Disclaimer: I don't own TT but I do own Razor and Mark McKlan, Darien Therous and Kyre Strongheart.

Outside the Titan's Tower, snow begun to fall as a cold wind howled through the day. Birds sang their songs of winter, brown leaves danced in the breeze, and a sadden heart sat on the edge of the lake. This sadden heart was none other then Mark McKlan, elder brother of Razor McKlan. He no longer had on his armor, but, wore the fancy clothes he had underneath. A silver tunic made out of the finest silk, silver dyed pants to match with a pair boots made out of a very rich leather with a long plate running up the sleeve. His multi-gem encrusted white belt laid at his side with both scabbards attached to it. The swords that belonged in the scabbard were in the ground forming an X. The jaded colored silk scarf blew violently in the wind as he stared at the lake, mind lost in thought, yelling at himself about his failure.

Kyre stood by the window in the living room and looked down at his former master, the one who he had owed one time but now had paid that debt in full by aiding the younger of the two McKlans. "Poor sap. He needs to learn that it wasn't his fault." "But he feels really bad about hurting his brother." Starfire argued with Kyre. "He was under a spell. He needs to learn that it was Odin's fault that he hurt his brother. Not his." "He blames himself because he believes that he should have been strong enough to break the spell on his own and prevented everything from happening. He needs us to support him until he clears his head, not ridicule how long he's been feeling guilty. If I were under a spell and forced to hurt the ones I love, I'd probably be down there where he is right now." Before Kyre could respond to that comment, Starfire got up and bolted out of the room.

"So how's Razor doing?" Kyre asked Darien. The Light Knight leaned back against the wall as he folded his arms across his chest, "Razor's alright I guess. Cyborg is repairing his arm as we speak, but, he's a bit pissed right now. Mostly because we won't be able to do a thing for a while. The armors are wrecked so they'll be out of commission for a week and our bodies will take about a month just to heal themselves. So that means we won't be going after Odin until then. And just to make matters worse, turns out we have no idea where Odin is.

Nightwing went back to the building with the police but they found nothing except a bunch of bodies. Even the top floor was cleared." "Not surprising. Besides, if Odin was there, you two wouldn't have reached Mark with barely a scratch. He'd have his demons guarding the place." The half-breed unfolded his arms and yawned.

"I might as well get my armor repaired as well. It's not as bad as yours but it does have its gashes." Kyre stated with a sigh. "The armors won't be that bad. It's the circuitry with all that equipment that's a pain in the ass." Darien smirked. The two laughed a bit at the comment. "So, when do we talk about this plan of yours?" The old knight asked. "When we're ready to go through with it. Right now, I just want to get our minds off the present situation and just recuperate." "Can't you cast any healing spells?" "I know very few healing spells and they're all pretty low classed." "Class and element?" "One and holy." "Ouch, so one of those spells of yours wouldn't happen to be Minor Cure…would it?" The young half-breed shook his head no.

Nightwing spoke up a question that all of the other Titans were wanting to ask, "Does one of those spells fix bones?" "Depends. What's the injury?" "Eh, more like the back." "Spinal injury? Yeah sure. It even fixes the cord and restores the spinal fluid." "As in it cures paralysis?!" It took great willpower to keep himself from leaping up in joy, "Mind casting that spell on a friend of mine?" "I guess not." Beast Boy quit drinking from his coke, "Dude, how is it that you can use that mana thingy? I thought humans can't use it." "Magic? I'm half skylian, half human, or half evolved human if you got technical. Because of my skylian side, I have enough mana inside my body to cast low class spells."

Starfire stepped into the cold weather and approached her one time enemy, "Mark?" She asked in a shaky voice. "What do you want?" The former dark knight asked as he stared at his dark blue crystal ring on his leather gloves. "I was wondering if you're alright." "I'm fine." He stated to hide the fact, but she knew it was a lie. "I know you're lying. The way you've been acting ever since you've arrived here, it's depressing. But, I do understand why you're depressed." "You have no idea." "Odin stole your powers of the dark knights and switched it with the power of the shadows to turn you into his ideal warrior. Then he cast a spell on you and forced you to kill many people and harm your brother and his friend on more than one occasion. The pain you're feeling through this must be unbearable, but, understand one thing. Your brother loves you and still sees you as the older brother he had as a child. He doesn't hate you."

Tears started to fall from Mark's face, "I know. It's just that, how could I have been so weak to allow myself be put under a spell? I should have been able to fight it. I'm a knight! I should've been able to overcome any spell of the sort. But, I was weak. Too weak to make a difference. Too weak to protect my brother. Too weak to even breath my ancestor's name in the same sentence as my own ." "You are not weak. And you shouldn't be so harsh on yourself. You're very strong. Breaking the spell to save your brother is proof of that. If you were weak, would your brother believe in you so much? Would he had went through the trouble in trying to get through to you when it would have been easier to just slay you? You need to quit mopping around and look ahead toward the future. Yes, you murdered countless and was put under a spell, but that was Odin's fault. And he'll pay for his devious actions. But it was never your fault! You were young, to young to even fight back, you had no choice. But now you do have a choice; do you make up for your past failure and prove that you are indeed strong by protecting your brother? Or are you indeed weak and continue to pout?" Mark smiled as he stood up and picked up his belt and threw it around his waist.

