From One Town to Another

Raven's POV

Well, let's see- I've been to four other towns and counting since the rage incident. I still have nightmares about what Jake could have done to me had I stayed with him. That gun of his makes me suspicious, especially since he even shot me a couple times. I wasn't hurt at all, but I have three bullet scars on my shoulders and chest.

Ah, let me think- I would be in… Skyhark, if I'm not mistaken. Or maybe it was Brimway, I don't know. This place has seen better days, I can tell- must have been a war here, or something. This town was recommended to me by one of the elders in another place, so obviously I took their advice, seeing that I need as much help as I can get. "'Scuse me, are you lookin' for som'n?" asked a voice that sounded strangely like an African-American's. "Yeah," I said, turning around. Indeed, it was an African-American, dressed in a pure white robe. "I'm looking for Jezzelle Medina? The healer?" The Afro-American smiled. "Oh, that would be me," she said. "No, seriously, you're the healer?" I asked, totally unconvinced. "Yes, I am. Hard to believe, eh? Wait a minute, you's an Azarathian, right?" she responded. I nodded. "Ah, child. I see. You the Daughter of Trigon, right?" I nodded again. This was getting freaky. She could be one of Trigon's minions. "Mmm," she muttered, bobbing her head. "I heard about you. The one who had the trouble controlling her powers? Yeah, Rorek told me all about you." Rorek! How did she know about him? How did he know about me? "You look disturbed, you alright child?" Jezzelle asked. "I am disturbed," I muttered, and unzipped my bag slightly, letting Emerald have some air. She mewed, and stared at Jezzelle, her large green eyes bright.

"Come on, I'll take you to the tent. I'll explain everything," the healer said, and led me to her tent.

"See, I learned about you about five months ago by my cousin, Rorek. Twice removed." "But how did Rorek know me? Malchior was the one who betrayed me." I said. "Those two, it's complicated. After Rorek had slain Malchior, there was an inscription inside the book. It said about a beautiful Azarathian of royalty that would one day release him. Of course, that was you. Rorek sped ahead into the future to see how this would turn out, but he was in spirit form, so no one would see him. And, as inscribed, Malchior betrayed you." That memory always brings back a cold, icy heartache. "I still can't believe he lied to me," I muttered, hot tears blurring my vision. Behind Jezzelle's head, a vase exploded. "And that's why you're here, right?" she asked, jabbing her thumb at the broken vase. I nodded. The healer shrugged and pointed her hands at the shards of pottery, and it came back together, just like that. "How did you do that?" I asked, dumbfounded. Normally, I could detect the magic in a person's spirit, but I saw nothing in Jezzelle's, even though she is a healer. "I'm a squib, child," Jezzelle told me, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "A…a squib?" I stuttered. "I didn't know they existed anymore!" My expression must have been pretty laughable, because the healer snorted and started to giggle. "Oh, they exist all right. Maybe not in this dimension anymore, but they exist," she told me. Alright, enough chit chat, we've got work to do. "Could you teach me how to control my powers?" I asked. Jezzelle stopped laughing. "Of course. But first- have you ever hurt anyone with your gift?" I nodded. "Yes, I have. One incident was very recently, I attacked this guy who I sat with on the ferry to get to another town. I also nearly killed one of the villains that my…team…and I were trying to stop." It made me flinch to mention the team. It always brought back the look of horror on Beast Boy's face when I told him that I was leaving. Gawd, I miss him. Why couldn't I have taken him with me?

Jezzelle nodded her head and rubbed her chin, apparently deep in concentration. "Aye. That explains many things, child. I understand that Malchior was teaching you dark magic?" Or is it simply misunderstood…like us…

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. I hated reliving these memories. Especially Malchior. He took my heart and shattered it. Shattered it into little…tiny…pieces. "Then I am going to teach you light magic. It is easier to learn, and more effective. But first…" The healer paused. "Will you promise to do everything I say, even when it seems impossible?" "Even the impossible can be accomplished," I said confidently. "Alright. Let's get started."

So my training began.

Back at the Tower- BB's POV

My room was showered in complete darkness for the moment, aside from the tiny desk lap overlooking my computer. I was on the Internet…four hours straight to be exact. I was tracking Raven- it was the only constructive thing I could do right now. I mean, sitting around and bawling your eyes out isn't going to bring anyone back. It probably just drives everyone else away. So, it's like 1:00am, and I sitting here on this website they put up just to catch Raven. I guess they figure if we can't, they will. It was getting annoying to read that they weren't sure where she was now, but they were very close to finding her, and blah blah blah. After about another two long, grueling hours of searching, I finally found a map of where she had been. I practically jumped out of my chair in triumph, and I would've ran screaming down the halls if the others were awake. But they weren't, so I had to tip toe ever-so-quietly down the hall and to the printing labs. As I began my prowling, I came across Starfire's room, and to my surprise, her bedroom door was tilted open. I could hear her voice creeping through the door, and what I heard almost made me die laughing. "Oh, yes Robin…I will marry you…yes…" HA! Oh, I wish I had a tape recorder, 'cause that was PURE GOLD I TELL YOU! Ahhhhhhh. Okay, back to business.

I kept having spaz attacks as I walked to the Printing Labs because of her little self-conversation. It was hilarious, seriously, but if my stupid mouth wouldn't shut the freak up, then I'd die…

Alright, so it took me twenty minutes to get down there and back. It's not my fault my mouth won't be quiet. It's like I have no control whatsoever, and it is scaring me. Luckily, I DID in fact get the map, and I was going to look at it to see where to start, but I fell asleep just as I sat on my bed.

Beast Boy's Dream

Lightning flashed fiercely above my head and the booming thunder crackled in my ears. The trees around me swayed in an odd fashion, like there was another storm approaching. The piercing rain had soaked through my uniform, and it made me shiver like a dog (more irony). There was a single road to my right; there was a bus coming one way and a rig coming another. The driver of the rig was drunk, swerving the truck like a psychotic moron. The two vehicles were coming straight at each other. The driver of the bus was trying to stay in focus, but it was too late. There was a great explosion, a blood-curling scream, and…black magic! I tried to yell out, but no sound would exit my mouth. I ran over to the wreckage and searched desperately for the source of the magic- my Raven. I finally found her, after minutes of searching, but there was blood engulfing her entire body, and a white aura surrounding her. I tried to feel for a pulse, hoping she was alive, but she was not…

Ending the Dream

My own scream rippled through the air as I sat up, an thin layer of icy sweat coating my body. I looked over to my clock to see what time it was- 7:00am. None of the other titans would be up at this time, which gave me enough time to pack and head out before anyone noticed. They would come looking for me, no doubt, but I wouldn't come back until I found Raven, and that was a promise I was going to keep.

I got out a big blue Adidas gym bag and put all my stuff inside- extra uniforms, Raven's journal, some pictures of all of the titans (mainly Raven, haha), and any other things I would need. After that, I walked to the door of Titans' Tower, and left on my journey to find Raven.