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Sequel to Raven's Daughter

Brief Summary Points of Raven's Daughter for those of you who are too lazy to read it: (And it's a quick review too)

Raven and Robin marry

Raven's pregnant, Starfire attacks her out of jealousy and rage

Raven dies during childbirth, daughter looks so much like Raven that Robin names her Rae (April 14, 2006)

Slade's after Rae, when she is 1 year old, she throws Slade out the window using same powers as Raven's

Rae discovers a way into Raven's mirror when she is 10, talks to mother's memory

Slade has a son a year older than Rae

It's so hard to summarize a good story...so why don't you just go click on my penname and read the real story.

Thanks for all the suggestions for the title! It helped to come up with the final decision.

Chapter 1

(A/N: Pronunciation of Syron is Si-ron. It rhymes with Nylon. Also, Robin is now Nightwing, uniform, mask, hair, and all.)

Rae pried open her eyes to stare into the brightest thing ever to exist in the whole wide world: her window. Somehow, the drapes were open so the dazzling rays of light cascaded down onto her radiant seventeen-year-old face. Well, Rae didn't think they were anywhere near dazzling. With a flick of her hand, the shutters were enveloped in black energy and dragged shut. She groaned and got up.

"Mom must have hated the light so much she wanted the window to face her bed. And let's not forget that it's so strategically placed to face east." Rae stopped muttering and flung her legs to the side of the bed. However, instead standing right up, she turned around and looked longingly at the closed window.

When she was ten, her father had wanted to move her to the city to further protect her from Slade, who wanted to unleash Trigon. Rae protested, so a compromise was made. Rae would stay in the tower with the titans, and if she wanted to go out, another would have to come with her and watch her every move. Further more, when there was trouble in the city, Rae would have to stay home, guarded by an adult. At first, she didn't think much of it, as the attention she got was what every child wanted. Then, as she became a freedom-seeking teenager, she longed to explore the city by herself, free and alone.

The past seven years didn't change much. Since Beast Boy wasn't a boy anymore, he would go by BB or Gar, a short version of Garfield, his real name. Terra and Gar finally got married a month after Rae's tenth birthday. They've been together for more than twelve years. Cyborg thought that must have been a record. The reason they didn't marry sooner was that they liked the freedom and thought that marriage would slow down the team. But, their hearts got the better of their brains. Cyborg had asked them about having children one day and BB spewed his soymilk all over the robot's face, gagging and coughing.

Rae grinned at the memory and stood up. Once she entered her bathroom, the lights turned on and a semi-transparent screen popped up in front of the mirror. On it, were labels reading: Breakfast; News; Weather; E-mail; Music; Intercom, and a whole lot of other yummy stuff. It was just splendid to see how the technology had risen in the year of 2023.

Yawning, Rae got out her brush and touched the screen where it said "Breakfast." A huge menu popped up according to the current kitchen's inventory status. The main reason Cyborg had put in this wonderful computer screen was to stop him and BB from reliving the "Tofu vs. Meat Speech and Debate Competition" each and every morning.

While brushing her long black hair with her right hand, she used her other hand to press "Herbal Tea" and with much thought, "Pancakes with Maple Syrup."

She lightly touched a few buttons after that, and the screen disappeared. Now that the mirror was free, Rae gazed into her indigo eyes. They were violet like her mother's, but with more blue. They also had a more cheery composition to them, but not by too much, as showing excessive emotion was still a dangerous sport.

The whole reason why her father, Nightwing, had chosen to name his daughter after Raven was the similarities between mother and child. Every physical feature of Rae's was her mother's, except for her shiny black hair that went a few inches over her shoulder. She even had the same interests and the same sarcastic drone to most situations. But unlike Raven, Rae laughed more, and loved to pull pranks, but that was mostly all. In fact, she looked so much like a seventeen-year-old Raven that when she put on her mother's uniform one day, the startled titans thought that it was a teenager Raven come back to life.

And speaking of Raven coming back to life, it was nearly seven years ago since her mother told Rae under the circumstances on how she could. When love conquers evil and it is destroyed from inside.

