A/N: I have written quite a few stories now but have always gone back to this one as a project. It is not finished, but I would like to see what people think as I am exploring different writing styles. I wanted it to sound like it was in another eerie.
I loved the Malchior episode within Teen Titans but always felt that so much had been skipped over. I wanted to explore the concept behind the book, and then link it back to Teen Titans. I hope people will enjoy the story and the things I've added to keep it interesting.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans however; I do own this story concept.
Preface
The sound of a large crash tore through the small town and the people were woken from their slumber. Their beds were deserted when they caught sight of a raging fire headed towards them. Already there were man carrying buckets filled to the brim with water setting off for the farm lands. Water was tossed over the flames that licked at the steams of corn in a feeble in an attempt to lessen the damage, however they could already see that there was no hope. The frost at the edge of the farm with trees that reached at least ten feet high, where burning brightly and from that brightness the people could see that this was not a simple fire, but an inferno.
Some man returned home to tell the people of the news. That the town would be destroyed and that each family should take what they can and head towards the nearest town. The men who stayed tended as best they could to the fire. They dug a trench to keep the town out of reach for a bit longer and moved water in wheel carts. Nothing the men did caused the flames to yield. Their stock was gone and their homes would soon be burned to the ground.
A flighty man with ragged clothes and grim on his face turned to the forest, wondering. What on this earth could have made this mess? Certainly it was from no storm, no lighting had strike ground from he was aware and the sky above was clear, 'sides from the ashy smoke and flecks. But, in the midst of the flames he saw it. There stood a horrible beast and it seemed to be admiring this conflagration. It was larger than anything he'd ever seen and it had wings.
The others spotted it seconds later and gasped, their faces where strike with awe and bewilderment. The beast stretched its great wings and shot into the sky where it soared over head for reasons they could not be sure of. It wasn't until it opened its mouth that the flighty man knew what had happened.
Fire shot from the beast and turned the houses inside the small town and people who were unable to escape into ash. Fire gorged and overwhelmed the land in a ravishing hunger and the beast with its large body and great inky wings, laid among the flames, curled up like it was wrapped in a blanket.
By light all that remained of the town were charred, impacted, and cumbering buildings. The once lash flowing grass was ash and dirt as was the corn field. No life would be able to live on this land, not for the many years that were to follow. The people who had once lived here would not be able to return either, instead they would be forced into refuge and spend their nights in the cold, harsh winter. This was all because of the beast, the monster that roamed the earth with a fiery hungry that would only be soothed by the destruction of everything.
For many years this beast was allowed to roam free. His passion for destruction fuelling him towards greater devastation and when this monster shattered everything in sight, only then would he be satisfied. He was feared by so many, and all who had opposed him had failed in his end. There wasn't a soul on the plant who would be able to stop this beast, or so the world had thought.
The Queen of this ravishing land had claimed two powerful sorcerers said to be the strongest and most capable of all fighters. She had sent them off on a quest to where the beast now slumbered, in hopes of endings its life. The two had thought this was such an honour and did as the Queen had asked.
They set off at dawns first spark for the place where the beast would take rest, in a small village recently devastated. Hooves slammed against heated ground kicking up dust as the two rode upon magnificent steeds. The wind caught their hair, flicking it in front of their handsome faces and caressing it behind them. Light burned into the fare skin on their necks, which the silver armour would not protect and their suits heated as midday hit.
The men had understood that their journey was a dangerous one with unpredictable outcomes and that an innumerable amount of time may be spent in tents and on the skin of cows. They were aware that what laid in front of them may be death itself, and that they were only expected to return if the beast had in fact been slayed. Returning without the death of the beast would be seen as cowardice.
'They would not fail' that was the promise that the Queen had given the people. 'They will fight through sweat, through blood, through burns or cuts, through shattered bones and torn apart limbs and if the beast still stands, they will continue to fight, till death takes the beast, or themselves.' She had said, and the people had cheered.
They were going to save the world from this beast. It would be nothing to them, a simple quest like all the others they had shared, for they had fought side by side for many years. There was nothing that could beat them, nothing that could stand against them, and nothing they wouldn't do for their Queen.
However, this is not the place where their stories truly begun, as it had started many years before. For you to truly understand who they are now, you need to understand who they were then.
