Tears formed in her eyes as Starfire watched the scenery. They were in Cyborg's 'back-up car' and it seemed as if they could never get to her baby fast enough. Starlight and Caitlin had stayed behind to watch the kids, trying their best to get them to bed. Poor Grayson was worried sick about his sister and the only way they had been able to calm him down was to tell him that Corrie went to the movies and would be back soon. He swore the only way he would sleep was if Corrie read him a story. Star wanted to break down then.

All of the sudden, it felt as if a part of her died. She gasped as the agonizing sensation burned through her. "Oh God."

Robin leaned over the seat, his eyes worried. "Baby, what's the matter? What happened?"

"Oh God, Robin."

"Starfire, what's wrong?" Fear clogged his throat as his wife gasped for breath.

"Robin, I don't think Coriander made it. Oh God, Robin. I think she's…she's…"

"Your wrong, Starfire. Coriander will make it through this. You just have to believe that-"

"I do believe in her, Robin! I always have. But it feels as if a part of me just died. Do you think I would ever say that my daughter is dead for the hell of it?!" She couldn't breath. The pain was so intense. And she didn't even know if her daughter was dead or not. "Robin I can't handle it. It hurts to bad." He grabbed her hand and squeezed, his own eyes filling with unshed tears. Starfire barely ever screamed at him like that, much less used cuss words that Beast Boy had taught her.

"The tracking device on the T-Car says they are at an old church not far from here," Cyborg said, his voice miserable yet composed.

Kern snaked glanced at Rhea. He knew the poor child had not made it, felt it in his old bones, yet he did not have the heart to tell the parents. But, it would be harder for them if they witnessed their child lying in her own pool of blood. Either way, it was going to tear the parents to shreds.

"Robin, "Kern said slowly. "Coriander…"

"Kern," Rhea said, laying a small hand on his forearm and shaking her head. "Do not."

"We're here." Cyborg said, turning of the ignition. Immediately, all adults jumped out of the car and ran the door.

Starfire gave a cry of agony the minute she saw her daughter. Raven held on to her as Star hit her knees, dragging Raven with her, her face buried in her hands, sobbing.

Robin ran to his daughter, kneeling down to feel for a pulse. Oh God. Nothing. She didn't have a heartbeat and her skin was cold, to cold for a human being. His hand dropped limply to his side, and Beast Boy didn't know what to do. Robin just sat there, fist clenched, blue eyes drenched with tears. What was he supposed to do? Could he even do anything?

Beast Boy felt for a pulse on Logan, thankful to find it strong and steady. It would tear Logan apart when he found out Corrie was…God it was hard on him just thinking it. He had watched her grow up, watched her go through hard times and good times. And now he would never see her again. It tore him apart to even think like that. What must Robin be going through if it was this hard for Beast Boy?

Rhea watched in agony as Robin broke down, slamming a fist into the old pews. Rhea recoiled when he gave an animal roar, and tears dripped down her face when he hit his knees.

She had to fix this. Somehow she just had to. And…she had an idea. She was about to break the number one rule, and was willing to take the chance. She could not tolerate to lose Coriander. She would rather spend the rest of her life in hell, which, she would probably end up doing. Ironic.

"Kern…I wish for you to restore my powers."

"What?" Kern whirled around, astonishingly swift for his age, to gawk at her.

"I need them back, Kern. Now."

He shook his head slowly. "Rhea, I know what you are trying to do and…" She would do anything to help Corrie, even if she had to hurt the old man in the process. If he did not return her powers, the only way to get them back was to… kill him. And she would do it, just to bring Coriander back.

"…I wish to be of assistance." Her eyes snapped to his, shocked. "I would rather spend the rest of my short life in hell with Apollo than see this family in grief." With a snap of his gnarled fingers, power soared through her. Her normal attire, which consisted of jeans and a sweater, were replaced with the black velvet robe she had been buried in, her long hair in an exotic twist used on only the dead. The air around her seemed to sizzle and snap with electricity. Oh how she had missed the fire of her powers burning through her.

Rhea's lips tilted in a smile. Her respect for him grew.

"I will return to the tower to make the arrangements," Kern said with a flash of yellow teeth. In a flash of light and smoke, Kern was gone.

