Fallen Star
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans; but I do own Celeste, Desparos, and Adena; as well as the plot twist.
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A man walked down the dim, winding stone steps of Azarath. Fire cascaded against the sides from the boiling lava pit below. It was the only light in the large cavern that he swiftly climbed down; and in a flare of fire it showed his features.
He looked to be in his forties, with deep tan skin and fiery red hair. Tattoos of some strange symbol were engraved upon his thick arms and one hidden on his chest by the black tunic he wore. The eyes were hooded and blood red, like all the people of Azarath. All save one.
He was a tall man, if he could be called human; well-built with a strong jaw and an emotionless, masked face. But if you would look closer you could see the concern in the scarlet orbs. Today was different. Today, it had happened; and now came his part. Yet, if he knew, if the lord and master of all Azarath ever found out what he was doing…
The man shook the thought from his head as he reached the bottom of the stairs; and came to what seemed to be a faceless wall of stone.
Panting heavily, he pressed his hand against it and the wall seeped with thin black tendrils. Then a door appeared in the stone, ancient symbols graced the door reading out in English to be;
"The Stolen Star lies in these walls, waken her not; lest the fall of all."
Ignoring the warning he pulled out a golden key from inside of his cloak; closing his eyes for a moment and muttering the ancient words of his people before putting the golden key into the door and watching as it turned black; absorbing the dark magic placed on it.
The door creaked open and he walked slowly into a large chamber with white marble flooring and white light seeping through the air as the dark magic that once held this place receded.
The chamber was completely bare; except for one thing in the middle of the room.
A large coffin lie in the center of the room, the shadows seeping off the fair wood as the light began to fill the room.
The man held his breath as he stepped toward the open coffin, peering inside.
Red velvet cushion lined the box, and a single occupant lie there. She was a tall woman, looking to be in her mid-twenties; even though the man knew she was older. He suddenly felt unsure of himself; not completely recognizing the woman that was there. She was the right age for her imprisonment, the same tall and slender body with appealing curves. The same gently pointed chin, high cheekbones, and full lips. Yet her skin had become paler, and some aura about her had become darker. Still, he looked at her gently slanted, closed eyes and long, wavy blue-black hair. It was her, undeniably it was her.
The man carefully, with reverence and caution; lifted the woman out of the coffin, feeling relived that her heart still beat and the coffin had only been from the master's decorating skills.
Carrying her out of the room and into the dim, fiery room he placed her carefully on the ground and then whispered,
"Fallen star, stolen light; hide yourself no more. For the love of life and the price you paid, awaken to save her once more." His usually mild and cold voice carried the melody of the chant as a white light began to burn around the woman.
He took a step back as the bright flames engulfed her and then, as suddenly as they came they receded.
He took a hesitant step forward and her dark eyes opened to a deep sea of midnight violet.
"Celeste?" He called gently.
The woman didn't move for a moment; then her long legs flexed with lean muscle, and then her arms. Finally, her fingers itched across the cold ground and the young woman sat up; breathing deeply.
She opened her mouth to speak, but only an odd croaking noise came out.
The man had been prepared for this. He swiftly pulled out a casket of water and poured the cool liquid down her throat.
She coughed and then looked up to him. "Desparos?"
"Don't speak." He replied and pulled out a bundle of food.
Celeste fell upon it with a will; her body having been deprived of food for a number of years.
When she had finished the sizeable bundle she sipped at the water and then without looking at the man asked,
"How long was I asleep Desparos?" Her normal tone had returned, silky smooth and yet slightly bitter; soft, yet deadly.
"Sixteen years, My Lady." He replied with a sigh.
She looked thoughtfully at the flames bubbling around her.
"Then it is about to happen; isn't it Desparos?" Celeste stood.
"Her markings were renewed this very day." Desparos replied.
"It is her sixteenth birthday then?" The woman asked even softer.
Desparos paused before replying. "Yes, Celeste. It is the day of her birth; after sixteen years."
She gave a small smile and said, "It is strange the things I remember; like birthdays and the smell of pine. I can recall so little of my life on Earth…" Celeste spoke to the air before turning to the man. "On Earth the day of your birth is celebrated each year."
"I doubt the girl is celebrated this day." He replied grimly.
Celeste only nodded; her long black dress swaying in the movement, the matching cloak covering her shoulders. After all these years she still stood with regal and grace.
"It is good to see you my friend." She said finally.
"It is good to have you awake after all this time My Lady." He replied.
She gripped his arm to comfort him for a moment; and then began to follow him up the stairs.
"The master will be kept busy with the girl; but we still have little time." Desparos said as they climbed the steps. "The child Adena will be of some help to us if you can convince her to assist."
Celeste nodded automatically, her mind already on the plan formed over a decade ago.
I am coming for you Trigon.
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Alright, for those of you that don't know this is the day of Raven's birthday when Slade came back and that crazy chase went on…. Anyways, I am sorry if it is confusing; but you should understand everything next chapter. For now just REVIEW and tell me how you like it. Flames are accepted as long as they have a point.