Well, this is it.
Despite the fact that I didn't showcase it in the previous chapter, this – Threads of Destiny – is actually the final chapter of Black Magic. I know, I didn't prepare you… I'm sorry. But after this… is Remember the Titans.
Which is longer. And crazier. And even more confusing.
As this is the last chapter, and the one in which Slade, the seer and Terra return, I am not going to thank everybody up top so that you can get onto it quicker. However, I do have these very important messages before we begin:
I want to tell you all that there is now Black Magic art available! Yesiree; Narroch06 and myself got ourselves a joint DeviantART account under the name "AvengeroftheAbyss" (three guesses why), mainly for the purpose of putting up some Small Print art that we did (which isn't up yet), but I have taken advantage of this and put up no less than six pieces of Black Magic art from the original carbon copy I wrote last year. So now you can all see Seth Elliott, Jonathon Vaughan, Marcus Vandiver, demonically-possessed Robin, Cordelia Silver, and the original chapter title page for Boulevard of Broken Dreams… You don't have to leave a comment or anything, but I would like it a whole lot if you checked them out, since I pretty much put them up for your benefit… However, please don't be expecting incredible digitally-coloured masterpieces; I am no good at that sort of thing. I am pretty proud of them, but they are simple ink-and-coloured-pencil jobs. Nothing very fancy, I'm afraid… You will also have to click on the Browse Gallery button beneath the "Recent Deviations" heading to see all six of them, plus two other pieces of artwork that are already up…
How to find them? Well… this brings me to another piece of news! My profile has been completely revamped and updated (and about time too!). Now it is not only home to THE BIGGEST COLLECTION OF TEEN TITANS QUOTES ON ANY PROFILE ON HERE (I think, anyway… there are lots…), it has also has tons of stupid stuff about me that you won't ever want to know (I'm British, but that doesn't make me interesting), and… links galore! There is a link to the DeviantART account, plus links to all three Small Print/Black Magic music videos, the Black Magic and Small Print shrines, Small Print fan art by Phoenix Skyborne and Setsuna Mudo, the Seven Deadly Sins test (in conjunction with the new co-written fic by myself and Narroch06, Seven, which is a seven-chaptered first-person account by each of seven Titans about a hidden sin they have; only Envy is up at the moment), and a link to a Google video file of the Teen Titans Robot Chicken parody (worth three minutes of your life!).
Thankyous down bottom; and there is, of course, a Remember the Titans preview chapter after this.
Threads of Destiny
"Say that again."
The seer looked at him through hooded eyes.
"You want me to tell you it all again? Every single detail?"
"No, not the whole thing…" Slade shrugged his broad shoulders in a show of impatience. "It bored me. Just the last line."
The seer sighed in an exaggerated manner.
"The Avenger still lives," she repeated flatly, folding her frail arms without the aid of her stick.
She didn't even blink as Slade slammed his clenched fists down on each of the arms of his throne-like chair in a gesture of both anger and frustration. He stared at the dark floor for a very long time, muttering something to himself.
The seer stood in front of the chair about two metres away from him, and on his left was Terra, her hands clasped together and her head bowed so that her sheet of blonde hair covered her face. Slade was ignoring her, but she was shaking, and the seer knew that the girl was afraid. She herself had not told Slade how the Avenger was still alive, and neither had Terra.
Not that the seer could blame her.
"Yes, he is still alive," the old woman pressed on, making Slade look up at her again, his single eye narrowed.
"How?" Slade spat. "Tell me how he escaped. I must know how he has eluded death again!"
"An exorcism spell," the seer told him calmly. "Strange; our powerful demonic enchantment was beaten by a weak little exorcism spell. It was immune to most other counter-spells, but not that one."
"How convenient," Slade murmured.
"For him, yes," the seer countered. "We were not quite so fortunate."
"No, we weren't."
Slade rose from his chair in one swift movement and the seer noticed that Terra stepped back slightly. The earth-mover was terrified that the seer knew of her part in Robin's redemption, and would tell Slade.
The seer had no intention of doing any such thing.
She turned back to Slade and was just about to open her mouth but the words failed her as she found him towering over her threateningly. Instead she fixed him with a bored gaze.
"Yes?"
"I'm dismissing you," Slade said bluntly.
The seer coughed slightly.
"Excuse me? Dismissing me?" She snorted in disdain. "I don't work for you."
