Hello fellow readers! How have you been? It's been awhile since I finished The Orb, so I bet you are eager to read this! So, without further a do, dun, duh-duh-duuuuuhhhh! The sequal to The Orb, I give you, The Radiance of an Orb Past!
Please thank Lucifer Daemon for the title! Thanks so much! I was totally stumped for one of my own!
This story does start out with no known characters from the show itself, except maybe the mom, but don't worry! I do plan on Robin and Starfire coming in later. Maybe the others. I haven't decided yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.
Enjoy!
Okay, so, you know how sometimes you have a hunch, and then you later find out your hunch was right, only, not in the way you expected it to be? Well, that's what happened to me. My name is Ember. This is the story of how I met my family.
"Mom! Have you seen my notebook? I can't find it anywhere!" I shouted as I frantically dug through my hamper. It doesn't make sense that my notebook would be there, and I know that, but I need it for school today!
"Have you checked the bookshelves?" She hollered back to me. She almost always asks if I've looked in the first place I've looked, which means she almost never knows where any of my stuff is.
I sighed with annoyance. "Yes, mom! I did!" I answered.
"Then I don't know what to tell you."
I sighed again. Typical mom.
"Ugh! I need that notebook!" I slammed my clothes back into my hamper and pushed it back into my closet. Typical hour-long search for insert-school-related-item-here.
"Looking for this?" Trevor said, tauntingly waving my notebook in the doorway.
"My notebook! You better give that back!" I threatened my little brother.
"Or what?" Typical Trevor. Of course he challenged me. I'm his sister.
He started running in laughter as I chased after him. Down the hall and stairs, around the staircase. He went around one way and I went the other, planning to cut him off in the kitchen. I stood there, ready to block his path. Just as he appeared and saw me though, he almost ran into me and tossed the notebook, which landed in the oatmeal cooking on the stove.
"Oops…"Trevor said as I pulled it out of the pan of goop with my index finger and thumb. Gross!
Anger boiled up inside of me as mom walked in from throwing away some packaging. She saw the goopy notebook in my fingers and instantly reacted. "Oh, honey! You two get ready. I'll wipe this off for you." She said with common motherly sympathy for her daughter. She took the now soggy, goop covered notebook from my fingers full grip, as if it were already clean. How can she grip goop like that so easily?
As my mom went back to the trashcan in the other room with a roll of paper towels, my anger finally reached its peak. My brother sensed my anger and ran back out of the kitchen the way he came. "I'll kill you!" I shouted angrily at him as I ran after him down the stairs to the basement.
I found him and backed him to the wall just by walking forward slowly. Then I went for him and he met my hands with his own. We struggled.
After awhile, I said, "Hmm, it seems we are evenly matched, little brother. I don't know how I'll be able to-"
Then he interrupted. "Cut the act, Ember. I know you're holding back. I've known you for too long to fall for that again."
I smirked at him. "You're catching on. Are you sure you can handle it though?"
"I've been training. Bring it on."
I shook my head. "Alright. Don't say I didn't warn you."
I transferred the full force of my anger to the muscles in my arms. Instantly, Trevor's hands were pinned to the wall. I start to feel the bones in his hands start to give a little as my own hands heat up.
"Aagh!" I could tell he was trying to keep himself from shouting, so I pulled my hands back from his own and he stumbled forward. "Ow." He said as he rubbed his hands. "How come you're so much stronger than me?"
I found this a strange question because of how obvious the answer was. "Of course I'm stronger than you. I'm older." I said.
"By, like, a year. You've always been stronger than me. You can pin me in two seconds, no matter how much I work out. Don't you find that strange?"
To tell you the truth, I did find it a little strange, but I wasn't about to tell Trevor that. I gave him a look that said I still didn't believe him with my arms crossed.
"It also felt like my hands were starting to burn. That's never happened before." He added.
"Let me see your hands." I said.
He placed his hands in mine and I looked at them. They looked a little red, and his palms were covered with sweat. "I'd say they look fine. Sweaty palms. My guess is that a lot of body heat was trapped between our hands. You just over-exaggerated." Just then, I also noticed that his hands were really warm. Like, unnaturally warm. I didn't say anything.
He pulled his hands away and examined them himself. "…I guess so." He said, sounding unsure.
"Come on. We got to get some breakfast." I said as I led him to the staircase.
I sat at the table and ate from the bowl of oatmeal in front of me as I examined my no-longer-goopy notebook. "Thanks mom." I said with a mouth full of hot, wet oats.
"Don't talk with your mouth full." She instructed.
I swallowed my food. "I said, 'Thanks mom.'" I repeated.
"You're welcome, honey. Now finish your breakfast and finish getting ready. You don't want to be late for the bus again."
I looked at the clock and dropped my spoon onto the table. "Oh my gosh! I got to go!" I pushed out my chair, grabbed my notebook, and was about to head upstairs when mom stopped me. "A-a-a, not so fast, young lady. I want you to eat your breakfast. You need the energy to jumpstart your day."
"But I got to leave now if I want to catch the bus, mom!" I argued as I slipped past her and headed up the stairs. I shoved my notebook into my backpack, shoved my feet into my shoes, and headed back down the stairs as I slung my backpack over my shoulder.
"But what about breakfast?" She said as I came back in the kitchen. I grabbed a granola bar out of the snack cupboard.
"I'll eat this." I said, flashing the granola bar in her face as I passed her through the kitchen. "Bye!" I ran out and shut the door behind me.
This is pretty much my typical morning. If you think this is messed up, just you wait. It gets crazier.
So, what did you think of th first chapter of the sequal? Tell me!
This chapter is mainly to introduce the main character and her typical morning. Some more awesome stuff is going to happen later.
So sad this is the end of the chapter! Boohoo! :'(
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