Just so you know I have no idea if the facts I put in this are true, I've just made them up and it sounds plausible. So I apologise if this doesn't match up with some things someone ELSE has written.

Not much is known about us before we became big crime fighters. But I believe it is there that my story begins…the day I arrived to a strange blue planet called 'Earth', trying to get away from the one person who made my life a misery-my father.

I've always had issues with him, even before I came here. But I was never prepared to accept my heritage, and no one even tried to prepare me for it. My mother wanted to, knew she had to, before I did something terrible. But I was never allowed to know. My father believed I was meant to discover these things on my own, that I had everything too easily. But I never did. My days were filled with childish joy and expectation, never knowing of the horrors that lay just beyond my front door. Never even knowing the devastation I could cause within my own skin. And nobody to tell me what would happen…or what was happening.

My mother was always cold, the hugs and kisses bestowed upon me were never warm or filled with love. She never comforted when I injured myself, never seemed to try. I never once saw her weep, heard her shout, felt her anger. But while some may have revelled in this freedom, I never could. While Mother never felt anything towards me, my father had just one emotion…pure unresolved rage. Towards me, our neighbours, everyone. Any freedom I got from lack of emotion on my mother's part, was quickly checked on the part of my father. She listened, he punished. She pleaded with him to calm down, but in a way that made me think she didn't really care. But I didn't find out why this was until it was too late.

Mother died, still as cold and unloving as ever. And I didn't really care. That sounds terrible on paper, but I didn't. I didn't know her. She never opened her heart to me, never talked, never hugged. And in my own childish rebellion, I said I didn't care. It was only after she had gone that I realised just how much she did care. Any injuries I received, I had to treat myself. My father would never hug me, coldly or otherwise. I missed them at first, but gradually forgot what they felt like. And as I hit what humans call 'teenage years', I learned about my mother. I found out about her, and why she never seemed to care.

A birthday is always met with excitement, my friends have taught me that. When I was young, I felt that way. But when I reached 13, the day was met with heartache and pain. I had eaten a meal, alone, and was so alone I was miserable. And each bite I took, the pain increased until my eyes filled with tears. I would have gladly cried, letting all the pent up emotions and misery I had been feeling with my mother's death…I would have gladly let it all out. And I would have, had not the remaining few bites of my dinner suddenly exploded in my face. I was convinced my father had done it, but he was no where to be seen. And the fear that began to build, caused the plate to smash. I was afraid, of what was happening, everything. And while I was scared, I found myself in my mother's room, her scent still detectable in the air. A closed book lay on her bed…what she was reading the day she…

I lifted it, wanting the owner to come back to me. But she never would. She did that night though. Through the letter slipped in the book. Addressed to me and no one else. I still remember the wonder and joy of seeing her writing in the pages, the confusion of this. Our planet was highly advanced, why write? It was practically Dark Ages! But I would find out, as the envelope opened, and I lifted the pages out, smoothing the crumples, and sitting down to read.

'My darling Raven,

By now I'm gone, as I always knew I would be. It comes with the heritage of being within this family. But I sincerely hope it never happens to you my dearest girl.

But one part you can never avoid and this is what I must warn you about. Your father thinks you should discover on your own, but I couldn't cope when it was my turn. I only want you to avoid the pain and suffering I caused, to my self and those around me.

I realise this seems incredibly strange and cheesy (I smiled here. Mother had picked up one or two earth phrases which she only used within my earshot.) but it's the only way I can tell you without hurting your father or you. Raven, you have always been the bright point of my life. I have watched you grow from a babbling baby to a bright young girl, full of life and above all…emotion.

It is this that you must now be warned against. Raven, I could not feel emotion, and now neither can you! I know this sounds terrible, but think about it. When did I shout or become angry when you misbehaved? When did I hug you close and hold you there until you pushed away? When? I couldn't, because I had a power, bigger than you could ever imagine. I was more powerful than anyone I knew, and with just three words, I could lift heavy object with a black light. I could contain things within a force field, protecting people and things around me. I could hover, I could control and I could sense. It was an incredible gift pet, but it came at a price.

With this power, came no limit. If I was angry or sad, the powers grew. No matter what I felt, the more I felt the more powerful I became…and the less I could control it. Things exploded or melted around me. Objects bent out of shape, people were hurt or traumatised by the darkness I weaved. I could never feel rage, misery or joy. And when you came along, I was almost never with you, as I feared I would hurt you. My heart was filled with just so much love for you. And for this, I'm sorry for anything I ever did to make you feel unloved.

This power has been passed onto you my dear, whether you like it or not. It's part of who you are. So I will leave you with some advice and caution.

ALWAYS keep calm. Find something that helps if you can. For me, it was meditating. For your grandmother, it was cooking (or so she told me). For you, it may be different. But to help you, I have left my mirror. Only use it when you are completely calm and feel you have control over both your powers and emotions. When you are, look at it. From there, you are on your own. Different people find different things and different ways of getting out.

Keep yourself secluded during these first few months. They are the toughest ones. All your emotion must be ignored and serenity and keeping calm is the only way to deal with them. You may lose friends, but it is to be expected. It is better to lose friends than to kill them.

Finally, the words to trigger your gift. They are Azarath, Metrion, Zintos. Only say them when you feel you should use them, otherwise never mention them together.

Never forget that I loved you…'

Here the letter trailed off. But it explained everything I needed to know. I knew the theory, but was unsure if I could practise it. From here…I was on my own.

A/N

As several people have wanted to know, this is hopefully, going to be a short story about Raven. Hopefully it will tell you (my version of) her past, and what happened to make her write this down. So enjoy and I'll update when possible!