"What I am implying is that I no longer want your help," Slade said irritably.
"Oh?" The seer seemed amused. "So, what do you intend to do after my, ah… dismissal?"
"I intend to kill Robin," Slade spat. "Something which, under your "guidance", I have not managed to do."
"Granted, our last few attempts have not been very successful-"
"Not very successful?" Slade burst out, interrupting her. "Every attempt has failed; every wretched attempt to kill a 16 year old powerless boy has failed!"
"Then obviously his sands of life have yet to run out," the seer said calmly.
"Don't give me that!" Slade snapped. "How hard can it possibly be?"
"Quite difficult, obviously," the seer murmured.
"No, it isn't," Slade went on, his tone clipped. "It's not difficult at all. I think you're just playing games with me, telling me to do something and then laughing at me when it doesn't work."
"Why would I do that?" The seer inquired mildly.
"That's what I'd like to know," Slade replied dangerously.
"It is not within your best interests to "dismiss" me, Mr Slade," the seer said softly.
"Yes it is," Slade argued. "Perhaps if go on my own intuition, I'll actually kill him. I'm not listening to any more of your stupid premonitions."
"Fine then. Fail dismally. Don't fulfil the prophecy. See if I care."
The seer abruptly turned on her heel and started to walk out, depending on her staff; the staff she had seemed not to need minutes ago.
Slade turned away in disgust; he was better off without her. He was even feeling more confident about finding the key. He had examined the Orb of Azarath thoroughly and had worked out that it had to be diamond-shaped, about an inch and a half in length and just over a centimetre in width of the widest part of the prism-like shape. Some kind of other artefact, obviously, and he had already begun the search on his archives for things that matched the description. So far he had come up empty-handed, but he was sure that it was only a matter of time before he found what he was looking for.
And he had Terra. He didn't need that seer. It wasn't like she had helped him anyway.
"Oh, I suppose you won't want to know about the pregnancy, then?" The seer called to him cheerfully from the doorway of the large chamber.
Slade froze and whipped back around to face her; even Terra looked up, an expression of bewilderment on her pretty face.
"What pregnancy?" Slade demanded.
The seer shrugged at him.
"You've "dismissed" me, Mr Slade. That means you no longer require any kind of information I can offer you. See you around, my boy…"
She turned away again, positively smirking.
But she lingered, taking her time to leave.
She was lying; what pregnancy would interest him? It wasn't like Robin could get pregnant, so it obviously didn't have anything to do with that brutal rape. She was just saying it to make him stop her, so that she could continue to control him the way she had taken to this past month.
His gaze flickered to Terra; she too seemed perplexed by the statement; she obviously didn't know any more than he did. It was a trick, it had to be.
But the way she was smiling at him, that all-knowing smirk… and he had to admit, while her plans to eliminate the Avenger had all failed, she had been right about everything else.
"Alright," he said defeatedly. "Tell me…"
"And you'll do as I tell you?"
"Yes."
"Without question?"
"Yes."
He hated saying it, but he said it anyway. Whatever she knew, it was vital she told him.
"Good boy."
The seer came back to him, making a show of hobbling along on her staff.
"It would seem that we have a bit more of a problem on our hands," the seer explained as she reached him, looking up at him but not in admiration. "He's gotten the girl pregnant."
"Which girl?" Slade asked carefully. "The alien? Or…?"
He looked at Terra, trailing off.
"No, no," the seer told him hastily, making him look at her again. "Neither."
"Then which one?"
"The one which is potentially the most dangerous. The one linked to the Orb of Azarath."
Slade's single grey eye widened.
"Not… her…"
The seer nodded gravely.
"Yes, her, I'm afraid. The daughter of the demon Trigon."
"So this "Trigon" is about to become a grandfather," Slade mused bitterly.
"Yes." The seer pressed her withered hands together. "The Avenger now has a destined heir in the witch's womb."
Slade blinked.
"You… think that even if he died, the prophecy might still not be fulfilled, because of his unborn child? Would it then become the Avenger in his place?"
"There is no way of telling."
"But you're a seer," Slade pointed out scathingly.
"Whatever you may believe, Mr Slade, I do not know everything."
"So… he knocked the witch up, did he?" Slade snorted with laughter. "Funny, he really doesn't seem like the type…"
"Well, he did, and it was conceived about two days ago. There's still a long time until it is born."
