Disclaimer: The Teen Titans are owned by DC Comics and Cartoon Network.

Author's Note: Yes, that's right. I am alive. When was the last story I posted on here? 2006? 2007? Horrible years, yet I wouldn't change them for the world. Anyways, this story is my version on Terra's life. This is her origin story, her perspective during the show and a continuation of the Terra II story-arc (aka the School-Girl). This story will have aspects from the comic books but it will also be unique to the AS!Universe because the two Terra's are very different.

In the comics, Tara Markov was the child of the King of Markovia and an American woman. To avoid a scandal, the King sent Tara away. Yet, in the TTG! version of her origin story told from her brother Geo-Force's point of view, she lived in the castle up to when she ran away. If you combine both those stories together, you can easily come to the conclusion that AS!Terra was the result of an affair but one that the Queen was having. This makes it harder for the royal family to just have her deported and be done with it.

I also realise that seeing as how this story is about Terra, I will have to put in some Beast Boy x Terra romance when the time comes. I'm actually really looking forward to this despite being a fervent BB x Rae fan (which this fic will allude to). Meh, I'm just glad I'm writing about the show, where BB x Terra was actually cute. Their short-lived romance in the comics made me want to gag. I was SO cheering Gar on when he went all out on BL Terra and ripped her to SHREDS...harsh but the girl deserved it and she already died so…

*shakes fist in the air*

Last note, I was iffy on whether I should have kept Gregor in. To my knowledge, he wasn't that important in the comics and he was cut out of the AS/comic storyline all together. Luckily, I came up with a way to show how come Gregor wasn't in that little flashback where Brion and Tara are standing before the King.

Actually, last-last note, people don't speak English in Markovia…so remember, although the dialogue is in English, that's not actually what they're saying. It's just the translation from Romanian to English.

I've blabbered on enough, just enjoy the prologue!


My name is Terra, and I have done horrible things.

I have sworn to serve a dark master.

I have obeyed his every command and committed crimes in his name.

I have betrayed and attacked everyone who used to be my friend.

One by one, I have destroyed the Teen Titans.

And with no one left to stop me...I have brought an entire city to its knees.

My name is Terra. I have done horrible things.

And I have absolutely no regrets.


Word has spread.

The queen of Markovia is expecting a child, and today, she delivers.

"It is a boy," the people say, "the Queen and King have named him Gregor."

Gregor of Markovia.

Heir to the throne.

It is not long before the whispering rears its head once more. It's the same gossip, but there are more lies. Some even believe that the birth will not come, that the pregnancy is just a lie, others prepare for the birth of a girl but no-

"Brion Markov has just been born."

Brion of Markovia.

For the royal family, life remains well for a time, both princes are born healthy and fit and the bond between king and queen could not be stronger. Yet, there is something ominous in the air and the clouds loom over Markov castle as a warning that not all is what it seems, and their bliss cannot and will not last for long.

After all, as every member of the Markov family should know, things change.


"Did you hear the news," the bartender asked as he rubbed the dirt from an empty glass cup. It was nearing sundown in Markovia and the most desperate of men had already crowded the local bar, which was called 'Pisica E Ochiul' or 'The Cat's Eye' when translated into English.

The man that he was speaking to looked up from his drink and replied in a slightly slurred voice, "yea, the Queen, she be pregnant again, eh? That'll be the third one in the past five years, if I-I'm right."

"Yea, that's right. One second, more whisky sir?" He filled a cup of whisky and handed it to another customer before turning back to the man at the counter, "I thought the King said that two sons would be enough. I mean, they just need one male heir to continue the monarchy, and Gregor's what? Four years old now?"

"Ya, but who's to say King Victor had any say in," the man hiccupped, "it? My buddy works up at the castle, says that Queenie's been sneaking off couple o' times, sneakin' so-someone in too. An' always when the King's busy with some'ing else."

"You're not saying that-"

"Hey, whattadoino? Just sayin' something fishy's going down 'ere. I'm starting to think that-that if a baby is comin', it ain't no bonafide prince."

The bartender nodded and continued to clean the cup. In a mutter, he added, "or princess..."


With that, the rumours surrounding the royal birthing begin again, but this time it is different, the gossip is fiercer, and this time, it is not a lie.

Old ladies huddle around boiling tea discussing the accusations of a royal affair, reporters relish in their payment from selling the news to tabloids and every woman looks at their lover in suspicion, could he be her majesty's dirty little secret?

Despite this, life continues, and the third child born to the Markov monarchy grows. The rumours strengthen too, for there is no proof in her appearance as to who her father could be. The girl is beautiful, she is her mother in miniature, and nothing in her features clearly resemble the king nor any other man.

The royal advisor fears that the controversy around the girl will cause too much media for their small country to handle. He warns the royal family of the possibilities and quickly offers them an easy solution. Markovia is known for their hold on science and medicine, and the simple procedure of a DNA test should determine the child's true paternal heritage. Yet, the king refuses. He says that he trusts his wife, and that he is, without a doubt in his mind, the father. In truth, it is because the king is too proud and too confident to consider the thought of the queen betraying him. He believes too strongly in the queen's loyalty, in her love, and in her fear.

News of his refusal spreads like wildfire, and more people are convinced that the child is not truly a part of the Markov family line. Finally, when the child nears her second birthday, the king surrenders. He calls for a press conference, and informs them that a paternity test has been done and he has been tested positive with the girl. The people quiet down and many believe the king without a second's thought. A few are still wary but in their silence, it is impossible to set them apart from the others.

Yet...it was another lie. No such test existed, but false records were printed to back the King's claims. The king is still blinded by his own thoughts and feelings to actually go through with the test. As for the queen? She nods along, lying through gritted teeth.

She holds her baby in her arms, stroking the blonde tuft of hair upon the child's head.

Her child.

Her baby.

Her Tara.

Tara of Markovia.