Young Raven grimaced when her BFF, Sarah, called her a witch. " What did you call me? " Raven wanted to be sure she had heard the truth. " You heard me. Witch. Shall I spell it? " Sarah put her hands on her hips and smiled. " No, I heard you. " Raven started crying. " Oh, now the half-demon witch is crying! " Sarah giggled. " Stop it, " Raven uttered. " What's wrong? " Sarah grinned. Ravens eyes turned red and she now had her father's 4 red eyes. Black orbs of light danced around her hands. " What did you call me again? " Raven smiled evilly. " Nothing! " Sarah yelled. She fell and crouched in a corner as Raven approached. " Guess what Sarah? Looks like---"
Raven awoke. She was still in bed in the Titans Tower. Not in Azarath. She was still 18, not 8. Memories haunted her dreams now. This was probably the worst.
As she made her way to the top of the Tower, Raven thought about her emotions rather than memories. " Friend Raven. You are, okay? " Starfire's voice startled the grey half-demon out of an emotional trance. " Yeah.. Just a bad memory. That's all. " Raven held on to a railing to steady herself. " Please do tell! Sharing will make it better. " Starfire sat in the air, waiting for the story. " You're not going to like me after this. " Raven sighed but Starfire ignored it. Raven began.
" When I was 8, I lived in Azarath. As you know. All the kids called me a witch because of my destiny… my future. I hated it and spent my days inside with my mother Arella or inside a library with Azar. Then one day I finally made a friend. Her name was Sarah. Then, she started calling me a witch, so I killed her… " Raven paused.
To be continued…