Sometimes we become separated from our souls and cannot find our way back. At times like these we may make our lives a story, to substitute another meaning for what we have lost. We may be our own hero or villain depending on our own thoughts as we live this narrative we create.

The trouble is that we know only so much, and often it is that knowledge that set us on the wrong path to begin with. With that knowledge we cannot correct our way of being. Thus the stories often end in tragedy or death because we are unable to change the story and restore ourselves.

You may wish to pursue someone of wisdom but even I will tell you that is an error; you are not seeking someone who has all knowledge but rather someone who has lived their own life, knows another story, and who loves you enough to say, "I see how it ends differently." And they give you a new chapter or a new paragraph or a sentence or even a single word, and from that moment your life is something new.

This is how we will all bring each other home.

Wisdom

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"There is no one here named thief," Wisdom said calmly. "There is no one here named criminal."

"My cloak is still missing," Rude insisted. "I haven't lost it. It's gone!"

"My sword, too," Brave said apologetically to Wisdom. "I thought I must have lost it when fighting those guardians, but then Rude told me about her cloak..."

"My flowers," said Joy, looking at Raven's other sides, smiling and shrugging. "I would have given them to you if you'd asked."

"My fire," hissed Rage, "and I would not have given it to anyone, and I want it returned."

"My blankets," said Sloth in her rusty voice.

"My diadem," said Affection.

Timid turned even paler as the others stared at her, and stuttered, "I... I had a bear and it.. I had.. it's gone." She pulled the hood up on her gray cloak and hid behind Wisdom.

"We are all missing something..." Wisdom said thoughtfully.

"I didn't hear you say you had anything taken from you," Rude challenged. "Or are you the thief yourself?"

Brave frowned and stepped forward. Wisdom raised a hand for her to stop and shook her head. "I am missing a book. And it would be foolish to steal from one of you. It would be foolish for any of us to do it. We're all Raven. Why would we steal from ourselves? How could we not know?"

Rude rolled her eyes. "That doesn't get my cloak back."

"We'll ask Raven tonight," Wisdom said. "If one of us stole from the others, she'll know."

"And if not?"

Wisdom glanced at Brave. "Then there's someone else here. Someone who doesn't belong."

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Cyborg sighed happily as he started on the last set of diagnostics for the T-Car. Cars were machines that made sense. You took care of them, and they worked properly. You upgraded them, and they worked better. And they made way more sense than people.

He heard a noise as the door opened and Beast Boy's trademark "I am trying to be casual" whistling. Speaking of people who didn't make sense. The car shifted a little as Beast Boy leaned against it.

"'Sup, Cy?"

Cyborg didn't bother looking out from under the hood. "Hey B. Anything going on?"

"Nah." Cyborg's biosensors picked up an increased stress in Beast Boy's voice as he added, "But I did want to ask you something."

Cyborg, hidden by the hood, smiled to himself, but kept his voice flat. Did he finally work up some nerve? "Sure."

Beast Boy's voice remained tense. "It's about Raven. I want you to ask her something for me."

Ask for him? What the - Cyborg straightened up so quickly he banged his head on the car hood. Swearing, he eased backwards and straightened up, rubbing his head and glaring at Beast Boy. "What? No!"

"But you don't even know what I -"

"Yeah I do! You want to ask her out, and you want me to do it because you know she'll turn you into a small green grease spot." Cyborg turned back to the car. "B, get over it, right now. She will not go out with you ever."

Beast Boy's jaw dropped. "What? No!"

Cyborg nodded. "That's what I just said."

"No, dude, I mean – no, I didn't want to ask her out. Except if you think –"

"What did I just say?" Cyborg demanded. "I am not going there! You are not going there! The entire universe is not going there!"

"Okay, fine!" Beast Boy raised his hands and backed off. "That's not what I wanted to ask her anyway. I wanted you to do it because – I don't want to hurt her feelings. I always say the wrong thing and make her mad."

"You are good at that," Cyborg said absently as he leaned back over the car and scanned the diagnostic. He had to flush the system, he had to change some wiring...

"It's about Malchior."

Cyborg barely missed bashing his head on the underside of the hood again as he stood up. "Do you have a death wish or something?"

"I've been thinking about that fight we had with him."

"We had a fight, we won, Raven got rid of that enchanted book, the end."

"It was a good fight, though, wasn't it? I mean, he was huge, he could fly, he could breathe fire..."

Cyborg cocked an eyebrow. "What's your point?"

Beast Boy grinned crookedly. "I didn't have time to figure out how to morph into it." When Cyborg didn't say anything, just looked at him, he added, "I want you to ask Raven if I can borrow the book. I want to learn to be a dragon."