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This is a really odd story. I just randomly came up with it, and I find it a little depressing. I knew I had to write it - it was in the back of my mind since I found out about Terra's background. (Yes, Raiders, this is about Terra. A little.) If you're a Terra hater, I hope this changes your mind a bit. Or maybe it'll make you worse. Oh, well. This explores her human side, and also puts her a little . . . demented.

Basically, this is how Terra was brought back from the dead - er, stone. Her stone resurrection. Then something will happen. Yeah.


Ana stole Daddy.

He loved her. He hated me. Ana took my father away from me. I hate her for it. I hate her just as much as Daddy hates me. Ana didn't want my mother as her nurse anymore, so Daddy made us go away, even though Ma thought Daddy loved her.

Love. Hate.

Those words don't mean anything to me any more. I can't feel. No, but that's for another reason . . .

I never could love. Ever. Daddy hates me. Ma hates me because of what I did to my country. Her country. My home.

Not home anymore, I remind myself. I've had lots of different homes. I liked the last two, the Titans Tower and Slade's hangout. Especially Slade's. Slade was kind to me – most of the time. Slade loved me, he did, he did – more than Daddy ever did. More than Ma loved me. Slade wanted me to be good, he wanted me to control that glow, the rock glow that I got from Daddy.

But what he wanted most was for me to be better than everyone. He wanted me to be the best. He helped me to be exactly what I wanted to be.

Better than Anastasia, my half-sister, the legitimate daughter of the Markovian royal family. Better than the girl who took my father's love away from me.


Beast Boy stared out the window at what lie before him. It can't be. A bone-thin blonde girl stood on a street corner, looking confused. She was very, very familiar . . .

"Terra?" he called. Raven, standing next to him, turned to stare in the same direction. The girl didn't turn. "Terra?"

"It's not her," said Raven gently. "Let it go."

"It is!" he said, frustrated. He ran towards her. Ravven chased him. He grabbed the girl by the shoulder. "Terra, don't you recognize me? It's me, Beast Boy!"

Raven put her hand on BB's shoulder. "I am very sorry," she said apologetically. My friend has mistaken you for a girl he used to know, a superhero called Terra. Her real name was Tara Markov."

The girl looked relieved. Her hair was the same color as Terra's, and her face and body type was much the same. The only difference was her eyes: they were light, almost golden brown. "I know," she said. There was a slight accent in her voice, something Eastern, Russian, perhaps. "I know Tah-rah." She pronounced the name in an odd way. Definitely Russian. "I have know her since we were young. Her mother - ah - worked for my father."

"Oh," said Raven. Beast Boy was trying to wriggle out. "You knew her. I'm very sorry, but she's gone."

The girl sighed. "Yes," she said sadly. "The Russian intelligence told me." She paused. "I'm Anastasia. You are - ah -the Beast Boy and Starfire? Of the Teen Titans?"

"Actually, it's Raven," Beast Boy said.

Anastasia looked embaressed. "Oh. Well, Tara only said that Starfire was very attractive, so I thought . . . well. I knew you must have been Beast Boy. Tara spoke most highly of you."

Beast Boy looked, to put it gently, really pissed.

"So you are Raven," she said softly. "Tara told me . . ."

"Told you," Raven snapped. "Tah-rah, Tah-rah, Tah-rah. How did you know Terra, anyways?"

She looked sad. "Tara was my half-sister."


It's not fair.

I'm here, stone, not even able to move, damn it all anyways. I can't stand it. Damn, damn, DAMN!

All I can think about is how I hate Ana. She did this, anyways. I never would have left Markov if it wasn't for her. I wouldn't have had to. She - she destroyed my home. Just made it all tear apart. The stone glow was the Markov royal family's legacy; I couldn't help it that I had it stronger than she did. She had the born-and-bred Palanov mother, the Palanovs who were famous for their control. So what if she controlled it better? I was the one with the power. Why didn't Daddy love me?

That's all I ever wanted, after all.


"So," said Robin. They were in the common room of the Tower. "You're related to Terra."

"Our father is the same," she admitted. "Our mothers, though, were different. In every sense of the word."

Cyborg piped up. "You two must have gotten your looks from your dad. You look exactly alike."

Anastasia blushed. "Actually, I'm told I look just like my mother." She pulled out a photo. A lovely young woman with straight blonde hair held two girls in her lap: one with blue eyes, and one with brown. "My father was the king of Markovia. My mother was his wife. Tara's mother . . . was my nurse, and my mother's servant." She was fully red now.

"But - " Beast Boy trailed off.

She continued. "Our mothers were close. That's because they were also related. Tara's mother, Moira, was my mother's sister. She was disowned the month after my mother was married because she was pregnant." Anastasia had grown very quiet.

Raven said what they all knew. "She was pregnant with Terra."


I can feel her. She's so close.

Then I realize. Ana can help me. She can free me from this prison. She can get me out. I want to get out.

She can save me.

I don't care about anything anymore. I want a sister. I want someone to understand me. Daddy doesn't matter any more. He can't save me. He doesn't want me.

Ana came to find me, I think. I can hear it in her mind. She wanted me to help ehr, she wanted me. Just me. Not King Bordon's illegitimate child, not Terra the hero. She wants Tara Markov, her half-sister who was never really a sister. I want to make it up to her, tell her it's okay. I will. I call out to her.


"Ana!"

Cyborg and Robin leaped up from the couch. The cry had come from Anastasia's mouth. "What the hell . . ."

Anastasia was stiff. "It's Tara," she mumbled, almost to herself. "I can hear her. She wants me to help." She shuddered. "Ana! Get me out of here! I don't give a damn about it anymore. Just get me out! I want to hear Beast Boy's jokes, I want to hear Robin bossing people around, I want Star's pudding and Cyborg's car talk. Get me out! Out, damn you!" Sobs escaped her. "Even more important, I want to finally be friends with Raven! Now get me out!"

The Titans stared at her. Then, as if someone had thrown a switch, they launched into action. Cyborg grabbed Ana. "Everyone to the T-car!" he yelled. To Robin, he said, "You know what, to HELL WITH YOU! You can just take a break from leading until you learn how." He rushed off.

They got to the statue in record time. Yes, Beqast Boy actually timed it: one minute, fourteen point nine-oh-five seconds.

Ana's eyes began to glow. She reached out, touching the statue that was Terra. "Markov non cruuten na carra Tara."

Blinding yellow light filled the cavern. The titans shadded their eyes as a yell sliced through the air. It eventually dimmed. Raven let down the magical barrier she had constructed, and they surveyed the scene before them.

A girl in a tattered t-shirt and shorts blinked. She flexed her hands and arms. "Ana?" she whispered.

Her sister said something in Markovian. Terra slowly stepped down from the platform she stood upon. "I - I'm sorry," she said. Then, she enveloped her sister in a huge hug. "Thank you."


Ooh. That was oddly satisfying. Ha. I'd write more, but it's late, and I need to post this. Really.

There will be more - I have a rather huge plot for this story. And there's going to be lots of Terra/Beast Boy scenes. Not romantic, but it's there. There actually will be lots of romance, too, especially my favorite BB/Rae pair. Nothing much concerning Robin or Star, this isn't much about them. It's about Terra, Ana, Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Raven. Mostly how Terra and Beast Boy treat each other.

This should be interesting. Terra's back. Let the drama begin.