Thanks guys for all the awesome reviews, those made my day! So, get ready to click the review buttons, because, here is the new installment of Raven's Secrets :)
And, if it's not too much to ask, I have another story; a one shot which is awesome by the way, called Pain. Or, The New Class. Could you guys check it out? Please?
Gone
It had been years since Raven had even looked at the little picture. It was hidden, deep inside her chest, waiting to be taken out, and to be looked at. But she never could. Hatred and resentment would take hold of her, bringing up past memories.
When Raven had been born, her mother had been prone to neglecting her. She was Satan's spawn. She blamed Raven for what she could not control. The Density. The Prophecy.
Across her back was a long and jagged scar. It was what remained of being thrown through a window when she was only ten.
She had only asked if she could go to Church, like the other Azarthins.
She had left that night, creating a portal and ending up in New York. She was Gone. No one ever looked for her, it wasn't worth it. They wanted her gone. They never wanted her in the first place. Who would? She was the one to blame, the fault of everything to come. She was blamed for being born, and for being her. With the dark powers that had developed in her, every emotion was like a time bomb, waiting to be set off.
She ran from demons and humans, not understanding the concepts of Earth. Cars, the noise, the people… it was all too much.
So, she found refuge in a library.
Full of old looking books, she spent hours, just reading. The smell of the worn books and of age and knowledge soothed over her, bringing her stories of the world. She read everything. From fables to poetry to history… anything. Even in other languages. She was desperate, so to say. She needed to know this strange new world, and leave the one she had left from.
Gone.
It was the word that had struck in her mind all those days. She starved, but began taking her meals at Soup Kitchens. Her powers became more calm and precise. She slept secretly behind the Book Stacks, reading late into the night. A librarian would come over every so often and either give her a cup of hot herbal tea which she soon devolved a taste for, or to recommend books for her. The librarian never seemed to notice her age when she began recommending medical journals and such to the small girl.
She lived two years of solitude. Reading. Developing an understanding of the world she had gone to.
But she was still terrified. She would end this brave new world, a world of thousands of different customs, of different ideas and dreams. All on the day of her birth.
She loathed her existence then.
She still did in a way.
She never went back. She never went and checked Azarth, looked for her mother's body. Checked for the Monks. She was still scared.
They never bothered to look for her. They all hated her. She remembered walking through the smooth streets, and hearing the whispers of hate. Every glance was filled with scorn, and as a child she did not fully understand why they all despised her. And now, she did.
The realm of Azarth has fallen, all because she was the portal, the one they had all mocked and ridiculed. If only they could see earth though, standing in all its glory. When they doubted her, abused her, and left her for death, so survived. And the city of light, of perfection fell to its knees at Trigon's wrath.
She had her life in front of her. She had her choices now. And now, she was lost.
Inside her chest, so close to her-but yet so far away, was a picture. A picture of her mother.
A/N:
My next story will be called CUT, but this was actually a mix of two of my ideas. And if you lovely readers noticed, I added how Raven got obsessed with herbal tea. So yeah. Review lots, and I'll give you guys another chapter.
Also, CUT will be based on a part of my other story, called Pain. So, you might wanna check it out…
I'm desperate.
