Man, these chapters really are quite short... They look so much longer in my notebook. I'l try to work on that... Anyhow
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Chapter Three: Explanations
Thirty minutes and three mugs of tea later, Christabel had what she thought was a reasonable explanation for the situation at hand. Or, more correctly, she had what she hoped was a reasonable explanation for the situation at hand… God only knows what these two could do to her if they didn't like what they heard…
The three of them were sitting in the dining room of her families' dining room. Thank God her mother was at work… Christabel sat on the left of the simple wooden table, and the two young heroes sat next to each other on the right. They were looking at her expectantly. Christabel took a deep breath. Here goes nothing…
"Before I can explain anything to you, I need to show you something." She pulled a book out from behind her back. Christabel hesitated for an instant before handing it to them, saying, "This may come as a bit of a shock." Raven and Robin looked at the of the book. For a minute or so, they stared at it in shock, trying to process what they were seeing.
The book laying on the table before them was titled "Teen Titans: A Kids Game".
Raven was the first to accept it. She leaned back in her chair, grabbing her mug of chai tea and holding it in hers hands, eyes closed, brow furrowed ever so slightly in deep concentration.
Robin didn't accept things nearly as well… or as quietly. "I don't believe this! This is all some sort of sick joke!" he shouted. "Its completely true. No matter how much I wish it wasn't." sighed Christabel sadly. "NO!" he shouted, standing up from his seat and slamming his fist on the table. "I don't believe you! LIAR!"
"Robin. Calm yourself." came Ravens' soothing tones. "She speaks the truth."
"What? How do you k-"
"I sense none of the others here. No one thinks of us as anything more than fantasy if they have heard of us at all. All that she is showing us is real. I don't know how, but it is."
Robin sat down quite suddenly, face in his hands. "No…" he said quietly. They sat like this silently for a couple of minutes. Christabel couldn't take the guilt that was gnawing at her stomach anymore.
"If it means anything to you, I'm sorry." Her voice was quiet, yet distraught. Robin looked up at her, puzzled. "What are you sorry for?" he asked her. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She had started speaking before her brain even registered it.
"Because I can't control these stupid powers, and I was finally getting it when something happened and then you guys were here and I don't know how it happened, and everything is moving so fast that I have no idea what's going on, andI don't have a clue how to send you back to your world and fix everything, and my mom is going to be home soon so I have to find an excuse for you being here, and now I'm rambling, and everything is just such a mess!" Christabel collapsed and thumped her head down on the table, muttering, "Why me? Why does everything always happen to me?"
"Wait." Robin said. "Back up just a little. You brought us here?" Christabel lifted her head off the table slightly to look at him. "It was an accident…" she mumbled. "I gathered that." he replied. "But…how?"
She lifted her head off the table completely now. "Do you really want to know?" He looked like he was about to reply, but in the end he simply nodded. Raven added her two bits; "You did promise us an explanation. That does include how we were sent here." Christabel sighed.
"Fine then. It all started about two years ago…"