rode into town with their cart full of produce. Their liege lord, had ordered all their produce to be taken into the castle for safekeeping. Apparently the bandit raids around these areas had gotten worse and worse by the day and he didn't want anything to happen to the produce.

Each farmer had gotten two guards to take them to the castle, for protection and to insure they brought all the goods, not storing anything away.

Clark sat up front with his father while his mother stayed with the cargo. He looked at the two guards standing between them and glared, "if we are attacked by bandits what are two guards going to do to help?"

"Quite Clark," Jonathan hissed, "it's not our place to question."

Clark clicked his teeth, "it never is." Clark didn't like authority, never had never would. He didn't think Lord Piper ever cared for his people, focusing more on their produce then them.

Slowly they reached a fork in the road where the Lang's caravan joined them, they two were accompanied by two guards.

Jonathan waved at Lana's father, "all set there Lang?!"

"All set Kent," the man gave a hearty smiled before noticing Clark, "you ready to help unload these goods boy?"

Clark nodded, "ready as I'll ever be sir!"

The Lang's went forward and Clark could see Lana sitting near the end of caravan with her legs over the edge. She looked up at Clark and his father and gave a polite smile, one which Clark gave back.

And then everything changed.

Several whistles came flying about. Clark watched in slow motion as flaming arrows came flying towards them. They tore into their caravans, the goods and one, flew right into the heart of Lana Lang.

Clark's eyes went wide, "NO!" he screamed as he jumped out and ran, faster than ever before, just in time to catch her body before it hit the ground. He cradled her, the rest of the world dying out around him.

He didn't notice the four guards that was escorting them being killed off by the flaming arrows. He didn't notice several men charging out of the several bushed besides the road. He didn't notice his father calling out for him.

"Lana? Lana?" he asked, patting her cheek in horror as she refused to move. The arrow had gone through her chest, she didn't even have the strength to close her eyes as the blank orbs looked up at him.

The future he envisioned for them, together, happy, it was all gone. Her smile, her cheer, all those nights together. All those times, gone before her eyes.

"Clark!" his mother's screams tore him away. He looked up and saw the chaos around him. He saw Lana's father being thrown out of his caravan as they beat him down. He saw Lana's mother being pulled by her hair behind bushes. He turned and saw his father with his blade in hand fighting off three men at once, with his mother hiding behind him.

"Kill them all!" a man standing behind a squad of archers yelled out. He was smiling, happy at the deaths he caused. Happy at the pain. And his smile infuriated Clark.

"You did this!" Clark yelled as he glared at the man, "you! You! You!" Clark felt his eyes heat up as suddenly they started to heat up sending twin beams of energy out of them. The bandit leader looked down in horror, but couldn't say a word as those beams of energy crashed into him, destroying him and his men in seconds, burning away the flesh and then burning away the bones.

Clark panted, he felt drained. There was twin pathways leading from him to the destroyed land. The fighting around him stopped, they all turned in horror at what he had just done. Everyone was struck dumb, and then one of the bandits were smart enough to call a retreat.

Jonathan put away his blade as he walked up to his son who was still holding Lana in his arms.

"It's not fair," Clark whispered, "it's not fair."

"Clark, we have to go," Jonathan whispered, "you have to leave her."

"No!" Clark cried out, "why do I have to-" he paused, finally realising what had happened. He killed those men, he looked at the Lang's, both alive if a little bruised. They looked at him in silent horror, to scared to even realise he held their dead daughter in his hands.

"Clark, please," Martha whispered. Clark knew he had to go, he put Lana down, tears running down his eyes. His mother guided him back home while his father spoke to the Langs. Clark looked over his shoulder, seeing Lana's dead body one last time.

Jonathan only returned by nightfall. Clark had waited patiently for him to do so, and when he did he pounced on him.

"And? What happened? What did you do?" Clark asked rapidly.

"Relax Clark," Jonathan calmed him down, "I spoke to Lang, needless to say he was astonished when I told the truth. He's agreed to keep your secret, he's agreed to never tell another soul. He's in mourning right now Clark, but if you wish, you can talk to him yourself later."

"And Lana? What about...what about her body?"

