Silver Surfer: Sins of the Father #1 of 3
Written by Marvelite.
Editing and Assistance by Anomaly and Morfex
"Sins of the Father"
Chapter One of Three: New Zenn-La
1: New Zenn-La
Gliding through the spaceways, the Silver Surfer was at a peace with
himself. He felt connected to the
universe surrounding him, yet he also felt very alone.
No matter what he did, he could not fill the void left in his being.
His thoughts drifted to Zenn-La…
Suddenly, he saw a glow,
millions of miles, parsecs away. To
others, it would have only been a small dot, but Silver Surfer was no stranger
to this galaxy. This was something
new, he did not remember seeing it before.
He raced forward.
As he drew closer, the object grew, and he could soon tell it was a
planet. A familiar one.
Could it be? He wondered to himself.
But it was.
It was the place he once called home.
He had no doubt about it, he had found Zenn-La.
He entered the world’s
atmosphere and descended on to the planet, where he was welcomed by Shalla Bal,
his one true love. It was as if
they were drawn together.
The two embraced, hugging
each other tightly as if they would never let go.
“How is this possible?”
he asked, “I had thought Zenn-La was destroyed.
What happened? And how did
Zenn-La appear here? I don’t
recall it being in this area of the universe before.”
“Quiet, Norrin Radd,”
Shalla Bal hushed, placing her index finger on his lips, “Zenn-La is alive and
well. The trick is finding us.”
Silver Surfer was
bewildered by this statement. “But
I. . . did. . .” Everything around him was then gone.
Shalla Bal had faded out of existence once more, and he was left with
nothing but the deep cold space all around him.
Silver Surfer then awoke
from his trance. This was the third
time he had such a vision occur after losing consciousness on his board.
What did it mean? Was Mephisto playing with his mind or was it possible - Could
Zenn-La still exist in some unknown part of the cosmos?
The Silver Surfer had to know the answer to this riddle, but how could
he? How could he search all the
stars of Eternity for the place he called home?
Silver Surfer fell to his
knees and wept, his mind confused and hopeless. Then, he heard a voice.
“Son.” The commanding
voice was that of his father.
Silver Surfer looked up but saw no one.
Still, he was comforted by the sound of his father’s voice.
A voice he had not heard since the beginning of adulthood.
“Son, you are needed.
“But, father, home has
been destroyed. It has perished, as
did you years before it.” Silver
Surfer’s mind then considered the possibility that someone was trying to
manipulate him. But as much as his
logic tried to think through the situation, his heart felt a sense of safety, as
if his father was truly speaking to him.
“Zenn-La lives, my
“But where, father?”
“From the Tressid
Galaxy's center travel in the direction of the Kormus Nebulae 612.45
light-years. Vector at a 14.62 degree angle right and continue another 43.95
light years. In the shadow of a crèche of proto-stars, you will find home.”
The voice then left.
And Silver Surfer was left to ponder what it all meant and what he would
do next. He decided he had to find
out what was at the location described to him.
If it was all some elaborate trap, then he would have to fall into it.
He would not be able to rest until he came to the bottom of it.
The Silver Surfer then
departed, heading at speeds faster than that of light to what he hoped would be
As he soared closer to the
object, following the instructions from his dream, he felt more and more assured
that he had finally returned home.
He approached the planet
and then made his way into its atmosphere.
He wondered if this could all be another dream, as every single detail
was unmistakably his home.
He looked upon the world
below him with much joy. Suddenly,
he saw a monument, one constructed in his own likeness. It was a large statue with a dull, metallic shine.
It was of him, standing tall with his board standing up, parallel to him.
He descended down to the
ground toward it, onto a crowded street below him. His fellow Zenn-Lavians stopped in their steps to watch the
return of a legend, Norrin Radd – the one who sacrificed his very freedom to
save their world.
