Raven P.O.V.

"See ya around Titan's" Ric said to us with a wink and a 2 fingered salute, and walked away, after grabbing his stuff from his destroyed bike. The Titan's and I started to head back home when Robin put his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him, confused. "Could you keep an eye on him for me? There's something about him that just seems familiar." He said to me with a suspicious look. "That 2 fingered salute, is was the same salute that Red X gave me the day he stole the scanner." I had to admit, that was somewhat suspicious. Then, something clicked. "Robin, Red X was a telekinetic. Ric is a cryokinetic. Not to mention Red X's hands glowed green, Ric's glowed blue. I don't think they're connected." I told him. "I see, but, please, for my own peace of mind?" He asked. I sighed. "Fine, but I'm not happy about having to be a babysitter for some meta-human you're suspicious of." I told him with a slight glare. He nodded and I took off after Ric. He was talking to a guy driving a tow truck, who took his bike away, most likely to the scrap yard.

"I can always build another one." He said out loud with a small smile. "I have the parts back home anyway." He started walking, me following closely behind, transparent, so he couldn't see me. The walk to his house last 45 minutes at least. He stopped at a larger than normal house. It was 2 stories high, and looked to have at least 4 bedrooms. He entered and closed the door, locking it. I phased through. "OK, so I'm having a guest for dinner tonight, so what should I make?" He said to himself. After a moment of thought, he spoke again. "Everybody likes pizza, and I have some leftover dough in the freezer. Plenty for 2 pizzas." He said out loud. "Who is he having over?" I wondered. "A date, perhaps?" For some reason, I was a bit irritated at that thought.

"First thing is first though," he said to himself. "I'm now lacking in any mode of transportation." He walked towards a door, and opened it, revealing his garage. "I have the parts to make a new bike, but that can take weeks, unless," He walked over to the corner, moving some stuff away. "Bingo!" he raised his voice in happiness. He pulled what looked like an old, broken motorcycle. "My old store-bought bike!" he exclaimed happily. "I can just replace the broken parts with the spare parts, and I'll have a vehicle again. Shouldn't take more than 6 or 7 hours to get it in the same condition my old was in, before it was destroyed, and it's only 10am now, don't have to cook till 6pm."

He took off his shirt, and got to work. I couldn't help blushing. He was muscular, but not overly so. In very good shape, but so much so that it looked unattractive. All in all, he was a very attractive guy. I felt my heart start to beat faster, and my breathing as well. I instinctively started rubbing my legs together and my hand snaked it's way up to my left breast. "What the hell?!" I exclaimed in my head as I realized what was happening and quickly removed my hand from my body. "Why is seeing him working on a motorcycle making me hot?!" I yelled to myself in my head. I couldn't think of any reason why I'd be turned on by this.

This went on for a few hours. My arousal died down a little after a little bit of time. He seemed to really know what he was doing. He took the parts that were useless off the broken bike, and replaced them. He had power tools to work with, but no regular tools. I wondered why that was, until he made a wrench out his ice. "Clever idea." I praised him in my head. After some time, he was finally finished. "Wow, not bad work if I do say so myself." He wasn't wrong. That bike looked better than anything you could buy at a store. "I should probably take a shower before I start cooking."

"Indeed." I thought to myself. "You're covered in oil and dirt." He went into the bathroom, and started to run a shower. At this point, I decided to look around a little bit, make sure he isn't a threat. I was impressed to see a Master's degree in engineering hung up on his wall. To my surprise, he had a lot of books, probably more than I do. They were mostly about engineering, but there were a lot of gothic novels as well. There were some books about magic. Some books that I'd read before too. I looked at one of them; it was about familiars, and how to summon them. "How did he get this?" I wondered.

I heard a small meow behind me, and turned around. Staring straight at the space I occupied, was a black cat with amethyst eyes. The cat seemed to be able to see me, even when I was transparent. "Can the cat see me? I'm transparent right now. Maybe its animal instincts are telling it, her, I'm here." I thought to myself.

I put the book back where I found it when I heard Ric approaching. He was now clean, wearing black jeans and a red sleeveless shirt, showing off his muscled arms, and no shoes. He went to the kitchen, and opened his freezer. He pulled out a ball of pizza dough wrapped in plastic. He set his oven rather low, and waited for it to heat up. When it did, he unwrapped the dough, and placed it on a tray, and into the oven, setting the oven timer. He pulled out some bacon from the fridge, and fried it.

The timer went off about a half hour later, and he pulled the tray out, and set the oven higher. He rolled the now defrosted dough into 2 circles, and rubbed tomato paste on them. He grated some mozzarella cheese, and abundantly sprinkled it onto the bases. He placed the bacon on the pizzas, with some parsley and garlic, and placed the pizzas in the oven once it was hot enough. 20 minutes later, there were 2 pizzas on the dining room table. My stomach grumbled at the wonderful smell.

Ric chuckled. "Did he hear my stomach?" I wondered with a small blush of embarrassment. "You can come out now, Raven. Dinner is ready." He said he sat down. This caught me by surprise. I dropped my transparency, sat down and ate. The pizza was better than anything I ever at the Pizza Place the Titan's and I usually go to. Dinner passed by in an awkward silence. We were both finished when I decided to break the ice, pun not intended. "Thanks. That was a good pizza." He smiled at me. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He walked over to the kitchen, and washed the plates.

