PROFACY FOUND.
I DO NOT OWN THE TEEN TITANS…OR A SWORD.
Trigon is looming over his daughter; she is powerless to stop him. She tries her spells, but to no avail. And her father is about to cleave her with his terrible axe, but his hit never lands. A hand is seen and it grabs the axe's haft. Then raven woke up, but she had a feeling that the teen that saved her looked strangely familiar.
"It was only a dream…" the dark girl reassured her self. And she got into her uniform and went to the living room, where she saw some one unexpected.
"Who are you?" asked the shocked raven.
"I am known as twilight, but I my self know not my true name," replied the teen. He was five foot eleven, and had the build of an elf. At his side was a curved sword with elven inscriptions.
"Do I know you" inquired the raven.