A/N: Ugh, feeling like crap…
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Sweet scented candles burned on shelves, casting a dull light on the dark stone-walled room. The colors of the tapestries barely visible, a fireplace burned low, adding a little to the illumination. The room was lavishly furnished, but it's main occupant was books, shelves upon shelves of books. Work desks piled with books and parchment, filled with symbols and letters. Few desks held items, but these were always accompanied by more books. In fact, the only piece of furniture that suggested it was a bedroom and not a study, was the lavish bed standing in the very back corner, a bed which currently held more than one occupant.
Soft moans and contented sighs just barely broke the silence. Pale skin pressed together, thin, graceful arms curled around a lean yet toned torso, their skin with a slight gray tone to the pale, while the man's was more peach, normal. However, his hair was far from normal. It looked like each individual strand was made of pure silver, reflecting the smallest bit of light almost like a mirror, but moving freely as if it were real hair.
However, the oddity of this hair was well matched by the hair which belonged to the woman of whose breast he had laid his head upon. Longer than she was tall, it spread out everywhere, falling off the side of the bed and trailing along the floor a few paces, select locks of it also moved of their own accord at times. The woman herself had a very formidable look to her, the skin of her face was as smooth as marble, and looked as though it had been made that way for there were no wrinkles, no laugh marks, it hardly looked as though she moved her face at all. Her expression was almost emotionless, it was calm, collected, it appeared as though she were holding a child in her arms instead of her lover.
The latter shifted a little, raising himself up so that he could nuzzle her neck. "I'm not too heavy for you am I?" he whispered playfully.
The smallest, nearly unnoticeable of smiles curved the woman's lips as she opened her eyes only half way, "No." She answered, even her voice seemed to demand respect in its own collective fashion. "I'm not as physically fragile as I look." She told him.
He chuckled softly, "Of course." He said, nipping her neck.
The woman sighed heavily, "I suppose you'll be expecting this every night now?" She asked in an almost dreading tone.
"Must you sound like that? I thought you enjoyed it." He asked, pushing himself up so he could look into her eyes. Piercing royal violet ovals met deep blue orbs, looking put out and diminished.
"Oh it's enjoyable enough, but I have better things to do with my time. Such as sleep for one." She answered.
But he just chuckled, "Of course. But don't worry, my kind are definitely not as obsessed about this simple act of love and pleasure as humans are, and it's a lot more sacred to us as well. I still don't see how humans can just 'sleep around', it's really quite disgusting. We can be perfectly content with a bit of physical contact, just to know that there's love on the other side." He told her.
"Oh really? And exactly how many women have you slept with in your little dilly-dallying? Don't think I haven't heard about that." She said.
"Well, including you? One." He answered. She stared at him.
"If you're lying…"
"But I'm not! I assure you that while I did do the courting game, it never went past that. I was looking for someone to love, not someone to bed. While human males don't think much of an actual relationship most of the time, be certain that I do." He said, pressing his lips gently to hers for a moment.
"You just went looking for someone to love?" She asked. "That doesn't seem like how it's suppose to work."
"Well, if you don't look for something, how are you going to find it? Sure you might just come across it, but I prefer doing things in my time. After all, I don't know that I might have found you if I hadn't been specifically looking. I might have just passed you by without another thought in that market place, remember? When we first saw each other?" He asked her.
"I do. It was a good many years ago." She answered. "I was younger, and you were the same as you are now."
"Hnhn, you've aged slowly, though. But enough about that." He said. He pressed himself back down onto her, capturing her lips up in his once again. She kissed him back, her hand coming up to curve around his skull.
(A/N: I'd like to point out that this is not a lemon for those of you who are going to poke me in the ribs about it. If you'll notice I did not write out the sex, all you know is that it happened, okay? Okay. Also, this should be enough for those of you who are wanting me to write a lemon, because that's all you're getting so nya!)
Raven awoke with a start, panting and with her heart beating. But it was with a different sort of exertion, it felt as though she'd just come up for air after a particularly heated make-out session with Malchior like the one last night. "Oh gods." She whispered, massaging her temples. Ugh, that was some information she could have very well done without. But it was…strange. During her roll as Avelona, she'd felt so many emotions, such strong ones too, yet Avelona had not displayed them past returning the kiss…
Like she use to.
Raven rubbed her face with her hands, this was becoming a little much. So far she'd been able to tell herself, and insinuate, that she and Avelona shared the same soul, and that was it. They were different people. But now, especially after that dream, such a mindset was becoming hard to keep hold of. These dreams were feeling more and more as though she were regaining past memories instead of the memories of another entirely. She could remember her own particular thoughts, how Malorek's skin felt against her, the way he'd made her feel that her previous conceptions of her life were wrong when he kissed her.
But she knew it was only going to get worse. These things weren't going to go away, soon, she was going to remember everything. But when that happened, would she still be Raven? Or would she return to being Avelona? That thought was frightening, but at the same time, she doubted it. She was still herself as Dark Raven, why shouldn't the same apply with Avelona as well?
