Author's note: I do not own Teen Titans, but I love them.
Chapter One
Fighting
There she sat, all alone, staring out into the darkness, and searching for something. Her eyes were golden, the color that so many kings used to long for, and her teeth where white like ivory like the substance that so many Egyptian nobles couldn't afford to have in their tombs.
Her hair was chestnut with golden streaks that made her hair look like the western horizon just after sunset. Her face was drawn up into a tight frown, and her intense gaze was fixed on the lumberjacks that were destroying her home. Her forest.
If they had looked at her, and seen her pain, combined with her face, they would have fled fearing terror from those eyes. The terror that they were capable of and she so often didn't use. She was afraid of losing herself. She was granted power, the power of her mother, the Great Mother, and her father King of the Hunt. She could stop the people destroying her forest, but why?
What would it accomplish? More people would just start to defy her family, and hate the forest more, until one day they would expand their stupid city, and choke every wild thing.
So there she sat. The full moon, her mother, was casting light and love on her bare back. The soft light, not warming her, and only adding fuel to her anger. Go Away, she thought loudly, she felt her mother recoil.
Vines grew around her arms, and their roots sunk into her skin using her as a garden. She didn't mind, and she tried to stifle a laugh at how much it tickled.
Daughter, a loud powerful voice said, making her eyes water, with pain, peace, love, hate, and a bubble of emotion. Will you ever come back to my embrace?
"No!" she screamed, up at the rising moon, and setting sun. "Not as long as you posses power, and refuse to use it. Not unless you save us. If it was up to you every mortal would have forgotten us! I saved us," she fell down from exhaustion, and looked up at the moon. Its aura was angry; it was practically rippling with anger.
There is nothing you can do, a voice rang in her ear, angering her, and making her feel awake, and alive once more.
"I will right the wrongs," she growled. She looked up at the sky, and glared. "And I know who can help me." She got up, and realized that she was bare to the world, and cringed against the cool night air, without trees.
"I might need some cloths," she muttered to herself.
She silently wandered the city streets, invisible to all people, like a wraith. Few that had either lighter or darker souls sensed her. With just looking at them she could tell that the darker ones pulling back, recoiling in fear that they were to be punished, the lighter ones hoping that she was there to bless them.
She ignored all of them, blending in with the shadows, her black cape not hiding the inner light that came from her chest. But no one found her. Instead she went looking for evil.
There was no true evil near here, though she could sense someone evil but they were far away, not of her immediate concern. But she did stop three low life criminals from beating up young and old woman alike. They perished with just a touch of her finger, though she could set them ablaze with fire, her third cousin.
For days she wandered the streets of the city, watching people, and trying to be avoided. Only once was she seen, and that was by a believer whom she had saved from being robbed. But she quickly disappeared after saving her Prada purse from the criminal. After that she was much more careful.
On the fifth day she was sitting on top on a large glowing neon N watching the city, nearly suffocated from the smoke, and the smell of filth. But she enjoyed the people.
Scream from two miles away reached her ear, and she heard them, and went to save them. Her other cousin air, was in a good mood today, and let her ride the wind. So she flew instead of ran or jumped buildings. She preferred it, but her cousin, air, was fickle, not always liking her.
She got there in record breaking time, but what she saw there was horrible. A large monster that spat slime, and trapped people with its mucus, she had never seen something that defied her mother's laws so much. There were already five young people attacking it, trying to bring it down. But nothing they did worked.
We can help, small roots said from under the ground, and the vines growing on her arms spoke with them. Call on us and we can stop him. They're voices were hard, and old, cracking like rock from erosion.
So can we, if you'll let us, said the flames that lived inside of her. Their voices were hot and painful she ignored them.
"Roots of earth, new and old, get this creature you now behold!" She screamed at the top to her lungs. The five teenagers turned and saw her, all surprised at this girl. One of them giggled, as if she had said something funny, but stopped as the ground started to moan, and the creature was mummified in roots, and was slowly pulled down into the Earth, screaming, for the roots were taking his moisture.
Thank you, the roots moaned, she nodded her welcome to them, and turned to slowly walk away.
Robin saw the girl. She looked no older than seventeen, his age, and he was in awe of what she had done. She had just stopped the monster that they had fought for so long, in a matter of minutes.
She was walking away slowly, and all of the Titans goggled at her, Starfire went flying after her and no one stopped her.
"Excuse me," Starfire said, tapping the girl on her shoulder. "Who are you?" Slowly the girl, woman really, for her eyes didn't look young.
Beast Boy's mouth fell open, and Cyborg looked down at raven and then at the other girl. Robin could see why they were under her spell.
She was short, but not to short, she wasn't skinny instead she had curves, and her skin was the color of clay, but not quite so red. Her eyes were gold, and they looked like they had seen worlds rise and fall, and then a new world rise in its place. The black cape that was draped over her shoulders and the hood on her head, she slowly pealed away.
Her hair was red when it hit the sun the right way, but otherwise it was a shade of brown. She was beautiful, no doubt, but Robin still preferred Starfire.
Her cloths consisted of brown pants and were held up by a belt that seemed to glow when Robin didn't look straight at it. Her top was like an old Celtic warrior woman's top, concealing only what needed to be, and leaving her stomach, a six pack, bear.
"I am no one," was her reply. Her voice sounded deep and rich, a perfect alto, and musical.
"But surely you are someone," Starfire said, "What is your name?" The girl raised an already arched eyebrow.
"I have no name." Beast Boy started to inch towards the two girls, but Robin held him back, remembering Terra. She didn't want Beast Boy repeating what had happened.
"Than I shall call you Matchek," she said proudly. The girl raised her eyebrow again, and looked confused. "On my world it is a plant that grows wildly, and then devours evil people." The girl slowly backed away as Raven and Beast Boy walked up. She eyed Raven, and Raven her, both of their faces unreadable.
"How 'bout Sage, Starfire?" Beast Boy recommended. "Remember the herb that you like so much? The floating girl clapped, and smiled.
"Sage," she said happily. "Where do you live?" Robin, Cyborg, and Raven shook there heads. They didn't want a repeat of Terra, but Beast Boy was to busy fawning over her.
"I live no where," as soon as she finished, Starfire gripped her wrists and started to fly away, taking her to Titan's tower.
