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The breeze brushed across her skin. She enjoyed that and the sound of silence. Why her mother worried about her when they went to the park, she didn't know. The sky of Azarath was brighten by the sun. This added to her enjoyment of the breeze and silence.

However this silence was broken by medley being played. It started out sweet and smoothing then a badly played note would wreck the whole medley. Yet it should start up again only to be wrecked by the same badly played note.

Her curiosity led away from the protective graze of her mother to a wall. Laying on top of the wall was the flute player with his back against a pillar. He held the flute to his right. His fingers danced on the holes. It was a simply dance and rhythm to them until that one note would screw him up.

He stopped. Turning the shaft towards his eyes, he stared at it trying to figure out what was producing that bad note.

"Maybe it isn't the flute, but the flute player," she said.

This got his attention. Turning, he sat allowing his legs to dangle from the edge of the wall. Placing the flute on his lap, his blue eyes stared at her.

"So you're a flute expert," he remarked.

"I know when one's being misplayed."

"So flute expert what to call you?"

"Raven and you?"

Before he could answer, the beeping from the jet's computer woke her from the dream. Opening her eyes watched as the scanner indicted her arrival to Dr. Fate's Tower was almost done. The autopilot did its job by bringing her here. Now landing, that was her problem.

Normally she would've used her power of flight, but it would've been a waste of energy. Taking the T-jet for personal use was out of the question. She was lucky Cyborg gave her the use of the mini-jet. This was something she had to do by herself.

"He had no emotion," she thought.

Yet the teachings of Azar didn't seem to fit him. Only person with authority on magic she knew other then her, was Dr. Fate at lest he could point her in the right direction.

Gripping the controls as the jet hovered, "Should've have used my powers," she thought.

Her knowledge of piloting jets was limited. She crashed during a flight simulation while trying to land it. With wings turned up, the jet engines slowed her descent to the ground. Her seat belt kept her head from hitting the console.

The wheels touched the ground. The engines were off. The canopy slid back. Unbuckling her seat belt and leaving her communicator behind, climbed down the ladder. Dr. Fate's Tower was within walking distance and she needed to walk.

Dr. Fate's Tower stood like a needle poking out of the ground. No doors or windows appeared on the surface. Visitors had to ask to enter couldn't just barge in unannounced.

Standing before a blank wall, she rapped her knuckles against the surface of the tower.

"I'm here to see the master of the tower," she announced.

Light blazed from the wall. From the light, a woman appeared.

"My husband is too busy for visitors, Raven," she said, "Please came back another time."

"I need to know about Rath Lee, Lyta."

"Enter."

Entering the light, it dimmed out, leaving behind a wall.

Walking down a hallway, Raven felt the ancient emotion seeping from the cracks.

"Stay here," Lyta said motioning towards a doorway.

Raven entered the room. Chairs by the fireplace, a way to make guests comfortable along with a tea set on a coffee table.

"Hector will be with you soon."

On the table, tea was prepared. It was the brand that she drank. She wasn't in the mood for tea.

"Drink some tea," came from behind her, "must not let go to waste."

Turning, her graze was on Dr. Fate. He wasn't wearing his golden helmet along with his cape. A robe covered his blue uniform.

"Understand you are searching for information on a name."

"Rath Lee."

"Do not know a Rath Lee. However, the first name does stir up memories."

Sitting down, "Sit," motioning to a chair.

Raven did sitting across from Dr. Fate with tea table between them.

Pulling her hood back, "You know him?"

"One of my predecessors did know a Rath, however he disappeared after defeating a black dragon."

"What can you tell me about him?"

"Raven, you are asking for something that should stay dead. Tell me where you heard that before."

"It was the name of my rescuer."

"Sorry, Superboy for lying," she thought.

"Describe him."

"Blue eyes. Dressed in black. Wide-brim hat. Satchel bag. Scar slightly at an angle over his right eye down his forehead."

Rubbing his chin, he said, "Possible he lives. He was powerful enough to find way of returning."

He added, "You must understand. There is not much to tell. Before dying, Merlin trained a young boy. He was Rath Mist. There's not much left."

"What about his parents?"

"Merlin never said," looking at an hourglass, "It is late," standing up, "You can stay the night."

Fatigue washed over her body. Cyborg knew her location. If she was needed, they could connect her.

Standing up, she replied, "As long the room isn't cheerful."

From the enchanted mirror, Fate and Lyta watched the sleeping Raven.

"To think her father would use her for evil," said Lyta.

"Compared to some she has it easy."

"Rath Mist?"

"Yes, both his parents tried to make him a Kwisatz Haderach. Forcing Merlin to kill them both."

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"She has more to worry then dead ghosts. If Rath has come back, she will need her strength and the Titans."

"He wouldn't hurt her, would he?"

"No different than a snake bite."

"What can we do?"

"Let her sleep."

As Raven slept, Rath was half around the world in a temple in the Himalayans. How he got there? He didn't know. Walking across the street in San Francisco, next a temple on a mountain ledge before you, how can one explain this? He didn't try besides the monks were generous for letting him to stay.

Stripped waist down and cross-legged he meditated. Breathing with a soft-belly, memories flooded through his mind. They were of another time, another place, another body.

"Staying focus," said a familiar voice, "are we."

Opening his eyes, sitting across from him was Rath Mist. Rath Lee knew it was him. It was like looking into mirror. The older self staring at the younger self, it could drive one mad. Rath Lee was used it.

"Hello, Mist."

"Well Lee, why am I here?"

"Questions about this universe."

"Rath, you know that the answers will eventually come."

"I have no memory of my past here."

"Because the universe has not caught up with you yet. When adding a new thread to the weave, it takes awhile for a pattern to form."

"I still can remember everything."

"Everything?"

"K-Rath, Baywolf, Nighthawk. Even falling into the Singularity."

"Obviously the Singularity messed with your mind. Eventually the doors will start closing. Still have the book?"

"Yes."

"There's something else. Isn't there?"

"A woman."

"That quickly? You've been here for couple days and already you found your mate? Boy, the universe works quickly. What's her name?"

"Raven."

"What do you know about her?"

"She's a hybrid of human and demon."

"Are you sure?"

"Same feeling like Kate."

"That's what the universe dealt to you. Keep playing the hand."

"Wish I knew my past."

"Don't worry. Train and don't be surprised how things work themselves out."

Sighing, Rath Lee said, "We're right."

"Good. Now remember Raven must choose to go with you. Can't force her and live with the chose she makes."

"And Nighthawk."

"Can't tell, don't know his part in this. He might not show up then he might."

"Wait and see."

"One of the few time honored advices there is."

"That and just play the hand that is dealt."

"Correct."

Rath Lee watched as his visitor slowly faded away. He did live up to his name.

Rath made his decision. San Francisco was his next port of call as soon as he figures out how he teleported in the first place.