Thank you all for the support :) I now think I can finish this... Sorry about the great change in the last chapter but I had to move things along :)

Violets

~Several dark tribesmen surrounded us- some with bows and arrows, some with machine guns, and some with spears. Panic built little by little in my body until my black energy covered a rock and exploded. Gar cut me an angry glance as he was trying to appeal to the primitive people, but they were astounded to my surprise.

~One of the largest, most intimidating men approached me with machine gun in hand, and a wave of cold nausea flooded me. He edged towards me until he was only three feet away and sweat was beading on his upper lip; then, he spoke, laughed menacingly, and Gar lunged at him in the form of a green tiger. Gar attempted to get one swipe in, but I shielded the man and pulled Gar back with a thick band of unbreakable energy while the others were standing there flabbergasted.

~"Guys! A little help would be nice!" I growled angrily.

~They began to move but all weapons held by the other men raised in an instant, and Cy grumbled, "We would if we could without getting shot, Rae."

~I gave a little roar of frustration before Gar morphed back into his human form and exclaimed, "It's a test, Rae! They're testing you!"

~"Huh?" My focus was broken by a small cry escaping from Gar before his body went limp and no longer resisted my hold.

~My eyes flew wide open and the blood in my veins tuned to ice as I saw a small dart protruding from his neck. Sweat formed on his face as it flushed a moment, and Anger released her wrath for hurting the shapeshifter as I involuntarily shouted, "Azarath, Metrion, ZINTHOS!"

~A wave of black, sticky energy built in my chest and burst forth, enveloping everything in a atramentous cover and destroying every little thing that was not a human, and the humans were knocked flat on their backs and paralyzed them for the time being. I trapped us all in an orb of raw, poisonous, demonic energy and twisted the boundries of reality in doing so. I used the space itself to hold them down by a visible curtain of pure, unadulterated energy; the darker side of my blast left its mark by temporary paralysis.

~The sudden outburst left me seeing double of everyone and twisted the now blackened ground and sky obstructed by my veil. The darkness lightened a little bit and gradually faded as I stood in the center of a fifty foot patch of charred plants and glanced around at my comrades and tranquilized friend in a slight mental fog. I knelt down to tend to the dart still sticking out of his neck, yanked out the projectile from his side, and placed my small hand on his warm neck while chanting my mantra to heal the wound. A think clear liquid with a yellow tent flowed from the closing wound and flowed over my fingers. I instantly knew the liquid was poison from an animal of some sort... most likely a poison dart frog...

~Anger threatened to well up in me again, but I supressed the urge to kill the one responsible for this act as I gripped the dart until it snapped and the rest of the viscous liquid flowed the slintered wood in my palm. My focus was broken by a stifled groan from Star as she lifted herself off the forest floor.

~"Friend Raven... You do the 'packing the punch' quite well when you are angry..." She rubbed her head and smoothed her vibrant red hair down.

~I blushed slightly and apologized again and again as each member of the team rose from the dirt... except Gar who remained unconscious... I knelt down again and put my forefinger and middle finger on his neck to feel his pulse, and it was as strong as ever, but Cy came over to scan him with his arm.

~"Woah! That's weird!" His mouth fell open; I rushed up and strained to see the scanner but failed yet again.

~"What is it?" asked Star and me at the same time.

~"He's perfectly fine... I expected the poison to be all over his body but... I guess you did a good job, Rae!" He clapped me on the back with a huge grin, but the moment was ruined by the rising tribesmen. We all prepared for an attack this time, but they dropped their weapons and greeted us with wide arms and great grins.

~"Salamu!" announced the largest in the group, and Cy whipped out a translator. "Una kupita kipimo! Gar alikuwa sahihi katika anatuambia ya nguvu ya msichana Violet. Alikuwa na haki katika kuchagua mate vile apendavyo. Tunafurahi alichagua mamlaka ya juu zaidi ya umaskini. "

~We all cast confused looks between the dark man and Cyborg, and Cy finally translated hesitantly, "He says, 'Greetings! You have passed the test! Gar was correct in telling us of the strength of the violet girl. He was right in choosing such a fitting mate. We are glad he chose higher authority over poverty.'"

