Z/N: I own nothing. Indeed.
It's so beautiful out here. Like earth, but better. Clearer. There is no obstruction in the skies and I can see...I can see us, the only living things for miles, on a lonely planet. How small we are, our lives. I can see...
Raven sat on Slade's shoulders, staring entranced at the sky. By the time she realized she was tired, he had already positioned her in his arms and was carrying her. The hush of the night was too tempting to resist.
We were...thrown here. Magical backlash from one of the most unique and hardest battles the Titans ever faced. Malchior had escaped without my knowledge, attempting to procure a rare substance that could conceivably, with his power, bend the flow of time. Red X was fighting him for it, most likely to sell to the highest bidder. It was hard to tell which was worse. When Slade got into the fray, The Titans went along for the ride. I knew it was bad, but I wasn't prepared for the consequences. My magic, Malchior's magic, and Cyborg's sonic cannon met. They collided with the substance, merging and opening a portal. I was one of the unlucky ones closest to it. Because of my luck, Malchior was also flung into it after me. That's not all yet. Slade and Red X couldn't find something to hold onto either, judging by their immediate following.