Spellbound
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Yes please
Summary: Raven's always been alone. Until now. (A rewrite of Spellbound)
I know a lot of you think that this is too much like the original episode, and for the first few chapters or so, it will follow pretty closely.
Two: A Friend?
"I…I just wish that there was someone out there who could understand me…"
Silence, and then:
"Hello."
Raven stared at the book for a moment, then threw it to the ground. Her book was talking to her!
"Well that wasn't very nice."
Wide-eyed, the sorceress slowly approached the book. "Who are you?" She was tense, ready to attack if necessary.
"No need to get so upset love," the book scolded, "I'm the one with reason to be mad, after all, you did throw me onto the floor." He had a soft British accent.
"Sorry."
"It's alright. I suppose I did give you a bit of a fright." Raven glared. "Not that I'm saying I scared you."
"Who. Are. You?"
"Sorry, where are my manners? I am Malchior." She scowled. "And you are?"
"Raven."
"Well then, it is a pleasure to meet you my lady."
"Yeah. Whatever."
"I must say, I don't find you all that talkative."
"I'm not."
"As I said," he chuckled. "So, where exactly am I?"
"Titan Tower."
"The legendary Titans? I would have imagined them residing elsewhere. Besides, you don't exactly strike me as a Cyclops."
Raven smirked, "No, not those titans. We're superheroes called the Teen Titans."
"Well, then," His voice sounded amused.
"Why are you a talking book?"
He chuckled, "You get straight to the point, don't you?"
"I don't see the point in hinting."
"Well…I'm cursed. Centuries ago, I fought against an evil dragon by the name of Rorek. He….imprisoned me in this book. And here I am."
"I…I'm…" she mumbled something.
"I didn't quite catch that."
"Nothing."
"So," Malchior changed topics, "Were those your friends earlier? The one that called you 'creepy'?"
"Yeah."
"He doesn't seem like much of a friend."
Raven her mouth to say something. Nothing came out.