Rae sighed and went into her closet after she got all washed up. Everything she owned in this walk-in-closet was either black, dark blue, dark purple, or dark red. Only one elegant formal dress in the way corner had a few dashes of silver to it, something Starfire had noticed. As much as Rae loves her Aunt Starfire, pink and neon green is really just not her color.

She shifted through her clothes and decided on her usual: black tank top, black shorts, black boots, and black gloves similar to what Raven used to adorn her hand. The jewel in the center helped her center her energy for more accuracy. Rae also pulled out her mother's azure cloak. She loved the silky material as it reminded her of the dark soothing Hawaiian waters. And no matter how many times you wash it, it would smell like lavender... like her mother.

Rae floated silently down the stair and heard the trails of voices. There was Cyborg babbling about how he just upgraded his T-car, Terra and Starfire was trying to get Gar to try the Tamaranian's new surprise smoothie, and Nightwing was talking lightly to—

Rae gasped. She knew that icy cold voice, and she loathed it. She loathed it more than tofu, bright colors, and even Slade, the reason she felt so trapped. Rae stopped outside the common room door and glared at the hated sound of Syron, the teen she was miserably betrothed to only a week ago.

Syron was the eighteen-year-old prince from Azarath. His father, King Blackwood, or more known as Black, was supposed to marry Raven according to the royal law. At fifteen years old, Raven was terrified about spending the rest of her life with a cruel and selfish prince, so ran away to earth. Black, furious, couldn't find her, so married another and became King. Years later, he and his son came to earth to search for Raven's heir to complete the law. Syron was to marry Rae.

Of course, Rae protested. If Slade had taken away her freedom, she didn't want Syron to kill it any further by forcing her to choose whom she should love forever.

"Marry you?" Rae turned around and crossed her arms. "I won't."

"Oh, but you will." Syron's voice was like ice, sharp and cold. It matched his bitter dark eyes that seemed to stab you with icicles as you stare into them. His heart must be just as sinister.

"Well, King Blackwood, Rae is a citizen of Earth, so your Azarathian rules would not apply here," spoke Starfire, placing a hand on Rae's shoulder.

Black ignored her words. "If Rae does not fulfill the Azarathian royal law, she will have to pay the consequences."

Rae turned her head and eyed the teen over her shoulder. He was a few inches shorter than Nightwing and had jet-black shoulder length hair that gave off an eerie blue glow. A flowing dark cloak hid his pale skin. Syron would be quite decent looking if his eyes and voice weren't so icy. His father was an older version of his son with long silver hair. He and Syron both shared the same eyes. Rae glanced in them and felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped on her.

Nightwing's started to worry. "What consequences?" His voice shook slightly.

Rae turned fully around, curious yet dreading the answer.

"If Rae does not marry Syron," responded the king, "she will be taken back to Azarath—"

"—To be executed." The teen's voice changed, like the general who just won a battle he knew he would from the start. He snapped his gaze from a paling Nightwing to Rae and starting eyeing her with a look she didn't like at all. His sharp eyes turned greedy and narrowed as they climbed up her fine figure. Rae glared as their gaze met and she tightened her cloak around her. This is slavery...

Nightwing's lips were dry. His heart was beating fast with fear and shock. Execute her? His only daughter? His treasure, his angel, his jewel? He looked over to Rae. Let her die? Never! Now when there is a way out of it. Raven's death might have been hard to prevent, but Rae's was not.

"We'll need some time alone," spoke Nightwing, not looking away from Rae.

"Very well." Black turned around and walked out of the entrance hall. Syron, with one last smirk at Rae, followed him outside.

"Dad, I am not marrying him! And haven't you noticed how warm and welcoming his eyes were? He eyed me like a piece of meat."

"Rae." Nightwing's voice was quiet. "Rae, we have no choice. It's the law, and even though I hate to give you off like this, I don't want to lose you." He pulled Rae into a tight hug. "You might even learn to love him?"

She pulled gently away. "Never."

Rae remembered that day all too well. She remembered how hopeless the situation was. She remembered how vulnerable she felt when Nightwing called the two back in and gave his cold consent. Syron had eyed her hungrily, but his eyes still stayed frozen like a winter blizzard. She remembered how it felt her life had ended. Her whole life was stripped away in that one hour. Her past was painful, her present was hopeless, and her future only lead to a life married to a heartless ice king. No, her future would be all three of those.

