Author's Note: Well, I didn't get as many reviews as I might have hoped, but I do appreciate the ones I got. I'll be updating as frequently as I can. I'm working on my own, from scratch, vampire/changeling/lycan/elemental/human RPG and it's a serious undertaking. Plus my other fanfictions and my own novels at home that will never see light of day until they are in BOOK form. No internet for them. Anyways, enough of my ramblings.

AriesFalcon: Hello again, my friend! I will try to read some of your stories soon. I'm glad you liked it so far, but yes, it's going to be a multi-chapter fic. This is sort of like Raven's journal, but all addressed to Malchior.

evilsangle: Another of my old reviewers! Yes, here's another chapter. I hope you like!

StarStar16: Hey KelBel! Yeah, hbp was good. It sucks that Dumbledore died, however. I like that old man. Anyways, tell me what you think. You writing anything lately?

Dear Malchior (Saturday, October 23),

I woke up this morning, meditated, made my way downstairs, ate breakfast, trained with the others, stopped the criminals, went to my room, meditated again, and then took off my cape. Beyond these pointless letters to you, my day was completely normal, as usual.

That doesn't mean I've forgiven you. It means I've moved on, and I hate you even more.

It was never about you anyways.

Even as emotionless and cynical as I am, I found it hard to keep from laughing at Robin when he complimented me on how well I'm pulling myself together after all I've been through in the past few weeks. For one so brilliant, Robin can be immeasurably ignorant.

"You're not letting this get to you. You're not letting it make you miserable. You're moving on and you're in complete control of your powers." He smiled that almost condescending, approving smile as he spoke to me. "I think that's great."

I didn't have a chance to respond, however, as he had to run off to make Beast Boy stop playing with the lasers. One day that little changeling is going to get himself killed, and I hope I don't have to be there to witness it when it happens. Beast Boy is a pain in the neck, as you know well (or, at least, that's what I told you. You may have just been pretending to listen), but he's like my little brother. My little brother that I might accidentally strangle one day.

Cyborg seems to be the only one who doesn't buy into my recovery. He pulled me aside earlier, asking after my well-being.

"Are you sure you're okay? You took it pretty hard after Malchior was put back in the book, and when he was around that seemed to be the happiest you've ever been. Your cloak turned to black for a while, Rae! I've been inside your head, girl, I know that means depression. It just turned back to blue yesterday." He regarded me suspiciously with his cyber-tronic eye.

"That should tell you that I'm fine."

"It should, but it doesn't."

"Don't worry about me, Cyborg. I promise you, Malchior was a mistake I will never make again." I turned to walk away, but he put a hand on my shoulder, causing me to stop in mid-step. Malchior, I almost threw him against the wall by accident. I don't like to be touched, much less stopped.

"He made the mistake, Rae. Not you."

Their concerns, if they have any, are not worth it. They should take the attitude that Starfire has taken. She seemed overwhelmingly happy by my willingness to join the group in the madness of what they called "breakfast brunch explosion". It was the first time in about two weeks I had done anything else besides fight with them, train with them, and stay in my room.

I was acting as distant as I normally do, for their protection alone. Yet somehow they feel that it was something more. They don't seem to realize my misery has always been this way.

You were the only time I was ever truly happy.

--Raven