"Beast Boy." He lifted sorrow-filled eyes to Rhea's. "I need you to bring me tons of short white candles and four long white candle." His eyebrows drew together in puzzlement, but he nodded and scrambled to his feet. With a miserable glanced at Coriander, Cyborg ran after Beast Boy to help with the task.

Rhea turned to Raven. She smiled as thoughts flew through Raven's head, the wheels spinning fast, until it dawned on her what Rhea was about to do.

"Raven, by the look in your eye, I have a feeling you recognize precisely what I am about to attempt. I need you to fetch me everything I need to bring Coriander back from the dead."

Robin's eyes snapped up fast. "What did you just say?" Starfire took a deep, quivering breath, her eyes downcast, fearing to actually believe that her child could be brought back to her. If she got her hopes up and Rhea was not able to bring her back, Starfire's soul would die alongside her daughter.

Rhea smiled. "Though I will be penalized rigorously for even trying, I will do everything it takes to bring her back."

Logan groaned, blinking to adjust his eyes sight. His mind was fuzzy as he tried to sort everything out. Where was he? Why was he in so much pain? Where was Corrie? Suddenly, everything that had happed flashed through his head. The pain of telling Corrie he didn't want her, the anguish of finding her on the brink of death, the fury as he attacked Apollo and the satisfaction of killing him. Logan sat up fast, pain slicing through his side and shoulder at the sudden movement.

"Corrie," Logan said painfully, taking shallow breathes. "Where is she? Is she okay?" But he got a good look at Robin's eyes. "She…she didn't make it, Logan." Robin's voice was raw, hoarse with tears.

"Oh God." A pain so intense that he could scarcely breath filled him. Then his body seemed numb, along with his brain. Corrie was…dead.

"Logan, I know it will be hard, but I need you to be calm for me. Pick her up and bring her to me." His hand shook as he tried to pick up her lifeless body. His shoulder and side screamed in protest and it took him two tried to pick her up. She was so cold, so pale. He clenched his teeth together to hold back a sob.

"I know Logan. I know. Just bear with me for a little while longer. I think I might be able to bring her and the baby back."

Relief flowed through him, yet it was so hard to look down at her pale face without so much as a whimper of despair.. He was holding the woman he loved; yet she was…dead, cold to the touch. How could it be? Corrie was always so full of life, always hot with passion, always ready to jump down his throat. If Rhea could not bring her back…he didn't think he could live without Corrie and her temper.

Rhea held out her hand, palm up. "Take my hand and do not let her go." He shook, as if cold, laying his large palm against hers. She called for Robin and Starfire to also take hold. Star clenched Robin's hand in an iron grip as she gazed down at her dead daughter. Deciding it was better not to look at her, Starfire stared straight ahead, eyes bright with anguish.

Rhea's eyes glowed white as she mumbled an old incantation he remembered that his mother had taught him. It was to transport human beings from one place to another at the speed of light. At least that's what he figured it was. When his mother had tried to teach him spells and incantations, he had never really paid attention. He had always been itching to go outside and play touch football with his friends, having the girls watch him with dreamy eyes, not wanting to be cooped up in a dark room learning spells and such. But Corrie had been fascinated about the arts of witchcraft.

Logan's jaw hurt from keeping his teeth clenched. It was hard to say her name without weeping.

It sounded as if thunder bellowed in his ear and he jumped. His gaze snapped around, but a white smoke obscured everything. When the smoke cleared, he glanced around at his environment. They were in the main room of the Tower, yet it was now voided of any furniture and all lights were turned off, only the occasional flash of lightning brightening the room. He just couldn't seem to get away from darkness.

Short white candles were placed in a circle around what he assumed was a star. It slowly dawned on him that they were making a pentagram.

"I need everyone to leave for a short time, if that is all right."

Starfire pleaded to stay with her daughter, and though Rhea warned her that she would have to clean Coriander's wounds, Star refused to leave her daughters side. Kern herded the reluctant out the door as Logan made his way to the couch.

Logan laid Corrie down on the sofa, shuddering. Her body had already started to stiffen and it had freaked him out. He never wanted to hold a dead body again. But it was Coriander's dead body that he had been holding. Tears clogged his throat, burned his chest, making it hard to breathe. If she were brought back, he would never let go of her again.

