The Vanished Life
“At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one’s lost self.”
- Brendan Francis, Irish Poet
The desert wind caressed his face as J'onnJ'onzz, the last of his kind, stood alone in the Gobi Desert. His adopted home world had a wide range of environments: lush forests, dense jungles, cool meadows, high mountains. But the Martian always found himself drawn back to the deserts. The deserts here felt most like home.
He bent down, gathered a handful or the coarse sand, and let it run through his fingers. It danced on the wind before rejoining the earth. The rough rocky formations all around him were pale reminders of a life and a love long gone. They were poor substitutes for the rising towers of rock and plateau of his native land, but if he closed his eyes and made still his mind, he could connect to those lost memories, to those lost loved ones of his past.
When he remembered Ma'aleca'andra, J'onn always felt both a warming comfort and a terrible weight. Being the last Martian in the universe was a heavy burden to carry. He was so very, very lonely.
But he was not alone. He was part of a team, a family. And there was another like him in this family. The last son of Mars opened his eyes and pulled out his League communicator. He opened up his contact list, found Kal-El’s personal link, then typed in a simple request: “42.59°N, 103.43°E”
The Martian Manhunter may be alone in the universe, but he was not the only one…