Hey guys! This is one of the stories I said I'd be writing, this chapter is the prologue, in a little while I'll be posting the actual first chapter.

Title: True Heroes

Summary: This is the story of the Titans lives, growing up, falling in love, having adventures, discovering new things…and meeting Daniella…what prophesies will young Daniella bring? And why do most of them concern BB and Rae? BBxRae, RobxStar, KFxJinx CyxBee and more.

Rating: T

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this to my Step Daddy (Pappa) who has been the closest thing to a Father I've ever had. And who probably saved my life today. And, of course, BBxRae shippahs.

Second dedication: People with asthma.

Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own 'em. Full stop. End of story. Bye, bye.

A/N: Firstly, sorry for not updating as much as I should be, but since it's my birthday soon I shall be updating a lot more as a treat, promise.

Secondly, you're probably wondering what happened for Pappa to have probably saved my life today. Well, the answer is asthma. To people who have asthma: No matter how bad your asthma is, always carry an inhaler. I thought I'd be okay at my niece's christening, I thought I didn't NEED to bring my inhaler with me. "Oh I'll be fine. Nothing'll happen." Bull crap. It was around quarter to seven and I started getting all light headed and couldn't breathe, my brother, Wayne, had to rub my stomach and help me breathe, in the end Rachel and Wayne had to take me outside for fresh air.

Rachel kept saying I needed to go home. By this point I was hyperventilating and crying my eyes out. My lungs were absolutely aching and throat throbbing. Pappa came out with Margaret and they helped me to the car, trying to keep me conscious. I remember getting into the car and driving the short way back, trying to keep my eyes open. I was struggling and couldn't breathe. Margaret stopped the car and Pappa got out. He looked at me and suddenly everything went black. I was unconscious. Next thing I knew I was on my sofa, my dog on my legs, Pappa holding my hand and Margaret poring water over my head.

I was barely conscious and desperate for my inhaler. I finally got my inhaler and a cold drink of water. Just what I needed. Pappa asked me: "Do you know where you are?" Me: "Home…" He smiled and went to refill my glass. When he got back he explained what had happened. How he and Margaret had panicked when I lost consciousness, how Pappa had to carry me into the house, run upstairs for my inhaler, how they poured water over my head to try and wake me, how little I had been breathing, how they had contemplated calling an ambulance. And why? Because I thought I'd be okay without a bloody inhaler. If I had brought it I'd've still been at the party and I wouldn't have been unconscious for twenty minutes.

With that said, I hope all asthmatics learn a lesson from me. Carry. An. Inhaler. At. All. Times.

Well, on with the chapter!

"NO! PLEASE NO! NO!"

The young girl kicked and screamed in the hands of the translucent guards. But all her attempts for freedom were vain. Neither of these shadow creatures were going to let go.

The two hissed at the teenage girl, as if speaking to her. But no. They were not speaking.

She wailed in agony, suddenly letting her self be dragged along by the two demonic guards, hanging limp in their custody, as they approached a gate.

The dark haired girl managed to find the strength to look up, but only for a mere couple of moments. In front of her were indescribable things. It looked like Heaven and Hell combined. Above she could see sun and golden gates, a truly happy place to be. The place she wished she was at that very moment in time. Peering over the ledge to her left, she could see that below was engulfed in inferno, black gates leading to hell…some where she'd like to stay, far, far away from…

'Am…I dead?' She thought, feeling something odd in her stomach.

"Marda kevek." Muttered one of the shadow creatures just as the bronze gate opened.

"Ah!" Whimpered the girl as she was thrust onto the ground. She was about to stand when she heard the guards speak again.

"Bow! Bow to your masters! BOW!"

She felt her self being forced to lay her hands in front of her. She wanted to look up, but her head was also under their control.

She felt so sick. So weak. So vulnerable. She was entirely at these creatures disposal and there was nothing—NOTHING—she could so about it.

Then, she heard a voice, a soft one, not a hiss like the demons, but an almost soothing voice. Not one she had heard before…

"Stand, child, you will come to no harm."

She obeyed, no longer being forced to the ground.

She looked around her. Her left was all flames and darkness, her right was sun light and clouds. But she could see no face. Where was she?

"Where…where am I?"

A sinister laugh caught her off guard. She squeaked in surprise.

