Disclaimer-I do not own Young Justice until pigs fly *a pig fly's by*. Okay, I still don't own YJ even when pigs fly. Sigh.

This is my first fan fiction so please, bear with me. Constructive criticism appreciated. Flames will be doused with a fire extinguisher.

Prologue

The ceiling was caving in. Well, that much was obvious. She was the one making it come down on them. First, it cracked, showing the unique layers of the dirt that had formed over the thousands of years. Then, large chunks would fall due to gravity, only to be caught by her wave of power. They would twist; mould themselves to her very command before bringing down the middle aged man in front of her to unconsciousness. This was just a walk in the ball park. The only real trouble came when- clank.

The girl cussed to herself as boulders were strewn around, opening up a deep pit full of magma just below her. It bubbled as it sensed the earth-bender above. A silent cry seemingly reached out to her, seemingly shouting "bend us to your will."

"Why would I?" She spat.

The voices of it all were one large headache for her, driving her nearly to insanity. She spent all her life trying to block out the voices, which seemed too persistent for their own good. If only moulding them would take those voices away...

A hand placed itself over her shoulder. "We need to go." Her eyes linked to those of Gar-Beastboy as the group fondly called him.

She thought for a moment. "No."

His eyes widened as they seemingly pierced into her soul. He knew of the voices from that moment on, it seemed. The loud voices which nearly drove her to insanity now yelled at them like they did her. Why on this green earth would they not stop yelling?

He tugged at her arm. "We can get you help," was all he said.

Get help? What was that supposed to mean?

She shook her head. "You go," she whispered. "I'm the only one that can stop this."

Tears stained both their cheeks as he drew her into a hug.

"Don't forget me" she whispered as he ran away to safety.

Quickly, she brought her arms in, seemingly drawing all her power to her core. The rocks beside her seemingly hung in for warmth. Gritting her teeth, all her energy came together with rocks and fresh mud digging into her pores. As quickly as it was shoved together, the yellow aura sprang back out as her arms opened up as if receiving a hug.

In that moment, Tara Markov died, while Terra felt more alive than ever before.