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The universe.

This universe
is 16 billion years old.

In those early days,

the conflict
between stability and change,

between stagnation and anarchy,

sparked beings of pure energy.

Great Lords of Order

and puissant Lords of Chaos.

Entrusted to maintain

the sacred balance
between opposing forces.

As the loss of said balance

once heralded the destruction
of the old universe.

There is
no moral judgment here.

No conflict
between good and evil.

Unless good is
the balance itself

and evil is
that balance's undoing.

Got one!

Khalid!

- Ha! Two points. Mary!

No worries.

Speed of Mercury!

Ha!

- Ow! Quit it.

Oh. Thanks, Leroy.
Three more incoming.

Strength of Hercules!

Mary,
you crushed that magic.

You too, Khaleed.

Um, actually, I prefer
"Khalid."

Like in the back of the throat.

- Khalid?
- Khalid?

Mmm, pretty close.

Speaking of pretty close,

catching six Trogowogs
isn't bad, but...

You're all becoming
great sentinels of magic,

but you need to maintain
a better awareness
of your surroundings.

Aw, man, we flunked.

No, no, more like a...
a B-minus.

There. The Trogs are home.

Now for the glamour spell
that's been hiding us all.

Oh. Sorry.
Didn't see you there.

No harm done.

Traci, you're still
relying too much
on your bad-luck powers.

I want you to focus more
on your urban magic

until it comes to you
as easily.

Khalid, fix what you
bend or break.

It's important to balance
the natural and magical worlds.

Plus, the tree will thank you.

So would that swollen Trogowog.

Ugh. I totally forgot
to fix him.

No worries.
Trogs are pretty elastic.

He'll belch it out soon enough.

Huh, that I'd like to see.

And Mary,
you're still thinking
too much like a superhero,

which is understandable
given your history.

But magic
isn't just about giving
or getting meta abilities.

Use your imagination
when you tap into
the Earth's ley lines,

or other sources
of mystic power.

Spread your wings.

Oh, come on now,

don't let a little
constructive criticism
get you down.

You're all doing great.
In fact...

In fact,
you are my best students.

We're your only students.

And still the best.

What was that?

I don't know.

The situation in Markovia
couldn't be better.

Another clutch of meta-humans
arrives each day.

In addition,
Ultra-Humanite and Dr. Jace
are doing fine work,

using Tar
to activate still more.

Best of all,
they're volunteers.

There's no coercion,
no trafficking.

A little patriotic nudge,

passed from myself
to King Brion to his people,

does the trick quite nicely.

And Helga has really taken
these newly minted metas
under her wing.

She's like a mother
to them all.

-Oh, it's very sweet.

And what of the push
from Secretary General Troia

to send UN inspectors
to Markovia?

A minor concern, but--
- This is bad. Not good.

-I have to go.
- Klarion?

No time to explain.
Teekl, you tell them.

Our excitable friend
seems to be having a moment.

Over 12 millennia ago,

Vandar Adg
established a village
for his spawn...

-...beings that today
would be called...

meta-humans.

This was to be Vandar's utopia,

a place where all his children,

those that descended from him

and those he had taken
under his wing,

could live in peace and harmony
under his rule.

In time,

Vandar left
to conquer more lands.

Returning to his village
in triumph,

he discovered
his utopia had been undone.

Ugh!

Andie, isn't it Gar's turn
to clean out the fridge?

Yeah, but he was so tired,
I offered to do it for him.

The poor guy
really looked like
he could use some sleep.

All right, climb aboard.

- Ow!

Okay, okay.
The dragon it is.

I thought we were
gonna figure out what that
weird energy wave was?

Isn't that what we're doing?

Fine.

Mr. Tawny, I choose you.

So crash!

Class,
here's your next test.

Try to keep up.

You didn't have to go
all Mary Poppins.

You know,
we could've taken the subway.

Where's the fun
in that?

Hey, Mary,
I know I'm the new guy here,

but what did Zatanna mean

when she said that
you're still thinking too much
like a superhero?

Oh, that. See,
I used to be a superhero,
called Sergeant...

Mmm, never mind.

I was on the covert team,
so you wouldn't
have heard of me.

But I had the power,
or a third of the power,
anyway of...

Well...

I can't actually say it myself.

Shazam!

Um,
so, what happened?

I was just a kid.

I wasn't ready
for power back then.

I had to give it up.

I had to.

That was amazing!

You know, except for the part
where we nearly hit a bus.

Why's a school bus out
at this time of night, anyway?

Eh, buses happen.

What are we doing here?

Meeting an old friend.
Someone you all should know.

Nimue Inwudu,
also known as Madame Xanadu,

- allow me to introduce--
- Your students.

Traci Thurston,
Mary Bromfield,
and Khalid Nassour.

Bonsoir, mes amis.

Madame Xanadu
offers you welcome.

Vandar attacked this new foe.

But with a snap
of his fingers...

...Klarion the Witch Boy
killed him...

only to see Vandar rise again.

Vandar soon realized
he wasn't facing a mortal,

not even a meta-human mortal.

This Klarion was something new.

Or despite appearances,

something incredibly old.

Something elemental,

fundamental...

to the universe.

Hello. I wish
to express my appreciation.

Thank you for being my anchor
on the mortal plane.

In return, I will provide you
with an appropriate name.

Let's call you Flaw, shall we?

