DC’s Dawnstar: Newscast

“OK. Ta love. Bye for now!” Mabel hung up the receiver on the telephone and walked back into the living room from the hallway. Ryan was still sat on the sofa looking through something on his mobile phone, and George was asleep in his chair, snoring. “George! Wake up!”

George yawned and stretched as his wife settled into her chair beside him.

“That was our Sheila. Where’s the remote? She’s telling me to turn the news on. It’s on! We’ve probably missed it now.”

George handed Mabel the remote control he found tucked down the side of his chair. Mabel pressed the button which powered up the TV in the corner of the room. Ryan looked up to see the end credits of the local news programme.

“Ooh!” Mabel fumed. “I knew I’d miss it!”

“No, Nan,” Ryan stood and walked over to her. “Remember, you can rewind the programme as you’ve not changed the channel.” He took the remote control off her, and pressed a button which caused the on screen image to move quickly in reverse.

“Oh, it would be her!” Mabel moaned, seeing who the daily newsreader was.

“I think it’s dead funny how you have the same name as her, Nan!” Ryan laughed.

“She has the same name as me, our Ryan, and don’t you forget it. Besides, she has that extra ‘E’ at the end of her name. We don’t need that George, do we?”

“There’s only one Mabel Green, love, and you’re it!” George smiled, glancing over to Ryan.

Ryan started to play the programme back just as a film of a factory in Leeds disappeared from view. Mabel Greene reappeared on screen. “And finally this morning,” the newsreader announced, “local authorities and the British Space Agency are investigating reports of a fireball over Rodderswych, West Yorkshire, in the early hours. The bright white light was seen by people from as far away as Kent in the south of England and the Highlands of Scotland. Air Traffic Control confirmed the trajectory of fragments of the fireball, which appeared as a sudden white flash, to three possible areas of the Rodderswych area. The BSA have advised there may be some meteorite fragments, and are advising residents not to touch them if they find them, and instead report their finding directly to the BSA. We will display their number on screen shortly. A spokeswoman for the BSA says the meteorites themselves will be harmless, but would like to study them without them being exposed to further contamination.” Mabel Greene’s smile filled the screen. “The BSA’s number is on screen now, so go out and check your gardens. You never know, you may find a little green man nearby!” She laughed and brought her hand up to her left ear. “Of course, I only joke!” she laughed. “There is no cause for concern. That’s it for this morning’s summary, and we’ll be back later with a full news roundup. Good bye for now.” The credits reappeared on screen, and Ryan switched the TV off.

“She really annoys me!” Mabel said. “She thinks she’s funny, and could’ve caused widespread panic then!”

“At least she’s deflected the attention from aliens!” George offered.

“Or brought attention to it. What if the meteorite bit was a cover? They’re actually looking for Dawn.” Mabel’s mind started to wander.

“Calm down, May!” George said. “She said they were looking for fragments. More than one.”

“Could be more than one alien, then!” Ryan suggested. “We don’t know.”

“Ooh, they’re looking for ‘er. They’re looking for ‘er. What are we goin’ to do now? Our Ryan’s murdered ‘er… she’s in our bedroom, on our bed.” Mabel stood. “They could knock on our door at any minute and barge themselves right up them stairs into our room. She said they tracked the trajectory. They know she’s ‘ere!”

“Nan, sit down again. Breathe.” Ryan said. “I’ll make us all another cup of tea. And I haven’t murdered her, I just shook her.”

George tapped Mabel’s arm again after she sat back down, and Ryan walked to the living room door. A loud knock came from the front door.

“Oh ‘eck!” Mabel cried. “They’re ‘ere! They’re ‘ere. They’ve found ‘er. Us. They’ve found all of us. They’ll arrest us all. We’ll end up in jail!” She bit her lip. “We’ll pretend we aren’t in. If we’re quick, we can sneak into the kitchen before they look through the window.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Come on, let’s go.”

Mabel, George and Ryan swiftly made their way to the kitchen, ignoring a second loud knock at the front door.

