Prologue
Raven's POV
People often think I can't feel emotions.
How wrong they are.
Whenever I was little, I caused chaos. If I was upset, candles would explode in a mass of fiery wax. If I was happy, I'd start to levitate, and float around the room, banging off of the walls. If I was upset, I'd morph into my soul self, and get lost. My mother realized that my emotions were volatile, and before she died, she initiated me into the church of Azar. They saw emotions as a weakness, and never showed them. I needed the same ability, but for a different reason.
I was put through vigorous training to learn how to suppress my emotions. If I became too passionate about something, havoc could ensue. The priests taught me how to not show anything, and be blank. If I never expressed my emotions, and kept them under control, my powers wouldn't escape, and everything would be okay.
After I had learned all I could from them, I came to Earth to start over, and to live a new life. I learned that by saying certain emotional triggers, I could control my powers, and help save lives. I came up with a mantra for myself, a sort of spell, with three emotional triggers. Azarath is the name of where I was born, and where I used to live. Metrion is my given name, the one I used on Azarath, as I had picked a new name for myself when I came to earth. Zinthos was the name of my pet raven, whom I used to talk to for hours on end, and fly with.
I found a group of kids that were about my age, who had talents like mine, called the Teen Titans. I joined them, and helped to fight crime. I settled into a sort of routine. I would meditate daily, keeping a firm grasp on my emotions so I could use them whenever I needed. Occasionally I would lapse, and something would blow up, but it was increasingly rare.
People often think I can't feel emotions.
How very wrong they are.
Chapter
One
Beast Boy's POV