It was still a rather intimidating prospect, however, the more she found out about her past self's persona, the more she was reminded of herself before she met the Teen Titans. Had that not happened, that was probably how she would have grown up. Practically emotionless, barely smiling at all, and seeming reluctant to become apart of a relationship. After all, it had taken a few years for her to admit Malorek into her bed, obviously. And perhaps she was still that way to a certain extent, reluctant to engage in such an intimate activity, in spite of the fact that the demon part of her mind was trying to urge her into it. Though part of this was also that she would much rather wait until the two were one, because then she would not have the other (who would inevitably find out about it) trying to kill them. And she was scared, she couldn't get around that fact. Most teenage girls were able to look at it as no big deal, but for someone with her upbringing, it was.
Raven sighed and tried to flush these thoughts from her mind. After all, she didn't have to think about them right then, Malchior and Rorek weren't human men, for the zillionth time, and were 'perfectly content with a bit of physical contact, just to know there's love on the other side'. But then she heard a knock on her door. She turned over to check the time, and frowned. It was 3:00 in the morning, who was up, besides her?
She got up and crossed the room to her door, and opened it, finding Malchior, and Rorek standing there, odd expressions on their faces. They looked at each other for a moment, and Raven didn't need to ask. They'd had that dream as well. Nothing had to be said.
It was a still, confirming sort of silence, during which Malchior and Rorek were both looking and acting like a whole. Standing in the same position, blinking at the same times, and shifting the same way, and same time as well. It was almost like watching two dancers in perfect sync with each other, only that was a bit less…odd.
"Raven, can we," Rorek began.
"Just tonight could we," Malchior added.
"Come in?" They asked at the same time.
Raven shifted uncomfortably, "I…I don't know about this, I mean, two of you…" She half expected them to start fighting over who would leave, but they didn't.
Instead they frowned, gave each other a furtive glance, but turned back to her. "We know," Said Rorek.
"But we thought maybe if we…" Malchior trailed off.
"It might help the merging go faster." Rorek entered.
"We just want to be close." Malchior finished, stepping forward. Rorek did the same.
Raven bit her lip, "Alright, but just for tonight." She told them. Stepping aside to let them in, and then closing her door.
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When she awoke the next morning, it took Raven a moment to remember why she had an identical arm wrapped around her middle, whose owner was on each side of her, their heads resting against her neck. Her arms were sort of around them, spread out beneath their own necks so it was like they were laying on her, but not too much. It was an awkward moment, both of them there at the same time, but somehow it felt…right.
The sunlight that had woken her up seemed to be having the same effect on Malchior and Rorek. They stirred, so she tried to sit up, but found that wasn't going to be happening at that moment as they both pulled her back down at the same time. "And who said you could get up?" Malchior whispered tentatively, as he started to nibble his side of her neck while Rorek began kissing the other.
Raven involuntarily let out a contented sigh, she knew she shouldn't really be enjoying this, it was too odd, in a bad way, but how could she when it felt so right, so perfect? She began to rub their backs and shoulders at the same time with her arms. Rorek sighed and nuzzled her neck affectionately while Malchior groaned and shivered with pleasure at her touch. Rorek was the first to catch her lips up in his, but Malchior pretended as though he didn't notice and merely continued to kiss and nip at her neck. Rorek's hand merely moved up and down the waist opposite him, as Malchior's had moved up, and had begun tracing her bust line again with his thumb, though it was currently Rorek who received the benefits of her arousal at this.
Raven gently broke the kiss and began to squirm a bit. This was far too strange for her, how the heck was she suppose to keep up with them both at the same time! It was becoming too uncomfortable, no matter how 'right' it might feel.
"What's wrong?" Rorek whispered.
"I, I'm sorry, I can't do this." She answered in a hushed voice, pulling herself up. Rorek and Malchior both followed her lead. "It's just…one is enough, I can't, I can't do two at a time it's just not…I just can't." She told them.
"It's okay, we understand." Malchior assured, though he looked a bit put off.
"Yeah, imagine if this was the other way around." Rorek said.
Malchior shuddered, "Ah, no, let's not go there." He grimaced.
"Oh so it's alright for me to be in this situation and not you?" Raven asked.
"Good gods, Raven remember what we told you about dragons being strictly monogamous? We'd go mad!" Malchior exclaimed.
"By the way, Malchior, remember when you said that Avelona was no fun in bed? Exactly what were you comparing that to when, supposedly, you hadn't bedded anyone else, according to that dream?" Raven asked him, raising an eyebrow.
Malchior shifted uncomfortably on the subject, "Well, we had our friends' little stories and boastings to go by." He answered plainly, ignoring Rorek's dark look and not meeting Raven's eyes either. But she knew he was telling the truth, he just didn't like to be on that particular subject.