“We can’t ignore them forever.” George whispered. “Besides, don’t they have rights? Can’t they break in?”

“I don’t know about that, Grandad. Don’t forget, they’re the space agency, not the police.” Ryan sat his Nan in one of the chairs at the round kitchen table at the far side of the room. He pulled out another chair for George. “Here, Grandad, you sit down as well and calm Nan down.”

A third knock rapped on the door.

Ryan felt his mobile vibrate in his jeans pocket, so he retrieved it. He answered the call in a low voice, without checking who was calling. “Hello? Ah, Kate! Hi! Yes, where are you?” He looked at Mabel with a reassuring smile. “OK. We’re in, just a little busy. I’ll let you in now!” he ended the call and popped the phone back into his pocket. “It’s Kate at the door, Nan. No need to worry!” He flicked the switch on the kettle as he walked passed. He left the kitchen to open the door.

Nervously, Mabel looked at George, holding his arm. “What if it’s not Kate?”

“Mabel, it has to be Kate. We know she’s on her way. It’s more likely to be her than the space agency!”

A second later, Ryan returned to the kitchen following his old school friend.

“Hi Mr and Mrs Green!” Kate smiled warmly.


This is the eighth instalment of my fan fiction tale based on the DC Comics character Dawnstar.

The first part can be found here, the second here, and the third here.

The fourth part is here, and the fifth here. The sixth part is here.

The seventh part is here.

Dawnstar was created by Paul Levitz and Mike Grell. All other characters are of my own creation.

DC’s Dawnstar: Pondering

“Ooh, Ryan!” Mabel said sternly, giving her grandson a cup of tea as he sat on the sofa in the living room. “What’ve you done?”

“Don’t worry, son.” George said, taking a sip out of his cup as he sat in his armchair. “You’ve done nowt wrong.”

“Nowt wrong? Nowt wrong, George Green?” Mabel fumed. “It was all your fault. If you ‘adn’t gone knockin’ on next door, I’d have been ‘ere when our Ryan came in and I could’ve stopped him getting to Dawn.”

“Nan, calm down. Sit down and have a drink.” Ryan said, “And have a custard cream as well.”

“I only went to tell ‘im about his security light, Mabel.” George said.

“Oh no you didn’t, George. You went to phone the police. I knew what you were thinkin’ when I saw you standin’ at their gate.”

“Mabel, I said I wouldn’t and I wouldn’t. They might have a camera on the back which caught her going into the shed. I was going to see if they did.”

“Into the shed? Nan… Grandad, what’s going on?” Ryan was very confused. He took another sip of tea when a thought struck him. “Wait. Auntie She told me to tell you they’re looking. Are they looking for Dawn?”

“Looking? Oh George. What are we going to do?” Mabel looked down to the living room carpet for inspiration. “George! Do they ‘ave a camera? Next door?”

“They do, as it happens,” George answered, “but it’s not working. Like the lights. The whole system was damaged in that lightning strike last month, and they’ve not got round to fixing it. He says he’s going to get a new one next month.”

“Did you tell them about Dawn?”

“Tell ‘im about a winged alien? Mabel, he’ll think I’m off me rocker. He thinks that anyway, from the way he looks at me sometimes.”

“A winged alien?” Ryan asked. “Are you two OK?”

“You didn’t see ‘er wings, our Ryan?” Mabel asked. “What were you lookin’ at? Oh, never mind. Don’t answer. I know what you young lads are like.”

“Nan!” Ryan felt his cheeks burn. “I wasn’t. I just saw her on the bed and wondered what she were doing! I didn’t have time to look to see if she had wings, or anything else for that matter. I’d only just got there and shook her when you came in. I’ll go up and have a look now.”

“You’ll do no such thing, Ryan Green!” Mabel’s stern tone returned. “You’ll sit there and help us work out what to do. We can’t ‘ave anyone knockin’ on our door, searchin’ the place and finding Dawn.”

“Dawn’s a funny name for an alien.” Ryan pondered.

