Two in one day...I'm on a roll. :D


Raven grimaced as he started to cook the dead snake.

"What's wrong? What do you have against snakes?" He asked, almost as if it were a simple question, and people all over the world set their tables and ate snake for dinner all the time. Scratch that, they probably did. She made a face at that thought.

"You mean besides the fact that because of them, your kind was tempted, and thrown out of Eden? And that they are cold, slimy, and have no legs? Nothing, nothing at all."

"Our kind?" He turned away from the fire, trying unsuccessfully to look uninterested. Her eyebrows shot upwards.

"You don't know? I would've thought that you would've seen it on the news...or on the internet. I thought everyone knew."

"Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble Sunshine, but I'm not everyone. So please, don't put me in a box with all of these other...People...When you don't even know me." She held up a hand in defense, the other clutching her towel.

"I hope we find a town soon. I REALLY don't want to have to wear this for the rest of my life." He chuckled.

"What's wrong with that? I think it looks sexy on you." He turned away from her to turn the snake, so he didn't see the sorceress's lovely white cheeks stain crimson. "What were you saying before this though? About yourself?"

"I'm not from earth." He turned to look at her, leaning back against a log, making himself comfortable. Raven perched atop a half rotted Spruce tree that had long ago toppled over after being struck by lightning and rained on many a time.

"And?" She shrugged.

"I'm not from earth."

"Right, we've established that. What I meant was where are you from?"

"Azarath."

"Another planet or dimension?"

"Dimension." She averted her eyes, tears welling up as she remembered her home world when it was whole and full of life. Only years later it had been destroyed. Because she had been born. She pretended to wipe an eyelash away as a tear fell, and got rid of the evidence. No way was she going to cry in front of him. Again.

"Hey," He was suddenly in front of her, one knee in the dirt, leaning towards her. His voice was gentle, even through the distorter. Not something she would've expected from a thief. "Don't cry. I'll stop asking if you don't want to talk about it. I'm right here if you do." Something about the way he had just said that, maybe it was because no one else would, or maybe because it seemed like he actually cared and no one else did, made her lose control. She turned her face to the side as tears slid freely down it. It was the first time that she had ever cried this way since the day before her 16th birthday. That was two and a half years ago; she was well over 18 now. She should've been handling it like a woman, but she couldn't. She rested her elbow on her knee, her hand automatically covering her eyes. She felt him plop down next to her, and hesitantly, place his hand on her back. His other hand gripped her wrist and drew her hand away from her face. He took one look into her violet eyes and knew instantly that this was something that had been locked inside of her for years and years. He wrapped the other arm around her shoulder and pulled her into him. She stiffened.

"You know, sometimes it's good to cry. You shouldn't hold things inside of you forever, because they end up destroying who you are. Let them out. If we didn't shed tears every once in a while, we wouldn't be strong." Cautiously, her arms wound themselves around him. He was taller than her, so she ended up burying her face in his chest.

"It's all my fault." Just the fact that someone finally cared made her tears myriad. Her body began to shake. Under the mask, X frowned.

"No it's not. It's mine."

"That's...Not...What I'm talking about." Her sobs were so powerful that they interrupted her speech.

"What is it? What's been bothering you?"

"My home. It's gone forever. And it was all my fault."

"I doubt that. How so?"

"You know that expression, "You'll wish you were never born"?"

"Yeah?"

"That's how I felt ever since I was born." He was silent, waiting for her to continue. "My father was Trigon. Do you remember, years ago, when the world almost ended? Well, that was my fault." She continued on before he could interject something, or protest. "I was born to become a portal. On my 16th birthday, I would become a portal for my father's destruction. He destroyed Azarath first. Then he came to destroy earth. I didn't know that he was going to destroy where he was from. If I had, I would've killed myself, or—"

"Don't say that. It wasn't your fault. If you were born, it was inevitable. We are all born, and our destinies are decided. That doesn't mean that we can't change them. You didn't know that that was going to happen, and, anyways, in the end, you saved the earth, because I'm still here." They were silent for some time. Raven stopped crying.

"I didn't tell you everything earlier. About the rings." She pulled away from him a little, the towel sagging downward some, showing him a bit of her milky chest.

"What is it. Something's troubling you."

"The rings. They...On Azarath, they signify love between a couple. The female wears one their whole life, and when they meet the one they love, the male puts the matching ring on to show that he would like to be bound to her. When they are bound, their souls become one. They are forever one. The rings are stuck, and they cannot be dimensions apart."

"Is there some process that would help take the rings off?"

"There was. On Azarath, if you truly did not love the person anymore, for some odd reason, the monks would've been able to remove the rings."

"Would've. You used past tense."

"My planet was destroyed, remember?"

"Oh." He could tell something else was bothering her. She once again clutched her towel, and stood up, looking away. "What are you not telling me?" She turned and looked him straight in the eyes, even through the mask.

"When the female puts her ring on, the man she is destined to be with is already decided."

"And?"

"The ring will fit one person, and one person only."

"What's that supposed to—"

"X," She swallowed, "I have been wearing my ring since I was four years old. You came into my room that day. It wouldn't have mattered to me that you were messing with the ring. But the ring only fits one person. And you are the one that's wearing it."


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-Knisley24