"Mm. Nine months." He smirked beneath his mask. "Trust me, it's not even going to reach its first term."
"No?"
The seer's tone made him look at her.
"What do you mean, no?" He demanded acidly. "What do you suggest I do? Let them all live as one happy little family?"
The seer snorted.
"Certainly not. I think you should review your options thoroughly, however. You never know; the baby might be of some use to you."
"What use could a baby be to me?"
"It's going to be powerful, that much I can tell you. And think about it; Robin will not be your apprentice; he is already too old to be impressioned upon, and so will therefore never join your cause. But, imagine his child… so like him, but with powers, and you keep it from birth, and you bring it up and train it to be a killer, teach it by your way… think what you could achieve with it then, Mr Slade. Surely killing the child will be a waste?"
Slade looked at her for a very long time.
It was an idea, and what an idea…
Yes, he could see it; the child of Robin and Raven, a mix of the two most potentially dangerous Titans, the scheming clever one, the one with dark powers barely unleashed… Robin's son – or daughter; it didn't really matter – working for him, for his cause…
It was perfect.
With a few glitches.
And he wasted no time in informing her so.
"Glitches, Mr Slade?" The seer sounded genuinely surprised. "Such as?"
Slade folded his arms, seeing that, for perhaps the first time since he had met the old woman, he had her raptured attention.
"Well, for one thing, taking the child from birth would imply that I would have to look after it," he pointed out scathingly. "And looking after a baby is something that I have absolutely no interest in."
"You have your apprentice."
Slade glanced at Terra, noticing the look of alarm on her face at the prospect of become full-time babysitter to Robin's brat.
"I need my apprentice," he said flatly. "I'm teaching her; that's why she's my apprentice. She's not becoming some kind of nanny to a wretched baby. She's my weapon, my asset…"
"The child could be a greater asset to your cause, Mr Slade. It will inherit its mother's powers, and I can assure you that while your apprentice harbours great power, there is no power in this dimension nor any other that can match that of the one you call Raven."
Slade snorted.
"Perhaps," he said offishly. "But how long would it take for this baby to become an asset? Babies don't walk until they're at least a year old, and even then they aren't exactly walking properly. Training couldn't commence until, at the very least, it's fifth year, and even then, with the most intense training regime every day of it's life, it would take years for it to grow into an unbeatable fighter, and perhaps longer for it to master the powers it would inherit from its mother. And at 10 years old it wouldn't be strong enough to take down an adult, no matter how skilled it was. It would have to be… well, the age of the Titans before it could qualify as a real asset, and the Teen Titans aren't called the Teen Titans for nothing. That's about… well, close to 16 years. I don't know about you, but that seems like a waste of 16 years to me, when instead I could be conquering dimensions with the power I would have unleashed from the Orb of Azarath."
The seer held his gaze for an exceedingly long time.
"I think you are overlooking the basic idea here," she said eventually. "This child will become your greatest weapon."
"And you know that how?" Slade barbed.
"I'm a seer."
"You're a seer, but a moment ago you didn't know if the child would replace Robin as the Avenger?"
Slade's expression beneath his mask was disbelieving, but the seer seemed to be able to read it even through the metal that hid his face so well.
"As I have said, I do not know everything, Mr Slade."
"No, you don't, do you? You only seem to know the things… that you want to. The things that you want to tell me. And the things which you don't want to tell me… are, quite conveniently, beyond your abilities as a seer to find out."
The seer raised her grey eyebrows.
"What are you implying, Mr Slade?"
Slade smirked beneath his mask.
"You know perfectly well what I am implying."
"Indulge me."
Slade's smirk only deepened at her sceptical tone.
"Very well… It would appear to me that you are having a little… let's call it "fun", shall we… on my behalf."
One of the old woman's eyebrows shot up into an arch.
"Do go on," she said, a dangerous edge to her voice.
"Well, the boy's "virginity"." Slade looked briefly at Terra as he said it. "And you told me – no, tricked me – and led me to believe that I had to…"
He trailed off; he still couldn't say it out loud. The seer smirked now, purely at his discomfort.
"Still having trouble acknowledging what you've done, boy?" She sneered. "You're pathetic…"
"I'm no more pathetic than you are," Slade spat. "You constantly lie to me, tell me to do things that I don't need to, and you know, it would not surprise me in the slightest if you've been intending for all of the death attempts on the boy to fail. In fact, maybe you aren't a seer at all; maybe you're just doing all this as a joke, trying to sabotage my attempts to fulfil the orb's power… In fact…" He paused, the realisation dawning upon him. "Maybe there is no prophecy, and this orb holds no power at all!"