Jonathan looked down in sorrow, "they are making arrangements for her body. The funeral is in two days."

Clark remained silent, his parents tried to speak to him but he wasn't listening. He walked out of the house and to his barn, shutting himself away. He cried into the night, his heart aching in loose for the woman he loved.

He cried and cried and cried when he finally realized that enough was enough. He was all out of tears and sorrow, the only thing that remained was a burning anger that demanded to be quenched.

Those men who had attacked them, Clark had killed their leader and a few archers, but the rest, the rest had ran away. Lana's death was for nothing, they could have easily come in and taken what they wanted without bloodshed. But they wanted to hurt them, they wanted to torture them, so Clark would hurt them back.

Clark knew that everyone else would be just glad they lived, but he wasn't like everyone else. He was a son of God. He never let that title get to his head, always glad just to be raised by such an amazing family, but now, now was the time to live up to that name. To get vengeance.

He walked out of the barn, the night was cold, but he didn't care about that, he was used to the cold, he never felt more comfortable than when it was cold. His father used to joke this was proof he came from a Northern God because of this, but his mother would always argue it was the Warrior's bravery that supplied his warmth.

Clark snuck into his home and into his father's armory. He found the sword immediately, he grabbed it and walked out with a goal in mind.

He ran into the forest, running as fast as he could. He never once found an upper limit to his speed, but he never truly desired to be fast, but now, now with a goal in mind, with his fury demanding satisfaction, he forced himself to run faster.

He ran like a blur, faster than the human eye could process. If it was any other day Clark was have be enchanted by this, but now he had only one goal in mind, to kill.

He ran around in the forest for hours, checking behind every tree truck and every clearing. And finally, when he was beginning to lose faith, he saw a camp site up ahead.

He slowed down and hide behind a tree, he spied on them, they were the same bandits. Only three were awake, the rest asleep in their tents.

Clark didn't hesitate. He drew his father's blade and walked out from behind the tree. The sleepy guards failed to notice him, and so Clark walked behind one of the guards and swung his blade, cleaving his head from his shoulders.

The other guards grew alert, making as much noise as they could to wake the others up. Clark didn't wait for them to give off their warnings, he cut off their heads, his movements ungodly fast.

The others were now awake, slowly rubbing the sleep out of their eyes, but before they could even look to see what the commotion was about, Clark killed them.

He wasn't merciful, he wasn't in the mindset to be. He only cared for one thing, for blood to be split. He killed them all, one by one. Some weren't even awake when he stuck his sword into their hearts, they died in their sleep.

They camp site of people now was a camp sight of dead bodies. Clark sheathed his blade as he walked away. He looked at them and felt anger once more, this wouldn't bring her back, and he felt horrible for failing her. But he didn't regret killing them.

His eyes suddenly started to heat up, his anger and that feeling reminded him of his newest power. He focused on the bodies and suddenly those red beams blasted out, destroying the camp sight.

Clark watched at all their body burnt into nothing, leaving only ashes to be swept away into the wind. Clark put out the flames before he left, he didn't want this forest to burnt down thanks to his actions.

He walked slowly back home that night, his mind going through each and every memory he ever had of Lana. When he reached home it was morning, and his parents were waiting for him by the door.

He walked up to them and without saying a word handed his father the blood stained sword he had been holding all throughout the night.

His father didn't say a word he didn't ask him anything, one look at the sword told the man all he needed to know. Martha hugged her child closely as Clark's tears came down anew. They just stood there silently as they sun dawned upon them, the Kent's silent family moment.

Why doesn't Clark act more arrogant?- Well it's because he never saw reason to. He knows he the son of 'God', but he never really understood what that meant. He understands he's special, but he doesn't get why. It's like giving a cave man an iphone, he knows it's special, it's shiny and looks cool, but he doesn't understand why.

I do fully intend to make Clark understand his self worth soon though, that's going to be the next few chapters.

Why doesn't Clark's parents show him off?- Simple, they don't want thier child taken away from them by some lord to be raised as a squire in some far away land. Duh.

Also no, there won't be much crossovers happening with Superman, this is just a What if? where Kal-El ends up in the planet of Westeroes instead of Earth.