An intro from Optimistic Semi-Goth:
Yeah, it's my first fiction here. Rejoice. it's a fiction about Raven... and Anubis. Yeah, the Egyptian god. Why? 'Cause I like Egypt and Anubis is cool. So... yeah.
I don't have Word yet. I'm so special. So, Notepad's all I have.
I do not own Teen Titans. I do not own Anubis. How the heck could I own an Egyptian god anyways?

1

To Make Suffering Right

Sand. It surrounded her. A kiloton or more of shifting specks, pale and ghostly in the moonlight. She wished she didn't have to be here, wished she didn't have to wait for a response to her mind's plea. She just wished that she didn't have to be so immune to the sickness that afflicted her team.

Raven looked up, wind whipping her deep purple hair into her eyes. She had caught a sickness, but her demon half was immune to it. But she wasn't immune to spreading disease. Now her friends were on their deathbed. It was her fault, so she had to find a way to reverse it. If only it wasn't as impossible. If only she didn't have to involve a god.

Sand stung the telekinetic's eyes. Raven looked away, wiping the sand from her eyes. She opened her eyes slowly and was about to turn back, to keep walking, but to her right she glanced a black jackal's head rising over the sand. Beneath the head was a man's body, skin as black as the canine that his head was shaped as. His clothing included a cloth around his waist and golden bands on his arms. His eyes were as black as the star-coated sky above. A grim expression came over his face as he saw Raven. Anubis was his name and he would know if the Titans would die. He would know how to stop their deaths. He would know what to do with Raven after she told him what she had done.

"Why have you requested my assistance in this manner?" Anubis asked, dark eyes staring down at Raven.

"I... gave my friends a terrible illness," Raven said nervously, not knowing how the god would react. "They're dying, and I thought you would know how to stop it."

Anubis shook his head, sighing. "Do you think it is unlike the typical mortal to wish their friends out of death's way? I cannot save one, for then I would have to save you all. It would be wrong as well to stop time from progressing, to stop death from happening."

"It's my fault," Raven said softly. "I have to save them because it's my fault.

Anubis's grim expression turned into a glare. "Raven, you cannot save them with my help. I know you have abilities that go against what I have said. You can stop time, as you have in the past. You have ended and restored the world. This does not mean that these feats are acceptable. You cannot change fate. You cannot stop death. I cannot help you make suffering right."

Raven looked away from the jackal-headed god and began to walk off. Sand whipped Raven's face, stinging her eyes. Her head turned and Anubis was beside her once more. The god looked like he was dreading what he had to say next. He sighed before speaking.

"But," Anubis spoke slowly. "If you can save them on your own by the time forty-eight hours passes... they will survive."

"What if I can't save them?" Raven asked desperately, dreading Anubis's response.

"Then your friends shall die."

Anubis turned from the telekinetic and walked away, the sands soon whipping around his muscular build. The pale, moon-struck dust surrounded him as he strode further and further away from Raven, and it eventually covered his entire body. Suddenly, the sand exploded in all directions, leaving no one and no trace but memories.

Raven closed her eyes and felt the sand leave her feet, the cool desert wind stop blowing, and the grating grains in her eyes soon vanish. She was floating in a void the color of the night sky with no north star to lead her home, simply instincts. And the darkness soon melted, the midnight tendrils leaking off of the walls of Raven's own room. She could not leave this place. She could not see her friends' dying bodies.

Raven searched her walls for any and all books with medicinal information. Pulling the heavy volumes out one by one, Raven prepared to search for a way to save her friend's lives. Raven prepared to search for a way to change fate, to stop death, to make suffering right.

Raven opened the first book and immediately found nothing. Nothing that would help her - the first page she turned to stated what Raven had been dreading. The second book she opened showed no different results. The third hailed no new information. The fourth all the way to the twenty-second all gave the same depressing statement:

"This virus has no known cure."

And there's the oh-so-happy end to a rather short chapter. Don't worry, as the ideas get longer, so will the chapters. Anubis is probably going to pop in every other chapter or so.