When he was done sat down on the couch and looked at me. "Robin obviously sent you because he thinks I might be a threat. Your analysis on that theory is?" he asked. I thought for a moment. "You don't seem to be dangerous. Mind if I ask you something?" I responded. "Shoot." He said back. "Do you have magical powers? I saw all your books. They're real magic books."I asked. He looked confused. "I do not. Those books are just something a friend gave me. I didn't know they were real." He looked at his watch. "It's late." He said. "You can take my bedroom. I'll sleep on the couch." I nodded. "Thank you'' I responded simply.

He led me to his room, and I was relieved to see no stains on the sheets. I undid my cloak, and took off my boots. I got under the blankets and inhaled the scent on the sheets. It smelt like a fresh winter's morning. "This must be his scent." I thought to myself as sleep took me over.

Danny P.O.V.

I lied to Raven when I said I don't have magic. As I sat down on the couch, I started thinking about my magical powers. As I fell asleep, I dreamt of the time I spent training my magic.

~Flashback Start~

I'd been travelling for some time now, about 22 months. I couldn't stay in Amity Park. Too many painful memories were there. I've been responding to assassination contracts along the way, making a lot of money in the process. Right now though, I was just on my way to the next city.

I was walking on the side of the highway, not a single car to be seen. It was quiet, and I liked that. At least, it was quiet, until my ghost sense went off. I growled in frustration. "Is it too much to ask that I be left alone?" I yelled to the ghostly presence. It was Skulker. "Yes, it is Ghost Child. You are a valuable prize, and I will not stop hunting you until I have your pelt on my wall!" Skulker yelled and shot a missile at me. I jumped out of the way, and shot an ectobeam at him. I didn't even bother to transform. We fought for about 10 minutes, before things got ugly. "Why do you fight, Whelp?" Skulker asked with a taunting smirk. "Your family is dead; you have nothing to fight for! Just let me kill you, and end your worthless existence." That did it. I snapped.

"Shut, Up!" I yelled and shot an ectobeam at him, only it wasn't an ectobeam, it was pure white. The beam hit Skulker, and he faded from existence. I looked at my hand, which was glowing white. "New ghost power?" I asked myself. "Incorrect, Daniel." A voice behind me said. I turned around to see Clockwork. "Hello Clockwork. If this isn't a ghost power, what is it?" Clockwork smiled. "It is a power that comes from your human half; magic. A power no ghost in existence has." He replied. My jaw dropped. "Magic?" I asked him. He nodded. "Yes, Daniel, you are descendant of a great magical bloodline. For reasons unknown, even to me, the magic in your heritage did not show within anybody in your family, but you. Even if you had not gotten ghost powers, you would still be a sorcerer. An immensely powerful one at that." I looked at my hand, and then to Clockwork. "Could you teach me how to use it? You know everything, surely you can teach me, even if you can't use it yourself." He shook his head. "I cannot, Daniel, I am sorry, but I can send you to place that can." He told me, as he opened a time portal.

"This portal leads to a castle where a sorcerer named Serad of Nol lives, 1000 years in the past. He offers his teachings and knowledge of light magic to anyone who can prove themselves worthy of using his vast knowledge. If you wish to learn dark magic, he will not be able to help you." Clockwork explained. I nodded. He handed me a bag. I took it and swung it over my shoulders. "That satchel has an outfit that will help you blend in to that time. Your name, whilst in that era, will be Rorek. Understood?" I nodded in response, and walked through the portal.

I changed into the outfit Clockwork gave me. It consisted of steel boots, steel gauntlets, a steel cuirass with an R in the middle of the chest area, and a full body leather piece that was rather warm in the snowy terrain. My favourite part was the long black scarf that doubled as a mask that covered my mouth and nose. I walked over to the castle, and knocked the door knocker. The double doors flew open. No one was there. I cautiously entered.

As I was walking, a voice spoke to me. "Greetings traveller," It said. It definitely a man and he sounded British. "State your name and business here." I took a deep breath to calm down. "My name is Rorek, and I have come to request training from Master Serad." I said as calmly as I could. Out of the shadows, a man, about 25 years old, emerged. He had short white hair, sky blue eyes, with wide slits as pupils, and was wearing a monk's robes. "You wish to learn from me?" he asked. "Surely, you know you need to prove your worth." I nodded. "I'll do what it takes to prove myself." I told him.

He sighed. "Let me guess, you're the most skilled sorcerer in your town, and you think you deserve more knowledge?" "Actually, truth be told, I've traveled the land almost 2 years. My magical prowess is next to nothing, as I only recently discovered my magical powers." This surprised the man. "How old are you son?" he asked me. "I am a few days from 16 years of age." I responded. "16 years of age, and only now your powers show? That is unusual." I nodded. "I am aware of this." I looked down in sadness. "You said I had to prove my worth. But the honest truth is that I don't know if I am worthy. This power could have helped me save my family from death, but it only surfaced days ago. If I could not save my family, am I worthy of this power?" I asked him, holding up my hand and igniting the white glow. Serad looked at me. "I do not know child. Let us find out together how worthy you are." I looked at him. "I will train you" He told me.

To be Continued.

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