He couldn't even bear to glance behind him, afraid that if he did, he would start to cry. Amazing, he thought. You never realize how much one means to you until you lose them. He swiped at a tear as it fell with a sad smile. Corrie had always brought out the emotional side in him. Never before had he wanted to cry so bad.

Rhea made Starfire turn around as she striped Coriander's bloodied clothes off to cleanse the blood from her. The wounds were lethal, and she felt several broken and shattered bones. Rhea shuddered as her hand past cold skin. She had dealt with the dead before, when she would help carry bodies from war to the necropolis, but she had never loved any of them. Not like she had loved Coriander. She had always felt regret at the loss of ones life, but back then, she had been used to death. It was easy to lock your heart up when war broke lose. But now it was so hard, because she knew Coriander, had lived with her, helped with homework and low self-esteem.

Starfire wrapped her arms around her chest, cold. She closed her eyes when she heard the sickening sound of the glass being pulled from her daughter's stomach. Never before had she felt so numb. Felt so weak and vulnerable. She felt as if she betrayed her daughter by not being able to save her.

"Star, I need a hot wash cloth." The air reeked of blood and death as Starfire walked to the kitchen to wet a cloth. Maybe she should leave. She already felt queasy and was not even dealing with the blood or looking at her daughter.

Wringing the excess water from the cloth, Star closed her eyes, taking deep breathes. She had to stay strong, for her daughter, for Robin, and for herself. If she broke down now, it would just make matters worse.

Handing Rhea the cloth, Star busied herself by playing with a long strand of her red hair.

Rhea wiped the blood from Corrie's mouth and forehead, the cloth already completely soaked in warm blood. "It would be easier to just bring a bucket of some sort and many washcloths." Starfire hurried to fetch a bucket and clothes, her movements fast and erratic.

When Coriander was clean of any drops of blood, Rhea snapped her fingers and Coriander was instantly covered in the traditional white robe of the Azarath's for a resurrection. Rhea levitated Coriander from off the couch, her long hair caressing the floor despite the fact that she was suspended high above the air, and laid her in the middle of the star created from candles.

Muscles tight with nervousness, Rhea called everyone in. Kern laid a reassuring hand on Rhea's shoulder. "We will get through this." Rhea nodded, backing off into a corner to meditate. She needed to be fully concentrated and calm if she was to pull this off. She was not only breaking the number one rule once, but also three times. She was going to try to bring the unborn babies back as well. She knew that Corrie was destined to bring forth into the world twins. Twins that were meant to protect the city, the humans the dwelled within the settlement. They were to be called the Night Crawlers, protectors of the night. And in a cruel turn of fate, she had lost them as well as her life. If she was not able to bring the twins back, she prayed to God that she could at least bring Corrie back.

Logan took unsteady breaths as the smell of blood evaded him. This was so grueling, so excruciating. He felt responsible for her death. God, if he had not been such a jerk then she would still be alive. Pissed, but breathing. But no, he had only been thinking of himself and he had lost his love and unborn child. She would have never left if he had not said he didn't want her or their child. He wanted to crawl under a rock and pray for the death he deserved.

Rhea's soft chanting helped soothe some of the pain, reassuring his tormented mind.

Logan's mother walked to him, his pain and guilt washing over her as if it were her own. Though Raven no longer held powers, she was more in tune with emotions than humans. She wrapped her arms around his waist, enveloping him in a warm hug. Her head came to his chest and she leaned against it. He smelled strongly of blood, sweat and rain. He stroked his mother's hair. It kept him from bowing his head and crying. He held her to him with his other arm. Usually, he hated for his mother to hold him as she used to do when he was a child, but now he needed her.

"She'll be back, Logan. I just know it." She wanted to cry for her son, to shed the tears he refused to let flow. "Logan, it's fine to cry. We all want to and holding them in just makes the pain worse. I found that out the hard way."

"If I cry, I won't be able to stop."

"Honey, none of us will. It is hard for me as well, and I am afraid that if I do cry over the loss of my daughter, I will just make matters worse." Starfire said, her voice hoarse from holding back tears.

"I suggest you do shed tears. Get it over with, because we need to gather all the energy we have and it might take long. Crying now will probably help keep calm when we bring her back." Kern said, having a little trouble getting into meditating position. "I'm getting to old for this," he mumbled, then closed his eyes and chanted.

