So I am avoiding schoolwork again and recently remembered i started this thing :) Heres an update for you cyberspace.


She awoke inside her mind again, groggy from the spell and the long night. She stood up slowly and looked her surprise the forest was starting to wither. What was once a dense calm cascade of green was now brown and vacant. Dead leaves were gathering in piles on the floor while the tree trunks now had large cracks with sap seeping out like an open wound.

"It didn't work." she said angrily. She walked up to a tree and placed a hand on the dry side. A soft wind blew the leaves across the landscape and sent them spiraling into the air.

"Wind? There's never wind. What is happening to me?"

She crouched down and leaned against the dying tree, avoiding the sap. With the wind blowing the forest appeared to be breathing as shadows fought for space. So much was changing for her that she didn't have answers to. The monks had never prepared her for this.

Suddenly a shadow began morphing into a new shape and took a 3 dimensional figure made of dark glowing energy. Her heart began beating quickly as she prepared herself for attack. The energy became a womans figure; her long hair framed her dainty face hidden beneath her hooded cloak.

The woman smiled and said, "My dear Raven, I am so proud of you." Raven lowered her hands and gasped. She knew that voice despite all the years it had been since she heard it last. She ran to her mother, as if to give a hug but stopped before her and frowned.

She said sadly, "I thought the spell was supposed to bring you back to my dimension, not inside my mind, not in this form." She went to grab her mother's hand but passed right through her. Arella looked sadly at her daughter.

She spoke gently, "I haven't much time. This spell will wear off quickly. I needed to speak with you, about Azarath and its people. They're alive and we need your help." Raven backed away from her, ashamed.

She replied, "I've been to Azarath. Trigon destroyed it, burnt it and its people to the ground. There's nothing I can do to bring it back."

"Azarath was never destroyed. It was moved. Your father had threatened our land before you were born. The monks who raised you had set up a safe passage to another dimension should he ever break through our walls. When you had been sent to Earth on your twelfth birthday, he attacked our city, but the monks had already escorted our people out, knowing you had been the only reason he hadn't attacked before. Our passage was one way however, I could never return to you, and watch you become the young lady you are now. I could not prevent your destiny or be there when it happened, or help you fight him. I abandoned you, my only child, my only love, on an unknown planet to serve out your fate." Arella had started crying sparkling silver tears as she confessed her deepest regret. She grabbed her arms tightly as she shook. "And now I must ask more of you. Our plane of existence is falling apart; the walls are cracking. The monks do not have the power to return, but you do."

Raven shook her head. "I don't know how. I've looked through all of my books and could never find a spell to bring you back."

Arella said, "I will guide while I can, but we must act quickly." She hesitated before continuing, "Raven, this was a responsibility we did not wish to burden you with but Azarath is fading. You are our last hope."

Raven was plagued with doubt but Azarath was her home, the monk's had raised her, and she was going to do everything in her power to bring them back.

She asked, as confidently as she could muster, "What do I need to do?"

In that moment a strong guttering yell came across the plane. Trigon had arrived. Raven's stomach fluttered, her heart raced as she turned to face him.

"He's here." She stated blandly.

Trigon's massive form bent closer, breaking the top branches of the trees and said in his deep voice, "Oh, a family reunion, how… touching. Whatever reason she is here, I can guarantee it won't help. Your mother could never protect you from my influence."

Suddenly Trigon slammed his hand on the ground and sent a ripple of earth and debris her way. Raven quickly levitated and flew over the trees, with dark orbs ready to fire. She used her energy to grab the nearest trunk and threw it at his form. He shielded his face from the impact and in response went to grab her. She dodged his grasp but was hit with his other hand and fell to the ground.

She looked up at him in panic. She yelled, "I can't hold him back for long! What do I need to do for the spell?" She quickly levitated out of Trigons reach.

Arella, meanwhile, could do nothing but watch helplessly. She had no powers or even a physical form. She could feel the spell fading already. She had to relay what she knew soon or Azarath was doomed. She yelled over the battle, "To gather the necessary power to bring us back you will need to use all of what Trigon gave you."

Raven hesitated from firing another tree at him as dread rushed in and numbed her body but recovered as soon as she saw his hand come at her and dodged. She threw another tree at him and used the seconds before it hit to say, "I- I can't. He will takeover, I won't be able to- to put him back once he's gained control. I've been containing him, but last night, before you came, he got free and now- I'm not strong enough."

"Raven, the part of your father that dwells here," she gestured to the space around them, "has no control over you. It is you who allows him to roam."

Raven said angrily, "Why would I let him free? He has done nothing but destroy everything he touches!" In that moment she was hit again by his hand and dropped to the ground. She landed much harder this time, her arms wobbled as she tried to rise and ran when he attacked again.