"The seer snorted in disdain.
"Don't be ridiculous, boy!" She snapped. "Of course I'm a seer, of course there's a prophecy, and of course that orb holds power. If all of it was a lie, or a "joke"… well, think about it, dear boy; why the hell would I bother wasting my time? What would I gain from showing up here and wasting hours at a time sending you on wild goose chases? I can think of much better things to do with my time, you know; seers can earn a fortune if they go private."
Her green eyes flashed.
"But instead I am here, listening to you disregarding my gifts, unappreciative of all the help I have given you. You wouldn't even know about that prophecy if I hadn't shown up that night at the museum and told you about it, and now you have the nerve to stand before me as though you already hold the orb's power within your wretched hand and tell me that I am not even a real seer. Worse, you even go so far as to disdain the orb itself! I am starting to think that you are not worthy of the orb's power…"
Slade snorted.
"Why are you lecturing me, witch? I'm one of the Chosen Few, am I not? Shouldn't that be reason enough for you to serve me?"
The seer threw her stick aside in rage.
"I do not serve you, you filthy mortal!" She screeched.
She snapped one hand in his direction and a blue blade of pure energy merged from the very air itself and arced towards him. Slade threw up his arms in a basic defensive block, but the blade still smacked right into him, sending him sprawling. He rolled with the blow, scraping to a halt some ten feet away from where he had originally been standing.
"Terra," he said coldly, the order unspoken as he rose painfully to his feet. Terra looked at him, than at the seer, and then back again, dithering. She quite liked the seer, but-
"Don't stand there, girl!" Slade snapped. "Attack her!"
Terra stepped in front of him, still unsure of whether to obey him or not.
"Do not worry, my dear," the seer said quietly, putting up her hand to show that she was not going to attack again. "There is no need for you to defend your wretched master…"
She retrieved her stick and leaned upon it again, even though by this point it was sort of obvious that she didn't really need it.
"Let that be a lesson to you, boy," she said coldly, addressing Slade. "Do not disrespect me ever again, or you'll get worse."
Slade snorted, but made a mental note not to voice his opinions in her presence ever again.
"It would seem that the threads of destiny are becoming undone," the seer mused softly.
Slade exchanged looks with Terra.
"Excuse me?"
The seer looked up at them both, her rage seemingly gone.
"I had not foreseen this," she explained. "I had no idea that a child would be added into this already-complicated equation."
"So… this resulting pregnancy… was not originally part of the space/time continuum," Slade said uneasily.
The seer gazed at him fixedly.
"No," she replied eventually. "It would not appear to be. This baby… was never supposed to exist."
Again, Slade exchanged a look with his blonde apprentice.
"And yet it does?"
The seer simply nodded, her lips pursed.
"I can not say how this has happened. Perhaps there has been a slight glitch in the layers of space and time, and so that in this reality, the Azarathian has conceived the Avenger's child. But in a future time…"
"It might not have happened," Slade finished, catching on.
"Right." The seer nodded again in confirmation. "Perhaps there has been a mix-up in an alternate reality; I am unable to say…"
"This isn't going to cause a collapse in reality, is it?" Slade asked cautiously. "Rips in the fabric of reality have happened before…"
"Yes," the seer agreed flatly, "and most of them have been caused by an alternate dimension version of the Avenger himself, the interdimensional… well, I don't exactly know what he is…"
"Who are you talking about?" Slade queried idly, not really interested in whatever she was babbling about.
"A certain NosyargKcid, or better known to the Teen Titans themselves as "Larry". He had caused so many fractures to the space/time continuum I am surprised it is not in a permanent plaster-cast."
"I see." Slade didn't see at all; nor did he care.
"Well…" The seer shrugged carelessly. "I wouldn't imagine this will cause too much damage, but just to be on the safe side, do not, under any circumstances, kill that baby, nor its mother – while she still carries it, of course. Dispose of her afterwards, if you wish."
"And Robin?"