Starfire buried her head in Robin's chest, her sobs muffled. Robin leaned his mouth against her head, crying silently. His arms tightened around her, her warmth somewhat comforting.

Rhea tried to ignore the pain floating in the room, but it was so hard. She longed to join them in their loss, but she had a job to do and something so simple as tears would destroy everything. She couldn't be in the room any longer. She needed to be somewhere where no pain invaded her sense. The roof would be perfect. Silently, she moved toward the door. It slid quietly behind her.

As she settled on the roof, she pushed away every emotion to where even her eyes and movements were dull. She could not feel anything if she was to pull this off. Now, Coriander was just a human she was meant to revive, not the girl who she had loved as a daughter. Rhea had not been able to watch her child grow, her biggest regret and she had always thought of Corrie and Logan as her family.

But now, she blocked out the name. The person she was reviving was not Coriander, but a mere teenage girl whose life had been cut way to short. And the family in there mourning was just an average family, not the family she had grown to be apart of.

She chanted, her words slow, calm, and devoid of any emotion. She spoke in the ancient tongue of the Azaraths, the words flowing with power. The language had not been used in centuries, and had died along with her. Only the royal family had known the language, only ones with pure blood and her family thought it best not to write it in words. It was too powerful and would be easy to use for the dark magic. Energy flowed through her veins, mixing with blood. She opened her eyes, now white with suppressed energy.

She unfolded her legs, and floated to the main room. It was time.

All tears ceased when Rhea floated into the room. Pain was replaced with anxiety, fear, and hope. Starfire took an unsteady breath, then blinked, her face as calm as it could be, eyes dry.

"If you're going to cry, I suggest you go in another room." Rhea stated dully. Beats Boy shuddered. It reminded him of Raven before she lost her powers in the car wreck. Creepy.

Rhea waited calmly as they took deep breathes, calming themselves in their own way. Logan just thought of what he planned on doing to Corrie when she awakened, while her parents thought of how long and hard they would hug her.

"I will warn you now, it will not be pleasant. The lights are blinding, so keep your eyes closed, the air will burn, and then will freeze. But do not open your eyes until I say so, got it?" They nodded. "Also, if this does work, Coriander will never know she died until one brings it up."

Kern snapped his fingers, and each candle burned, filling the dark room with an orange glow.

"Take hands." Kern commanded.

They stood in a circle around the short candles, far enough so not to catch fire but close enough to feel the heat. "Close your eyes and do not open them no matter how much you want to. It might affect the process of bringing her back." They each closed their eyes, shutting them tight.

Logan waited as the room filled with silence. He was dying to open his eyes to see what was taking so long, but did not dare risk it. Though she was no longer living, he could just feel her, as if she were standing there, in the room. And it calmed him. The thought of her calmed him.

Cold air passed him and he shivered. The air suddenly stilled for a heart beat. Two. Then, the wind howled past his ear, blowing his hair in all directions. And he heard it. Rhea's chanting, noting more than a whisper, yet now it seemed to fill the room.

A deeper, older voice joined hers, the language new to him. It sounded old, mystical, and enchanting, full of power no one was supposed to know of. Rhea's voice rose, as did Kern's, and their voices seemed to become one.

The air seemed to sizzle and snap around him, almost burning, and he shut his eyes tighter against temptation. He would not look, no matter what.

Rhea now yelled the spell, Kern's voice seeming to blend with hers like music. A light so bright it hurt even with his eyes closed filled the room, and he thought he would die at the heat. It made it so hard to breathe and sweat beaded his forehead. The air around him pulsated, throbbing with magic.

Either he was losing consciousness, or the light faded and silence settled over the room. He still dared not open his eyes, afraid of what he was to see. The air was now cold, mixing with the sent of smoke.

"You can open your eyes now." Rhea's voice was horse from screaming, yet it held amassment. As if she had done something she had never thought possible.

Slowly, Logan opened his eyes. And his heart rose in his throat.

Coriander sat up slowly, stretching like a cat and yawning. She glanced down at the white clothes, shrugged, and looked as if she had not a care in the world. Crossing her legs, she looked around the room, noticing their looks. Why were they looking at her like that? Jeez, it was not as if she was dead. Even Raven looked emotional.

Coriander looked at them with a raised eyebrow. "Why do you all look as if I died or something?"

Beside him, Logan felt Star collapsed in a heap on the floor.