I don't own Teen Titans nor Kim Possible. But a girl can dream and I'm dreaming this:
Reunited
A small five years old girl sat cross-legged under a rather big tree in a top of a hill, near the city. Her eyes were closed as she tried to enter that place. She was frustrated, she couldn't enter, not matter how hard she tried, and the worst was that all the people around her had already been there at least once. She was the youngest in there and she knew she needed years to accomplish her target. But she was impatient, and she wanted to reach that place.
'Girl, stop before you hurt yourself.' The all well known voice echoed in her mind as she winced. She was so sure nobody knew where she was and what she was doing.
"I'm not doing anything!" the little girl whined. I was so close!
'Don't lie to me.' The voice was stern as it scolded her. 'Now come here, I need you to meet someone.'
She sighed. She was in trouble, she knew it. Oh, well, there was nothing she could do in order to save her rear end, but she could avoid more punishment if she obeyed. Silently she stood up and started towards the big city.
The buildings were tall and people roamed around. She could see their faces even when she was still a little far from them; it was one of her features, to be able to see from a long distance. She was doted with several of them, but being able to see at a really long distance was her favorite one.
She arrived to the city and wasn't surprised when the people on the street avoided her. She was small for her age, she was almost 1.10 meters, and was easily spotted. Her pale skin was a getaway of who she was.
So, when the people in the city started walking in another direction just to be away from her, she just smiled at them evilly. It was a strange thing to see a five-years-old doing it, but it always worked. The people just start running from her.
She walked as fast as her small legs let her and soon was in front of the Temple. She entered through the open door and wasn't surprised to see that it was almost empty. Only a woman was standing in front of the altar to their Goddess.
She had long black hair and wore a dark cloak. The cloak was long enough to cover her whole body. She had her slender, peach arms raised towards the ceiling and was chanting the all too know mantra: Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos. Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…
The tall woman was with her back at her but turned as soon as she sensed her. "Welcome back, little one." Her voice was void of affection and her eyes shone with in the dim light room. "Took you long enough."
The little girl stopped in front of her and bowed. "I'm sorry, Priestess."
The Priestess sighed as if she was relieved to have her there. It was a fake sound, but it somehow made the little girl smile a little. "I was hopping you stayed closer today. We have a guest."
The little girl frowned. A guest? Since when do they have guests?
"Um…" The little girl didn't know what to say. Before she could utter any word a door at the side of the altar opened and through it entered one of the monks.
He was wearing a traditional outfit. It was a long deep blue toga that covered most of his well built body. He didn't acknowledge the girl. She was used to it. The monks preferred to ignore her rather than running away from her. It was in a way more painful, to be ignored, but it did the trick. She didn't bother them and that made them happy.
The monk arrived to the Priestess and bowed at her, just like the little girl did a few moments ago. "Your Highness, this is the one." He took a step aside and revealed the 'guest'.
It was a young girl. Only a few years older than the little girl. She had pale skin, almost translucent, just like her; the only difference was that hers had a slightly green tone under it. Her hair was black jet and it was so long that it almost touched the floor. Her clothers were strange. She was wearing a pair of black shorts and a long sleeved dark green shirt. The little girl didn't know this girl, so she assumed she was the 'guest'.
"Oh, that's great," said the older female. She turned to the new girl. "I'm glad you are here." Her voice was sweet and it made the little girl flinch. She knew that voice too well. It was the same the Priestess used to her moments before she was punished.
The older girl just looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "I still don't know why I'm here." When she talked the little girl could hear that her voice was a little too deep for someone her age. It also had an edge of anger, something that went unnoticed by the monk and the Priestess.
"Why, course, we forgot to tell you." The Priestess smiled that false smile the little girl new well; it looked like the other one also took notice because she frowned. "We brought you here to train you."
The strange girl snarled. "I don't see why I was taken from the orphanage just to 'train' me." She made air quotes at the train word. "That's the stupid thing I ever heard." She crossed her arms, silently stating that she was refusing to do whatever they wanted her to do.
The little girl just looked at her Priestess with fear. She knew people that were severally punished just by talking out of place, and she knew the new one was doing that exactly. To her surprise the Priestess only smiled.
"Ah, you see. We have brought you here because we know about your little problem." At this the older girl made a face. "We know several beds had been incinerated and some boys had been injured because of you." The Priestess smiled wickedly. "You are exactly what we want."
The older girl just relaxed her arms, defeated. "You bought me, right?" There was fear in he voice and the little girl could only wonder why that was a bad thing. After all, she wished she could buy something, just anything. Been bought would be the same, right?
The Priestess only smiled. The older girl didn't need more. She felt like her heart was aching and that the tears were burning in the corner of her eyes. In a way she was happy to be out of the hole called orphanage, but knowing that she was in a place were thought that her illness was something good was too much for her.
She refused to cry. She was going to be strong and she was going to do her best to escape. She looked at the side, avoiding the tall woman's eyes. That was when she first saw the little girl. Her hair was a strange kind of deep purple and in her forehead was a small red stone. She was pale and her skin had a grayish tint under it… just like her greenish skin.
The girl looked young, like her little brothers. Maybe the little girl in front of her was the same age as them, four or three. She locked eyes with her and was surprised to see that they were a strange mix of purple and blue. The little girl was beautiful.
"Girl." The Priestess stern voice broke the contact between the two and the purple haired girl looked at her. "Take our guest to her room." She ordered. "She is going to be sleeping next to yours."
The little girl nodded and bowed before her. She took three steps back before turning to leave. Without orders the older girl started to follow, but was promptly stopped when a hard pain echoed through her. She looked at the Priestess; somehow she knew it was her.
"Time for you to learn some rules." The Priestess voice was once again evil. "Whenever you are in my presence you need to bow before and after talking to me." The pain increased a little, making the girl double. "Understood?"
The raven haired girl broke into a little sweat and started trembling. A chill ran down her spine, making the ache stronger. She was scared of this woman. She struggled for a couple of seconds before being able to come with an answer "Y-Yes, ma'am."
"Good girl." She said and instantly the pain ended, leaving the older girl shivering and wide eyed. "Now follow her and do as she does. Maybe that way you won't get in trouble."
The raven haired girl nodded, and, doing as the smaller girl, bowed at her new mistress. She took three steps back, just like her and turned to leave. She could see for a moment the look of concern of the little girl before her, and smiled a little to assure her that she was fine.
The little girl nodded and started walking a little fast to get them out of there.
"Your Highness, do you really think this was a good idea?" They could hear the monk ask.
"That girl is only here so she can be a target practice to her." The Priestess voice was the last thing they heard before reaching the street.
The older girl was still sweating a little and the little one handed her a handkerchief. "Here." The raven haired girl could see that her voice sounded too steady to be one of a three-year-old.
"Thanks," she muttered and wiped some sweat form her brow. "I didn't catch you name." She said easily as they continue walking.
The smaller girl just shrugged. "I don't have one."
"What?!" there was disbelief in the older girl's voice. "You have to have a name!"
"I'm simply called girl." She looked at the other one with a little concern. Was it a bad thing not to have a name?
The older girl frowned. That was something stupid. The girl had no personality if she didn't have a name, or so she thought.
"And you?" Suddenly the little girl's voice was small, as if scared of being scolded for asking. "You have a name?"
The older girl smiled. "I'm Zarah."
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