Howdy do! New chapter! Please read! I have! Gotta stop! These two! Word Sentences!
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans! Even ask my brother! Oh wait. Don't. He'll just tell you I do so I'll go to jail and he'll get his own room again. (That's how much of a stupid-head he is)
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When Shadow woke up, she was on the floor of a dark room, with only the flicker of a stubby candle giving her light. She rubbed her face where Slade had hit her.
Leaning against one of the walls, she wondered if life was worth fighting for anymore. What are you saying? Said the little voice in her head. Your friends need your help!
Shadow sighed. "Do they even want my help?" She whispered to herself. Does it matter? Asked the voice. They're your friends, and friends always help each other, no matter what!
Shadow closed her eyes. She would go and help her friends. She just had to figure out how she would, and what they would do to stop Slade. What was Slade planning anyway? Shadow thought as hard as she could. Of course! She thought of a few months ago, when she was looking through her father's desk while he was away in China.
Shadow remembered one of the blueprints. It was of a large machine that was supposedly supposed to get rid of the powers of every superhero in Gotham City, whether it was shape-shifting like Beastboy, or Kung-Fu fighting like Robin. Even people like Cyborg wouldn't be able to protect the city anymore. It needed to be powered by a small round object that was circled in red, so she had then supposed that Slade didn't have it yet.
But he must have it now. Why else would he have captured Uncle Pat to lure them down here? What was the little round object?
Just then, a memory hit Shadow like a speeding fright train.
~flashback~
8-year-old Katherine was at her uncle's house for the day, and her Uncle Pat was putting some new things away. They had been shipped in from Ireland.
"Uncle Pat?" She asked pointing to the object that her uncle had just taken out of a velvet lined box. "What's that?"
Her uncle chuckled. "This m'lass, is the Drocarra Pearl." He set it gently in her hands. It was smooth and round, roughly the size of a baseball; about as heavy as one too. It was pitch-black. But the most peculiar thing about it was that light didn't bounce off of it, so it had no shiny appearance.
"Did you know there's a legend to this?" he said, taking it gently out of her hands and setting inside the hollow glass skirt of a porcelain angel, and setting it on the hearth.
Katherine gasped. "Really?" she asked amazed. Her uncle chuckled again.
"Yes indeed." He said. He sat on his favorite rocking chair. Katherine went to sit on his lap. "You see, the pearl is black, because it holds a great evil that was sealed inside it many years ago. Legend has it, that if the pearl pass through someone who is pure of heart, it will be good and holy again.
"But Uncle Pat," she said wonderingly, "How can a rock pass through somebody?"
Uncle Pat smiled at the wide eyed little girl on his lap. "Maybe someday, you'll find out."
~End flashback~
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*Dracula voice* Mwa ha ha ha! I have left you with a Cliffie! Mwa ha ha ha!