Making his way through the
crowd, an older man walked in front of him and kneeled, “Norrin Radd, it is an
“Sir, how is all this
possible? I saw Zenn-La destroyed
with my own eyes.”
The man rose and hung his
head down out of sorrow and respect, “As did I… what you see is New Zenn-La,
a world created in our homeworld’s image to continue its legacy.”
Silver Surfer was amazed at
what was conceived here, it truly was made in Zenn-La’s image.
The man then introduced himself as Zilas Flantz and began to give Silver
Surfer a tour of the world.
“Norrin Radd, we would
like to thank you,” he said in the middle of their walk, “These people and I
are all that is left of Zenn-La, we were saved because of you.
Your courage against the World Devourer inspired Zenn-La to begin
exploring the spaceways once more. It
was your act of heroism that sparked motivation to see new things.
Over the years, Zenn-La built new space stations and fleets to explore
other worlds and secure our safety. The
people you see here were all on one of those stations or fleets when… when
“And what of
Shalla…?” Silver Surfer was almost too afraid to ask the question.
He now knew that the Shalla Bal he had seen since taking on the Power
Cosmic was nothing more than an illusion of Galactus.
Was she too killed in the destruction of Zenn-La by the Other?
Or could it be that she survived all these years?
“I’m sorry, Norrin, but
Zilas Flantz continued his
tour of New Zenn-La and then found the Surfer a place to stay.
Silver Surfer spent the
next several days walking the place. It
took a while for him to get used to it, his mind assured him it was a new place
to him, but his senses felt at home.
As he walked around the
main city of the world, he discovered many things were different between the
Zenn-La he once knew and the Zenn-La he now walked on, but the changes were
improvements. The desire for
knowledge and adventure had rekindled in the hearts of his people.
After Zilas’ words, he couldn’t help but think he had something to do
with the change.
On one day, he walked into
a classroom. There they were
teaching the history of Zenn-La and the evolution of its technology.
He was just as amazed with the subject as he ever was before.
The children rushed to see
him and begged him to tell of how he confronted the World Devourer when he
threatened to destroy Zenn-La. He
started from the beginning. Telling
of his life as Norrin Radd and the woman he loved, Shalla Bal.
He told them of his desires to explore other worlds, during a time when
his home was bored of such things. Then
he told them about Galactus. How
the Devourer of Worlds transformed his very being and enriched him with the
His story continued, as he
told the Zenn-Lavian children of Earth, his second home, and how he teamed with
a group of four individuals to betray Galactus to save yet another planet from
the Devourer’s hunger.
To the children, he was a
hero… a legend. But he could
sense he was something else as well… different.
As long as he was covered with silver, he would always be different.
Silver Surfer left the
school and soared above the city, deciding what he should next do with his life.
Could he settle down and make a new home here?
Or was he destined for the stars? Perhaps
he would never have a permanent home, but for now, he decided it was time to be
Norrin Radd once more.
It was getting dark now,
and much of the city was asleep. He
decided it was time to call it a day. He
descended down and hovered into his new apartment. He then tucked his board beneath his bed, and, using the
Power Cosmic, transformed his body from a creation of Galactus to a man of
flesh. He was Norrin Radd once
more. And now, he was going to do
something he missed for a long time. It
was his time to sleep.
Norrin Radd awoke from his
slumber at the sound of sobbing in the distance. At first, he tried to ignore the noise, but could not.
He arose from his bed and
tried to find the noise. It sounded
distinctly like weeping, but he could not figure out where it was coming from.
It was as if its origin was from every direction.
He opened the door of his
apartment and began to walk down the hall.
Though he knew it was the same hall as before, something seemed
different, yet oddly familiar. Perhaps
his mind was playing tricks on him? Could
the excitement of the day before be affecting his senses?
He walked further down the
hall. The sobbing was getting
closer. He began to hear some
talking as well. It was a
monologue, no, a rant.