Arella said loudly, "The part of your father inside you has manifested itself from your anger, from your hate. We are all born with the ability to feel anger, but because of your father, yours has taken a physical form and the more you feed into your anger the more it will consume you."

Raven dodged another blow and sent more trees at his face; two hit his arm but one hit his eye and he stumbled back. Raven used this time to summon her other sides and gather all the power she could summon. They gathered in a circle and combined, turning into one force, a single white Raven. While Trigon was still recovering she shot a blast of white energy. He yelled as he fell onto the ground in pain. He leaned up and faced her with deep hatred in his eyes and fire on his breath. She shot another blast of energy at him and he stayed down. His form took that of the red Raven and laid past out on the ground.

Raven leaned down to the past out form and looked at her mother and said, "Now what?"

Arella shook her head and said, "This isn't right. Your anger isn't something to be defeated-"

Raven interrupted, "Well we don't have much time! It's now or never."

She nodded and said reluctantly, "You'll need to absorb this one much like the others, but when you do you need to say FlueremCas Abaray. This will let you gain access to all of his powers, not just the ones he gave you."

Raven did as Arella said, fearfully. She took in her red form, could feel it's weight within like an anchor sinking into the sea, and looked at her mother expectantly.

Arella said, "Now we travel to Azarath. You will need to enter your world and I will disappear. Remember these words. Tricksha Man Terran, Limskut huo te'euran. When you say the words you will know what to do, you'll feel it." Arella placed her hand near Ravens heart and smiled. "Let it guide you and you will not fail."

Raven suddenly felt dread as she realized it was time for them to say goodbye. She said, "If I can't do it, if I do fail, will you tell them I, will you tell them I didn't mean-"

Arella said, "You can do it. You were born to do great things my love, even if you don't believe it sometimes." Raven smiled doubtfully and stood back to meditate. She looked to her mother once more, she memorized every detail of what could be the last moment she will ever have with her.

Raven remembered the last time she talked with her mother, right before she was sent away. the monks had set up a departure ceremony, a type of spiritual releasing, to bid her farewell. Arella had showed but stayed in the back of the crowd. It wasn't until the end of the ceremony, when she was alone on the roof overlooking the city one last time, that Arella had spoken to her.

Arella said quietly, "This is your last day." Raven simply nodded without looking away from the quiet city. "This is not the way I wanted you to see our land. It is much different than here."

Raven stated, "The monks have taught me about earth. I'm not afraid."

"Teaching and living are two different things. The people there, both good and bad, will try to influence you but you must stay away. Getting attached will only hurt you. Their fate is sealed along with yours you must trust me when I say it is best that you keep your distance."

At this Raven turned around and said angrily, "You would know wouldn't you? You're the expert at avoiding me."

"Raven-"

"No! You don't get to tell me what to do. you've never been a mother to me so you don't have to pretend now. I can make my own decisions." Raven stormed passed her without looking back.

Those were the last words she ever said to her and she felt regret instantly. She was angry though. In all her years, Raven had never felt like Arella wanted to be her mother and grew up thinking she was nothing but a burden.

Now, as she looked back she wanted to say goodbye properly but when she turned around Arella had faded away. Raven frowned as she went through a portal and woke up back in her room.

Nothing had changed. Her room was still littered with books and charms and the sand circle had remained untouched. From her clock it would seem only 30 minutes had gone by but to Raven it felt like hours. With only the slightest hesitation she levitated once more into her meditation state and chanted the spell to take her to Azarath. Her concentration was beginning to falter though. Since her mother had returned Raven had wanted her friends with her and she couldn't help but think of them now as she chanted the spell that would send her home.

She finished her spell and the portal opened above her. She looked around her room once more, worried that she might not return. Her friends would go searching for her and they wouldn't quit, something she admired and hated equally. They would need answers. She grabbed a page from a nearby book and tore it out, then scribbled some words on it and placed it on her bed.

The portal was beginning to close, she couldn't hesitate any longer. She took a deep breath and flew into the opening, focusing on home but her mind kept drifting to her friends. They were her home now. They were the ones who treated her not as the prophecy but as a titan, a fellow hero. Despite the secret she had hidden from them for half the time she had known them, she trusted them with her life and they trusted her. She should have told them before she left, should have trusted them once more to guide her. After so many years, it was still an instinct to figure stuff out by herself. Suddenly she felt a rip inside her, like her heart was being torn in two. Her skin felt like it was shattering as an intense heat burned everywhere. She screamed in pain but then heard a terrifying laughter utter from her own lips.


I apologize for an grammatical errors or confusion. I don't have anyone to proof read :( it's just for fun anyways :)