Author's Note: Two more reveiws! Woot! Wow, thank you. I wrote most of this while I had an ear infection, so forgive me if the style is different. I was feeling pretty crappy, but I do beleive the writing is better. Okay, now it's time for me to reply to your reveiws. If you don't want to read them, just skip over them, of course.

WickedWitchoftheSC: aw, it's not too sad is it? well, it's a little sad. but it'll get happier. eventually.

Sally: Actually, I got this idea from a dream I had. Creepy, right? I had a dream about being in hell, and it was werid cause no matter how hard I tried I couldn't wake up. Ah! I just threw the TTs in and ta da! Eternity!

And now...your feature presentation...

E t e r n i t y
Brown

Robin was in an understandable dark mood. Trigon had, with threats to return, left the city. Robin had a terrible feeling. He didn't know if there was any significance to the new colors of the far-away city; it was no longer vivid. It was viewed in brown tones, like an old-fashioned sepia photo. Sound ceased to exist; the city no long offered the soft, muted mumbling. As he stood, he turned around completely. Bits of glass fell from tumbled parts of the Tower. It, too, ceased to exist.

"Everything's gone," he whispered, hoping, wishing, praying it was a dream gone awry.

"Sometimes that happens," reply a gentle - and unexpected - voice. Robin spun around, clutching his broken arm to his chest and wincing; his ankle was sprained.

"Who are you? Where are you?" he asked, studying the plaster and shattered glass. He added, "What are you?" just for caution. Still, no matter how hard he looked no one appeared. He carefully kept his gaze away from the bodies of his friends. Looking at them would only make him more depressed, if it was possible.

The voice came from every direction at once. "I am not what you think I am, nor am I where you think I am."

Wearily, Robin sank back to the ground, sighing a little. "I don't have time for riddles," he told the voice. "Show yourself or go away." Maybe if this person - if it was a person, of course - left or did whatever it had to do to be quiet, Robin could puzzle out how he was to commit suicide. Why shouldn't he? His friends were dead, the city was already destroyed, and, besides, Trigon would be sure to kill him anyway. He had no reason to stay alive. The air in front of him shimmered, blurring the buildings and ocean he had been watching until the shimmering became someone solid, a woman dressed in the brown coulour that had set over the city. The woman was beautiful, her dark brown hair reaching to her waist, her black, observant eyes quick to glance at the city, her pale skin harmonious with the rest of her body. She would be able to look Robin in the eye if she was just a few inches taller. Her dress was long, something someone would see in fantasies about dragons and knights. This woman could be the princess locked away in a tower. Robin's jaw dropped. Starfire was enough to take his breath away, but this woman...she was perfect in face and form.

"Who are you?"

The woman slowly turned to Robin, an expression on her face that told of thoughtfulness. "I suppose you could call me Faye," she said, her eyes still on Robin. She was full of regal formality, curtsying and nodding her head. Robin wondered just where she had come from. "I am here to save you," she said suddenly. He was about to protest, but she kept him from it by saying, "Do no deny that you need my help. I can save you because I am no human."

That silenced any arguement Robin had. Her looked away from Faye to the city longingly. "Will I ever see the city or my friends again?"

Faye looked over his shoulder, following his gaze, then finally she looked back at him. "I suppose," she said, "that is up to you".

- - - - - - - - -

Raven knew what was happening to her. She stood in the Tower. It wasn't destroyed. It was just another day for the "Titans". That was the problem with Hell. It gave her normal days, then turned them into the most pain-filled experiences one could feel. At least, that was what her father had threatened, and he seemed to be right. It was just a normal day. She stayed in her room, with the door locked. At least, she thought, at least, I can try to just sit here. She knew that trying to stop something bad from happening was like trying to hold back a train with her bare hands, but she was going to attempt anyway.

A few wonderfully dull hours passed, and then someone knocked on her door. "Raven? You've been in your room all day. Are you alright?" Raven took a deep breath and stood. Her legs were shakeing. The walk from her bed to her door seemed the shortest it had ever been, the distance eaten away by her fears. She cracked her door open...

"I'm fine," she informed the "Titans". They all stood looking worried by her door, Robin with a frown, Cyborg leaning forward slightly, Starfire with her hands clasped together, and Beast Boy grinning a sort of "I hope you get better soon" grin. It was so typical of all of the Titans that she almost lost herself. They aren't real. They aren't real, she kept reminding herself over and over. "Just a cold. I think I'll do better in my room." She shut the door on the quickly.

"Hey! Raven!" It didn't matter who shouted it. They walked away.

A matter of several days passed in this manner, with only an occansional trip to the kitchen so Raven could get food. She had thought that being dead, she didn't need it. But her body was convencied otherwise.

All of the Titans acted and looked normal, so that by the time a month had passed, Raven had disregarded any notion of Hell. It was a frigid morning, the winter air crisk enough to crack into two. Raven was on the couch, quietly cheering Beast Boy and Cyborg as they battled on some dumb video game. She was in an unexplainable, extrodinary good mood. Cold sometimes did that to her. Trigon had always hated it. As soon as the thought was out of her mind, a deep rumbling laughter filled her head. She gasped, shooting up from the couch. Cyborg looked at her without compassion.

