Disclaimer: The original Teen Titans do not belong to me. Aira I made up and is for my use only.
AIRA
Three months ago, I was cast out from my own home in Middletown, Kansas. Declared a witch by my own family, I left. But it wasn't me. I swear that it wasn't.
I've been cursed, I think. Whenever I get mad, something happens. Something bad. There's a gale or a tornado, a storm maybe. Clouds begin to move very fast, blocking out the sun. But I'm not a witch. I don't practice anything. I promise. You believe me, don't you? I swear it's true.
My name is Aira. My hair is a light brown, wavy. My eyes are a clear blue, my lashes normal. I am 13 years old. There is nothing unusual about me, nothing. I resemble my family greatly, so I wasn't switched at birth.
Three months ago, I began walking. I tried to stay in a few places, but everywhere I went something bad happened, something with wind. So I left each place. The curse follows me wherever I go.
This morning, I arrived in a city. I have no idea where I am anymore. Just a city to me, one I'll leave soon. I think it may be San Francisco or something, though. It doesn't matter.
All I know is that the soles of my Nikes are almost gone and my feet are blistered. My clothes are ragged and need to be washed with soap. Lots of it. The people who lived in the city barely glanced at me. I suppose they saw homeless people all the time.
Sighing, I collapsed on a doorstep to rest. I checked my pockets for leftover berries from that bush a couple miles back and only found a few that weren't squished. I ate them quickly, starving.
After I ate my three meals for that day, I rested my head in my hands and looked around. I saw several families with children. Laughing, crying, whining, arguing, I saw them all. I wished my family hadn't disowned me like that. I never wanted to hurt anybody. It was the curse that did it. "Get off my step!" yelled a voice from behind me. I jumped up and turned around. A pudgy woman stood there, her arms waving. "Go! Shoo!" she yelled. I hurried away, my poor feet protesting. I was mad. I was just sitting there! It wasn't like I was a thief or anything. Just dirty.
A fierce wind started up, but I ignored it. I didn't really care. Not like there was anything I could do about it. When the first tornado appeared in the middle of the city, I began to panic. I desperately tried to shove down my emotions, but it only got worse from my fear emotions. Two more tornadoes appeared near the first.
"Titans, go!" I heard someone, a boy, yell.
"And what should we do with tornadoes, exactly?" asked an incredibly dry female voice. I turned and got a glimpse of a group of five people. The one in front was male with black hair and wore a tight suit... thing, as well as a cape. I was pretty sure he was the first to have spoken. There was a huge guy, who was made from both man and machine. And there was another, a Goth- looking girl, also wearing a cape. I felt sure she was the other one to have spoken. There was another, a strange looking girl with gorgeous shiny red hair that couldn't be from Earth. I was freaked out by this sight, but then I became confused. Hadn't there been five?
My confused emotions unleashed two more tornadoes. I looked away quickly, trying to calm down. It was kind of hard, though, with FIVE TORNADOES RUNNING AROUND ME.
The group of teenagers – surprisingly, I realized that that was what they were, - ran into the fray. Machine Guy called out, "There're WAAAYY too many; they must be controlled. We just gotta bust the control!" I blocked out voices and took deep breaths, not moving. I had learned to control this curse slightly. It worked in with my emotions, so if I was calm so was it. Slowly, each tornado disappeared, leaving four confusing people standing out there and a mass of screaming civilians. But as I peered ahead, I saw that they were different. Goth Girl was gone, replaced by a short guy with a sharp tooth poking over his top lip. Oh, yeah, did I mention that he was green? Well, he was. "I, uh, guess we got the control," said Green Dude blankly
"No, you didn't," said a voice from directly behind me. I spun around. Oh, hey, I found Goth Girl.
"What do you mean, Raven?" questioned Cape Boy. Right, so Goth Girl was Raven. The other people – Titans? – gathered around Raven.
"I mean, this girl was controlling them," said Raven, gesturing to me. Okay, now I was ready to run. The Titans shot me glances and surrounded me. All right, believe the Goth.
Cape Boy got right up into my face. "Who are you working for?" he demanded. Oh, nice way to handle things. "I'm not working for anybody," I snapped back at him.
"So you just decided to destroy the city?" he asked. He sounded serious, too.
"No!"
"Then why'd you do it?"
"I didn't!" It wasn't really a lie. It was the curse that did it. "You're lying," said Goth Girl Raven. "I felt your power." Well, I was mad. How about everybody come pick at poor old Aira, huh? Sounds great, doesn't it? The boy turned to glare ate me again.
"So, why?" he demanded. Before I could tell him off, Raven interrupted.
"Robin, I don't think she could control it." The Titans glanced at each other and huddled. I just stood there, trying to listen. I heard words like 'Terra', 'control', and 'Slade'. I had no idea how they concerned me.
They turned back and looked at me. Nervously, I shifted my weight. "Right," sighed Cape Boy, Robin. "Come with us." They turned and began to walk the way they had come from. Only the girl with the pretty hair stayed.
"I have soooo many questions for you!" she said happily. "What is your name? How old are you? How did you get here? How long have you been here? What is your favorite color? Will you be my good friend?"
I stared at her for a moment, lost, then began to try and answer her quickly spoken questions as I remembered them. "I'm Aira. I'm 13. I, um, walked. And I've been here, like, an hour. My favorite color is, er, blue. I'll let you know."
