Kyle Rayner

Being a Green Lantern meant traveling from here to there for work that could take months, across different sectors of the galaxy, but Kyle didn’t mind much. He liked seeing the wonder of the universe for its own sake. Today he was in a relatively forgotten sector, but one under GL jurisdiction. The planet didn’t appear in any important records, just half a page in the archives of Oa.

Kyle landed in the central plaza, and it took only a minute before he was surrounded by the natives. There he noticed a small group sizing him up, their clothing said “money.” Five similar-looking creatures, the heirs, and he noticed you in particular.

“Green Lantern,” said the eldest of the five, in the formal tone of official introductions. “Our planet is grateful for your presence. I am the king’s chief advisor. And elder brother, we are the royal council. Please, follow us.”

You never stopped looking at him, clutching your robe, your ears twitching slightly in his direction.

“What exactly can your ring do?” you asked, directly, skipping protocol with the practicality of someone who has a real problem and limited time to solve it.

Kyle felt like he was going to get along well with this planet.

“Basically anything I can imagine,” he said, with that honesty of his that sometimes surprised people who expected a more technical answer.

“Anything?” you repeated, in the tone of someone starting to calculate possibilities.

“Anything,” he confirmed. “I’m an artist. Imagination is my specialty.”

Something in your face changed, that initial assessment replaced by something closer to genuine interest.