I opened my eyes to the familiar surroundings of Gayla's simply decorated home. I grinned quietly to myself; I was getting better at this teleportation thing. I shook my head, I had to stay focused on why I was here. Trigon. Whoever he was. "Galya?" I quickly called out, to no answer.

I sighed, my old nursemaid must be out for the moment. But hopefully she would be home soon and I could get some answers. With nothing to do but wait, I quickly walked into the living room and arranged myself on the floor until I was in the classic meditation pose. I closed my eyes and focused on steadying my breathing. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metri–"

I coughed suddenly, somehow inhaling smoke. I instantly opened my eyes and stared in horror at the scene in front of me. Gayla's once beautiful house looked to be on the verge of collapsing as the fire continued to consume the entire building.

"Gayla!" I cried out. "Anyone?" With no reply, I started to search for a way out. Seeing a small hole in the fire, I ran for it. I screamed in terror as a part of the building collapsed near me and coughed again, smoke filling my lungs. Vaguely remembering Azar's instruction for emergencies, I fell to the floor and started to crawl out. Finally reaching the front door of Gayla's home I burst out into the city and collapsed onto my knees.

I looked up slowly, still trying to recover from my scare inside and gasped in horror as I stared at the flames that seemed to be destroying all of Azarath. My entire home, in ruin, with no survivors in sight. I got up and ran to the house next door. "Juris?" I screamed into the burning building. "Are you there?" Still no answer. Where was everyone?

"Calm down Raven," a strong voice commanded, appearing to come from nowhere. "Your beloved Azarath is fine. This is merely a place you can visit when you meditate."

I whirled around, desperately looking for anyone else who had survived this disaster. "Please, whoever you are, help me. I'm scared." I begged. My powers lashed out, hitting one of the last standing columns in the house. I stared in horror as Juris' house began to collapse, rumbling noisily as it slowly crumbled.

I heard the man laugh, a sound that was loud enough to drown out even the noise the building next to me was making. "Looks like Azar's precious teachings aren't working, are they dear daughter? Controlling your emotions, or trying to for that matter, seems to be failing rather spectacularly."

I froze, stunned. One word caught my attention, making me forget the fire, the destruction, the fear. "You – You're my father?"

"Of course. It's a shame you only now learned of me, or I may have tried to contact you earlier. With Azar or one of those other idiots always hovering around you it was near impossible. But now you're all alone."

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly as I continued to look around for the man who claimed to be my father.

"I am called many things. Skath, Ddrez, but your culture refers to me as Trigon."

"You're the one Coman mentioned."

"Indeed."

I sat down, somewhat relaxed despite the destruction going on around me. I had found my Father, finally, and he did not seem nearly as cold as my mother. He had even acknowledged me as his daughter, something my Mother was always hesitant to do. "Why have I not heard of you until now Father?"

"This is a discussion for another time. You have to go now, but we will talk soon. Goodbye Raven."

"No, wait! Don't go!" I called, but it was too late. Everything started to fade from view, until all was black except for four huge, glowing red eyes above me.

I jolted up from my seat on the floor, my bones cracking as I moved for the first time in what must have been hours. I saw Gayla leaning over me, concern clear on her face. "Raven, you're awake," she said, looking relieved. "Are you okay? I just got back from the temple and you were just sitting here motionless on the floor. I couldn't wake you up."

"Oh. I'm sorry to worry you Gayla; I was merely meditating while I was waiting for you," I replied, somewhat cautious to tell her about my recent experience with meeting my Father. She was silent for a moment, looking somewhat suspicious as she watched me carefully.

"And that is all? You seemed to be in pain."

"Just from sitting here so long," I reassured her, trying to end the conversation. "Nothing to concern yourself over." I stood and started to walk towards the door, wanting to be alone.

"Wait, what did you need?" she asked, standing and following me towards the exit. I paused, analyzing my two options. I could lie, or I could test her and see if she would tell me the truth. "Raven?" she asked again, after I said nothing.

I turned to stare up at her, before I answered. "Have you ever heard of Trigon, Gayla?"

She froze instantly, and I noticed the panic that flashed in her deep blue eyes. She forced a nervous laugh. "Where did you hear that Raven?"

"Some of the other 10 year olds were talking about him during their break," I lied without a second thought. Gayla studied me for a second longer before she shrugged her shoulders, seeming to believe me.

"He is just a fictional character Raven. A fable parents tell their children at night."

I turned from her, my cloak swishing lightly at my feet. "I see," I said, my voice cold. "That must be why I have never heard the name before. Thank you for clarifying." I left without another word, ignoring her calling my name.

She had lied. They were all liars: Arella, Azar, Coman, Gayla. I would get the truth though, from the one person who would tell me, Trigon, my Father. I just had to figure out how to contact him again. I sighed audibly, ignoring the weird stares I got, and started to head back to where I lived with Azar. I needed to meditate again.

AN: So, sorry this took so long. I meant for it to be up sooner but it wasn't finished when I went on vacation so that put a huge delay in my plans. Thanks to everyone who reviewed/favorited whatever last chapter. Much appreciated.

Um, I totally meant to mention this last chapter and clearly I forgot. Publish date and update date are super different cause I'm re-writing this. I wrote it last year sometime and it wasn't very good to be honest, then I went through my English class and we actually worked on creative writing instead of just boring essays, so I improved a lot, I think. So I'm re-doing the whole thing. Might take a little, but that's alright.

Thanks for reading!