“It’s Dawnstar, Ryan.” George said. “Your Nan’s called her Dawn.”

“Who would be lookin’ for ‘er?” Mabel asked. “I can’t see the police having an alien department.”

“Maybe there’s a space police.” Ryan answered. “Or maybe it’s the scientists. They’ll probably want to experiment on her.”

“They’ll do nothing of the sort!” Mabel took another sip of tea. “She’s a lovely little thing. If only she didn’t ‘ave them wings. We could put her in some of my clothes and pass ‘er off as your girlfriend, our Ryan.”

“Nan, no offence, but your clothes wouldn’t go on…”

“What’s wrong with me clothes?” Mabel sounded shocked.

“Nothing Nan, they’re just a bit old-fashioned for someone of my age.”

“Old-fashioned? So that’s how you see your Nan, Ryan, is it?”

“No, Nan, no. Your clothes look good on you, you always look nice. It’s just… Grandad, you know what I mean?”

“Don’t bring me into this, Ryan. You’ll never win.”

“’Ang on… Ryan… do you still see that girl you used to see?” Mabel decided she’d made Ryan squirm enough. “The one who wanted to be a, now, what was it, a metalfillyfist? You said she went to uni to study metaliffalissally.”

“Do you mean Kate?” Ryan smiled. “Not seen her for years. She moved to Devon. It was a metaphysicist she wanted to be, not what you said.” He laughed. “I doubt she’ll speak to me now, though.”

“You were as thick as thieves, you two.” Mabel prompted. “She’ll probably know what they’ll be looking for.”

“I doubt she’ll have the same number.” Ryan looked over at his Nan who looked back with an expectant yet pleading expression on her face. “OK. I’ll try and phone her.”

Mabel continued to look at Ryan without speaking. George too looked over in anticipation now, also without saying a word.

“Now? You want me to phone her right now?” Ryan sounded a little shocked.

“No time like the present, son.” George said.

“Go on, Ry, for me. And fer Dawn.” Mabel’s voice became very soft.

Ryan reached into his jeans pocket and took out his mobile phone. He looked through the contacts, tapping the phone’s screen when he found the entry he was looking for. He looked at his Nan as he tapped the screen again. “It’s engaged.” He said.

“Ryan, try again.” Mabel said, losing some of her soft tones. “Keep trying.”

He called the number again. He nodded toward Mabel and smiled. “It’s ringing.”

“Oh, George. I hope she can help.” Mabel whispered.

“Shush, love. It’ll be fine.” George tapped his wife’s arm.

“Hi. Kate?” Ryan spoke into the phone. “Kate? How are you doin’? Long time no speak.” Ryan glanced over to Mabel. “It’s Ry. Ryan Green! Yeesss!” He laughed. “I know this is a bit out of the blue, but I need your help. Well, me Nan and Grandad do. This is going to sound really odd, but…” Mabel rolled her right hand in an attempt to hurry Ryan along. “They’re fine. Exactly the same as when you saw them last. Yes!” He laughed again, “Still the same.” He listened intently, his expression changing to a broad smile. “OK, then. Bye!”

“Ryan! You didn’t…” Mabel sat back in her chair.

“She’s coming round.” Ryan smiled. “She’s up here!”


This is the seventh instalment of my fan fiction tale based on the DC Comics character Dawnstar. The first part can be found here, the second here, and the third here. The fourth part is here, and the fifth here. The sixth part is here. Dawnstar was created by Paul Levitz and Mike Grell. All other characters are of my own creation.

DC’s Dawnstar: Depths

Dawnstar heard the now familiar click of the door downstairs. She sat cross-legged atop the soft bed, in the centre. She unfolded her wings, and allowed them to hang loosely over the bed. She vigorously rubbed her hands together over the saucer of dried granules, focussing intently on the heat being generated. She gently blew across her fingers and closed her eyes. She quickly opened her eyes again, watching a bright spark of light appear. The granules on the saucer moved slightly, but nothing else happened.

