-"So passes away the glory of the world" (chapter 1) was said by Cornelius a Lapide. Thank you Night's Soul for telling me that!

This chapter is a little longer than the others and is in Starfire's point of view. Different chapters will be told in different POVs. Sorry if it's confusing.

Disclaimer- I don't own the Teen Titans.

Fall (Chapter 2)

Starfire's POV

I never thought life could be so…cruel. I never thought innocent people could hate, and fear so much. I used to believe love and friendship were the most important things in the world, and the strongest. Now I can see that hatred and fear is stronger and the reason to survive is the most important.

Robin has lost that reason. When I first noticed a slight change in his behavior, I thought he just was not himself, and perhaps a little sick. But I remember one particular night more than any other when Raven walked into our room of living, more grim and angry usual. I had asked her what was wrong, and if I could help in any way. She told me, a little angrily, that Robin had tried to slit his wrists, and that she found cuts on his arm. I had not understood what she meant, and why Raven was so angry over it.

"He tried to kill himself, Star. He tried to commit suicide. To kill yourself is pathetic. It is cowardly."

Those were her words. To be honest, I did not believe Robin would ever try and kill himself and leave us. Well, I never believed he would ever work for Slade or lie to us either. But he had good intentions then. Killing himself wouldn't have helped anyone. I am arguing with myself again. I seem to do it often.

I used to do believe that Raven hated me when we first met. I thought I annoyed her to no end. As time passed, however, I learned Raven could not show her emotions, and really did care about us. I think she truly hates me now. Raven confronted me once, asking for me to tell me what was wrong, and why I had changed. More like demanded now that I look back. I almost told her how I wanted things to go back to the way they were before people hated us, hated me. I almost broke down weeping in front of her, like I might have done before these changes. Something had stopped me, and I lied to her, pretending that everything was perfect. I think she knew the truth anyway.

Beast Boy worries me, though I try and show no emotion like Raven does. Terra's betrayal and imprisonment hurt him more than I can see. I have never seen someone cry so much over one person. He keeps to himself, locked away in his room, even more than Raven does. I cannot help but wonder what he does all that time.

Cyborg is very worried about us all. He always makes sure that he can see Robin, and takes food to Beast Boy, mostly tofu. He makes jokes to try and keep up in a light mood, and often cooks and cleans for us. Cyborg has installed cameras into every room in our Tower, so he can watch us at all times. It disturbs me to know that he is watching our every moves.

Raven plays video games with Cyborg now! Is it even possible? I think Raven and Cyborg have grown closer, not as lovers, just closer friends. Raven helps Cyborg in his cleaning and cooking, and spends time with him to cheer him up. She does not want him to fall into depression like the rest of us. She is the strength that keeps the Titans held together. I believe if Raven ever falls (though I do not believe she will ever fall) everything will fall to pieces. Robin used to be that strength. Now Raven has taken on the burden of leadership, holding everyone together. Does Raven's inability to feel her emotions help her become stronger than the rest of us?

I cannot fly. I cannot find the joy that gives me the gift of flight. Unable to fly, I believe I have reached the level of depressed, which does not help me regain my joy. My Tamaranian powers are retreating, for my emotions no longer can be summoned. This scares me more than any monster or criminal has.

I traveled to the future once. People say it cannot be done, but it can and has been done. The future I saw was a grim one. The city was in despair, it was cold, and skies were dark. I saw Robin, not as the Robin we know (or knew), but as Nightwing, a solitary shadow hero. I saw Cyborg, old and restricted to a broken tower. I saw Beast Boy, old and afraid, as a one man freak circus. I saw Raven, strong Raven, as a broken figure, all alone, her mind gone. I was horrified that that was what we were doomed to be, before I realized the future can always be changed.

Now I wonder if the future I saw was actually better than the one we are headed to currently. The criminals that are taking over our beloved city are destroying it. I am saddened to see such a beautiful place ripped apart piece by piece. Perhaps it will be better if I return to Tamaran. Where is my true home? On Earth, where my friends are battling for their lives, or on Tamaran, where all is peaceful and happy?

Yesterday I killed an unsuspecting mother. Beast Boy killed her little child. On Tamaran we would be punished with a death sentence for these people were absolutely innocent; guilty of nothing but walking down the street to their warm home after having fun. Raven plans on going to their funeral today, but I do not think I will. I do not want to see people's faces as they stare at me in horror for what I have done. I do not want to see the mother's husband weeping over his loss. No, I do not think I will go. Robin, Beast Boy, and Cyborg will not go either, I think.

"Starfire, come on. We'll be late for the service. Wear something black." Raven's voice drifts in through my door, impatient.

