Ok, just cause this is here don't mean I'm regularly updating. I did this a while ago, but wanted to be sure. Anyways, reviewing would be nice and all, but don't expect any more chapters, not unless I get like eight bazillion reviews begging XD.

I really just wanted to post this because I figured the two people who reviewed should get to see something. Nice people, cant remember your names.

Again with the Disclaimer: Don't usually do one of these every chapter, and probably will forget. But yeah, this ain't my work. Because it's FanFiction. Remember? If I had made this series, Kyd Wykkyd would have gotten at least one episode to himself, and Rorek a return.

Now enjoy, I guess.

2nd Entry:

Ugh… you read but one legend about the finer points of Dragon's blood, and suddenly you find yourself in an obsession. Oh well, I have searched several dozen books but hopefully I will find something yet.

Anyway, it strikes me that I got so wrapped up in explaining the injustices of this time that I didn't actually write much of my life. This is unfortunately my writing style, so I suppose you will simply have to bear with me in order to get any useful information. Frankly it's amazing I can write at all, my childhood was hardly a stable learning environment.

You see, from the moment I was born It was known I would be a great Sorcerer; other Mages were drawn to my birth simply by the magical power that emanated. That, and I soon discovered that Wizards seem to have precious little to do, so they are drawn by any spectacle that has slight interest or the possibility of trading a firework show for lunch.

I gather I emerged into life the usual stressful way that the unfortunate women of the world must endure (why they do it I do not know, If I was female I'd have beaten the male who impregnated me to death, possibly using his own child). However, I did not look the way a child usually looks. Even at birth I had the appearance I have been gifted, or perhaps cursed, with all my life. For it is true that I am an Albino, a condition that brings with it some annoying problems, though also is an outwards manifestation of my power.

White hair is not a good sign in the minds of suspicious people, pale skin and eyes equally as so, however I might have gotten away with it lest I had not also been given the frankly bizarre birth marks.

You should have seen my portrait at the front of the book, fighting a Dragon that we will introduce later, and you would note it looks as if I wear makeup to the sides of my eyes, but it most definelty is not. Being neither a woman nor a theatre worker I am not one for makeup, and I dislike anyone who wears it in such blatant ways. A small amount is bearable, occasionally it is somewhat enjoyable, but it had always been my belief, and remains as such to this day, that a female should try and rely more on natural looks and personality to attract someone.

But onwards with my Biography, with the problems being an Albino has brought it has also granted surprising advantages. It is a mark of instant recognition as a Sorcerer to see a person with white hair and a wizard's garb, so other magic users respect me on sight, and my unique appearance itself seems to attract many a woman with the correct tastes, though I rarely partake in such ventures with non-magical people it is refreshing to find the occasional normal person not against talking to me. Spending too much time around Wizards can be damaging to the brain cells after all.

There are other lesser advantages also, for example - Oh.

I must stop writing for now; a colleague of mine has come to teach me a new ritual. I must find the secret of this odd Dragon's blood, and hopefully this one will know. Her name is apparently Sylvia or something similar, I forget.

I suppose I will have to explain the rest of my childhood worries later on, it will probably explain my somewhat unique attributes.

- Rorek of Noll

An alarm clock was pointless to someone who's very nature attracted bad luck, so despite her planning the previous day she woke up hours after she was supposed to. To keep up energy for her constant night time missions and crimes she had adjusted her sleeping patterns so she slept more of the day. Though considering her already somewhat nocturnal nature, this wasn't that big a deal.

In a darkly coloured apartment a girl rose from her bed. Her skin was a surprisingly pale colour; however it seemed almost to have a light shade of violet embedded in it, not helped by the fact that most of her surroundings were also purple. It was not hard to see her favourite colours.

She had not yet tied her hair back in the two horn shapes she was used to, planning on a shower first. Jinx looked around the apartment and felt a pang of loneliness, the H.I.V.E. Five had not completely disbanded, rather they noticed that they seemed to do better in small crimes by themselves or in pairs, and to that end they kept separate until a larger job needed more of them where they came from all areas of the city. It had been a good choice, which had benefited them a lot and definitely helped keep the Titans from showing up so much. But still, she felt lonely not having the constant shouting and fights breaking out or the not-so-suave advances of Billy Numerous to overreact to.

Loneliness was fought off however, by the usual arrival of Kid Flash at her crimes, and her occasional defeats of him allowed time to talk for a while. Every so often he would even come by her apartment, and as they had long ago agreed to keep hostilities in work it was often fun. Last time she had even gone for Pizza with him, her first 'sort of a date' ever provided you didn't count the time See-More and Kyd Wykkyd had taken her to a French Restaurant on her Birthday.

Jinx stretched stepping out from the shower and putting on her clothes, her cat like grace momentarily disrupted by the struggle to get into them without pulling her flattened hair too much.

