Prologue:
She was losing her concentration…and the battle as well.
Her shield shattered, sending her onto the hard floor and before she could scramble to her feet, a figure approached her.
"What hurts the most? Did it hurt when you realized that I'm better at controlling my powers?"
She managed to get into a sitting position.
"Did it hurt to see that I'm better liked than you?" the figure spoke as a hand lifted.
The short-haired girl at the ground stared in horror as a large stalagmite hovered above her.
A sneer spread onto the looming person in shiny metal armor. "Or the fact that deep down, you thought I was really your friend?"
Fear and anger boiled inside the girl on the ground but she suppressed them.
The hand dropped, as did the stalagmite.
Her world went dark.
She awoke with terrible headache and with shock realized that she was not in her room.
A heavy door opened and the blonde girl who had apparently let her last attack slip, grabbed her arm and shoved her out the door.
"Where are you taking me?" the Goth asked, realizing that her hands were tied behind her back with a metal clasp.
"To your master," was the reply, as they approached a large hall.
"If you think that I'll go down without a fight, think again."
She saw a hideous sneer before her captor spoke. "I brought her here just like you wished," The blond-haired spoke and pushed her forward.
"And you'll lose me as fast-"
"Very good, apprentice."
The prisoner stopped dead, hearing that cold, controlled voice, remembering her encounter with her diabolical father.
"No!"
"I told you that I had a message to deliver. And I will deliver, whether you like it or not."
She stared at the orange and black mask before raising her question. "What is your message?"
He moved his hand.
"An apprentice?" she asked before she realized that someone steeped out from behind him.
And her eyes widened in pure horror as she realized that someone stood before her in an orange and black suit, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Robin?"
Raven awoke with a start.