AIRA
Three months ago, I was cast out from my own home in Middletown, Kansas. Declared a witch by my own family, I left. But it wasn't me. I swear that it wasn't.
I've been cursed, I think. Whenever I get mad, something happens. Something bad. There's a gale or a tornado, a storm maybe. Clouds begin to move very fast, blocking out the sun. But I'm not a witch. I don't practice anything. I promise. You believe me, don't you? I swear it's true.
My name is Aira. My hair is a light brown, wavy. My eyes are a clear blue, my lashes normal. I am 13 years old. There is nothing unusual about me, nothing. I resemble my family greatly, so I wasn't switched at birth.
Three months ago, I began walking. I tried to stay in a few places, but everywhere I went something bad happened, something with wind. So I left each place. The curse follows me wherever I go.
This morning, I arrived in a city. I have no idea where I am anymore. Just a city to me, one I'll leave soon. I think it may be San Francisco or something, though. It doesn't matter.
All I know is that the soles of my Nikes are almost gone and my feet are blistered. My clothes are ragged and need to be washed with soap. Lots of it. The people who lived in the city barely glanced at me. I suppose they saw homeless people all the time.
Sighing, I collapsed on a doorstep to rest. I checked my pockets for leftover berries from that bush a couple miles back and only found a few that weren't squished. I ate them quickly, starving.
After I ate my three meals for that day, I rested my head in my hands and looked around. I saw several families with children. Laughing, crying, whining, arguing, I saw them all. I wished my family hadn't disowned me like that. I never wanted to hurt anybody. It was the curse that did it. "Get off my step!" yelled a voice from behind me. I jumped up and turned around. A pudgy woman stood there, her arms waving. "Go! Shoo!" she yelled. I hurried away, my poor feet protesting. I was mad. I was just sitting there! It wasn't like I was a thief or anything. Just dirty.
A fierce wind started up, but I ignored it. I didn't really care. Not like there was anything I could do about it. When the first tornado appeared in the middle of the city, I began to panic. I desperately tried to shove down my emotions, but it only got worse from my fear emotions. Two more tornadoes appeared near the first.
"Titans, go!" I heard someone, a boy, yell.
"And what should we do with tornadoes, exactly?" asked an incredibly dry female voice. I turned and got a glimpse of a group of five people. The one in front was male with black hair and wore a tight suit... thing, as well as a cape. I was pretty sure he was the first to have spoken. There was a huge guy, who was made from both man and machine. And there was another, a Goth- looking girl, also wearing a cape. I felt sure she was the other one to have spoken. There was another, a strange looking girl with gorgeous shiny red hair that couldn't be from Earth. I was freaked out by this sight, but then I became confused. Hadn't there been five?
My confused emotions unleashed two more tornadoes. I looked away quickly, trying to calm down. It was kind of hard, though, with FIVE TORNADOES RUNNING AROUND ME.
The group of teenagers – surprisingly, I realized that that was what they were, - ran into the fray. Machine Guy called out, "There're WAAAYY too many; they must be controlled. We just gotta bust the control!" I blocked out voices and took deep breaths, not moving. I had learned to control this curse slightly. It worked in with my emotions, so if I was calm so was it. Slowly, each tornado disappeared, leaving four confusing people standing out there and a mass of screaming civilians. But as I peered ahead, I saw that they were different. Goth Girl was gone, replaced by a short guy with a sharp tooth poking over his top lip. Oh, yeah, did I mention that he was green? Well, he was. "I, uh, guess we got the control," said Green Dude blankly
"No, you didn't," said a voice from directly behind me. I spun around. Oh, hey, I found Goth Girl.
"What do you mean, Raven?" questioned Cape Boy. Right, so Goth Girl was Raven. The other people – Titans? – gathered around Raven.
"I mean, this girl was controlling them," said Raven, gesturing to me. Okay, now I was ready to run. The Titans shot me glances and surrounded me. All right, believe the Goth.
Cape Boy got right up into my face. "Who are you working for?" he demanded. Oh, nice way to handle things. "I'm not working for anybody," I snapped back at him.
"So you just decided to destroy the city?" he asked. He sounded serious, too.
"No!"
"Then why'd you do it?"
"I didn't!" It wasn't really a lie. It was the curse that did it. "You're lying," said Goth Girl Raven. "I felt your power." Well, I was mad. How about everybody come pick at poor old Aira, huh? Sounds great, doesn't it? The boy turned to glare ate me again.
"So, why?" he demanded. Before I could tell him off, Raven interrupted.
"Robin, I don't think she could control it." The Titans glanced at each other and huddled. I just stood there, trying to listen. I heard words like 'Terra', 'control', and 'Slade'. I had no idea how they concerned me.
They turned back and looked at me. Nervously, I shifted my weight. "Right," sighed Cape Boy, Robin. "Come with us." They turned and began to walk the way they had come from. Only the girl with the pretty hair stayed.
"I have soooo many questions for you!" she said happily. "What is your name? How old are you? How did you get here? How long have you been here? What is your favorite color? Will you be my good friend?"
I stared at her for a moment, lost, then began to try and answer her quickly spoken questions as I remembered them. "I'm Aira. I'm 13. I, um, walked. And I've been here, like, an hour. My favorite color is, er, blue. I'll let you know."