I am in a depressed state right now. Flame me and suffer the consequences.

Disclaimer- I don't own them. Neither do you.

The Beginning

The dark Azarathian stared out her bedroom window that overlooked the ocean's waters. Beyond the horizon, the sun was setting, leaving a sparkling shimmer over the sea. She sighed. Man she was gonna miss this. It wasn't that she really wanted to leave, it was her powers. Her cursed, evil, life controlling powers. God, she hated them.

But was she to go back to Azarath? Heck, no. Forcing her into being queen, they would. She would rather sell her soul to her father than go on ruling that putrid excuse for a planet.

It had once been beautiful- one of the most respected places in the universe. It had been inhabited by thousands, and adored by them as well. The streets were made of a smooth, pale, cobblestone that glistened against the morning sun as it reflected off the dew. The sky was a strong, hard, coral and the clouds were thick masses of purple fluff. At night, the main city was alive with people from all other intergalactic planets, including Earth, Tamaran, and Krypton. Each of the four moons that circled the ancient civilization shone brightly each night, casting eerie shadows here and there, but making it all the lovelier.

But the main reason all those people flocked to Azarath, the reason the planet was so legendary, was because of the freakishly large castle that sat directly south of the main city. Some said it was carved by angels, and some claim it to have fallen from the heavens. It was just that glorious. Made of copper and bronze, the majestic castle sat there in Azarath, housing the princess and her mother.

Queen Arella and her newborn daughter, Princess Raven, were perhaps even more famous than the planet itself. Arella was a fine ruler, and it was surprising to everyone that she was in fact an earthling. No one knew the reason how or why she became queen of their planet, and no one knew how she could take care of the entire planet and a daughter.

Then again, Raven was no ordinary princess. The queen and half the planet and the royal court had witnessed Raven's flight, along with her display of dark magic one evening. A new law had been enforced, and Queen Arella had to take her newborn baby girl in to the Meeting House and explain the law to everyone there (What fun). A civilian had spoken something about Raven's father that had angered Arella, and of course had of course had no relationship to what they were even speaking about. The queen was forced to remain quiet, and not express her rage, but Raven had sensed her mother's anger in her aura. As if reacting to her mother's current emotion, the small infant conjured black magic from her very fingertips and knocked down the Meeting House, therefore ending the current conversation. If that was possible, the baby shocked every single person once more by levitating out of her mother's grasp to get a good look at her own destruction. As an effect, a terrified Arella grabbed (or tried to grab, anyway) for her daughter and broke off in a run for the castle.

There she explained to her three month old child why she was the way she was. "Why am I telling you this? You do not understand," she cried out in frustration. "Yes, mama," shrieked Raven. Arella slowly turned her head to the child, her expression a mixture of horror, confusion, and horror. It was definitely not normal for a baby at the age of three months to speak. Raven crawled over to her mother and pulled on her skirt. Of course, the girl didn't have a wide vocabulary, and only spoke in shrieks. "You…?" the older woman whispered. Raven looked up at her astonished mother with large, purple orbs and nodded. "Oh…my…gosh…" murmured Arella. With that, the queen scooped her extraordinary baby girl and rushed out of the room, and towards the Station of the Royal Court. As you can imagine, the Court didn't believe Arella for a moment, and simply brushed the idea aside. Some of them even refused to accept the fact that the child had performed her first magic merely an hour ago. 'The woman's in shock because of this evening's ordeal. Imagining things. Preposterous.'

But Raven's first words and her magical display were to be the least of Arella's worries. Why? You'll find out soon enough.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

That noise.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

There it was again. Nervously approaching the door, Queen Arella reached out to the doorknob and opened the door, to find a tall cloaked man standing there. Well, floating there, anyway. The man had no feet whatsoever.

"What do you want?" Arella asked cautiously. Her instincts told her that things were going to go downhill from here. "The child…" the man hissed, pointing to the girl in Arella's arms. Raven clung to her mother's waist and stared at the stranger in fear.

The strange man was cloaked in purple, and had a gravely voice that didn't seem human.

Didn't seem human…

Those three words rang in the queen's ears as she slammed the door in the cloaked man's face. She sprinted down the hall with Raven in her arms, and praying to the Lord that he wouldn't take her daughter away from her.

Oh dear Lord,

Whispered Arella.

Please leave this child be. Let her live. Let her stay. In the name of the Holy Spirit, I beg of you…

At that, the queen burst into her bedchamber and began frantically searching for a bag. After finally finding one under the bed (now how did that get there?), she began not filling it with just extra clothes and stuff, but many books. (Y'all probably know what type of book they are. I just won't say they're about magic because I'm religious. Christian.) "We've got to get out of here, Raven…" Arella muttered. With that, the woman scooped up her daughter and slipped out the window to her destination- the ground. Umm, yeah. She jumped from a three story building to the ground.

After that, all Raven's memories were a blur. She had just assumed that she was left with Azar, her mother left to go on rule Azarath, and her father caused some destruction.

Oh yeah sure. SOME destruction fits the description PERFECTLY. No. In reality, it was Raven's father who had murdered every resident in Azarath. Not one living soul. Arella, however, managed to escape, but she was killed as well for unknown reasons.

Raven never really knew her mother. Being separated at three months old wasn't something that many normal people had to endure, nor could they survive. But how did the dark princess? She didn't even know.

Sighing, the girl walked over to her stereo, which was blaring the song 'Tourniquet'. (Evanescence rocks!!!!!!!!)

My God, my tourniquet, return to me Salvation. My God, my tourniquet, return to me Salvation.

She was going to miss the beautiful music as well. Reluctantly, she turned it off and grabbed her bag, which was covered in a soft, midnight blue fabric. "I hate my life." Raven said truthfully, and walked out of her room.