She went through the process again. More intensely she focussed, this time not only on the heat being generated but the ignition of the flame. She blew across her fingers again, closing her eyes. When she reopened them this time, the spark of light was brighter, but still the flame didn’t appear.

She tried a third time. The spark generated this time was hot enough to ignite a small flame on the saucer. Again, she gently blew, across the saucer this time. The small flame grew slightly larger, drawing the granules into it.

Dawnstar noticed the scent of sage mixed in with other aromas. The flame vanished and a small plume of smoke rose from the saucer. She reached back for the cup on the bedside table and circled it around the smoke. First she circled clockwise, then anticlockwise. She passed the cup through the smoke three times, and then inhaled some of the smoke. She took three sips of tea, and returned the cup to the table. She inhaled the smoke again, and then swallowed the cooling liquid. She folded her arms and closed her eyes.

In her mind, her eyes were open. The circular room looked dark, with rays of light becoming more visible through the swirling smoke. The smoke lessened in intensity, becoming more of a yellowish mist. An altar was before her, with two wooden poles either side. As the mist cleared further, she could see the different sections on each pole, each section holding four faces looking out in four directions. At the top of the left pole, she saw the head of a wolf carved into the wood. On top of the right pole, an eagle’s head was carved.

“You now see the totems, child.” A male voice cut through the silence. “Your ancestors are gathering. They await your question.”

“Welcome, Dawnstar.” A female voice followed. “We are ready. Our connection is weak. The mists are circling again.”

“You are out of time.” Another male voice said.

“No.” Dawnstar answered firmly. “I have yet to begin.”

“You interrupt, child.” The second male voice continued. “You are out of time on the Ancestral Plain. Your physical presence exists prior to your astral one.”

“That is the reason I am speaking with you.” Dawnstar heard her voice echo around the room. “I have become trapped in the past. A surge of energy has brought me to this place, this time. I need your help to return home.”

“Do you know the source of the surge, child?” the woman’s voice asked. “Finding the source will provide the answers you seek.”

“I know not the source.” Dawnstar stated. “It was an accident. An explosion.”

“It was not an accident, child.” The first male voice said. “We can see a second being with you in the physical and outside of the astral. This being holds both the answers and the means you seek.”

“Who is this being? Where are they?”

“We see that they too are seeking answers.” The second male said. “Remember child, they seek what you seek. We see that you sought them prior to the temporal rift. Therein exists one answer. Therein exists a pathway for your journey.”

“Who is this being? Are they here with me? On Earth? In this time?” Dawnstar noticed the echo of her voice diminishing. The room was filling with more of the yellow mist. She could no longer make out the heads of the wolf or the eagle atop the poles.

“Our connection weakens further.” The woman said. “We see you will find your answers. We see you will return home. We can help no longer with your journey.”

“Wait!” Dawnstar shouted. “Who is the being? Please mention a name, or give me a description so I can track them.”

“We can help no longer with your journey.” All three voices said in unison.”At this time.” the woman’s voice added, feebly. “You already have the answers.” She continued.

“Please!” Dawnstar shouted again, her voice’s echo now completely gone. The altar and the totems had now been consumed by the yellow mist, and the light was beginning to fade. “Please, tell me a name at least…” Dawnstar noticed a loud bang from outside of the Ancestor’s Realm. “A n…” the first male voice cut out entirely as the whole room was swallowed by darkness, replaced by a third male voice. “Nan? Who are you?”

Dawnstar blinked tightly. She reopened her eyes and was still surrounded by darkness. She could smell a faint hint of sage. The room was silent. She felt cold. She could also feel her body shaking and became aware of pressure on her right arm. Somebody was physically shaking her. “Who’s there?” she tried to ask but made no sound. She blinked again. The shaking stopped. She could no longer feel anything, see anything or hear anything. The hint of sage still surrounded her. She became aware of a falling sensation as she realised she had become trapped in a world between worlds.

“Ryan? What are you doin’ here?” Mabel asked. “And what’ve you done to her?”

