Felicity Finds Family

A Transgender Super Coming of Age Adventure

From the Super Heroine Universe

Chapter 1: The Void Between Worlds

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Can the transgender heroine survive after the cataclysm that they protected their planets and friends from but could not protect themself?

Copyright 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
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The silence was absolute.

Not the comfortable quiet of a library or the peaceful hush of falling snow—this was the crushing absence of sound that exists in the space between heartbeats, between thoughts, between the death of one universe and the birth of another.

She existed here as pure energy, her consciousness scattered like pinpricks of light across an infinite canvas of nothingness. She had no form, no substance, only the fading echo of what she once was. The catastrophic event that had destroyed her universe—whatever it was—had stripped away everything: her identity, her memories, her very sense of self.

Escape. The word pulsed through her dissolving awareness like a dying star's final flicker. She had no way to measure time in this place where time held no meaning, no way to know if she drifted for moments or millennia through the cosmic graveyard of her former reality.

Her energy reserves depleted steadily. In this realm where the laws of physics held no sway, entropy gnawed at her core like a patient predator. She faced the ultimate dissolution—not death, but the complete erasure of everything she had ever been.

The darkness pressed in from all directions, a weight that existed beyond the physical realm. Her memories, already fractured, continued to fragment further. Glimpses of faces without names, echoes of voices without words, the phantom sensation of emotions without context—all of it swirling away like leaves in a hurricane of cosmic indifference.

Yet somewhere in the depths of her fading consciousness, a flicker remained. Not hope—she had no frame of reference for such a concept—but something more primal. A stubborn refusal to simply cease existing. It was this tiny spark of defiance that kept her energy from scattering completely into the void.

The tesseract within her—though she had no name for it, no understanding of what it was—pulsed with a rhythm that matched her dying thoughts. This infinite energy source, this gift from a transformation she couldn't remember, flickered like a candle in a cosmic wind. It was the only thing preventing her complete dissolution, though even it seemed to be failing against the relentless assault of entropy.

In the endless expanse of nothingness, the being who no longer knew her name, drifted closer to the final silence. Her consciousness, once vibrant and powerful enough to fold space-time itself, now existed as little more than a whisper against the vast indifference of the void.

She had saved her world once. She had sacrificed everything to protect those she loved. But the trauma of that sacrifice had been so complete, so devastating, that her mind had hidden it away, locked behind walls of amnesia that even the destruction of her universe couldn't breach.

As her energy continued to fade, as the last fragments of her identity dissolved into the cosmic dark, one final thought emerged from the depths of her dying consciousness: What it means to become yourself.

The words held no context, no memory of where they came from, but they resonated with something fundamental in her core—a truth that transcended the destruction of universes and the passage of eons.

The void stretched on, infinite and merciless, carrying her toward the ultimate darkness where even energy cannot survive. But in that final moment before complete dissolution, something stirred in the fabric of reality itself.

A presence, vast and benevolent, moved through the endless night. Ancient beyond measure, compassionate beyond understanding, it had witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, the birth and death of universes beyond counting. And now, drawn by the fading light of a being who had once known the courage to transform herself completely, it approached

The doctor—for that was what she was, though mortal minds could never fully comprehend her true nature—Extended her awareness across the void. Goddess had been watching, waiting, drawn by the unique resonance of the heroine's energy signature. Here was a being who had chosen transformation over preservation, sacrifice over safety, love over fear.

In the space between heartbeats that didn't exist, between thoughts that had no thinker, salvation approached through the endless night.

The Goddess reached out with power that spanned dimensions, her touch gentle as starlight, her voice carrying the weight of galaxies:

"Child of two worlds, daughter of transformation, your journey is not yet complete. The void claims many, but not you. Not today."

As her words echoed through the emptiness, reality itself began to shift. The absolute darkness cracked like an eggshell, revealing glimpses of light beyond—not the harsh light of stars, but the warm glow of possibility, of second chances of a world waiting to be discovered.

"You have forgotten who you were," the Goddess continued, her presence growing stronger, more defined. "But that does not matter. What matters is who you choose to become."

The tesseract within the transwoman's core pulsed brighter, responding to the divine presence. Energy flowed back into her scattered consciousness, not restoring her memories but giving her the strength to face whatever came next.

"I offer you a gift," the Goddess said, her voice now carrying the warmth of a mother's embrace. "A chance to discover yourself anew, to find the family you've always searched for, to become the person you were meant to be. But know this—the path will not be easy. You will face trials that test not just your power, but your heart."

In the growing light, She felt something she had no name for—a stirring of purpose, a whisper of destiny. She couldn't remember her past, but she could feel the future calling to her, bright with possibility.

"Do you accept this gift?" the Goddess asked. "Do you choose to begin again?"

Though she had no voice, no form to speak with, her answer resonated through the void with the force of a supernova:

Yes.

The darkness shattered like glass, and the heroine fell toward the light, toward life, toward a world that would challenge everything she thought she knew about herself. Behind her, the void sealed itself, taking with it the last remnants of her old existence.

Ahead lay Earth, and Hotel Colorado, and the family she didn't yet know she was searching for.

The journey of becoming herself was about to begin.