Hello, eartling(s). 'Tis I, the Doctor. This story is an adaptation of a Midsummer's Night Dream, written by Shakespeare. I will change a whole lot, leaving only the basic plot and names the same.
Disclaimer: Duuuuuuude. IT'S FREAKING SHAKESPEARE AND TEEN TITANS.
"Dearest, I shall simply go mad in anticipation of our wedding!" exclaimed an over-excited Hippolyta.
"Now, now, darling. We shall wait 'til the moon's rebirth to be wed," replied a calmer Theseus. "Until then, we must solve the trivial difficulties that stand in the pathway to our love." Right after Theseus' touching words, there was a loud banging at the door.
"Enter!" yelled Hippolyta. A bedraggled nobleperson dragged in three teenagers, who were all scratching at eachother and yelling harsh words. The man pushed the teenagers to their feet.
"Now, pray tell, dear sir, what am I to do with these star-crossed lovers? I am responsible for this lad, Demetrius," the old man pushed a young man with spiky hair up, who just crossed his arms and scoffed. "While the other two idiots, Hermia and Lysander- who are in love, mind you- tangled up the perfect arrangements Clark and I had previously made. "
Hermia and Lysander just clung to eachother frightfully, while Demetrius smirked arrogantly, knowing he would end up victorious.
"Helena, come in here right this minute! Come sort out- don't appear so suddenly, it's unladylike!" Theseus scolded the blue-cloaked figure.
Helena just sighed. "What do you want, Father? Another legal affair to sort out that you were to lazy to actually even listen to?" Theseus flapped his hands impatiently around, explaining the situation. Helena just sighed again. Theseus and Hippolyta both left promptly, and Raven approached the visitors.
"Egeus. What was the original arrangement for the marriages?" she asked in a lulling monotone.
Egeus fidgeted under the cold, harsh glare of the scholarly girl. "Well, originally," he started, and with obvious emphasis on the originally, "My son, Demetrius, was betrothed to the beauteous Hermia. They were happy with eachother, until Lysander came along, and tricked poor Hermia into a false love with himself. My son fell in love with Hermia, but she just left him, breaking his heart. Do you see the problem, lass?" Helena just nodded.
She then turned to the quarrelling lovers. "Suck it up, you three. Life isn't a fantasy. Believe me, I should know, with parents like mine. Hermia, you have three options; become a nun, and stay a vrigin for life; marry Demetrius; or die a gruesome death at the hand of an axeman. You have four days to decide. Farewell; I hope that I haven't helped." With that final comment, Helena walked away, Hermia at her heels. The remaining two teenagers just turned to look at eachother in confusion, remembering the only part they saw of Helena besides for her cape; beautiful amethyst eyes.
"Friend Helena, please do the waiting of up! I wish to speak with you!" Hermia squeaked.
The simple reply was, "No. Leave me alone." Hermia looked at the ground dejectedly, and strode away, to the waiting boys, where the fight recommenced.
Helena entered her room, and pulled the hood of her cape off, to reveal one of the most beautiful faces in the world, and one who saw much, at that. There was one simple thought that ran rampant thriugh her mind;
Demetrius.