~Our mouths fell open simultaneously.

~"So wait..." began Rob. "They think Raven is royalty... and that she's Gar's mate..."

~Cy nodded in affirmation, and the man spoke again. "We speak English little..." He held up his hands and put them close together in an illustration. "But Gar teach some... He take Violet girl, and he royalty now."

~My mouth fell open even wider. "Why do you think I'm royalty?"

~The man's eyes sparkled. "Daughter of Trigon, this where you belong..."

~A collective gasp was drawn, and I stood from my crouched position by Gar. Pointing in the man's face I retorted, "I am not anymore. He is dead, and I shall not be linked to him. Understood?"

~The man's smile fell some but he spoke in a friendly tone, "As you wish, Msichana Huyo Pepo..."

~"Cy, what does that mean?" I snapped furiously.

~He looked at his arm and paled. "You don't want to know..."

~"I do to damnit!"

~"He called you Demon Girl."

~I growled and a cold black veil covered my hand as I readied myself to kill the weak little man. Just before a bolt of black energy was unleashed, a grey gloved hand held me back and a very familiar voice whispered, "You don't want to kill him... He just has no manners..."

~"The hell I don't want to kick his ass! Let me have him and teach him some manners!"

~The sweaty man laughed and Gar just kept cooing words of encouragement until my rage subsided. He gave a small sigh of relief and said, "I thought your heart was going to explode... It was loud. It creeped me out a little." He giggled a little.

~I smiled somewhat and said, "Well, at least I have one, right?"

~He nodded, let me go and ruffled my hair with a smile. The others just stared in shock at my tolerance of him touching me.

~"Well... Take us back to the tribe, Demissie. We can't stay here all day..."

~The large, bald man nodded, turned to his men, and gallivanted off into the vast jungle hooting and hollering.

~"This day keeps getting stranger and stranger..." I whispered under my breath.

~Gar gave another soft laugh beofre pulling me along into the greenery and greatess therein.


~I willingly floated very close to Gar as vines and branched hindered the other three, and we were far ahead.

~"I really am sorry about Demissie... He didn't know a good woman standing right in front of him..."

~His sudden words made me jump. "Are there a lot of women in the village?"

~Gar rolled his eyes. "No, unfortunately... The men have to kill eachother for a woman around here... It's pathetic that the men are chosen to have a girl as soon as she's born... I was the exception because I was white... Now look at me..." He looked down in disgust. "I'm green..."

~"I think it's a good color on you..." I said halfway to myself as we continued to walk and throw occasional glances at the others.

~He looked at me with a face filled with disbelief. "Even though you've seen me as what I'd look like as a human?"

~I shurgged and pulled my hood closer around my face. "Either way... You're Garfield Mark Logan..."

~He smiled shyly and began to say something only to be rudely interrupted by more yells and cheers. A dark woman clad in animal skins, beads, and bones greeted Gar with a massive hug and another cheer as we entered the grass hut village.

~She walked into the city, pulling us by our arms, and spoke so rapidly even Gar looked confused.

~"Garfield... You have come back to us..." She said with a smile and almost perfect English with a heavy accent. "You do remember me... correct?"

~"Dianachew..." He smiled. "How could I forget your wisdom that has brought the village so far...?"

~"Ah, you make an old girl blush." Her skin reddened. "You are the one who brought us English and the English ways," She paused and eyed me over. "You have brought good luck to this place..." She touched my hair and brought out a small knife. With a quick thwip, she cut a small piece of hair from my head and stowed it in a pouch. "Come... The violets are not in bloom, but we shall have a celebration anyways... You will be our violet."

~I didn't know whether or not to be flattered by the statement or not, but Dianachew's joy was confusing and nearly menacing. This time, I was afraid.