"Funny. I've never looked at it like that. But you are correct. I do have a brother to look after, even if he is capable of defeating Odin, he's still my responsibility." "Here, let me make you some hot cocoa, and then, we can visit your brother. Cy should be getting done with his arm within the hour." He grabbed his swords and sheathed them into their scabbards and followed the Tamaranian princess inside. Before stepping through the front doors, he took one last look at the lake, "Father, mother, this time, things will be different. Even though you're no longer among the living, I'll make sure the family bond is never severed again." With that, he disappeared inside.

"I'm telling you. I know what I'm doing, all I hafta do is cross these wires and it'll work." "That won't work. It's my hand, I think I should know how the hell it works since I have to use it!" Razor glared at Cyborg. "Look man, you stick with the software and I'll stick with the hardware. This stuff is basic compared to my hand." The metal man boasted. The dark knight sighed as he brought his eyes to his cybernetic hand that laid on the table, "Cy, seriously, I wouldn't cross those wires if I were you." The teenage superhero didn't listen, he crossed the two wires and Razor's gun popped out of the forearm and started to fire rounds. Immediately Cyborg pulled the two wires out. "Eh, oops."

"Idiot. I told you that it's only the transmitter in my cuff lock and the hand's cyber skeleton that's broken. Other than that, it's practically fixed. I just need to weld shut a couple of gashes in the frame." "Why didn't you say so in the first place?!" "I did." "Humph, you work on the transmitter and I'll work on the skeleton, deal compadre?" "Whatever." With that, Razor rolled up his sleeve to reveal the cuff lock attached to the nub and started to open it with a screwdriver.

Mark sighed as he sat on a barstool and drank his hot cocoa, "Tell me. Why are you helping Razor even though you're both so different?" "Well, it's because he's my friend. A rude friend at times, but still a friend." This caused him to laugh. "I don't see what's so funny about him being my friend." "Oh nothing, it's just amazing on how much this planet doesn't care about one's race." "We're different on Earth." "I noticed." He took another sip as Blackfire stepped in.

"Hmm, sister. Finally you're up. Care to join in a cup of cocoa?" "I'll pass." "Um, sister. I've been wondering. Why are you here on Earth?" "Starship got blown away, ended up having to crash land here and escape from those who blew it up." "That is awful. Who'd do such a thing like that?!" "Who knows. I was just passing by your planet when several missiles hit the ship. I don't even know where they came from. Anywho, where's that Nightwing friend of yours." "You're not touching Nightwing!" "Come on sis, let's be reasonable." Mark shook his head, "This is stupid. Fighting over the same man." "He's hot!" The two sisters shot him a glare and snapped at the same time.

Beast Boy knocked on Raven's door, moments later it opened, "Hey Rae." "What is it?" "Nothin really, it's just that I've been wondering why you've been in your room ever since we got back…" He noticed that her cheeks were wet, was she crying? Raven crying? No, it couldn't be. She'd be the last person he'd ever expect to see crying. "Rae? What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Come on. I know something is wrong." "I…think you better come inside." He was confused but slowly he obliged to her request and stepped inside her room. There he saw Darien and Nightwing, both had a look on their face that you'd only expect to see from a cop walking to a parent's house to tell them the terrible news about their child.

"Guys," He kept glancing at the two and then at Raven, "What's going on." "Darien just told us the plan. He doesn't want to share it with the others right now because it'll only cause them conflict." "So? What's so bad about your plan? It's not like you're going to sacrifice someone, are you?" Darien slowly shook his head, "No, we're not going to sacrifice someone." "Then what's with the secrecy. And why are you only telling Nightwing and Raven?" Darien looked at the dark psychic who just nodded her head to give him the OK, "I had to tell Nightwing so he'll know what to expect and decide if it's a good plan. We both agree it's the only way to protect this planet." "And you told Rae why?" "She's part of the plan." "Aren't we all?" "Yes, but, she needs to prepare herself for the plan." "What's so big about your secret plan?"

Thirty minutes had gone by as Darien slowly explained the plan. "WHAAAAAAAAAT!" Beast Boy yelled out in disbelief. "It's…the only way. I'm sorry." Darien apologized. "You can't be serious!" "Sorry, but I wish I wasn't." "Poor Raven." Beast Boy whispered to himself as he looked in her direction, she was sitting on her bed and staring at the floor. 'This isn't right. No, I won't let it happen. She's practically become human ever since he's come. I must find a way to stop it…I have to!' Beast Boy screamed in his mind. "How can you think up of something like that?!" "Sorry B.B., but if we don't, we'll lose and the Earth will become a real life hell."

Nightwing sighed. "Dick! Come on! Please. You seriously can't agree with that guy! It's not right!" "I have too." Nightwing approached the door with slow steps, "Please don't repeat what you heard to day. Please, no one needs to know just yet. Especially him. But, when the time comes, it's his choice whether or not we go through with it." "And if he doesn't go through with it?" "We'll become another Justice League and the rest I'm probably sure you can figure out on your own." Before the green titan could say another word, Nightwing disappeared through the doors.