"What was that? You seem to know."

"No, I..." She did know, didn't she?

Beast Boy glanced at Cyborg and then at Raven, trying his very best to imatate Cyborg's stare but his face just wasn't cut out for it. He looked like he was about to throw up. Raven wanted to laugh. It was at that point that Robin and Starfire walked into the room.

"Friends, did you hear the evil laughtor too?"

"Yeah, an' I think Raven knows what it is."

"I hope you aren't right, Cy." Robin faced Raven. "So, what is it?"

She conflicted with herself. If she told them, they would question how she knew Trigon. If she didn't tell them, claiming to not know, they could wonder why she had acted so afraid.

"I don't know." The words were easy to say. Much easier than admitting that she knew that her father was a demon.

The Titans didn't drop it. "Why'd you jump up?" Beast Boy asked.

"It was..." Raven searched for the right word..."frightening."

Disbeleiving expressions covered everyone's face. Raven kept herself from wincing. Frightening? What had she been thinking? At that moment, into the windows jumped soliders covered in flame. They weren't hurt by the flames that should have killed them. Their swords had an even greater fire on them, a fire so bright it hurt to look at. They jumped for Raven, ignoring the other baffled Titans. She tried to stop them by making a sheild, but her powers weren't working.

That deep, rumbling laughter started again. My daughter is going to join me. She is going to help me destroy you.

"Run!" Raven begged of the Titans. "Please, run!"

"Was this planned Raven?"

"You've betrayed us!"

"No, no, no!"

"Friend Raven, I can't beleive it!"

She watched helplessly as her power aided her father in killing her friends, who were all staring hatred at Raven.

You are granted a miracle, Daughter of Trigon, but you will come back, you, the Eternal Flameless. Raven cringed at the title. Forever without hope. She was pulled from the flood of self-hatred and self-doubt, but some of it seemed to stick.

Beast Boy's dim outline. Had he gone to the Higher Place? It didn't seem possible. Everyone had their demons that dragged them to Hell.

"Raven!" His words were muffled, but now he was sharp and vivid. Vaguely she wondered if she looked bloodied and beaten. She hadn't been through anything that hurt her pysically, but dark lines under her eyes must have shown. Beast Boy looked sad.

Even so, she smiled faintly and replyed, "Hey."

Beast Boy took a cautious step toward her. Is he afraid of me? she wondered. Hell hadn't offered that secnerio, and she didn't want it. Having them hate her was really too much. Hell had opened a new pain. A miracle? Is that what they changed scences? Raven turned away from Beast Boy. Ignorance was bliss.

- - - - - - - -

Beast Boy flinched as Raven turned away.

"Rae?" She didn't react to the nickname. Normally she would at least glare at him. "Raven, are you..." He hoped she hadn't forgotten him. Kaizoku had failed to tell Beast Boy what memories Raven had managed to hold on to. "Are you okay?"

"Please leave me alone," she said, very quietly. "I want no more of this, of you, of Cyborg, or Star or Robin."

"Raven," Beast Boy nearly exclaimed, coming to stand an arm's length away. "You're okay. Do you remember me? I'm Beast Boy," he said slowly, dragging out his name.

Raven turned her head to look at him sourly. "Maybe you're really Beast Boy." She didn't bother to ask any questions or move.

"Of course I am." He shifted weight from foot to foot nervously.

Suddenly, Raven pivoted and lunged at Beast Boy. He let out a short gasp of surprize. She was hugging him. This had happened before hadn't it? Only when she was hurt enough to hug him, though. He hesitated; he wanted to hug back but at what price? She was going back to Hell. How much pain would she go through for that hug? He was relieved when she pulled away. Raven managed a weak grin, but it fell soon.

"What're you doing here?" she asked.

"I dunno," he mumbled, supressing the urge to act cheery and tell a joke. She was going to go to Hell. The price of a cheerful word was too high.

They sat together in silence after that, but when Beast Boy glanced at Raven he saw her smiling subtley at him.

- - - - - - - -

Starfire felt cold. If only someone could help her. Robin could help me, she thought, then instantly wondered who Robin was and what had driven her to think something so hopeful about someone she didn't know. Thought did that to her alot now - made her have flashes of memories that were not hers. She looked down at the ropes that bound her to the rock. It was just above the chilling ocean. The ropes could be seen underneath her skin. They had become a part of her...or had she become a part of them? She couldn't remember how long she had been tied to the rock, but it felt like a very long time. Her hair had grown to her hips and her legs had become longer. And, of course, her skin had grown over and around the ropes. Starfire looked up to a steel-grey sky. Sometimes, only sometimes, the sky would flash with hues of brown.

Author's Note: (again) Reviews are appreciated. Please, please tell me what I need to do to get better. Am I using a certain word too much? Am I not describing enough? Help wanted!