"Stupid child! You know where you are. You have had the dreams, no?" The voice did not wait for an answer. "Foolish child. You decided to ignore them! Thought they were fake, did you? Hah."

"That is enough, Trigon. We did not summon the child to mock her."

"Then get on with it, you pathetic being!"

The other voice seemed to ignore the insult. Instead, he continued to talk to the girl.

"Forgive him, my child."

She nodded slowly. Was this another dream…?

"I…who…who are you?"

"I am the Lord your God. And this," there was a pause. "Is Trigon. You wonder why we summon you here, Daniella?"

She opened her mouth for a moment. This was the lord and satan? It couldn't be…

"D—Daniella, sir?"

"Indeed."

"B—but my name's—"

"We know what your name is, stupid child!" It was clear Trigon was losing his patience, she could hear him grumbling and snarling as the lord spoke.

The lord, yet again, shunned Trigon's arrogance.

"Daniella, my child, you are confused. Allow me to explain."

Wide-eyed and gaping, she nodded.

"Daniella, you have been destined for this since before you were born. You were destined to be the Shadow Guardian."

'Daniella' tilted her head to the right, a confused look on her pale and scratched face. She had heard so much about this Shadow Guardian in her dreams, but she always had visions…visions of terrible things…

"There's…a catch…isn't there?"

"I am afraid to say there is, my child."

"…What is it?"

Trigon snickered.

"You'll forget everything. Your family. Your name. Your friends. Everything. You'll be all alone with nothing but your powers." And with that, he laughed hysterically.

"No. No. You're lying. You can't make me forget all that! Plus, I don't even HAVE powers!"

"You do not have them yet, my child. When this gathering has ended, you will forget. You will, of course, remember a few things—"

"—What like?"

"Your nationality, your curse, your powers, this meeting and that your chosen name is Daniella."

Daniella sighed and looked away.

'This can't be happening…'

Her sudden sadness did not go unnoticed.

"My child, I am sorry. But this is destiny."

"Is there any way to break the curse?"

"Indeed. When you remember your past, only then will the curse be broken and you will be free to go back to your home, if you choose to, but your powers will remain with you."

Trigon laughed.

"She'll never break the curse! NEVER!"

Daniella's heart sank as Trigon's words hit her. He was right. How was she to remember most of her past when they were taking her memory away?

The Lord, yet again, sensed her anguish.

"When you see something or someone that may have been in your past, you will have a flash back."

Daniella's eyes looked hopeful. Maybe there was a chance.

"Hmph. She will never manage it. You haven't even explained the RULES yet. The orders. The consequences. She'll never break the curse without breaking a law." Trigon laughed.

"I have faith in my children." There was a pause, and then the lord explained everything to her.

The rules seemed to go on forever. She was to obey her masters and…mistress? She was to do as she was told, she was not to be deceitful and betray her masters and mistress, she was to be loyal, and many other things. Half of which resulted in death if she did not obey. This scared the teenager.

"But…who is my mistress?"

Trigon grunted in annoyance.

"You shall find out soon enough. Which leads me to your first mission…"

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"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…"

She sat there, crossed legged, inches above the ground, chanting her mantra.

She had had no need for meditation anymore. Ever since her father had been defeated and sent back to hell, her powers had been under control.

But she wasn't meditating because of her powers. No. She sensed something was happening.

'But what?' She asked herself.

"Rae?" Came a familiar voice from behind.

"What is it, Beast Boy?"

"Um…why're you meditating? You haven't done that in like…years…" he asked rather shyly.

Beast Boy and Raven had been growing closer the last few years, both had learned to tolerate and trust each other. They even classed each other as best friends. Whenever either of them were in need of help or advice, they would turn to each other for guidance. Of course, the Titans, especially Cyborg, had used the bonding as something to tease his green friend about. Despite their closeness, Beast Boy had become rather nervous around Raven lately, it confused her, but nonetheless, she decided to brush it off, knowing that Beast Boy would have a good reason for feeling shy.

"No reason. I just sensed something."

"Oh…" Beast Boy rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "What did you sense?"

Raven opened her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows in concentration. Then, finally:

"I'm…not sure…"

She landed on the ground and turned to face her sixteen year old team mate.

"But whatever it is…it's coming…friend or foe, I'm not sure…but it's heading our way…"

Well, there ya go, the prologue! I'll have the first official chapter up in no time…hopefully…

Review and I'll update sooner!

- FDH