“Nothing, Nan. Auntie She asked me to come round to check on you. I got no answer from the door so let myself in, and shouted you. I got no answer and noticed a smell of burning which brought me up here. Then I saw her on the bed. I tried to wake her up, but she just fell back like that. Is she dead?”


This is the sixth instalment of my fan fiction tale based on the DC Comics character Dawnstar. The first part can be found here, the second here, and the third here. The fourth part is here, and the fifth here. Dawnstar was created by Paul Levitz and Mike Grell. All other characters are of my own creation.

DC’s Dawnstar: Trapped

“Yes, that’s right. The plumber will call round on Thursday morning and fit your washer. What was that? Yes. I see. Ah, no… not now. Mention it to him when he’s there, and he’ll take a look. Charge? Just ask him before, he’ll let you know. He may be able to fix it for you then as well. OK. Bye!” Sheila placed the receiver on the cradle. The bell above the door jingled and she looked up.

“Morning, Sheila!”

“Morning, Cyril. The road seems busy today, doesn’t it?”

“Have you not seen the news?” Cyril asked, removing his coat.

“Not had time this morning,” Sheila said, typing an entry into a calendar on her computer. “There. Anything interesting?”

“Interesting?” Cyril pointed back to the door. “They’ve got roadblocks across the town, and diversions everywhere. That’s why I’m late.”

“Why’s that, Cyril. I didn’t notice anything when I walked in.”

“The news is saying two explosions ‘appened over Rodderswych last night. One was up high in the sky, and a second, they’re saying, over by Cabbles Green. Doesn’t your sister live over that way?”

“She does, Cyril. On the Rodderswych Road. I was there this morning… nothin’ out of the ordinary, I saw. The road was quiet though, thinking about it.” Sheila bit the inside of her bottom lip nervously.

“They’d’ve closed it.” Cyril gestured over to the police station across the road. “According to the news, that BSA is involved.”

“What? Cows?” Sheila was confused.

“Eh? No… the Space Agency. They’re saying something came from up there.” Cyril pointed upwards this time.

“Up there? Like in heaven?” Sheila tapped her desk nervously.

“Heaven? Sheila, no. From outer space. You know what this means, don’t you? Aliens.”

“Aliens? Oh no!” Sheila began to worry.

“So you didn’t see any little green men on your way in this morning?” Cyril laughed.

“No…” Sheila thought. “Not little green men…”

“Best get on, love!” Cyril said. “Call me if anything urgent comes in.”

“Will do. Cyril, can you cover the desk for a few minutes? I’ll just nip outside to make a phone call.”

“OK, love. But look out for them you know whats!” He laughed again.

Sheila retrieved her mobile phone from her bag in the drawer on the desk, and quickly walked outside. Cyril wondered why she hadn’t used the desk phone, but then sat back in the chair and started looking through the details on the on-screen calendar.

Outside, Sheila walked into the alley at the side of the building, and then into the car park at the back. Keying in Mabel’s number, she stopped herself before making the call. She scrolled through her contacts and called a different number. A groggy voice answered.

“Ryan? It’s Auntie Sheila. Are you up?”

“I am now, Auntie Sheila. What’s up?”

“You need to get round to your Nan’s quick. There’s somethin’ going on, and you need to make sure she’s alright. You know how she is.”

“Why? What?”

“Just go round an’ tell ‘er they’re looking. She’ll know what you mean.”

“Why don’t you just call her, Auntie She?”

“Can’t love. You need to go round. When you get there, you’ll know. Be quick now, love. Got to get back.” Sheila ended the call and ran back into the shop.


“The future?” Dawnstar was shocked. “So I’m trapped. Without a time sphere I have no way of returning.”

“A time sphere, love?” Mabel was curious.

“It’s a craft we use on occasion to visit different time periods.”

“You’re taking this all very well, pet.” Mabel offered, reassuringly. “Mind you, I think I am too. It’s not every day you meet an Angel. Or an alien from the future!” She chuckled, but Dawnstar stared out into space. Through the window, Mabel noticed George standing outside their neighbour’s gate. “What’s ‘e up to?” She asked.