As he continued down the
path, he came by a mirror. He was
in total shock. Before his very
eyes was the face of a young man. As
he stared at his own reflection, he saw the face of a young man, whose name was
Norrin Radd. “How can this be?”
he asked himself. When he
transformed his body to look like he did as Norrin Radd, did he unknowingly make
himself look more youthful as well?
Suddenly, a door opened.
A man stumbled out of it and dropped to the floor, exhausted.
Norrin Radd came closer to
the man and asked if he could help him.
“Help?!” came the man
in a weakened shout, “It was you who has done this to me! You cannot help me!” The
man then lifted his head in disappointment.
Norrin Radd recognized the
man as his father. His face looked
beaten up, almost lifeless. The man
then quickly turned away, “Do not look at my face!”
“Let me help you,
father,” Norrin Radd said, as tears welded up in his eyes.
You betrayed me! No one in Zenn-La would look at my face again, and then…
you betrayed me! Turned against
me… turned into one of them!”
“Father… I am sorry,
but I can help you now, I can take care of that!”
“Didn’t you hear me?!
I am an outcast! Ruined!” His
father then looked up at Norrin Radd again.
His father’s face was red and the veins in his neck bulged out like
they were about to burst. “NO ONE
WILL LOOK UPON THIS FACE AGAIN!”
His father then began to
dig his nails under his flesh. He
began to pull chunks of flesh from his own face. Then, as he dug his nails
deeper, he began to pull his face away like a mask, the thick epidermis being
pulled off and flung toward his son.
Don’t die! Forgive me!”
Norrin Radd kneeled down, as his heart felt torn in two.
“It is too late… I am
already dying.” His father then
looked farther down at his own wrists, and Norrin Radd’s eyes quickly
followed. His father’s wrists
were slit. “You killed me, Norrin
Radd. Thank you for killing me.”
His father then collapsed
and before Norrin Radd could do anything, he had awoken with a shout.
Zilas Flantz quickly
stormed into his room, “What was that?! Are
you all right?! Have you been
hurt?!” He asked, seeing that the
Silver Surfer was no longer silver. His
image was now that of any other Zenn-Lavian, but pale, as of he had just seen a
ghost, with the face of fear.
“I am sorry, Zilas.
I had a… nightmare.” Norrin
Radd was bewildered. Why were these
buried memories coming back to haunt him? Was
it this place? Would he ever be
able to call any place home again?
He was determined to
confront his past, to get to the bottom of what was haunting him, what was
always haunting him, but his mind was too filled with questions to go back to
sleep. He called upon his board and
took to the sky, where he could always think the best.
But his thoughts kept drifting to his father.
He remembered the incident
clearly. He was so proud of his
father, Jartran Radd, when he won the esteemed Delta Award, for his invention,
the Psi-Sonic Transmitter. They
said the devise revolutionized the psycho-recreational industry – an industry
in which his father despised. The
machine he created allowed Zenn-Lavians to play games and live out experiences
in a dream machine. Jartran would
have preferred using his scientific abilities to help Zenn-La do much more, to
explore new worlds and create new things, but that was not where the research
funding was. Zenn-La wanted
entertainment and enjoyment and had lost its thirst for knowledge.
Then, Norrin Radd and the
rest of Zenn-La learned the truth. Jartran
Radd had used another man’s research without authority or acknowledgement.
Norrin Radd was disappointed and ashamed.
He always thought his father was perfect, now he learned he was not.
His father insisted that
the media had blown the incident out of proportion. He simply forgot to cite a small piece of a giant equation.
But Norrin Radd did not forgive his father.
No one had. His father then
did what many Zenn-Lavians, including Norrin’s own mother had done.
He shot himself*.
(*For more details on Norrin Radd’s father and his death,
see Silver Surfer #50)
Norrin Radd sat on his
board and mourned the death of his father.
If only he had been more understanding, if only he had listened to his
father, instead of shunning him away like the rest of their world.
If only he hadn’t been responsible for his father’s death.
Continued in Chapter 2
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