Now, Flaw,
if you would kneel.

There.

You look absolutely darling.

Child, what you doing in here?

And what is that?

"Child"?

Hmm. I like it.

Thank you, sir.

You have served
a valuable purpose.

Flaw, please reward
this mortal accordingly.

Hey! Hey! Stop there.

Stop right there.
Don't make me shoot!

This new form
looks adorable.

Still,

I wonder what these things
look like on the inside.

Uh, Gar, you got a minute?

Sure, BD. What's up?

I figured I should check in
with you.

As part of my official
den mother gig, like.

Cool, cool. I'm crash.

Grand. Eh, except,
you haven't been
going on missions,

which is fine. Eh...

But, uh, now you're not
doing your chores either.

It's not like you, Gar.

Should I be worried?

Nah, man. I'm just tired's all.

But sorry.
I'll get on the chores thing.

Got you covered.

So, was that it?

I, uh, reckon so.

Hey,
where's that music coming from?

Hmm? Oh.

From Preservation Hall,
across the street.

But, Preservation Hall,
isn't that in New Orleans?

Of course.

Whoa.

We entered through
the Harlem door.

Madame Xanadu's parlor
is actually in New Orleans,

but it has doors
the world over,

all leading here.

This "parlor"
looks more like a tourist trap.

It was, once.

But now...

You okay?

Madame Xanadu
is a seeker of secrets
and a keeper of knowledge.

For years, her natural gifts
lay dormant and forgotten.

She was a charlatan, a poser,

until an encounter with
Kent Nelson and Abra Kadabra

inspired her to become what
she had long claimed to be.

The greatest seer
and medium on Earth.

Whoa.

Kent Nelson?

I assume you know
why we're here.

Powerful mystic pulse
felt all around the world, yes?

I've lost track of it,

but I can send you
to the last known location
of its locus.

Perfect.

Hmm.

That should get you there.

- Whoops. Sorry.

Really?

Favors don't keep
the lights on.

Thank you, Nimue.

Of course.
Now, please, be careful, Z.

I haven't felt a chaotic energy
like that in this lifetime.

For 300 days
and 300 nights,

Klarion killed Vandar
in 300 different ways.

And every time,

Vandar rose again.

Until, finally,
the Witch Boy grew
intrigued enough to stop.

Each was a revelation
to the other.

Klarion learned that mortals
had the potential to interest
and engage him.

And Vandar learned of
the Lords of Chaos and Order

that helped govern the cosmos.

Vandar did not yet know
what use he could make
of this entity.

But seeing
a valuable potential asset

and not being one to let
an opportunity slip away,

Vandar was certain
he would think of something.

Still, the priority
was to stop Klarion
from murdering his people.

Unfortunately,
the Witch Boy balked
at any restriction, asking,

"Why would I listen to you?"

"Give me 1,000 years,
and I'll show you why.

Meet me right back here
in this village
called Atlantis."

"All right.
I'll play, for now."

Holy moly!

Who would do this? And why?

Some kind of ritual killings?

I don't think so.

It reminds me
of first-year medical school.

An anatomy lesson.

I think you're right, Khalid.

Something inhuman did this.

Something that wanted
to know how we tick.

What did you do?

Yes, I know we
shouldn't have stopped
to torture those hummingbirds,

but it seemed like a fun idea
at the time.

Oh, no.
I'm not falling for that again.

Took me 16 days to get out
of that tower last time.

I won't get stuck,

and I won't stand still
for what you got planned.

- What do we do?
- Pool your energies into me.

Power of Zeus!

No more ankhs.
No more meddling.

You all die today!

Hey! What do you think
you're doing?

Giving as good as I get!

- Strength of Hercules!

You would strike a little boy?

With his own evil power?
Damn straight.

You want my power?

You can't handle my power!

Ah! Tangles.

- Tingles. Tingles.
They knew I meant Tingles.

Khalid, the cat is his anchor!

Your type
always goes for the cat!

This will do.

I can taste him here.

Tastes like...

disappointment.

If you would oblige me, please.

Aw, not her!
Of all the ones to send.

No, no, no, not now!

Dang it. I wanted to
finish off these kids.

Sorry to split, losers,

but I got other figs to fry.

They knew what I meant!

Thus, the threat of
the Chaos Lord was delayed.

But not dismissed.

Yet, in that moment,

a bond was forged
between an immortal mortal

and one of the cosmos's
elemental entities.

Come now, Stranger,

why do you tell me
what I already know?

To remind you

of what must not be forgotten.

Damn you
and your enigmatic musings.

For once,
say what you came here
to... say.

[laser blasts
and dramatic music playing
in video on cell phone]

Lieutenant Der'Chow,

reroute power
to the command console,

and use the last
of our beryllium crystals
to boost our tazer-beams.

We may be a billion lightyears
from home

and stuck in the middle
of a Klamulon Civil War,

but the crew of the Engager
does not know how to quit!

We'll get Captain Bender back

and take down that
zombie-cyborg-Ensign-Valiant.

'Cause, face it,

I didn't journey
all the way from Mars
only to cut and run.

And I bet you didn't trade
an easy life on Klamulon-Prime
just to bail, either.

Doesn't matter
how many friends we've lost

or how many ships
they throw at us,

we don't give up on the mission

and we don't give up
on each other!

Now, fire tazer-one!