“Mabel. Could I have more tea? And do you have any sage I could burn?”

“Tea? Why of course, love. There’s still some in th’pot. I bet you’re parched. But sage? No, I don’t normally ‘ave that.”

“I need to try a meditation to contact my ancestors.” Dawnstar explained. “Sage will provide the smoke I need to inhale to allow me to begin my journey. I also need a quiet space.”

“Well, it’s quiet up in our bedroom, love. You can use that. And the bed’s lovely and comfy too, so you’ll be away in seconds! You’re welcome to lie on that. ‘Ang on… will sage and onion stuffing do?”

“Sage and onion stuffing? I do not know what that is, but as long as sage is present, it should be enough. I need it dry so I can spark the Flame of Enlightenment through it.”

“Well, it’s dry love. I ‘ave to make it up with a pint of boiling water. Do you need the full box?”

“Box? No,” Dawnstar pointed to the sofa. “The round plate you gave me earlier that I placed beside me… an amount on that will be sufficient.”

“And you burn it?” Mabel asked. “Do you want some matches?”


“To light the fire. Ooh, you won’t burn the duvet, will you?”

“No, I can channel the energies to ignite the flame, and it will be extinguished as soon as the smoke appears. I just need to inhale the smoke and my meditation will commence. I mustn’t be disturbed, however, as I could become trapped in the Ancestor’s Realm.”

“Tell you what love, I’ll get you your sage and onion on a saucer, and take you up to our room. When you’re settled, I’ll nip next door and stop George from phonin’ the police. I know that’s what he’s up to.” Mabel went to the kitchen and opened the stuffing mix, pouring some onto a saucer. She poured another cup of tea, and then walked Dawnstar upstairs to the bedroom at the back of the house.

“Thank you, Mabel. You have been really kind to me.”

“No problems, love. I’ll just be next door.”


This is the fifth part of my fan fiction tale based on the DC Comics character Dawnstar. The first part can be found here, the second here, and the third here. The fourth part is here. Dawnstar was created by Paul Levitz and Mike Grell. All other characters are of my own creation.

DC’s Dawnstar: Dawning

She looked up at the sky through the hole she’d created. Clouds were covering the pale blue quickly; the rains were coming. Looking at the sky, she remembered her home on Starhaven, and the arc from the galaxy centre that shone brightly from the dusk hours and throughout the night. She remembered the bright orange skies from the starrise, her favourite time of the day. And she remembered…

“There you are, love,” the woman who helped her the night before interrupted her thoughts, “we thought you’d gone back to ‘eaven.”

“No, I’ve come for this.” Dawnstar showed Mabel the ring on her right hand.

“Ooh, I can tell what yer saying!” Mabel smiled.

“Yes… it’s this ring. It has a translator and local transmitter, enabling us to understand each other.”

“That’s handy.” Mabel said, noticing Dawnstar’s expression. “What’s up, love? Oh, where’s me manners? I’m Mabel. Mabel Green. And George Green is me ‘usband. My sister, Sheila, who you just met, has just gone to work. I was about to do the dishes when I saw the patio open and the shed door open, so thought I’d come out.”

“I’m Dawnstar.”

“’Ow lovely. Come in again and ‘ave a nice cuppa. Now we can understand each other, we can ‘ave a nice chat.”

“A cuppa?”

“Yes, a cup of tea. A drink.” Mabel mimed sipping a hot drink.

“Ah. I see. Tea. Yes, I am a little thirsty. Thank you.”

Dawnstar followed Mabel back into the house. Mabel motioned for Dawnstar to return to the living room. “I’ll just put the kettle on. Won’t be two ticks.”

George was bent forward in his chair tying his shoelaces as she walked in. She noticed the drapes over the window had been opened, filling the room with starlight. He sat back with a heavy sigh. “This job gets harder every day!” he moaned, looking over at his winged visitor who’d sat on the edge of the sofa.