Rae had fled crying after her father reluctantly completed the betrothal. Her whole life ahead of her had just been given away. She ran all the way to her room, tears trailing behind her like a drizzle of soft rain. Rae slammed the door and turned the "Do Not Disturb" light on. With a brief look around her dark room, she ran to Raven's mirror and visited her mother.

Let's just say Raven didn't take the appearance of Syron and King Black very pleasant. The dangerously swirling smoke turned dark and rocks around Rae started to split slightly. Rae's mother had remained silent for more than five minutes to contain her emotions.

Raven had never felt so many emotions before: Rage, guilt, sadness, heartbreak, hate, bleakness, longing, and strong vibe of love towards her daughter. She wanted to kill Black for causing her fear when she was young, and to transfer that same emotion to her only daughter.

After a long while, the rocks calmed down and so did the swirling haze. "I'm sorry, Rae. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have fled." Her voice was no more than a mere whisper, like the wind you have to face in order to feel the wispy breeze.

Rae looked up with tears in her eyes, causing them to sparkle delicately. "No it isn't. If you didn't run away, you never would have met Dad, and there wouldn't be me."

"But because of my selfishness, you have to suffer my consequences." Raven's voice was so painful, like it hurt to speak.

"No, no it's okay mom." Rae paused. "All I need to know is that you'll be there for me." Rae managed a brittle but genuine smile.

That was all a week ago. It was decided that once Rae would turn eighteen, she would return with Syron to Azarath for their royal wedding.

Her birthday was exactly one month away.

Rae leaned against the wall outside the living room. As Syron's frozen voice leaked out, Rae's gaze on the floor intensified. How I hate that sound! Suddenly, the light overhead blew up in a shower of glass and sparks. The piercing and abrupt noise caused the whole room to run out to investigate.

"Rae!" Her father was the first to see her. "Are you okay?"

Rae didn't respond but her eyes continued to grow intensely white. Nightwing shook her lightly, and she snapped out of her concentration. Rae looked up to the concerned faces of her family, and then her eyes snapped sharply to Syron, whose face was emotionless.

Immediately, she whipped around with a whisk of her cloak and walked into the kitchen without a word. The titans and Syron followed her gaze until the door slid shut.

"Something must be on Rae's mind," spoke Starfire, grabbing a nearby broom. Cyborg had left it there from the last time he had chased BB for the controller.

"No, allow me." Syron's voice was far from the sound of courtesy. He merely wanted to show off his powers.

He stretched his hand over the floor and the pieces of glass immediately floated up. With a fast swirl of his wrist, they disappeared in a brief glitter of smoke.

"That was—um, nice powers." Gar's voice was a little hesitant. Nightwing had told the team that to make Rae feel less miserable, they should at least warm up to Syron.

"Why, thank you." Starfire had failed to notice why being wed to royalty had to cause so much unhappiness. She had been ever so optimistic towards the whole thing, reminding Rae that things could be worse. Besides, no one is ever to late to learn how to love, or love again. Starfire would remember that, as the sight of Rae seventeen years ago had caused all the hatred for Raven to wash away like chalk on a rainy day.

Syron nodded slightly and headed after Rae. Terra followed, but Nightwing held her back.

"Let's give them some time alone." He was concerned, but he didn't want Rae to stay this hateful towards her future husband forever. "Maybe they can warm up to each other."

Terra eyed him skeptically. "I really hope you know what you're doing though." She looked up to the broken light. "You know that Gar would die if the TV ended up like that."

BB smirked. "I died when I married you, actually."

Back in the kitchen, Rae was stirring her herbal tea and staring into space. She heard to door open behind her, and the she turned around to be only frozen stiff.

Syron sat down across from her. "The palace is lavish. You can have as many servants as you want...as queen." He stretched the last word, saying it with emphasis.

Rae avoided that razor-sharp gaze and looked away. "I don't care."

Syron smiled, yet it didn't reach his eyes. Just look at her, so beautiful. And she's going to all mine. A perfect queen for me.

Unknown to everyone, Rae was an empath, like her mother. She read his disgusting thoughts and got up to leave.

