Alrighty, let's get this party started! I don't own Teen Titans.

The next day after 4th period, Koriand'r met with Rachel for lunch. She ran to the cafeteria and took her seat across from Richard.

"Forgive me! English was quite a hassle!" She said, panting. Rachel handed Koriand'r an extra sandwich.

"So how was your 1st day?" Victor asked.

"Most enjoyable! Algebra 1 and Chemistry were surprisingly easy. Where I come from, this is taught at the age of six."

"Really? Whoa, cool!"

"Oh boy. Here comes Kitten." Richard groaned. A girl with short blonde hair, blue eyes, the school uniform, a pink headband, and stockings that are obviously way too small for her walked over to Richard.

"Hey there, Richie-poo! So my girls and I are having a party in my dorm so if you wanna come and- uh, who's this?" The girl, Kitten said, pointing to Koriand'r.

"Oh, this is Koriand'r. She's a transfer student," Richard stated. Kitten slammed her hand onto the table space in front of Koriand'r.

"Look here newbie, if you wanna stay in this school, stay away from my Richie-poo, okay?" Koriand'r stood up and met face to face with Kitten. All others in the room turned to see the fight.

"Richard is not yours. He is not and object you can own."

"Just back off! You obviously don't know anything about us so just mind your own business."

"I shall not back down." The crowd of students whispered audible ooh's and aah's. Kitten took a step closer and glared at Koriand'r.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that!"

"Hmph! I could say the same to you!" The heat was on; both girls seemed to be surrounded by a burning aura. Their mere eye contact caused sparks to fly.

"Oh for- quit acting like you're on such a high pedestal, alright? It's really annoying."

"I am not the one who needs the 'cutting down'. Maybe if you took your own advice, then you could see ground."

"Stay away from us, and maybe you won't get hurt too badly," she said in a threatening voice, "just who do you think you are anyways?" Koriand'r also took one step closer to Kitten; her eyes seemed to almost glow with rage.

"I am Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran, personally trained by the warlords of Okaara. You are no threat to me." Everyone in the room gasped. A princess? Trained by warlords?!

"Why you little…" Kitten raised her hand and- SLAP! The sound of her hand hitting skin echoed throughout the cafeteria, but it wasn't Koriand'r's cheek she hit. Richard had slipped in between them at the last second. His cheek was a bright red color.

"I think that's enough, Kitten." Kitten glowered at Koriand'r, then stomped her way back to the table in the back.

"Nothing to see here! N-nothing at all!" Garfield said as Victor shooed them away. Rachel made sure that they weren't within earshot of any other students.

"Koriand'r, are you okay?" She asked.

"Yes, but Richard-"

"I'm fine. Just ignore Kitten for no- hold on, PRINCESS?!" Richard's mind snapped back to just a minute ago. Koriand'r turned red with embarrassment and looked at her feet.

"Um, yes… did I not tell you? I am second in line for the throne of Tamaran," she said, trying not to sound prideful. The bell rang and all the teens in the cafeteria dashed off to class.

That night, when (almost) all of the students were fast asleep, four girls all in black clothing, snuck up 6 flights of stairs and to dorm room 616. One girl slipped a bobby pin into the keyhole and picked the lock open. In the dark, four-poster bed with the black drapes drawn, Rachel quietly read a large book by the flickering light of a single candle while listening to "Anthem of the Angels". In the bed on the right slept Koriand'r, wearing a lavender Lolita nightgown and cuddling with a small, cream colored plush larva. A girl with pink pigtails and bright, pink, cat-like eyes shook the girl awake. Before Koriand'r even knew what was going on, a hand snapped over her mouth and her hands were bound by another as they led her out the dorms. Rachel, hearing her muffled screams, peeked outside her four-poster bed. She laid her eyes upon Koriand'r's empty bed and rushed out the door, only to be met with two pounds of metal. Her unconscious body fell back onto the hardwood floor as the four girls walked away with Koriand'r.

A girl dressed all in black lead three others, along with one girl with her hands bound and mouth covered, outside the academy and threw the girl harshly against the brick wall. The girls pulled down their hoods and to no one's surprise, the leader was Kitten. Behind her was the pink-haired girl, a girl with bright yellow eyes and platinum white hair, and a seemingly regretful girl with long blonde hair and sky blue eyes.

"Hey Kori! You remember me, right? Kitten?" she asked in a sickening sweet voice. Koriand'r sat up and glared at the four.

"Well, this is Jenny, Angel, and Tara, and we've got a favor to ask of you…" Kitten leaned in and whispered into Koriand'r's ear, "Stay away from us."

"What?"

"You heard us. We know you're new here and all, so you probably don't know."

"What do I not know?" Kitten bent down to Koriand'r's ear.

"We cause damage."

"Quit being so prideful, jeez! Just because you're new doesn't mean you can rebel against us!" Angel said, kicking her in the ribs. Soon, the three started ganging up on her and nearly killed her. Tara stood by quietly, not kicking or punching at all. About an hour later, Kori laid motionless on the cold ground.

"Hey, Tara! I know you're new, so why don't you finish her off?" Kitten asked, handing Tara a random board. Taking the wood into her trembling hands, she bit her lip, shut her eyes, and-

"Rachel!" Garfield yelled once he laid eyes on the unconscious girl. Richard, Victor, and Garfield, the boys in dorm room 713, had heard a crash from the floor beneath them and rushed over to the scene. Richard wore an inside-out shirt with a pair of dark green pajama pants and his bed hair was so messy his face was concealed. Gar wore a sleeveless purple hoodie, black basketball shorts, and a pair of green arm warmers. Victor wore red sweats and a white shirt.

"Rae, wakey wakey! Hello?!" Garfield's attempts at waking her up were irrelevant. Another crash reached their ears, this time from outside.

"Garfield, stay here with Rachel. Victor, lets go," Richard ordered.

"Wait, what?!" Victor and Dick ran outside the manor and to the side of the large building, but only saw bushes.

"Koriand'r? Koriand'r?" they called. She didn't respond.

"Search the bushes. I'll look outside the campus," Dick ordered. The two ran in different directions, searching for the lost princess. In the meanwhile, Gar waited outside the nurse's office, where Rachel was being treated for her head wound. He looked down at his watch. 10: 41. 'Yup. Past Curfew. The Dean's gonna kill me.'

"D-Dick! I think I found her!" Victor yelled. Richard ran over to him and looked down into the bushes. Koriand'r lay unconscious with obvious bruises and a few minor cuts. Victor and Richard looked at each other, then at Koriand'r, then at each other again. Dick scooped up the girl and ran off to the nurse's office, leaving Victor by himself.

"Wait, what am I supposed to do?!"

"… stay calm. No one else will know about this."

"But what if she's-"

"It'll be fine. We don't know for sure."

"Yeah, that's what you said last time….."

"… I know. I'm sorry." With that, Dick continued to run with Koriand'r limply dangling from his arms.

Gar looked down at his watch, then to his right to see Richard running towards him with Koriand'r in his arms, unconscious.

"Dick! What happened? Is that Koriand'r? Is she okay? How did you find her?" He ignored his questions and barged right into the nurse's office.

"Oh dear, not another one! What in the world is going on inside this school?!" The old woman said, rising from her chair. Dick placed her on one of the beds and walked outside, leaving the nurse to do her work.

"Good Lord…"

Aw, sorry, that's all for now…. Kinda busy, so… yeah. Don't worry, the following chapters will be better, I hope… xXarcherXx, out!