Yodle unnamed readers who I'll never meet in real life! If you do not know me; then good, because that would be plain stalkerish. But so that you don't call me the "Odd-Psycho Girl" I'll tell you some things to ease your minds. . .

. . . or make you even more disturbed than before. Whatever.

I'm SJ, the loser who doesn't have a FanFiction account and so mooches off of her awesome friends (thank you Lady Shadow77; luv you as heterosexually as possible) to spread her untalent. I am the one who wrote the last Teen Titans fic, Throughout the Ages. After getting a really nice review (though I may or may not have offended with my pairing at the end), I decided to once again be a total female dog and mooch off of my friends' generosity.

So, this is not as good as my last story in my opinion, but I'm a loser! What do I know! so read, love and enjoy! or not. but I will take flames and set your house on fire.

And to keep the lawyers happy; I don't own Teen Titans. Losers will never own Teen Titans, and given my current occupation (L.O.S.E.R- Lame Opal Shaped Eccentric Runner), I will never own Teen Titans.

She watched as the little girl scooped the sand in the pail repeatedly, humming a tune that the one watching couldn't quite name. Then came the patting down of the sand, as if by pushing down on the sand in the pail it would retain it's shape. Then, with a surprising amount of speed, the pail was flipped upside down and pulled into the air, leaving the sand partially intact in its wake.

"There, all done!" The little six year old smiled happily, her brown locks blowing around her face wildly in the wind. In front of her stood what was in her mind the best sand castle made on the planet, though it really was only a single cylinder, and a very crude one at that.

"Wait," the girl frowned. "I have to make it pretty first."

And so, the next five minutes was spent walking around the park, looking for things that would make it 'pretty'. What was chosen was a red leaf, a rock, and an acorn. The child, humming that unnameable tune yet again, placed the leaf on top, the rock at the bottom of the sand castle, and after much deliberation placed the acorn next to the leaf.

"Now it's pretty!" The girl cried. "Mommy! Come see what I made pretty!"

Once the girl was gone, the person watching walked over to the sandbox, her blue boots making a dull crunching noise on the grass. It was a rather ugly castle, she thought to herself as she tilted her head at it. Utterly pointless too. It wouldn't do anything but take up space.

So why make it? Why go through antagonizing labor to make something that was only going to break sooner or later? Sooner, if the skill that was involved in its creation was anything to go by. And that girl was going to go through all the trouble of bothering her mother - she tried not to think on that word - to show her this? It didn't make any sense. Of course, nothing that she had seen on Earth had made any sense to her so far.

Hearing the faint sound of voices, she quickly retreated back into the darkness. Soon, the little girl came into view, dragging behind her an older woman that must have been her mother.

"See mommy? Do you see it?" She cried as she pointed at her work. "Isn't it pretty?"

She, knowing from experience what exactly was going to happen, began to walk away, doing her best to quash down any pity that she might have felt for the child.

She hadn't gotten three feet away when she was proven wrong.

"It's beautiful Clarice," the woman pulled her daughter into a huge hug. "I love it."

"Thank you mommy!"

She watched with something that might have been surprise and confusion, if she was allowed to do so. Why was that the reaction? What was wrong with this particular duo, what made them different?

Immediately that thought was pushed away. It was her that was different, not that mother and daughter. She was the one that was not allowed such trifle things.

Of course, if this was the place that was rumored to have scrolls on how to defeat Him, than she would have to stay, and therefore probably witness more painful reminders on her major transgression of existing in the first place.

Raven sighed. Hello Jump City.

Tada! Just as a warning, from now on I WILL be on of those lamos who puts an author's note at the END of a story (hey, just be glad the actual story was short). So, read, review, and give me flames so I may fill my pyro-maniac needs *victims of my pyro-maniac needs that are behind me warn you not to*

So anyway, hope you enjoyed, and if you have any requests for stories about our girl Raven, just do what you can; email LadyShadow77 so I may mooch off of her internet! YAAAAAY for sucky friends (me)!

Yodle!