OK this song is a little more of a…um, godly song. I've actually have been wanting to do this song for a while so here you go. Its "God Help the Outcasts" from the Hunchback of Notre Dame. So um, lets get this done.

Oh and this is before Arella was born and before BB and Rae got together.

Raven looked at the clock on her nightstand, it read one o'clock. She sighed and got up. No use sleeping since she was already awake. She got dressed in a black hoodie and some worn jeans that had holes in them. She teleported to the bay and started to walk through the city, the cool wind blowing against her pale face. She shivered slightly and started to notice she was getting into the rougher part of the city. As she looked around she saw people young and old just sitting on the ground in the alleys, their clothes ragged and their faces showed that they had been through hardships. The ones that Raven really hated to see were the ones that looked no more than ten or younger and yet they looked as though they had already aged beyond that mentally.

"Excuse me miss?" Raven turned to see a small girl who looked to be about five years of age, with light brown ratty hair and clothes that looked like they were way too big for her. She smiled shyly up at Raven then shifted her bright green eyes back to the ground.

"Yes?" Raven asked in a soft and gentle voice. It was the same voice she used when she was around Teether, Melvin, and Timmy.

The small girl shifted her weight to her other foot. "Would you happen to have any food on you? I'm starving." Raven could feel her heart breaking at the small and sad voice the girl used. Raven leaned down and reached her hand out and placed it on her face. The girl flinched at the touch and shut her eyes tight like she was expecting to be hit.

"I'm sorry but I don't have anything on me." The girl nodded in understanding, turned and ran back down the alleyway she had came. Raven sighed. She hated that she couldn't have offered that girl anything. She knew what it was like to be abandoned, shunned, and turned from. She knew what it was like to be an outcast. Raven continued to walk until a church came into view, and she couldn't help but keep walking toward it. As she entered the church she couldn't help but see the irony in this picture. A half-demon in the house of God, it was almost disturbing. She walked down the long isle, seeing a few other people in the church other than herself who were kneeling, probably preying, and turned right to face a statue of what looked to be some sort of tribute to the All-Mighty. She got to thinking about the little girl and she almost wanted to cry, she remembered being that helpless, being an outcast.

"I don't know if you can hear me

Or if you're even there

I don't know if you would listen

To a demon's prayer

Yes I know I'm just an outcast

I shouldn't speak to you

Still I see your face and wonder

Were you once an outcast too"

She reached her hand out and touched the statue, running her fingers along the smooth marble. She turned away and started to walk down one of the corridors lit by candles that cast shadows on the wall. Her mind wondered back to the people she had seen on her way here, the look of hope had been washed away long ago on some of them while the younger ones seemed half dead. The girl's face popped into her head again and the look of hope had been clear in her eyes.

"God help the outcasts

Hungry from birth

Show them the mercy

They don't find on earth

God help the people

They look to you still

God help the outcast

Or nobody will"

The other people in the church prayed and prayed and Raven was able to hear them as they sang them. It seemed they all wanted something for their own selfish endeavors and tasks while there were people out there, huddling around barrels of fire trying to survive till there next meal.

I ask for wealth

I ask for fame

I ask for glory

To shine on my name

I ask for love

I can possess

I ask for God and

his angels to bless

Me

Raven shook her head at the prayers the people around her were saying…err singing. They were so trivial, so predictable. Raven finally sat down at one of the pews. (I think that's how you spell it) She imagined that if the Titans hadn't found her and took her in, she would've been just like the people out there. Hungry, lonely, hopeless.

"I ask for nothing

I can get by

But I know so many

Less lucky then I

Please help the people

The poor and down trod

I thought they all were

The children of God

God help the outcasts

Children of God"

Raven sighed and put her head in her hands as a light shined through the stain glass window and shined on her. The people around her finally seemed to notice her presence and stared. Raven felt their stares and decided it was best if she left and went home. She looked at her watch and it said three thirty. "Wow, I was in there longer than I thought," she thought as she exited the chapel. She walked along the street and noticed the girl from before digging through some garbage. Raven watched for a moment and then a smirk slid onto her face as she walked up to the small girl. "Hey," she said softly. The girl jumped at the sound of the empathy's voice and turned around. When she saw Raven that shy look returned to her features.

"W-what do you want?"

"First what's your name?" The girl looked at her skeptically and then timidly replied…

"Emily."

"Well, Emily, how about I take you to get something to eat. Its on me," Raven said as a motherly smile slid into place. (Guess Raven's always had a maternal instinct huh?) "I know this great diner that's open twenty-four hours a day." Emily's eyes instantly lit up with the thought of actually getting something real to eat.

"Really?" Raven nodded and started walking and the girl followed and as they walked Raven felt something in her hand. She looked down and saw Emily's hand in hers. Raven smiled and looked back to the concrete as they walked to the diner.