Author's Note: Well, now that I've seen The End 1 and 2 I'm going to continue with my own version. Hope you all will forgive the wait. Also, I am making a correction to chapter one. "Metreon will be changed to Metrion." Enjoy, R&R Flames not welcome but popsicles appreciated.
Disclaimer: If I owned the Titans I'd be rolling in cash.
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Serious as can be Raven stormed through the door. Coming into her room she used her powers to flip the switch casting a red hue upon the group of seven people. The door shut behind her and she summoned a book over to her. "Alright. I don't think I have the ability to learn all your names right now, and I don't care to." She said, coldly. "What I'm here to do is to teach you to access the power you have within."
"The first thing about spell work," she continued, examining her book for an easy spell to being with, "Is that it can always go wrong." Finding it, she scowled. Of course, perfect. "As such, I'll tell you now… anyone who doesn't have the guts to use it, bail out now." She raised her head to the group finally and examined all seven of her charges. Her face was stony, tough. Moments later when no one had left she relaxed. "Good. First lesson, accessing your soul self. Some of you may or may not even have access to your powers, and think I'm nuts for seeking you out. But trust me." The seven around her gasped as her eyes doubled and took on the dark red glow they sometimes did. "I know what I'm talking about."
Her gaze settled on all of them. "Have any of you even accessed your powers yet." To her dismay there was a large, gaping silence. "NONE OF YOU?" She yelled, her jaw dropping. No one, no one at all was speaking.
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And the pages came apart and I sensed, and I saw. The familiar voice spoke. "NO!" I watched the eyes examine me.
"Kill her." The owner said, coldly. I felt myself grinning darkly.
"Hello." I said quietly. Again, I was dropped to the ground.
"Just as I thought." The voice of the one who had released me spoke. "He reacted to you. Now, do you have any doubt, any at all?" I saw darkness only and then my pages opened, and I looked up at the hated hooded face.
"I was having a rough time with that one." The one called Raven said. And she laughed haughtily. It made my blood boil. Only I didn't exactly have blood. "He was convinced he had no magic at all. But I knew that if he did, you'd attempt to talk to him. Thank you, Malchior."
"You bi-" The pages slammed shut and I was hurtled through the air.
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"Now, if anyone else has any arguments, I have other ways of proving it, or you could all begin your meditation. Only through meditation will you access your soul self, and only through that can you hope to access your magic." She slipped into a sitting position and continued with her glare until the people formed a circle around her. There was, a large gap, but Raven was too irritated to mention it. Perhaps it was fate.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Go away." Raven said. "I'm busy… teaching." The last word rolled disdainfully off of her tongue.
"You forgot a student." The door opened to Robin, but he was not at all in his suit. This time he was in a black training gi and his mask only, his feet quiet bare, and, Raven noticed, quiet dirty. "May I join you, Mistress Raven?" He asked, bowing. It was all a formality of course.
"Take a seat in the unattended gap," She commanded, in something of a snappy voice. But no one failed to notice that it was quiet a bit softer, including Robin. She closed her eyes as Robin chanced a glance around the room and then dropped into a sitting position.
"Hands on your legs, open, palms upward. Later your thumb and pointer finger must be touching, but for now, palms open. And repeat after me." She took a deep breath, letting herself dive down, deep into the inner regions of her dark mind.
"Azerath Metrion Xinthos. Repeat it."
As one, they spoke. "Azerath Metrion Xinthos." Raven nodded.
"Good, Azerath is my home world, where one type of magic I'm going to teach you originates from. That mantra calls upon the power of Azerath. A brief translation is, 'Azerath, supply grace.'" She took a deep breath. It was ironic, she thought back, that her name was something the word meaning supply. Was that what she was? A supply for the use of her father?
The girl, Raven, the half Demoness, drew a deep breath. "Azerath, Metrion, Xinthos. Clear your mind, repeat." Then she abandoned her role as teacher completely and cast herself farther into her mind, and found it was occupied.
In her mind she stood, amidst a dark land. Small screens flew by, memories upon them, but they were NOT her memories. How did she know this? Well they were all of her! He head snapped around as she heard a cough. Robin was steps away seemingly entranced by passing images.
"Robin?"