"Going somewhere?"

"To get away from you." She grabbed her mug of herbal tea and headed for the roof to meditate. Meditation wasn't needed for Rae, but since Starfire taught her how, she did it out of habit. It just seemed like a second nature.

"Must my future queen be so cold?" He remained sitting at the table, but his eyes followed her like heat sensors.

Rae nearly started laughing. Me? Cold? And what are you? A living specimen from the last Ice Age? "Look who's talking."

Syron got off his seat and followed her out to the roof. Both remained quiet through the whole way up the stairs. Rae wanted to keep her conversations as minimal as possible to this ice king, and Syron was busy admiring her perplexing attractiveness.

Rae could feel her life slipping. It was like listening to a music sample; it's so good, but you know it's going to end any moment now. Rae was trying to enjoy her somewhat freedom for the moment. It was, as she knew she was going to die in a month, and this was her chance to do everything she wanted before she leaves earth, literally.

And speaking of what she had always wanted to do...Rae stared across the horizon and sighed. She saw a lone crow fly low across the water towards the city. Freedom. If there was a better time to go out and explore, this was it.

Rae placed her tea on the table and floated off the ground towards the edge of the roof.

"And what are you doing?"

Rae whipped around. She had forgotten Syron was up here with her, standing only a few feet away. The wind was causing his cloak to reveal his black baggy jeans and a long sleeved dark shirt.

"Don't follow me. I'm going to enjoy life while I can, before—before I get enslaved to you."

She turned slightly and before she knew it, Syron grabbed her arm and pulled her back down on solid ground. His hands were so cold that they stung.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" His face was too close for comfort. Rae could actually see small specks of ice blue in those black pools of his.

The dark teen replied calmly. "Getting to know my future wife." He leaned in closer.

Rae eyes widened with fear and she tried to desperately walk away, but his grasp was unyielding. His hands also felt like they just took a swim in the Arctic Ocean.

"Let! Go!" She pulled as hard as she could, but Syron grabbed her waist with his other hand and drew her back in. "Let me go, you bastard!"

Syron liked her reaction. He liked the way the fear shone in her stunning indigo eyes. He liked the way she squirmed against his grasp, which only made him hold her tighter. He liked the sound of her desperate voice. "You might as well get used to this now, Rae," he said. Her delicate face was now only a few inches away from his. The ruby on her forehead glittered like the sea with the morning light.

"I will never—" before Rae could finish her sentence, Syron pressed his cold lips against her soft ones, causing the most terrifying feeling to course through her body. She just fell into a frozen pond in the middle of winter, and the impact had just killed her heart. Rae pulled quickly away and slapped him with all her might. Syron turned slightly at the impact, and it left a brief mark of pink on the pale skin. He faced her once more with a shrewd smile that clearly read, "That won't change things."

Afraid of what he would do next, Rae took off as fast as she could. She didn't even want to turn around to see if he was pursuing her. All she knew that it wasn't safe to be with him; anywhere else would be better.

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Syron watched the teen go with indifferent eyes. No, it wasn't defeat. After all, he was going to marry Rae no matter what. Trying to kiss her just then was just for fun. He enjoyed toying around with her and seeing her panic.

Syron swept a short bow at the direction she took off in. "As you wish, your highness."

Rae kept flying. She didn't care where she was going; she just had to get as far away as possible from that horrible creature. As the memory of what just happened dawned to her, angry tears swelled up in her eyes and they dropped into the dark churning sea below. Why was her life like this? Why did her mother have to die before she even got to know her? Why did Slade have to be after her, and not someone else? Why can't she have to freedom that others take for granted? Why did she have to spend the rest of her life with that sinister prince and be queen to a planet she hardly knew anything of? Why was life so unfair! What did she do to deserve this!?

Her eyes started to glow white from the frustration building inside her. Knowing full well that she might destroy one of those harbor buildings by the sea, Rae turned her concentration to the lapping ocean waters. In fact, she was focusing so hard that Rae didn't notice where she was going and flew right into something...or someone.

Long chapter. Sorry for the slow update. School's starting and I'm stressing out because of it. School = evil.

Next Chapter: Who did she bump into?

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