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"What I own the Teen Titans!"
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Prologue:
The Prophecy of the Curse.
Darkness shall veil the world of mortals…
…And all who reside there shall fall to the power of the undying shadows…
…Mortals will tremble before its raw power…
…Traitors shall know naught but desolation as punish for their treason…
…For as long as the Curse remains the prophecy shall be fulfilled.
Chapter One:
The Beast
Part One
It was dark, the moonlight struggled to penetrate the gloom, even the various streetlights seemed to fail to illuminate. The streets were empty, almost. From out of a creepy store Raven emerged, she was holding an old, weathered book; if any form of illustration or words were on the ancient cover they were impossible to see. Raven began to levitate but almost immediately stopped, she thought she could
see someone or maybe something but dismissed the idea.
I should get back to the tower, hopefully I'll get back before dawn.
She was cautious, she decided it would be best to walk, and so reluctantly she began to do so, after a few steps she started to move faster, it wasn't getting lighter, it was becoming darkerRaven thought she could hear footsteps, she stopped but the sound continued, it was getting closer; she began to run, she had forgotten about her powers, she was afraid. The footsteps were becoming louder, the faster she ran the quicker it became, it almost felt that it was directly behind her and that if it extended its arm, if it had arms, that it could reach her. Raven stumbled and fell, she couldn't get up, she tried to scream but she couldn't even open her mouth, all she could do was close her eyes.
What's happening to me?
She felt a hand grab her cloak, she dropped the book, it began to lift her up, what ever it was it definitely had arms and hands and hadn't heard of nail, or in this case talon, clippers. It then threw Raven towards what, upon opening her eyes, she saw to be a wall. She lay on the cold ground struggling, she could hear it coming, she could hear it breathe, it picked her up again but this time it used its free hand to cut her back, she attempted to try and use her powers, put again she found herself unable to speak. It rotated Raven in its hand so that she could see it.
That thing really is big…
The creature stood about nine feet tall, with its back bent, its face resembled that of deer's' skull except without antlers, it wore a long cloak and through the back of the cloak protruded long spikes, it arms were almost as long as it was tall and from its hands extended long talons, and worse than all of its aesthetic features was its foul stench, like that of rotting corpses.
…And it smells bad too.
Raven felt helpless as it raised her above its head, it lunged out its other hand, and one of its great talons penetrated her skin and went directly through her body, missing her vital organs and any other organs for that matter.
Too bad that didn't kill me…
It didn't seem as if it wanted to kill her, it merely wanted to cause her pain and fear. The beast seemed to exert what sounded like a demented imitation of a laugh; it had had its fun and tossed Raven aside. She lay there in her own blood on the cold ground staring at the stars and thought:
I'm going to die, great.