I know I thought this would take a long time but apparently I lied. This chapter works a little differently than I normaly would write, but it was the only way I could make it work.

Starfire is missing, Raven is taken prisioner, and the other titans are scattered across the Azrathian landscape . . .

The Warrior Chronicles

The darkness was still complete even after his eyes opened. The instant they found the smallest speck of light he lunged towards it. The light was small, only a tiny flame, but it was enough to give him some direction. But the moment he moved he found he could not leave, his wrists bound by chains to the wall.

"I should be laugjng at you," He heard someone say from behind the flame, "But with you being as you are it would just look bad. You look horrible as it is Robin."

"Who are you?" He asked not letting his eyes focus on a single point. The flame was giving him the light he needed to see the others bound to the walls of the cave like him. Beastboy looked the most damaged, his clothes torn in several places and thin trails of blood dried to his skin, some probably not even his own. Cyborg had been hurt as well, his body dented and his circuits shut down. He probably needed to be restarted manually if he were going to be a part of any battle anytime soon.

"I have many names Robin: Prizegiver, Heartbreaker, Powerstealer, Bloodtraitor, and many others. But for the time being you can call me what the people of this realm do: Ally.

Without the action registering in his mind he tried to strike again, the chains holding him back. The one who helped Trigon destroy Starfire's home was right in front of him, just out of his reach. He could capture her and bring her to starfire, let her have justice for what she did, if only he could break free.

"Aw, see, I knew you'd be happy to see me."

"Let me out and I'll show you how happy I am."

"And you still have that fight in you. I like that. Tell you what, when little starfire comes back I'll be sure to kill you where you can see it. I'd like to see how much she can fly after that!" She laughed and disappeared, the flame going with her leaving him in darkness.

He had to get out of here.

"Mother you have no proof of what this is," Raven told her as they reached the planet's surface. Raven pulled up her hood, not wanting the welcome they gave her last time. This part of Tameran had not been there before, probably a separate shard of the planet reattached to the mainland by the Freeblade's wishes. Over half the planet was reconstructed now, though it was all so barren and empty Raven could only wonder why it was needed.

"I need no proof. You are Trigon's daughter, they will kill you before long I promise."

"You have to be willing to give her a chance. The girl is standing up against Trigon. It's not like she'll win anyway. At least give her something to hope about before she dies."

"But what about me?"

"What about you?"

"I lost Nula because of your father, don't make me lose you too. Raven I-"

"Raven!" A young boy called her, "The Freeblade has orders for you."

"I was brought here to see her." She said, "I want that done first."

"It will not be done. A matter of hours ago a small group of humans and a Tameranian were attacked by the Ally. We lost three warriors in the battle with her."

"The result?"

"The Tameranian was thrown back to her own planet, by the ally's wish it seems, and the humans all captured."

"and will you free them?"

"We are in the process of locating where the humans have been hidden and we are drawing closer by the moment. But the Freeblade wishes you to seek out the Tameranian and return her here. Whatever the Ally wants for her it likely is nothing good for her or us."

"And when I return will I have an audience with the Freeblade?"

"Without dely."

"Then I'll go. Mother, I will return."

"Raven-" She left before she could hear the woman's words. If she was going to die soon she didn't want her last thoughts to be the grief she caused her mother."

She landed in what she knew was her home and fear left her only to return. Her friends were gone and could have been hurt by the ally that attacked them. Where was Robin?

She looked around her, pushing her body to a sitting position. She appeared to be in some kind of cave, one she had not explored before. But the opening was not far, perhaps twenty feet above her in the wall. The hole was small though, just enough that she would be able to squeeze through. She summoned her thoughts of the young eggs and rose off the floor only to be stopped by the sound of a rolling stone.

"Who is there?" She asked the darkness of the cavern. Energy surrounded her hands and she knew by the light it gave her that truly she was alone. But she was given a response in the form of an image that projected itself on the wall

In the image she saw a woman. Her hair was black as a raven's wing and her eyes like emeralds. She smiled as she looked down at whatever she held that was beyond the field of vision the screen allowed. A heavy hand was placed on her shoulder, a man, likely her husband. His hair was like flame and his eyes a piercing violet. His own smile was great, unmatched by any.

"A daughter," The woman said looking up at him for only a moment, "A beautiful daughter."

"I see that." He said, his voice almost a whisper as if he was in awe of the miracle that lay in his wife's arms.

"Then what will you call her?"

"I, I don't know. All this time I thought we'd have a son. But a daughter, Its never happened in my bloodline."

"Then she is exempt from the law?"

"No, she will still be the warrior. She must be."

"You would condemn your own daughter to a life of fighting and war before she can even fly?"

"It is what must be done. I have always been the warrior as my father's before me have been. Trinar, she will be strong."