“You need to raise your foot, rather than bending to it.” Dawnstar suggested, causing George to splutter.

“Flippin’ ‘eck! I weren’t expectin’ an answer, pet!”

“Mabel tells me you are George. I am Dawnstar. I would like to thank you for helping me last night.”

“It was all Mabel’s doing really, Dawnstar.” George stood. “But you’re welcome. We don’t get many Angels falling through our shed very often!”

“I am not an Angel!” Dawnstar smiled. “I’m merely a person, a human, as are you and Mabel.”

“But you’ve got them wings!” George said, flapping his arms.

“A lot of my tribe have, but not all. Not all the people of my planet have wings.”

“Your planet? You’re an alien?” George spluttered once more.

“Here we are!” Mabel walked into the living room carrying a tray with a teapot, three cups and saucers, a small plate of biscuits and a small jug of milk. “Where are you going?” she asked George.

“I’m going to get the paper, May, before they sell out. I’ve normally got it by now.” He looked at Dawnstar.

“Don’t you go blamin’ ‘er for you being late, George Green.”

“I’m not blaming her, Mabel. I’m just saying, that’s all.” He looked back at Dawnstar. “I’ll not be too long, pet. The shop’s just two streets away an’ we can carry on chatting when I get back.” Dawnstar watched as George walked out of the room, gently taking Mabel with him. “I’m going to next door’s first,” she heard him whisper when they were both outside the door, “to use their phone to phone the police. She says she’s an alien.”

“You will do no such thing, George Green!” Mabel said loudly and sternly. “She’s a guest in our ‘ouse regardless of where she’s from.” Dawnstar smiled as Mabel brought her voice down to a whisper. Dawnstar heard another door open and close, and Mabel re-entered the room shortly afterwards. She stood. “No, no, love, don’t get up. You sit back down and I’ll bring your tea over to you. Would you like milk?”

“Milk?” Dawnstar asked. “In tea?”

“Ooh, yes!” Mabel smiled, as she poured the steaming liquid from the teapot into two cups. “You’ve got to have milk in yer tea. Mind, if you don’t like it, you don’t ‘ave to ‘ave it. So, George tells me you’re an alien?”

“I suppose I am.” Dawnstar took the cup off the saucer Mabel was offering her, and then took the saucer and placed it onto the sofa beside her. She sipped the hot liquid, failing to hide the look of disgust on her face.

“What’s up, love? Is it too strong?”

“No. It’s fine.” Dawnstar lied. She took another sip, strangely enjoying it this time.

“What planet are you from, Dawn?” Mabel gently asked.

“Dawnstar. My name is Dawnstar, Mabel. My people do not shorten names, although I have been called Dawny by some friends from other planets. I think Dawn will be fine here. I apologise. I am from Starhaven, a wonderful planet close to the centre of this galaxy.”

“Don’t worry about it, love. I shorten everyone’s name, apart from George’s. I lengthen his. So, what brings you to us then? To Earth? You’re not invadin’ us are you? You seem too nice to be doing that.”

Dawnstar laughed. “No, I’m not invading. Earth has changed since last I was here. The air seems different. There’s a taste to it I do not recognise, that the wind carries.”

“You’ve been ‘ere before then, love? When was that?”

“I have spent quite a lot of time on Earth, Mabel, as well as other planets, although for the past couple of your Earth years I have been away. I was last here in 3177.”

“Thirty..!” Mabel choked as she spat her tea back into her cup. Coughing, she spluttered “Thirty one seventy seven?!” Dawnstar watched Mabel retrieve a cloth tucked up inside her arm covering and dab her nose and mouth. “Sorry love. You’re not only an alien, you’re from the future!”


This is the fourth instalment of my fan fiction tale based on the DC Comics character Dawnstar. The first part can be found here, the second here, and the third here. Dawnstar was created by Paul Levitz and Mike Grell, with Starhaven being a planet from the DC Universe. All other characters are of my own creation.