OK, I dedicate this first story to my friend RoseXxxXThorn. READ HER STORIES!!! Originally Raven was going to be the main character, but I made it Starfire because that's Rose's fav. character. Oh, and I know it seems really boring now, but it'll get more exciting I PROMISE!!!
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What if all you knew was wrong? What if all your photographs were merely ashes in the wind, and your memories were seeping from your mind like sand in your cupped hand?
I remember everything in such detail, how can this all be wrong?
Kori knew she'd had a life before this. How could she not? She'd had four amazing friends; Garfield, with his debonaire wit, Cy with his words of wisdom inbetween the comic antics, Raven, and her incredible foresight, knowledge, chinks in the armour... and Robin. Richard, not Ricky. Certainly not Dick. No, that wouldn't be respectful. She'd had nothing but respect for Richard. He was tough, yes, and when duty called he wouldn't take any lax behaviour, but inbetween the falshing red lights he was the one thing in this universe she could trust with anything and everything. Kori could still feel his ungloved hand running up her arm, the delicacy of his fingers, his breath on her neck...
The sensation of removing that mask, his last shred of real armour.
But she'd woken up one day, and it was gone. She could still remember waking up, freezing and wet, behind that stinking silo, in jeans, a purple, sleeveless top and an auburn velvet jacket. All she owned. Kori would never forget the feeling that slowly started to fill her... the feeling of being enveloped in freexing water, until it finally reached her lungs. There was no T-shaped tower to the west. There was no communicator conveniently attached to her belt. There was nothing, in every sense of the word, that remained of her memories, except those memories themselves.
She'd been sick in that silo. She'd screamed into her jacket sleeves. She'd screamed until there was no oxygen left in her, and then she'd cried. She'd cried hot, salty tears, and gasped desperately during sobs. But there was Raven to hug her and make her tea. No Cyborg or BB to cheer her. No Robin to tell her it was just a dream, to tell her she was perfect. To remind her of the aura of beauty that surrounded her.
It was just a dream.
But how could it have just been a dream? Kori recalled a whole two years. She'd been 18 when someone had crept into the tower that night. She could remember everything that had happened since Raven had appeared in her dream, to when that cold shadow snuck into the tower. But it never happened.
She was 16 now. All she wore was all she owned. But as she walked now, through the park, the red leaves in the wind whipping her hair, she knew... she knew they were real. And she was going to find them.
R&R please.