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A/n: Hello, me again! I finally finally am updating! Yeayity! Anyways, I forgot to mention something very important. This story is in total disregard to season 4. All of that – just didn't happen. Okay?
Beh. This is taking a long, long time. Oh well.
YES! I have updated! That took FOREVER.
Review answers:
Gubba-Gubba: Oh, yeah. Love BB/Rae. It is indeed . . .
Hekatie: Heh, sorry it took so long, friend, I had a bit of block . . . plus can you say 'Limited computer time'? But anyways, thanks for the review!
shadowedstar213: Thanks. I try to make it interesting. I finally FINALLY updated! This is a good thing!
Raidersrule76: Yes, evility is in the blood. Maybe they're related to my social studies teacher. And they'll inherit the Book of Evility. There will be NO bashing! However there is some fun stuff for you in this chapter. Don't worry about losing it. You're fine.
On with the reading!
My name is Terra. In my fifteen years, I have dealt with more drama than many people who live for one hundred years. I destroyed my country, Markovia, the only home I ever knew. I killed my father, his wife, my half-brother, and the other 90,000 inhabitants of Markovia. I betrayed my only friends I ever had. I hurt the only boy who ever cared about me. I killed under Slade's rule, and I liked it. I died, and came back to life.
Not everything was bad. I made amends with my sister, who is part of the team now. She changed her name to Sierra, to match mine. Now, I'm going to talk to Beast Boy and make everything all right.
And I have no regrets.
Terra stood outside the door of Beast Boy's room. She hesitated. Should I? She wondered. He had probably moved on . . . She finally forced herself to knock. "Yeah?" came the loud reply.
She cleared her throat. "Um, hi, Beast Boy, it's me, Terra," she said.
There was a loud scrambling sort of noise, and the door slid open to reveal Beast Boy in nothing but a towel, water dripping down his green skin. "Um, I just got out of the shower," he said slowly. "Can I talk in juuust a minute? I kinda want to put on some clothes."
"Oh, yeah, yeah, of course," she said, turning red. He closed the door, and she waited for a couple of minutes. Then the door came open again and Beast Boy motioned her inside.
They sat side-by-side on the bed. Terra was just feeling happy being near him. "So – what did you want to talk about?" Beast Boy was looking at her in a very official way. She was a little distracted by the way that his wet hair was sticking to his head. He was soooooooooo cute . . .
"Um – I – wanted. To talk to you. About. Ummmmmmm – "
He sighed impatiently. "About what?"
She quivered slightly. "About . . . us."
At this point, Beast Boy paled to a rather charming minty green. "What did you say?" he said in a dangerous tone. "There is no 'us,' Terra."
"But," she began. "I thought that – you know – maybe we could start over." Then she remembered something he had said before. While she was a statue, she could hear everything around her. It had gotten tiring after a while, not being able to see the squirrels and rats chattering away on the floor, but Beast Boy had come to talk to her a lot. She actually knew a few things about him. "Please, Beast Boy! Just forget about Raven for a minute!"
This made him very angry. "WHAT?"
Instantly, she regretted it. "I'm sorry, Beast Boy, I didn't mean – "
"How dare you! You don't – you don't even – just shut up, okay?" he yelled. "This isn't your rule anymore, Terra. I'm not totally obsessed with you. You don't know everything about me so don't even try!" She cringed. "You just spent about five months in that rock statue thing, and you come out thinking you know everything! You traitor, you shut up! Stop thinking you know it all, stop thinking that you and I are going to be together, because if you keep acting like a traitorous jerk, then we can't even be friends." He stood up and opened the door. She knew what it meant. She left.
As she stood outside the door, he said, "And leave Raven out of it."
The door slammed in her face.
I am so sorry.
I thought it would be all right, maybe – just maybe, he would understand, but now I see that I was so wrong.
He never forgave me. He just yelled at me. The worst part is, I deserved every word of what he said. He got it right. I'm a traitor. Maybe I've never belonged to anywhere. Especially not here.
Ana and I should go back home, to Markovia. That's our home. She's the rightful ruler, heir to the Markovian throne and the royal family's fortune. We can rebuild, make Markovia greater than it ever was. We can resurrect the towers, the palace, the entire city.
But . . .
Is Markovia worth rebuilding?
"Terra."
The voice came from a dark room as she made her way to her room. She half expected to see something freaky. Then she saw who it was and shook her head. "Go away, Raven."
She laughed softly. "I never thought I'd hear that from you." The half-demon teleported herself right in front of Terra. "You have to listen to me."
"What?" She just wanted to push Raven aside. "It's your fault, you know," she babbled. "It's your fault he did that, if it weren't for you that never would have happened."
Before she could say anything else, the other girl raised one hand. "Terra, I know this is probably not a good time, but I need to talk to you about your sister."
Now, she stopped. Swallowing hard she said, "About Sierra?"
"Yeah." Raven took her and guided her into the nearest room. It was very dark. A black-covered bed was at one end, and bookshelves lined the walls. It took a moment for Terra to realize that she was in Raven's room. Raven sat her down on the bed. "Okay." She took a deep breath. "Do you know what languages Ana learned before she left Markovia?"
The question struck wonder in Terra's brain. "Well, she knew Markovian, and Russian, because that was our biggest neighbor," she said slowly. "I think she was learning French and Spanish when Markovia was destroyed."
"But did she learn English?" Raven asked desperately.
The blonde girl thought for a minute. "I don't think so."
"Where was she afterwards?" she said quickly.
Terra shot Raven a warning look. "Why does it matter?" she asked suspiciously. "Why are you asking me all these questions?"
She drew back. The empathy had been leaning closer to Terra's face. "I – think I need to get Beast Boy."
After what had just happened? Terra's face was as red as a tomato. Raven, however, didn't seem to notice. She left the room and came back with a very pissed-off-looking Beast Boy in tow. "We have – something to tell you," she said hesitantly.
Cutting her off, Beast Boy said, "We have a reason to think you sister could betray us."
Rory: Ooh. The spooky-ness!
Tria: Beh?
Rory: Shut up.
Tria: You interrupted me eating my chocolate ice cream!l
Rory: I don't care. Now go away.
Tria: Ugh. You-you called me! Over here! WHYYYYY! God, leave me alone::Stomps off:
Rory::Watches: Huh. There. :Sticks out tongue: I wanted to bother her . . . Anyways, please review! It would make my crummy day! My best friend is moving to IDAHO! NOBODY lives in Idaho! Just potatoes!
(I mean no disrespect if you live in Idaho. I am merely ranting out my anger.)