"I won't support it Ander. She's your daughter!"

"I know, And I was my father's son. It is our place. I am growing old and soon, in battle, I will die. When that time comes we will need someone to step up and be the Warrior."

"Can't it wait until I bear you a son?"

"I am sorry, It must be the firstborn. You would have me shame her so early in her life?"

"No," Trinar sighed and looked back at the daughter in her arms. "She still needs a name."

Ander sighed and closed his eyes. When he opened them again he reached down and touched his daughter's face. "Galefore! Make the world know, the Young Warrior has been born and her name is Kommand'r."

For an instant the image went black and Starfire thought to leave, but as it changed again she found herself captivated by it and could not leave. A pair of children, one violet eyed, the other blue, fought almost savagely. The violet girl struck with her already developed powers, though she was still young, and the boy dodged easily with every movement, but each strike he placed seemed to have no effect on the girl.

"Kommand'r! Commar! Stop this at once!" Galefore's voice did not separate them, but his powerful arms did.

"He shames my name Galefore!" Kammand'r shouted, "He has to be punished."

"Rank alone does not determine strength. Just because you're the Young Warrior does not mean you're better than me!" The boy spit towards her.

"Kommand'r your father will hear of this. And Commar, go home. Your parents are leaving soon."

It changed again and the young Blackfire knelt before her father saying what she said to Galefore.

"The punishment is not for you to give, Kommand'r. The boy is leaving soon anyway, you'll be rid of him then."

"Why is he leaving?"

"His father was killed in battle and his mother is leaving to live with her sister and he will join her. It's likely you will never see the boy again." Kommand'r nodded and a smile stretched across her face.

The image changed again to a time much later. The sun had already set and the moon was high in the sky, though even its light was dim. Far ahead of them the dark magic of the enemy azrathians built a league ahead of them.

"You will do well." She heard Ander's voice as he put a hand on her shoulder. "Even if not, It is only your first battle. The people will understand if you fall behind."

"Our people are counting on me to be as great a Warrior and Grand Ruler as you in these dark times of war. I cannot bear to fail them." A smile touched her father's face before he took to the sky.

"THEY COME!"

The black magic hit them like a wave. Pain unlike anything she had ever felt coated the Young Warriors body. Even Starfire shuddered as pain struck as though the images projected before her were seeping into reality. But she shook her head and charged letting pure energy course through her body and through her hands. She would not fail this night.

Moments of warfare passed and Starfire watched in both fear and awe at her sister's perfection in battle. None who came her way rose to fight again, yet not a single life was taken. All around her Fighters of tameran fell all around her, many to one azrathian armed with not only magic, but a heavy looking sword.

For this girl the battle was more than a battle, it was an art form. Her gift to kill was not only seamless in its movements, but it was also graceful. She lashed out with her blade only to spin and take the life of another. While Kommander watched in disgust at the amount of lives taken she could do nothing to take away the admiration of her skill. But for the sake of her people Kommander had to put an end to this graceful assassin and she attacked. The azrathian noticed the action and turned towards her, the sword moving with her and enhanced by the black magic she had seen so many times.

"KOMMAND'R!" She heard her father shout. It was only then that she began to take into account what she had done. She was throwing herself into this girl's blade and in doing so throwing away her life. And there was no time to try to change her action. Silently she apologized to her father and planet for failing them as she prepared to meet her end.

But it did not come.

The next instant she found herself looking into the clear blue eyes of an older boy as her father took his place fighting the azrathian. "Be careful, Young Warrior," he said. I would hate for something to happen to you so soon." And then he flew off to join the battle.

The scene changed again and Blackfire was before her father with the boy who saved her by her side.

"I thought I knew what I was doing." She said,

"You thought you could handle a warrior so skilled?" He asked, "I have fought with that girl several times and never have I beaten her. The azrathians call her the Untamed and she is a monster of warfare. I thank you, Commar, for saving my daughter from the Untamed's sword that has taken the lives of too many of our kind." Commar, that was his name. Where had she heard it before?

"It was my honor. If it meant sparing her I would allow myself to take her fate as my own."

"Kommand'r I need you to be more careful. You do have yourself, your people and your family to look after."

"Has mother grown ill?" Her father certainly could care for herself.

"No, in the hatchery a new egg has been added, a brother for you."

"But you said-"

"I know what I said. A miracle has happened and you will help care for him."

"I will."

The image changed again and Kommand'r stood on the peak of the mountain of her home and watched the world. It seemed so peaceful now. More so than it ever had before.

"The war has ended and the world is at peace." She heard someone say and she turned to see Commar coming to stand behind her.

"I can only wonder what happened. The fighters send to Azrath say an entire region of the planet was engulfed in fire by Trigon's will."

