TS: HI PEOPLE! This is the first chapter of The Prophecy, written my MOI. It was actually on another person's account before, until I got one and took over.
Dedicated to WickedAce.
I really hope you people enjoy it!! Now, for the disclaimer, announced by the one and only, --drum roll-- the gorgeous RAVEN ROTH!
Raven: You really don't think you can decide what my past was like, do you?
TS: Oh, just announce the disclaimer, my purple-haired friend.
Raven: --glaring-- Make me.
TS: Oh, shall I?
Raven: --monotone-- The characters of Teen Titans do not belong to the author or WickedAce…--mutters under breath-- Bloody hell, TS, you're going to pay.
TS: Thank you Raven!! Now, for the story you've ALL been waiting for! --dramatic music—
R-A-W-R-N-E-S-S (Uber-cool separating line!)
Raven tightened her grip on her mother's hands, an indigo aura around her darkening. Suddenly, her mind went blank. Her eyes fluttered closed, her vision blurred.
She was in a mysterious room, one she didn't know, though she felt a connection to it. She realized she wasn't on Azarath anymore. In front of her stood four people, one man half- metal, half-flesh, a tall girl with piercing green eyes and bright red hair, a green boy with the air of a changeling, and a boy with a black and white mask and jet-black hair. They all looked up at her. Along the walls above them were magnificent stone gargoyles, and spirits seemed to be coming out of them saying, "The gem was born of evil's fire. The gem shall be his portal. He comes to claim. He comes to sire…the end of all things mortal." She turned and ran up some stairs, her body on autopilot, her only aim to find her mother, to get out of this room, away from these strangers unknown to her. The boy with the mask ran after her, calling her name. She halted and turned…
Only to find herself sobbing, hot and sweaty, in her mother's arms.
"It's okay Raven...no one can harm you here. You are safe with me, child."
Raven's sobs slowed to hiccups, and she held on to her mother, as if this one woman was her lifeline. She began to speak softly through her hiccups, her head resting on her mother.
"I…I saw these people. But I didn't know them…I wasn't on Azarath…I don't know why, but they seemed like my friends. And these statues, Mother! They were saying something…something scary…I just can't understand what…but…it seemed as if…as if…" Raven quieted
Her mother's face darkened. "What, Raven, what? What did those statues say?"
Raven squeezed her eyes shut. "It was something of a gem…born of an evil's fire. And that gem was his portal…he comes to claim..."
Arella cut her off, continuing the poem. "He comes to claim. He comes to sire…the end of all things mortal." Her eyes were glassy and had a faraway look in them. She fidgeted with her white cloak.
Raven looked up at her mother, her dark eyes piercing into her mother's own. "How did you know that, Mother? Did you have the same dream?"
Arella stared grimly down at her daughter, on the brink of tears. She clutched Raven, and quietly whispered into her ear. "No, my dear…I didn't…but we must leave, Raven."
"Are we going to see Daddy? I don't want to see him, Mother!" She got up from Arella's lap, squirming out of her tight grip.
"Of course not!" said Arella firmly, getting up from the cold ground. "Now, let us take our things. We must hurry, if we are to reach the Abbatia."
Raven's eyes widened. "Surely not the Diabolus Abbatia?"
"Of course not, my child. This is the Azar Abbatia. Never will we go to the other one. It is a terrible place! One where the evil things learn their ways…to conquer, to be evil."
"But how could Father—"
Arella tilted up Raven's chin. "He is one of them, dear."
Raven's dark eyes widened in realization. "Then…I must be…"
"Yes. You are a half-demon, Raven," Arella said curtly. She continued packing the belongings of her and her daughter.
Raven held up her hands if front of her face. These were the hands of a demon, hands that had the power to lead to death and destruction. Her hands. She wondered if this was fate. Was she meant to kill? Or would she live the life her mother lived? A pure life, cleansed of anything evil, or a chaotic, bloody, and malicious one? Some reason…she didn't want to know.
Her brooding was interrupted by her mother's voice.
"Come, Raven, I have taken our belongings. We mustn't be slow now, young one." She handed a small package of clothes to Raven, and grabbed the chest had filled with books herself, along with a rucksack full of something Raven didn't know. She shot one last sad glance at the house before walking outside. Raven followed her out the door, and into the bustling village, wondering what was to come.
R-A-W-R-N-E-S-S
TS: Raven is about six Earth years old here, and a wise six years at that. I wanted it younger but I figured it would be a little confusing if she was younger. Now…scroll down, and press the pretty button that says "GO"! I know it's a sluggish start but comments are great anyway!