"Actually, I did not plan on going." I say reluctantly for Raven will surely disapprove.

"Then you are as heartless as your sister Blackfire." Raven states, unmoved.

"I am not anything like Blackfire!" I yell, flinging the door open. Raven does not flinch at my outburst. She is wearing a long black dress without her usual blue cape.

"Then put on something black and come with me." Raven answers calmly. Has she planned this out? Did she expect my reaction?

"Will the others be attending?" I ask. Perhaps I will be able to stay if the others are.

"No." Raven replies coolly.

"Then why must I?" I say immediately.

"I thought you, of all people, would understand why." Raven responds. "Very well. If you insist on hiding your face, I will go alone." I am silent. Her words cut deep, and I stare at her retreating back. Raven has gone to an uncountable number of these funerals. None of us have gone with her, and usually she doesn't even ask. Every time she returns depressed looking. I have been a coward. I am afraid of these people and will not face them as Raven does.

She turns and looks at me thoughtfully and says quietly. "Blackfire deserves her name. Not that long ago, you deserved the name Starfire, too. I am not so sure anymore. Perhaps Coldfire would be more appropriate."

"Wait. I, I will go with you." I stutter. Is she right? Do I no longer deserve my lovely name, Starfire? Would Coldfire fit me better?

"Then hurry up." Raven tells me. Perhaps I will be able to lighten her heart today.

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The funeral was being held outside, in a beautiful place. The grass was very green, and the trees were all straight and strong. It had a sort of melancholy feeling to it though. I would not what to be buried in such a gloomy place of tears, no matter how beautiful.

I had to borrow a black outfit from Raven; it is a long, velvety black skirt, with black flowers flowing on it. I am also wearing a plain black, long-sleeved top. I feel out of place here. No doubt Raven does as well.

"This way," Raven whispers to me, and she leads me to one of the front row benches. We are sitting next to a young man with fair hair, who is crying silently. An old couple are next to him, tears slipping down their faces as they try to comfort the sobbing man. Raven does not look at them, but her dark eyes are full of pity. Suddenly I realize we are sitting next to the mother and child's family. The mother whose death is my fault. The child who never got to live past ten. I suddenly have a sick feeling in my stomach, and I look away.

The service begins and an old man speaks. He speaks of many things, some things I do not understand, and some things like hope. He does not speak too long, and motions to the fair-haired man to come up. The man's voice shook and quivered as he spoke, and he told the small crowd about his wife, Jane Lee, and his little son, Danny. I cannot listen to this; I cannot listen to talk of a mother I killed. A few other people spoke as well, each speaking of Mrs. Lee and Danny. After about three other people had stood in front of us, talking about how good-hearted the Lees were and best wishes to them, but then an old woman motions to us.

Raven stands and walks slowly up to speak. I am amazed. Did Raven speak for every funeral she went to?

"My name is Raven," she begins, "and I am here to represent the Teen Titans." There are some gasps in the crowd at this; they have obviously heard how Jane and Danny Lee were killed.

"I know that two of our members killed Mrs. Lee and Danny. They did not deserve to die." Raven continues. Where does she gain the courage to stand up in front of these people and admit that her team killed two people they loved?

"What were Mrs. Lee and Danny guilty of? Nothing. Only walking down the street, having a good time, enjoying life." Is she taking a side against the Titans?

"I was there. It was a gruesome sight to see. Nobody deserved it." Raven pauses and looks to me, "But please remember that the Titans were trying to help. You can argue against that, and I agree. We could have done more to distract Dr. Chang's robots so they would move away from resident areas. More than two lives could have been spared."

Raven takes a deep breath and says, "But accidents happen, and the Titans are not what we used to be, just as the city is not what it used to be. Nothing will bring Mrs. Lee and Danny back, but we will do our best to keep history from repeating itself. I can only hope you can find the strength to forgive us."

Raven's small speech is done. She has moved these people to tears. They will forgive her. And what will I have done? I have only sat here and listened to them. I have not admitted my guilt, and Raven has when she didn't kill them. I did. It's my fault. And yet, I will have done nothing about it. What does that make me? A monster? Coldfire?

As we are leaving this gloomy place, I say quietly, "You are right. I deserve my name Starfire as much as Mrs. Lee and Danny deserved to die. I am a monster. You are strong. I can only wish I could be like you."

At first I do not think Raven heard me. But about halfway home, she answers, "No. You are not a monster. If you were a monster you would not care that those two are dead. You are strong, Star. You just need to find your inner strength." We walk the rest of the way home in silence, and I think about what Raven has said.

Is she right? Do I just need to find my inner strength? If I am not a monster, what am I? Am I Starfire? Or am I Coldfire?