Welcome back my few readers. Anyway this is the sequal to The Grief of a Hero. This story will mostly be about my OC, even if there isn't a Titan in a chapter there will be references to Titans and Titan affiliates. Enjoy

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Baden-Baden Germany, June 2018

A small residential neighboor hood. Summer has begun, children playing; ridding bikes, (yes they still used them, despite what you may think things havn't changed that much) playing laser tag, swimming in the city pool. Laughter fills the air.

However in a small house on the corrner of the street, laughter doesn't permeate the air. This was the house of one Paul von Relienburg. A man in his mid 30's, living alone and off welfare from the government. The kids of the neighborhood thought of him as a weird hermit. What they don't know is that he was really the greatest hero in Germany. Levitate. Since the disbanding of the D.O.E.s. 6 years earlier, he had lived here. There he sat in his simple house; his once blond hair had turned a very light brown. His once strong muscles had weakened; he was truly the sad heap of what used to be the greatest hero in Europe. He sat watching TV, the news; it's all he ever watched.

"In other news today, The Russian Civil War is finally drawing to a close. The former Soviet forces have retreated inside the stronghold of Saint Petersburg. The Republican forces have begun their siege. However due to a shortage of soldiers, they are asking for volunteers. For more information go to the website on the screen."

"Hmm?" He thought, letting the TV fade into the background "That case" he said recalling the Munich kidnapping 10 years ago. He thought for a while, "That man said the leader was a communist." He thought, that child. 8 years ago his adopted parents had been murdered; he had been kidnapped by 2 ex-Nazis.

He had rescued the child, even delivered him to a new home in America. He wished he could go visit the kid, but that would compromise both his identity and the child's safety. But he knew the child was in good hands. He had given care of the kid to his old childhood friend; Rachel Roth. She was married to Gar Logan and had a child of their own. Now if you don't recognize those names how about these? Raven and Beastboy of the Teen Titans.

Yes they had married shortly after the events on the Island of Nightmares. Raven had left the Titans shortly before the events of The Grief of a Hero, due to being pregnant. Starfire had been in similar position; she had also married Robin after the Island of Nightmares, and had left during the Grief of A hero because she too was pregnant. About 3 years later the titans broke up. He knew they were still friends and talked, not like the breaking up of the D.O.E.s. (not friendly, but that's a story for another day) He got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to the closet. He opened it, dug around, until he found a box. It was not very big in height but very long: it was old and had several layers of dust on it. The lock was rusted and he had no idea where the key was or if there even was a key. He was surprised to find out that it wasn't locked. He was met with several layers of wrapping paper. He tore them off and pulled out a very long and old rifle. At first glance it looks like a musket. A closer examination shows a bolt-action leaver. On the bottom there was HR carved into the butt and on the back there was the date of distribution on a peeling sticker that read August 7, 1912. More up there's a built in sight, and place for bayonet. In the box was a user manual and cleaning kit. The name was Gewehr 98. Next to it he pulled out a small square shapped bundle. He pulled out a pistol. It had a slim handle, and a striaght piece of metal that acted as the cocking mechanism. The trigger had a large bulk next ot it that had a small opening at the top, by which a clip could be insertered. The barrel was slim and short. It was a Mauser C96.

Now as you can imagine these weapons are very old, they were used by the Germans in WWI. He had inherited the rifle from his great-grandfather who had fought in German East Africa durign the war and the pistole was from this other great-unlce who fought on the Eastern Front in WWI. He dusted off the weapons, with these he would discover the truth.

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