Introduction
One day a mysterious man who called himself "Nsol Gaidret" came to our tower. He told us that he was sent by the mayor to "protect" us. Like we need "protecting"! I mean, we "protect" the entire city! And we need protecting? Anyways, his argument to the mayor was that all of us are under 18, and by law are required to have a "guardian."
All of us had or used to have parents. Robin's, Beast Boy's, and Cyborg's parents….deceased. Starfire's…retired King and Queen of the Planet Tameran….farther away than you can imagine. Mine…living in a separate dimension….Azerath. Mine….one dead, killed by the other. Mine…an evil demon father, a dead human mother whose love for my father was stronger than morals. But she was tricked. My father could NEVER love. His blood is pure hatred…and mine is half.
Anyways, I am getting off–topic. Robin decided to vote to decide whether we should let this Mr. Gaidret stay or not. We ended up calling and eventually visiting the mayor for proof and papers. Well, it's official now. No, Mr. Gaidret is not our "guardian." Dead, alive, or evil, we all have or had parents. He is our "protector". Unfortunately. And, I still don't trust him.
He seems nice, but nice can be deceiving. It was with Terra.
Mr. Gaidret is tall with dark hair. His skin looks almost as if it is covered with make-up, as if to hide something. A scar, maybe?
Beast Boy, Starfire, and Cyborg already trust him. But, then again, they are easily fooled.
I'm not…easily fooled, that is. I decided to question him. "Is Nsol your real name? Or is it a nickname? What does it stand for?" And he replied simply, "My name is Nsol Gaidret. What makes you read into it?" Well, he got me there. "Um…nothing," I say monotonously. "Where do you come from?" I ask. "Out of town," was his reply, "Why?" And, again, in a monotone, I shrugged, "Oh, I don't know. Just wondering."
I couldn't just be straight and say, "Because I don't trust you." You just don't say things like that. Not right away, at least.
The First Chapter
The next day when I awoke, I went down to have my morning herbal tea, like usual. But I saw a strange man sitting at the table. That was when I remembered Nsol Gaidret. "G'dmornin, Raven," he said cheerily. I didn't think I should trust him. But I decided how could one wimpy little conversation hurt? "G'dmornin," I replied in a monotone. "So, what are you having for breakfast?" he asked. So, is that what our "protector" is here for? To find out our eating habits? "Herbal tea," I reply in a monotone. He continues babbling on, but I stop listening.
I take my herbal tea to the couch and pick up one of my books. A dark, mysterious book, like me. I am dark, because I was born that way. I had no choice.
"'G'dmornin, Raven," came Robin's voice. Then, "Oh, good morning to you to, sir, Mr. Gaidret!" Shortly after, Starfire bounced down and squeezed "Friend Nsol" into a hug. Beast Boy and Cyborg ran right to their video games, completely forgetting about Nsol Gaidret.
I didn't. And I never would.