"What happened is not of our concern. Can you not be at peace as the rest of us are?"

"Father says the Gordanians will attack. They believe us weak after such a long war with Azrath."

"Even if that is true, they have not attacked yet. Be at peace." He paused for a moment then took a step forward towards her, "You are very beautiful Kommand'r."

Darkness covered the cavern where Starfire sat watching as the image disappeared. She knew only that she was smiling, knew she was happy, but did not know truly why. In the next instant the images reappeared on the wall. A young child with hair like fire and her father's eyes. A second daughter they named Koryand'r. Trinar didn't want Koryand'r to lead a life like Kommand'r did. She wanted to keep her safe from war and violence. Kommand'r didn't mind, but she wanted to have a brother to fight with anyway.

"Did you see my sister?" Kommand'r asked much later when Commar came to her again.

"In truth I hardly saw the girl. To busy was I watching her sister. Any child can laugh and an angle will sit to listen. But all you need is to breath and the havens stop to observe."

"Stop it."

"What?"

"All this poetic babble of yours."

"Do you not enjoy the praise I give?"

"Enjoy it, yes, but so much?"

"I give as much as deserved."

"You hardly praise my father. He's ten times the warrior I'll ever be. He ended the war, not me."

"You doubt yourself to much, Young Warrior. You will do well in the years to come. Besides, it was Trigon who ended the war with his madness, not your father."

"But still . . . "

"hear me now, my praise for you is as true as anyone could think. If you want no more of it than how am I to tell you of your glory and strength and beauty."

"You don't need to tell me." He stepped closer and took her hand. She almost withdrew, an action out of instinct alone, but she did not.

"Oh, but I do. I absolutely need to tell you. I live to tell you."

"Believe what you want, but I do not need this."

"Again, then, tell me what you would have me do."

"Nothing."

"But I cannot do nothing." Kommand'r rolled her eyes then looked back to him.

"then what do you want to do?"

"You ask of me?"

"Whatever."

"Then be still." She looked to him, almost questioning the command with her gaze, but there was no time to question, nor would he allow anything to slow him. The hand that held hers had left to wrap around her on the small of her back. The other hand rested on her neck, his thumb stroking her cheek as he turned her face towards his. Then, before he would dare allow her to question him he leaned her back, only slightly as though they had just finished a dance, and his lips met hers.

At first she thought to fight, but the emotion quickly faded as her eyes closed and she accepted him. Something she had never known was inside her awoke and burned through her blood. Her heart beat loudly in her chest and she would do nothing to stop him. On the contrary, she would join him. Emotions of pure joy encircled the both of them and they almost felt the ground leave them as it gave them flight. So strong were the emotions that Starfire began to feel small tears growing in her eyes. She had never known Blackfire to be this way. This was what she wanted.

"Stay here." She heard her father command. By then Starfire had become used to the way the scenes changed.

"But I want to fight."

"no, I've given you an order."

"But father-"

"Commar, protect her and her sister."

"Yes Grand Ruler." He said with a bow.

"Wait, father. Is it the Gordanians?"

"Yes, they come for your sister, specifically. They want her as their prize."

"But she's so young."

"I know. But war with them will continue until she is handed over."

"Then should we to spare the lives or our people?"

"We are a strong race. We will survive. Now, promise me you will protect her."

"I promise."

Again it changed and she lay in Commar's arms. He rested his head on hers and listened as she cried. Father did not return from the battle and mother, who was as determined to protect her children, had fallen, wounded by the enemy. She lay in the hands of god and only he could decide whether she lived. Commar told her everything would be alright, but she did not believe so. Ander was dead. She would become Grand Ruler.

"Why don't I want this?" She whispered not expecting an answer. "I've waited my whole life for this and now . . . I can't do it. Someone else can be the ruler."

"But no one else can be the Warrior."

"I can't do it. I'm not as good as he was. I'll only shame the name of Warrior itself."

"You can do it Kommand'r. I've watched you do it your whole life, ready for this. This is what you are meant to be."

"I'm meant to be something else." He sighed and said nothing for a time.

"There is only one way you wouldn't be warrior."

"No, I am my father's first born. There is no other way."

"Yes, but I am older than you. If I became your father's son then I would become Warrior."

"You would do that?"

"If it meant sparing you I would allow myself to take your fate as my own." She felt him kiss the top of her head. "I made this for you, a long time ago."

He showed her a gem of blue and violet intertwined. So perfect was the stone that she could not stop herself from reaching out to touch it as if to see if it was real. It hung on a thin chain of silver, perfectly sized for her neck.

"You've been preparing for this?"

"Ever since we first kissed. Kommand'r, I love you. Tell me you love me too and make me your husband forever."