"The father?" The seer smirked. "Kill him the next chance you get. Do not dither, for every day that boy grows stronger, becomes smarter. Although you are more than capable of defeating him now, there will come a time where you will not be able to lay a finger on him. The one known as the "Boy Wonder" will one day blossom into something as powerful and efficient as the one who taught him, maybe more so. Robin may not be able to defeat you, Mr Slade, but let me tell you… Nightwing will."
"Nightwing?" Slade repeated. "Robin will…?"
The seer snorted as he trailed off.
"He can't stay dressed up as a pretty little songbird forever. Robin's reckoning will come, Mr Slade… providing that the boy is still alive by then. Which, if you want the orb's power, he won't be."
Slade nodded.
"So, your advice is… spare the child – and the mother, until the child is safely out of her womb – but kill Robin as quickly as possible?"
"That's not my advice, Mr Slade," the seer corrected softly. "It's my order, and if you want to fulfil that prophecy correctly, you will do as I tell you."
Slade raised his eyebrows beneath his mask but refrained from commenting; he was still smarting from his last encounter with her.
"Killing the baby may indeed cause severe harm to the fabric of reality," the seer went on. "It's too risky a gamble. Instead, focus on bringing about the death of the Avenger. I will not aid you this time, if you believe that you will be able to kill him successfully by your own ends. However, Mr Slade, I must press that this time, you do not fail. This is really becoming a rather tiresome exercise, wouldn't you agree?"
Slade was about to fire back that every single one the failed attempts – bar the one involving the Joker – had been her idea. But he thought better of it, and simply nodded.
"Excellent, my boy." The seer nodded curtly to him, and then to Terra; then she turned and left the room, her limp gone once again.
"It would seem that we have a little re-writing of history to do, Terra."
Terra looked up in surprise.
"Sorry?"
Slade snorted.
"If I've learned anything from my encounters with that seer, Terra, it's not to trust her. Whenever I follow one of her "orders" I always end up worse for wear, and absolutely no closer to unlocking the orb's power. I made a mistake by voicing it, but I'm sure she's doing at least some of this for her own amusement. She knew that boy wasn't a virgin, but she lied to me and told me he was."
He wasn't really addressing Terra any longer but the blonde earth-mover was nodding in understanding anyway. She could believe what he was saying; she herself quite liked the seer, moreover because the old woman treated her, Terra, like another human being, whereas Slade only treated her as, well… his apprentice. He respected her power, but not her as a person. Sometimes she was sure he saw her as little more than the dirt she shifted. But all that aside, she had to admit that Slade was right; the seer wasn't trustworthy.
"You've noticed that one minute she has a bad limp, but when she sees fit she does not need that wretched stick at all!" Slade went on, seething. "And she changed her story about that wretched baby. I don't know why, Terra, but she doesn't want that baby killed. Maybe it's because she's a woman, or maybe she has plans for it, but… she was going to any means possible to stop me from even thinking about killing it! First it could be an asset, and then by killing it we could upset the whole balance of reality! So which is it?"
Terra shook her head mutely, implying "I don't know, why are you asking me?".
"I'll tell you which it is!" Slade ranted. "It's neither! True, either of them could be possible; maybe the baby will be of use to me, maybe we will destroy reality as we know it, but the real reason is yet another thing she won't tell me!"
Slade whipped around to face his apprentice.
"What is she up to?" He asked in frustration, the question rhetorical.
Terra shrugged, mildly surprised; she had never seen Slade so worked up before.
"Well, we're going to upset her little balance," Slade went on. "We're going to kill them, every last one of them. I want the five Titans dead, including the Avenger, including the pregnant Azarathian, and I want the baby dead, too. That makes six lives to claim, Terra, and I won't rest until I stand before their lifeless bodies, making sure they are absolutely 100 dead."
He gazed fixedly at his apprentice, his one grey eye locked with her two large blue ones.
"That's your assignment, Terra," he hissed. "Smash them until there's nothing left of them but bloody pulp, bury them in a mudslide, collapse a whole blasted mountain on them if you have to, but kill them! The alien, the robot, the shape-shifter, the telekinetic, the Boy-freaking-Wonder and his damned unborn child… I want them dead, Terra!"
Slade took a deep, gasping breath, calming his hysterical tone.
"And then," he said, his voice almost gentle, "there'll be no more Teen Titans, and there'll be no Justice League, and there'll be no more Robin… there'll be no-one to stop me, Terra; no-one. And then I'll find the key, and I'll unlock the Orb of Azarath, and I'll be all-powerful… and everything will be as it should be."
