Chapter four
Normal P.o.v.
He woke up without an alarm or by nature. It was a fight between Beast Boy and Cyborg. He had stayed in his room nearly all day yesterday. Something strange was happening to him. Ever since that Space Slug.
Starfire had brought him dinner, something Cyborg (thank goodness.) whipped up for everyone and a package with a letter taped to it. He knew that she was worried about him, but he just couldn't talk to anyone just yet.
Robin hadn't even touched it yet. The seal made him reserved. It was his stepfather's seal. A scarlet hawk. It had been half a decade since he last saw his stepfather. Neither had bothered to write each other until now. He detached the letter from the package and opened it.
Robin,
Trouble.
People are after you for reasons that don't matter. You need to leave town and hide. Somewhere no one can find you. These people already took out SongBird and FeatherLot. You're only putting your friends in danger.
-Concerned.
P.S. The box is filled with the stuff StiffStork wanted you to have. He's living with a distant nephew,
It was not his stepfather's hand writing; that was the first thing he noticed after reading it. Second was the shock of the names used in the letter. FeatherLot and SongBird were names he had given his close childhood friends in his hometown, before he even met his previous mentor.
Now he was tempted to look.
He sat up on his bed and opened the box. Inside were a few pictures of his old friends, his parents, him and his step father, his old treasure box, his old wooden flute, and a wooden hand-carved robin (most likely by his stepfather). He looked inside his treasure box and saw a white feather inside, which was foreign to everything else inside.
The box, besides the feather, was filled with old stones and seashells, a few pens, drawings he used to do, a picture of him and his best friend in soccer uniforms, and an old map of the world.
Dots were still marked in certain places of the world where he and SongBird had wanted to go to when they grow up.
Old memories, good ones, began to surface. They were interrupted, however, when a loud knock sounded. It wasn't at his door. It was at the front door of the Titan Tower.
Who could have knocked so loudly that he would hear?
Jezebell stood patiently outside. A man of half metal and half flesh opened the door for her, and behind him were three other anomalies. An infamous dark priestess of Azarath. A green man with pointed ears and expressive eyes. And a young woman, clearly not of this world.
"Good morning, all," she smiled brightly at them.
The looked at her as if it were she who was odd looking.
"Greetings," said the red haired young woman. "Was that you knocked?"
Jezebell giggled. "Indeed!" Though she had lost much, her natural senses and strengths, greater than any humans still, had not abandoned her. "I come to speak to Robin the Rascal."
"Robin?" said the half-human. "Are selling cookies?"
She shook her head. "I have a message." She turned to the dark priestess. "Mistress Raven, would you allow me entrance?"
Raven looked at her wide-eyed, which was no surprise. "Sureā¦"
Jezebell skipped past the other three and made a known guardian sign with her hands that was a signal of gratitude. The young dark priestess seemed to understand and showed her to Robin's room.
"What did you say your name was?" she asked on the way.
"I am Jezebell de Levollette. A friend of a friend of Robin's."
They didn't even need to open the door. Robin came out as if he knew that they were waiting for him.
"Who's the kid?" he asked.
"That is not as important on what I must tell you on Songbird's behalf."
His bored expression changed instantly to alert, which seemed to surprise Raven. She quickly covered it up, though.
"SongBird?" he exclaimed.
THIS MIGHT BE THE LAST CHAPTER IN A WHILE. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. I KNOW THEY'RE A LITTLE SHORT BUT I
