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Shards Of Time:

Where Am I?

The first thing Raven was aware of was the bitter cold. Standing up, she was surprised to see a dusting of snow on her cape.

"What happened?" she murmured, brushing herself off and casting a quick spell for warmth, "That beam must have been some sort of transport devise, so I guess the real question is, where am I?"

Her eyes scanned the area, which looked like slums, at best. Skyscrapers overshadowed the ramshackle buildings, combining with the dusk to make the view barely discernable.

"Where ever this is, I'm glad I don't live here," she breathed, gingerly avoiding the rubbish strewn on the ground, "Maybe an aerial view will help me figure out where 'here' is."

To the skies she went, looking for something, anything familiar. An odd sense of déjà-vu came over her, but she shook her head stubbornly, trying to clear out the thoughts.

"I haven't been here. I would have remembered such a place."

Still, she felt herself drawn in a certain direction, towards a rocky coast. It was less decrepit than the rest of the area, but more desolate. Where there was garbage at the previous location, there was overgrowth here. A lone bird screamed at her approach, causing the girl to almost lose balance. Taking to the ground, she pushed her way through the frostbitten foliage, not knowing why but feeling an importance of the place.

"It's probably nothi—NO!" the word slipped from her tongue as she stared, rooted to the ground by the sight before her. Battered and icy, the silhouette of the Titans Tower was still unmistakable.

"This-this has to be a mistake," Raven rationalized, "Maybe Warp had some sort of hallucinate in the beam, or I hit my head and I'm seeing things, or something!"

Forcing her legs to move again, she made her way to the Tower, cautiously touching it, as if it would dissolve under her touch. Like everything else, it was cold, the sides rougher than what she remembered.

"It's still here," she muttered, removing her hand, "If it's all in my mind, it's very convincing."

The Empath decided more exploration was in order, and vanished with a swish of the cloak, reappearing inside the main room. It was not as different as the outside; it was dark, but it appeared to be mostly unchanged. She took a tentative step towards the hall, jumping slightly when she knocked something over. Heavy footsteps echoed from the hall, and Raven gathered magic to her hands, not knowing what to expect.

"What is it this time? Have you come to torment me again?" asked a weary but familiar voice.

The girl blinked, focusing on the figure looming in the door. It looked like – but it couldn't be!

"Cyborg?"


A pair of cold blue eyes snapped open. There was no mistake, he had felt it. She had returned.

"Bring her to me," he commanded a patrol of robots, "Bring me Raven."