Maybe today she'd be able to meet the Titans and try and defeat them, that would cheer her up, especially another magic battle with Raven. She did so enjoy throwing fashion insults with Hex blasts.

Maybe she would rob that bank today. She'd been meaning to for a while.

Bugger, to use the correct phrase. He now knew why people always tried to discourage him from riding a horse. Being short sighted AND light sensitive meant he had to squint and close his eyes a lot, and that certainly did not mix with controlling something very fast, especially now when there were a lot of twists and turns and each one ended in a brick wall. It was quite lucky actually, upon crashing a large cushion had emerged from the car's panel and cushioned him. That certainly doesn't happen every day.

The car seemed undamaged, made out of incredible tough material, but he found he did not want to go back in now he was out of the tunnel and into the city. He would leave it there, hopefully its owners could follow the tire marks to it.

Now he was stationary for the first time in a while he could look around. Though they were blurred, he could easily see the massively tall buildings this era had brought, and he found himself annoyed. If Malchior got loose he could fly to the top of one and it would take Rorek a long time to follow him. But they looked nice, and at least the lights weren't too bright to hurt his eyes.

Thinking of lights, the roads were covered with them, presumably to light the way. They were the same light giving devices the Tower had possessed, so he guessed the candle had been fundamentally replaced by the… he searched Raven's stolen knowledge, 'light bulbs'. Also powered by electricity, like everything around now.

Good, this could at least be dimmed to a tolerable light level for him.

Rorek began to limp down the street, aware that the collision had only made his injured leg worse. If only he could find another magic user, perhaps he could leech a small amount of power. It was common for any Wizard to give off background Magic without noticing, in the same way a candle gives off heat, and many an injured or weakened Magic user had been able to survive by seeking out brethren to feed from.

Come to think of it, that dark looking girl from the Tower had had some power, but she also felt weakened, far too much to provide a sustainable amount of background energy. Perhaps she had been the one to reseal Malchior? Such a taxing spell would explain the weakness.

Oh well, for now he would just have to hope they wouldn't be able to follow the blood leaking profusely from his abused limb.

Rorek looked around for something to aim for whilst walking, and decided on one of the tallest buildings he could see.

"Um… friend Robin?" Starfire asked. 'Robin is reacting oddly to finding his bike was not stolen. Perhaps this was normal Earth behaviour?'Possibly, she had experienced odd things before. Like the terrifying movies they enjoyed watching, or the fact that no one seemed to enjoy the delicious taste of Mustard for a morning drink like she did.

"I thought you'd be taken, I don't know what I'd do without you bike!"

"Dude," Beast Boy watched the spectacle with one eye brow raised. "why don't you and the bike get a room together?"

"Beast Boy, it's natural for someone to get attached to their stuff. Like me and my car." Starfire and Beast Boy went white, realising he hadn't yet noticed his pride and joy was gone. "Hey? Where is my car?""Well you see…" Cyborg's face turned to stone. The only sign of movement was his one Human eye twitching.

"He took it?"

"Yup."

"And you didn't stop him?"

"Nope." It was more a squeak than anything else.

"Did he look like a good driver?" Cyborg asked hopefully.

"When we came in he was pressing each button to find out what he was doing, and he did the seatbelt wrong." Tears were in the robotic teen's eye. Raven sighed.

"Cyborg, we can track him before he does too much damage to it. Besides, what's the worst thing that could happen?"

"It's so easy to tell you haven't ever had a car Raven." Robin told her, a look of sympathy on his face. "Let's go find him before he scratches something."

What few people were on the streets that night automatically moved to the other side of the road on seeing the figure. Head to toe in a black cloak with only a mane of white showing, limping along with its leg bleeding, it was not something anyone would go near. Ordinarily the city was full of odd villains, and they guessed he was simply another who had been injured in combat.

Rorek was on the whole unsurprised by the city. Technology had moved on as it should have, but the information of that was mostly in his head now, and people were still exactly the same. Though their clothing had changed their personalities hadn't. Had a person shown up outside a Wizard tower with a bleeding leg and a limp people would have been lining up to help, it had happened more than once. True, he didn't actually want any help and if it had been offered he would have politely declined, but still it was the principle of the thing, most people now were just turning away and pretending not to notice him.

'So in short, Humans are bastards,'he mused to himself.

He walked past numerous glowing buildings he managed to distinguish as shops. Though they had apparently changed a lot, like everything else, he presumed they were still basically the same in structure and goods though and walked in, finding himself to be fairly hungry. One thousand years is something of a fast after all.

The inside of the building had white clean floors, made out of an odd material. He stalked the various aisles looking for something even vaguely appetising, but most of it seemed to be frozen and in need of heating before consumption. It was a shame he didn't have the energy to start a fire.

