Hey everyone, this is a rewrite of Kate DiCamillo's book The Tale of Despereaux... with a Teen Titans twist, of course. You don't have to have read it in order to understand my story, but if you should anyways because it's a great book. My version has some major changes though in order for it to have fit the TT plot, but just go along with me k? K! Please, please please review! If you do then me and my imaginary mouse will love you forever and ever!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, or The Tale of Despereaux

Main Charactors:

Beast Boy: Despereaux, renamed Garverde

Raven: Princess Pea, renamed Princes Rae

Robin: King Phillip, renamed King Richard

Starfire: Miggery Sow (Mig), renamed Korander Star (Kori)

Cyborg: The Cook

Terra: Roscuro, renamed Terra

Slade: Boticelli, Renamed Slade

"The world is dark, and light is precious.

Come closer, dear reader.

You must trust me.

I am telling you a story."

Kate Dicamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

Part One: A Garverde is born

Chapter One: the last one

This story starts in the most hidden parts between the walls of a castle. With something as insignificant as the birth of a mouse. A small green mouse, the last and least mouse born to his parents, the only one of his litter that survived the perils of birth. But in this story, he is anything but insignificant.

"Where are my newborns?" said the exhausted mother when the trivial ordeal was through. "Show me my little ones."

The father mouse held the small green mouse in the air, exposing him to the world.

"This is the last one, the least one," he said sorrowfully. "The others died."

"Just that one mouse?" The disappointed mother asked.

"Just this one, are you going to name him?"

"All that trouble for nothing," sighed the mother, "just for a sick, sorry mouse. Such a disappointment."

"Are you going to name him?" the father repeated.

"Will I? Of course, should I? No. He will die, like the others, look at him; he's such a sorry disappointment. So sad, such a tragedy..." She trailed off

The mother of the mice held a piece of cloth that served as a handkerchief to her nose and then waved it, not once, but twice, in front of her face. She sniffed. "I will name him, yes. I will name him Garverde, a disappointing name, for such a disappointing mouse, like all of the other despairs in the world. Now, give me my mirror."

Her husband handed her a small shard of glass. The mother mouse looked in it and gasped around. She looked around a spotted one of her older mice children, Mento. "Mento, fetch my makeup bag, my eyes are such a fright!"

While the distressed mother fixed her makeup, the father put Garverde down on a bed made of blanket scraps. The August sun streamed through one of the many palace windows and into the hole that intruded into the mouse fortress. It placed the tip of its golden finger on the small green mouse.

The older mice, kin to the little one gathered around to stare at the new addition to the family.

"He's green!" his sister Rita gasped, "He's not supposed to be green!"

"His ears are enourmous and pointy!" another sister squeaked. "Why are they so pointy?"

"One of his teeth are sticking out!" A brother giggled. "He's funny looking!"

"Look," said Mento, "his eyes are open. Father, his eyes are open. They should not be opened yet.

It was true. Garverde's eyes were defying the guidelines that usually restricted mice his age. His eyes weren't supposed to be opened. But amazingly they were. He was staring at the golden touch of the sun spread across the wall of their humble home, and he was smiling. Smiling at one of the glories of this world.

"There must be something wrong with it." His father said. "Leave him be."

All of his brothers and sisters backed away from the olive green mouse, away, because they were frightened that he was different.

"The last." The mothers voice cut through the air heavy with curiousity. "The last mouse born to me, I will have no more children, they are ruining my good looks, and what disappointments they are too. The last one. The very last."

"The last one," the father echoed, "And he will not possibly live, he can't survive with his eyes open like that. He will die soon.

But, dear reader, he did survive.

And this story is about that young green mouse, Garverde.

Like it? Hate it? I always say there is only one way to find out! And you know how to do that, constructive criticism is appreciated too, as long as you review! Hey I made a ryme! –giggle--