She let him wrap the chain around her neck and looked once more at its beauty. She could not force herself to believe that this had happened even if the proof was there. "I love you, Commar." She said and they kissed once more and neither were willing to separate until the image changed.

"My mother has died only two nights ago." Kommand'r said looking out the window. "Is it right that we marry tomorrow?"

"If you want it done then it will be. Say the word to wait and everything will be postponed."

"I don't want to wait. I want you now. But to have our perfect day stained with sorrow and grief is not something I want."

"The choice is yours. And I will follow whatever you decide." She felt a sigh escape her as he wrapped his strong arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. Her head tilted involuntarily to give him more room to play. Just before she decided to face him the ground shook and they were torn apart. The Gordanians had returned for her sister.

The battle that they endured was long and the moment after the first blast was fired Kommand'r went to where Koryand'r slept so peacefully. She was so young and innocent, barely able to fly. Why would their enemy want to fight a war over her?

Koryand'r woke as her sister lifted her. The explosions did not wake her, but her sister did. Kommand'r feared she would never understand her sister. She kissed the newborn's head to tell her everything was going to be alright.

What happened afterward was war. Too many died over one child and Kommand'r considered handing her over to end it. But she had her promise to her father to keep. She would be her sister's guardian. When it ended she searched for Commar. She had taken a few more injuries than normal due to the crying newborn in her arms. Her leg, in particular, would barely hold her weight.

She found him at last and could not hold back her cries. He lay on the ground, a spear through his stomach. Two healers attempted to help him, but already his face was pale and his mouth was stained with blood.

"Commar, you can't go now." She told him.

"Is she safe? Your sister?"

"Nevermind her, you have to live. We marry tomorrow."

"I know and I am deeply sorry. It was the only way I could save you. You didn't see him behind you and I couldn't stop him. This was the only way for you to live."

"I would have taken the blow anyway."

"You have more to live for than I. Take care of your sister."

"To hell with her, I want you."

"It would hurt your father to hear you say that."

"I don't care. You have to stay with me."

"I am sorry, Kommand'r. Goodby, my darling."

Darkness coated the cavern and Starfire knew only then that she had cried. She stood and looked around her, but saw what she should have too late. The heroin of the story she witnessed charged at her, driving her into the wall that had just shown her life's story.

"Now you understand why you have to die little sister." She said.

"But nothing there was my doing."

"It was. If everyone hadn't been trying to protect you our parents would still be alive. Commar would still be alive." At the very mention of his name Starfire saw tears forming at the corners of her violet eyes. "It is all your fault. We should have just given you to the gordanians before they died."

"But I did go to them. I was going to be their prize."

"That was my doing. Why they wanted you I still do not know, but it was I who planned the ambush that led to your capture. But your titan friends had to free you."

"That was you?"

"Of course it was. You will suffer little sister. You will lose everything precious to you and then I will kill you myself."

"Then that is why you stole the sentarian moon diamond."

"Naturally, but your friends ruined that too. But I almost had them fooled. They almost replaced you with me."

"Robin wouldn't allow it."

"It was because of him that my plan didn't work. I had to get rid of him and I could have done it too."

"My arranged wedding?"

"Why do you sound so surprised? You can't say that my only purpose for marrying the swamp fiend was to have the power he promised me. That was only in case Robin ruined it. Then I could kill you anyway."

"But you did not win, again."

"Oh, but I did. It was because you banished me that I made a very good friend. A demon who lost his power in a dual against his daughter. I helped restore him."

"You, sister, are the Ally?"

"I am."

"Then you betrayed our people."

"Only took away the home you loved so much. I saw you give the funeral of kings to Galefore. He didn't deserve such treatment. Besides, I saw you couldn't fly afterward. And even better, you attacked your own friends. I couldn't ask for anything better."

"I never thought you could be so heartless."

"I had a heart. You've seen it there in my past. But now it's gone. You ripped it out with you killed my family."

"You know that was not my doing."

"I know it was. I was gracious in allowing you to know why you needed to die. A gift for you to think of in the afterlife. It only makes me happy that you came to me. I could easily get to you and your friends that way. Even now I debate their fate."

"What have you done with my friends?"

"That is for me to know. Perhaps I'll let you see them. I'd enjoy the look on your face as you watch your lover die in front of you like I did. But then, he might ruin it again like my other plans so I could save his death until later."

"You will not harm Robin."

"Would that bother you? I suppose it would now wouldn't it. He thinks I'm bringing you to him. I suppose he'd want to see you one last time. But then, you'd want that too. My goal isn't really to make him suffer."

"I am sorry, sister, but truly madness has engulfed your heart."

"Endless grief dose that to a person. Now, DIE!"

There, That was long, but I couldn't do it any other way. But at least you got some answers. Hope you enjoyed. Please review, they still mean everything to me.