Finally he came across some 'Energy Bars' and curious, ripped one open to eat it. It didn't taste good - not bad - just not good. But he ate it anyway, before taking a few more and an apple he had found along with something called a 'Pot Noodle'. He looked at the packet and recognised the foodstuff, the last time he had eaten any sort of this 'Noodle' was when a Teleport spell had gone wrong and he had been forced to spend a few days in a very odd country before colleagues had brought him back. Still, learning a new language had been fun and at least he had bee able to get a good sword to fight with from a local blacksmith.

He took his new found items to the front of the store and was about to walk out when a worker stopped him.

"Excuse me, I wish to get past."

"You can't go, you haven't paid!" He was a stupid looking man. Perhaps he was new to the shopping business? He didn't appear to know the custom of giving Wizards inexpensive items free. Then again, perhaps it wasn't a custom anymore. Normally a Magic user was given free items under a certain price, as they rarely needed to actually buy more than food and clothes and the occasional enchanted armour, and in his case burn ointment. In return a shop owner was allowed to ask a wizard to help him whenever one came by, such as if his child was sick or a curse needed lifting, and on one occasion to make everyone in town think shopping at one place was a very good idea.

Still, he had a few gold coins left. They were solid gold, and that couldn't have gone out of value.

"Here." The Shop assistant watched as the strange hooded creature began to dig into a pocket, steadily bleeding on the floor. He took out something that shone gold before biting a piece off and giving it to him. It was about the size of a small nut.

"What the hell is this?" He was going to call the police if this guy didn't stop messing around, it was too late for this crap. And what was up with his voice anyway? It was like it was echoing around him instead of just being heard. Almost like it was bypassing his ears completely. That kind of thing could give you a headache. Maybe it was just the echo in the shop, but he doubted it.

"It is a piece of Gold. It should pay for these food items and the mess I have left on your floors." With that the cloaked figure walked out, his white hair moving gently in the nights wind.

"Freakin' Nut." The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone, determined to report it even if the 'payment' was gold. "Yeah, I'd like the police…"

Raven had decided that they could get to the mainland easily enough simply flying. She could fly herself, Starfire actually enjoyed carrying Robin, and Beast Boy's Pterodactyl form was easily enough to pick up Cyborg.

All in all it had been uncomfortable flying over the water, and very cold. Cyborg's feet had even been dipped in the water a few times, but in the end they got to where their tunnel came out.

It was immediately clear to them they should have left Cyborg at the tower. The area was a mess with skid marks on the ground and dents in walls. It was covered in smoke, still, and the cars wing mirror had been left behind, a mirror that Cyborg was currently hugging to his chest and weeping into.

"Look at the bright side." Beast Boy smiled nervously, looking at the trail of destruction that lay in front of them. "At least we won't have any problem finding the car."

"I just have to wonder what condition it'll be in." Robin said sadly. Raven sighed, wishing that she could just say it was only a car. It would be mean though, if she had spent hours writing down ingredient for a new Hex or something, and it had been destroyed, she would have been annoyed beyond belief. The Car had taken weeks, and was built as much from blood sweat and tears as it was steel.

"Come on Titans, we have to catch this guy." The Superheroes ran, or flew, following the flames and tire marks on the road. A hole through a stop sign showed them where a missile had been fired, probably accidentally, and terrified pedestrians recounted what an awful driver had almost killed them.

When they finally tracked the car down Cyborg was one step away from being an emotional wreck. It wasn't just that he had an overly unhealthy obsession with cars, as most males do, in the same way that most females have the unhealthy obsession with buying shoes. He had built that car over weeks, and used his own circuit boards and designs in its construction. There was even the option, that at some point the car could have Artificial Intelligence put in. In short, the car was like a baby to him.

In other circumstances he might have been proud when he saw his car. It had been put through a brick wall, and barely sustained any damage. But then he saw what had been done to the paint job, and his heart shattered. Revenge would be had, if it took one hundred years.

The Sorcerer stopped for a moment, deciding where to go next. Again, his energy had recharged to some degree, but he needed to sleep as soon as possible before anything useful would come from it.

Rorek looked around, and noted a small garden that had for some reason been built in front of one of the large towering buildings. He noted the presence of some seats, apparently permanently left outside, in there as well. After a few seconds of thought he guessed they were for the people who populated this building in day to go out for fresh air, a pleasant idea. And if they only needed them at day, what was to stop him sleeping on one for a while? Hopefully he would wake up with some amount of energy, and then could proceed to figure out a plan.

Despite this complex thought pattern, the real thing going on in his mind was 'I do hope they are comfortable.' And any reasoning was pointless, because no matter what he was going to sleep on one. With a long groan, he sat down on the closest seat, and carefully lifted his injured leg up to it. With a comfortable sigh, he laid his head back and pulled his cloak around him for more warmth.

"This is fantastic… I'm in Heaven." He purred to himself. Sleeping on the ground was about as comfortable, but when you haven't had a real sleep for over ten decades, it really doesn't matter where you drop.

Damn, so close to ten thousand words.