Preveiw to volume three, Baby Of Mine
1. There was blood! That Rowan could see immediately. She scanned the area, she wasn't sure where it was, and saw bodies dotting every inch of the ground. A smile crossed her lips, her mind not in control of the action. Her mind was crying out in pain, calling for her sister, but no one answered. "Raven help me!" she cried into the darkness and silence. "Raven, end it please! I don't want to hurt people anymore!"
"Raven!" Rowan jerked herself awake with a scream and reached out her hand. She heard Raven's voice say, "Terra move," as her hand met with her sisters. Raven pulled her into her lap and soothed her tears, rocking her slowly back and forth.
"It's ok, baby. It was just a nightmare. Shhhhhhhhh, it's alright."
"It wasn't just a nightmare," she cried hysterically. Hearing her tone of voice, Robin suddenly became alarmed. Rowan, much like her sister, had a tendency to keep a cool head in the face of danger. Rowan was younger and prone to loose herself for a few moments, but he had never seen her so hysterical. Rowan had regained some control of her terror as Raven whispered gently.
"What happened, baby?"
"I was standing, there was blood…and…I don't remember." She looked panicked at her sister. "Sister, I'm scared."
"Shhhhhhh," not another word was said, but Rowan refused to go back to sleep. She refused to be pacified. Raven stayed in the back with the small child, lost in her own thoughts. It's happening, she thought. It has begun. Her life is coming to an end, and she has no idea why.
2. Just as Raven had convinced herself that Rowan would be fine, and was about to drift off to sleep, she felt a slight weight on her feet. She opened her eyes to see Quon crouched at the foot of the bed, her hot pink hair disheveled with sleep and her crimson eyes heavy with worry. "What is it, Quon?" she asked, using her best sisterly voice she could muster for someone other then Rowan at three in the morning. Quon was shivering.
"I think something's wrong with Rowan. She's having a bad dream. She was yelling for you in her sleep." Raven jumped out of the bed and pulled her robe around her, mostly out of habit considering that she lived in a house with three hormone-crazed teenage boys. Starfire stirred slightly and Raven told her that she was going to check on Rowan.
Quon led Raven down the stairs and across the hall and into her bedroom. Rowan was lying on the couch in front of Quon's tossing and turning, crying for Raven. "Shhh sister. It's alright. Shhh baby." Rowan pulled away in her sleep. "She won't wake up," Raven said slightly panicked. "Rowan," she shook her a few times, but Rowan refused to regain consciousness. She felt Quon's pale hand on her shoulder as the small girl touched her wrist to Rowan's forehead. Rowan's eyes shot open and she looked around wildly until she appeared to get her bearings. She saw Raven, and, gasping, she clung to her desperately, like a drowning soul. Raven looked at Quon to see the child jerk her hand behind her back, but not before Raven saw the rapidly healing cut across her wrist and she sharp piece of glass in her hand. "Quon, sweetie are you-"
"I'm fine, Raven," she said tolerantly. "My blood is…very powerful. It can heal…and…destroy." Raven looked questioningly at the girl. "Your sister has a lot of undiscovered darkness in her mind. You should let her sleep with you at night. She won't have nightmares when she's with you."
3. "Hey…Bumble bee, do you have any pencil and paper I can borrow?"
"Sure baby, why?"
"I just feel like drawing." Rowan took a piece of paper out of the printer and borrowed a pencil from the desk. She sat on the couch and began to draw. Robin and Bumble Bee continued their conversation.
"Anyway, Mammoth is very strong and Gizmo is very handy with electronics. See-More has laser vision but, other then seeing up your skirt, it's not all that useful." Bumble Bee blushed. She sought to change the subject.
"What are you drawing, sweetie?" Rowan shrugged, but didn't look up from her sketch. Raven looked over her shoulder and gasped.
"Where did you see that?" She demanded.
"He was in my dream." Rowan said. Raven could feel her heartbeat quicken.
"What did he do in your dream?" she asked, forcing her voice to remain calm.
"He yelled. I don't remember what. His voice was really deep and harsh. The picture makes a chill run up my spine. I think he's evil, maybe an demon."
"You have no idea," Raven muttered.
"Hey Rowan," Quon said softly, "why don't we go for a walk before breakfast?"
"Ok, coming." Rowan placed the picture face down on the coffee table before she darted out the door. Raven picked it up the drawing and turned it over, a chill wracking her body.
"Raven, are you alright?" Robin asked. Raven forced herself to nod. She looked at the picture again. How could she know? She's never seen him before. She crumpled up the picture and threw it in the trash, it's image burned into her mind. That demon that Rowan drew, the one from her dreams, was Trigon, Raven and Rowan's father. The one who would ultimately destroy the world, using either her, or her sister, whichever one didn't fail.