Terra merely bit her lip and said nothing.
"And the first thing I'm going to do, when I get my new powers…" Slade went on, his voice barely audible now, "… is kill that seer…"
Terra merely stood there, letting his bloodthirsty promises wash over her. Only one thought was going through her head; kill the shape-shifter, kill the shape-shifter, kill the shape-shifter…
Beast Boy…
"Robin's reckoning, hmm?"
Slade snorted with laughter at the phrase, and Terra looked up.
"Sorry?"
"She – the seer – said that Robin's transformation into… what was it? Darkwing? No, Nightwing… That the boy's transformation into Nightwing would be his reckoning…"
"And?"
Slade started to wander away even as he spoke.
"It shall be a reckoning, Terra, and it shall be coming much sooner than they – or that seer – think," he went on, his smirk pronounced behind his mask. "But not just for Robin; for all of them, and it draws ever nigh…"
He turned to face her, still smiling.
"Oh, and what a reckoning it shall be…"
TO BE CONCLUDED…
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Uh-huh, that's it until Remember the Titans…
Larry – No, despite the mention of everybody's (coughcough) favourite mayhem-causing interdimensional… thing, Mr Larry will not be appearing, and I'm sorry if I led you to believe he would. I like him, but he really has no place in this kind of story-arc…
Now, to thank all the reviewers, and then you may proceed to the preview chapter…
Azar the Kinslayer (glad I've found another person in the war against the whole "Out-of-character-Teen-Titans-pregnancy-fics… and yeah, you gotta love the drama…); Quinn and His Quill (thankyou for the, um… accurate Small Print commentary… However, you did get one thing wrong, dope; they aren't pyjamas!); Raven of the Night676 (the seer? In league with Seth? Well, as this is the last chapter, you won't have to wait long for the answer! Glad you enjoyed Asylum too!); Me (okay, I booked to Botox… heh-heh… I haven't really thought about the other Titans having a star sign. Robin just seems like an Aries to me. Speedy I guess I associate with Sagittarius (which is mine, actually), but that's because of the whole arching thing…); Rocky-White Wolf of Curses (hope the shrine is going well! There are now links in my new profile… Oh, and there won't be "more ASAP" for a while now…); Peace215 (I can see that you are definitely pro-RobinxRaven's kid… some people aren't so enthusiastic, including Robin himself… But yeah, they are pretty much up Shit Creek at the moment… what will they do, is the question?); Super Chaos (give you more hints? Right now? Nope. Heh-heh… But just hang on a little while until Remember the Titans, and you'll get the whole story… A mini Robin with telekinesis would be cool, though…); Xrockinrobin (I read that somewhere about his birthday too, I think it was Robin: Year One…Seth is way confusing, but Remember the Titans will – eventually – explain what he is up to…); Simmie (well, I am on 196 reviews, so I think I should definitely hit 400… unless no-one reviews out of spite… BTW, you are actually making a lot of correct guesses in you reviews, but I'm not going to say which ones…); Narroch06 (you have me figured out, huh? I'll just bet you do… You and your archetypes… And you think Seth is working for the seer, huh? Maybe, maybe… And quit with that crazy evil laughter you lil' weirdo!); YamiTai (name for the kid? Not telling… Raven comes up with a few of her own, though, in RTT…); Coolteenzz (if you are in History, shouldn't you be doing History? I hope you enjoyed the additional two chapters, and there is a link to your MVs in my new profile, okay? Thanks for the Child of the Hunt one, although I haven't seen it yet. When are you going to put in on YouTube?); Poison's Ivy (okay, I finally checked out that fic. It was pretty good; thanks for the recommendation! Sure you can call me a friend; and nope, you keep quiet, okay? Uh, yeah, that's precisely what Seth did, and I got the idea for the pregnancy test (what it looks like) from a British fantasy programme (like a British version of Buffy) called Hex. As for me… you can find out lots about me on my new profile, but in case you can't be bothered to look (I admit there is a lot on there), I am female, and I'm 17, although I was 16 when I wrote this fic. And will Seth lose his powers if the Avenger dies? Good question… that I'm not answering! Mwa ha ha!).
Okaaay… there is one last chapter, with info on Remember the Titans, and an extract from the very thick of it. It won't answer any questions, you know…
- RobinRocks xXx
P.S: Check out that damn art!