A volleyball game was taking place outside. The rest of the team had not started the day on the melancholy note Raven had. None of them thought she had once had good days almost all the time. But that was long ago. Before Arella died; before Hawk died.

Hawk. She had always been able to make even the worst situation seem like the biggest game in the world. Raven smiled through her tears. Hawk had been the one who stole the blueprints to the building, snuck out of bed in the middle of the night, when everybody was asleep from exhaustion, and tiptoed to the adjacent wing. She climbed silently up the pillar and used a sharp stone rod to dislodge something. Something vital. Raven chuckled, reliving the memory of standing there looking up at Hawk's triumphant smile. There had been one thing on her mind and one thing only-thank heaven for teleportation. Nobody was punished afterward, as the administrators-those whose telepathy had been disabled; how convenient-could not discover who to punish. But there was one more thing Raven remembered. As the new wing was erected, an insigne appeared on one of the stones-the one that replaced the rock Hawk had pushed away hours before. It was an R and an H, linked together inside an oval, like the two girls together, pushing away at the darkness around them. The script wasn't script at all, but instead looked like the handwriting of a five-year-old. Raven smiled. It was. She raised her finger, the same one she had used that day, and swirled it in the air. Grey smoke appeared along the shape that was in the stone. She ended the energy stream and it eventually dissipated. Raven sighed. Hawk was gone now, too. Azar, the great priestess who had taken Raven in after Arella's death, had sent Raven to Earth rather than risk her life as the three years of peace ended. Hawk had gone missing. Nobody ever found out where she was. Presumably she had been struck down, her body gone up in flames. Knowing what she was-and what Raven herself was-nobody knew exactly where she might end up in death. For years, Raven had been in denial, whispering to herself night after night that Hawk was still alive and reunion between the two friends was right around the corner. She knew better now. Hawk was gone.

And she was never coming back.

Or so Raven thought.

Here is a second chapter! Please review. Tell me what I did wrong. I may bring Terra back in this fic. I am, for the most part, a Terra hater, and this will most certainly not be a BB/T story. Gah! My hands burn as I type the mere abbreviation. Tell me if she should come back or not. When the moment of truth arrives, I will tally the votes and make my decision. In case I didn't mention this, Hawk and Cyborg will like each other, so all you find-Cyborg-a-girl-already people will be satisfied. The rest of my chapters will be longer, but I am having serious writer's block as how to start the beginnning, so I am starting with.......what exactly would you call this? Teen angst? Hawk will not be in all my fics, so she won't really be an incredibly permanent character. I refuse to kill her off though. Tell me if you like my writing and if you caught the symbolism in Chapter One. Review, people! Oh, and Hawk grew up with Raven in Azareth, so she's sort of the lost sister/lost best friend figure, which is why they both have birds' names. Raven was gothic in the comic books too but there was obviously more there, so I am offering an explanation. For the most part it is in accordance with the comics. Note-compare eye statistics of the birds. You'll see what I mean eventually.