Chapter One: Vanity
The mouth of the Just shall meditate wisdom
And his tongue shall speak judgment.
Their mother was buried with a picture in her hands. In that picture, there were two little children. Her little birds.
Robin had a red breast with his shirt and blue blue eyes. Black hair soft as feathers. Sharp angles. Curved up nose that looked like a perch for other birds.
Raven wore black with sharp black eyes. Had the same hair. Same sharp angles. Same perching nose. She was three and her brother was ten.
Her little birds, she used to call them.
That picture was five years old when they buried her. She never wanted a new picture.
Years passed since the funeral. The children from that picture were long gone.
Robin doesn't wear red anymore. And he spikes his hair. No one's said his hair's soft like feathers since she left them.
Raven dyes hers purple. Not enough to catch attention. But when the light reflects off the black hair, it's purple. Hints are all she needs.
She leaves little hints everywhere she goes. She leaves hints to the teachers that she's dedicated. That she cares.
But she doesn't. School just takes her from point A to point B.
She leaves little hints to her remaining "family" to leave her alone.
Do you really think they listen?
She leaves little hints of color in her paintings. Little hints of form and meaning. But then she blinks and it's gone. All that's left is a dark, murky mess. She can't make anything out of it.
But that's enough for her.
Raven thinks she's better then everyone. She holds herself in wonderful regard.
Likes to leave the little hints. Likes to let the world think they know her.
Okay. I know this was a little strange. And not at all like the show. There's a reason for that. It's an AU. An Alternate Universe. It's a fan fic. I can choose to write what I want.
Since I get to write what I want, you also have the liberty to read what you want. If you don't want to read a story about all the different sins that you could possible commit, then don't read this. Don't write a review saying that I'm writing something that you deem unworthy to read. Because that might just be your opinion. Don't ruin it for someone else who's opinion may be very different.