"It was…hard to tell sometimes…that she loved us." Rorek said soberly. Malchior nodded grimly. "That time, that dream…that was, I think, the first time we could really tell, the first time that there was absolutely no doubt she did, because we could feel it, in spite of her…self I guess."
It seemed the subject of the dream wasn't going to blow over, so Raven just sighed, "She did," She said, but then she paused, grimaced, and started over again, "I did, I could feel the emotions, she, I really did love you…a lot." She said, not meeting either of their eyes.
"We know." Rorek said, slipping his arms around her. Malchior joined in as well.
"I remember…the look on her face, I don't know what happened exactly, but I remember the last time we ever saw her, she thought we didn't love her anymore for some reason. Likely it was Judora's doing." Malchior added with a growl. "But…she displayed a real, unhindered emotion then." He said softly.
Rorek nodded, "I don't think we had ever seen her, you, actually cry like you had. I don't think you could tell Judora was behind it somehow." He said.
"So then I split you up and left, just like that?" Raven asked.
"No, I don't think so." Malchior said with a frown of consideration, "That memory, and the last memory I have of you seem…different, somehow. Like they happened at different times, and you weren't crying in one setting, so that might have been obvious." He then shivered, "I can remember the look you gave us then though, only thing I can really picture clearly of our whole self without any help."
"So…why?" Raven asked with a frown of her own, "If I split you up…and then left a time after…that doesn't make sense." She said.
"Yes it does." Malchior said, his eyes widening with what looked to be a sudden revelation, "Because when you split us up, Rorek stayed with you, and I went to Judora."
Both Raven and Rorek stared at him in surprise, though Rorek's expression resembled Malchior's. "What?" Raven gasped.
"Dragons are monogamous, but what if Avelona didn't really know that? What if we never exactly told her this and she never bothered to find out because it wasn't exactly important?" Malchior asked, "Judora wouldn't have been able to fully control the mind of a gray dragon, but she could have twisted it, forced me to feel an attraction for her as well. Avelona would have noticed, and we might have said something about it to her."
"But she wouldn't have listened, even if you knew that was what was happening." Raven said, "She would have blown up, she might not have even been able to control what she did, she might have been influenced by her demons or something, and it just happened. Though she wouldn't have worked to put things back, Rorek would have been the part of Malorek that still loved her and would never leave her. So she took him."
"But then you came back." Rorek said to Malchior. "Said something about being tricked and that you wanted Avona for yourself."
Malchior ran his fingers through his hair, "Of course I would have, I probably realized what was going on and broke Judora's hold over me. I guess I somehow managed to get away from her by being sneaky, because if neither of us could really defeat her on our own, I doubt it would have been much different back then. But then, she might have been weaker at the time." He considered.
"So instead of trying to explain this and getting Avelona to merge you back, you fought." Raven summarized.
"Ah, well, think of how I had been all those months ago when I tricked you into thinking I was a 'good wizard' and then broke your heart when I was freed. Now think of that, being worse. I don't believe I would have really wanted to merge back, all I cared about was that you were mine and Rorek was a very formidable road block." Malchior told her.
"But then, what of you?" Raven questioned Rorek.
"I might have been the more demure and timid side, but I wasn't just going to give you up. So far as I was concerned, he lost you the moment you separated us." He answered. He then screwed up his face in concentration, "I think we had many battles before you left, most of which only ended when you came onto the scene and blasted Malchior away with a few rather colorful words and threats."
"But then…what happened to make me leave?" She asked.
They both frowned and thought, "Judora, obviously, but…" Malchior considered.
"She might have used another spell, on both of us." Rorek pointed out.
Malchior nodded, "And if Avona still couldn't tell we were being controlled…"
They were all silent.
"Then she would have left," Raven began, "And gone back to her family. But if she never told Malorek about that place, then neither of you would have known where to find her. So far as you could tell, she disappeared, and was never seen again."
"But what about Judora? What happened afterwards?" Asked Rorek, trying his best to remember.
"Well, after that, we probably would have united long enough to break the spell and lash back at her." Malchior answered. "I guess we thought we killed her because after that, all I remember is us fighting against each other non-stop. The battles only ended when our bodies gave out and we couldn't continue."
"The destruction you caused would have justified both of you being sealed away. I think whoever organized it, if anyone did, eventually decided that Rorek was just as guilty, seeing as Malchior was sealed first for a while." Raven mused.
"So, we now know what happened, and why. I imagine the more we merge the more we will remember, and you've already begun having memories in the form of dreams. But now we know the basic story. What next?" Rorek asked.
"Next? Next we find Judora, and settle this once and for all." Raven answered with a final tone to her voice.
"But first we have to finish preparing the others, remember? We still have Starfire and Beast Boy." Malchior said.
Raven bit her lip, "Alright, I'll be doing Beast Boy next. I'd better prepare Zacroma." She said.
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Zacroma had been ready for this it seemed, after two times she appeared to be getting use to the ordeal, and had recovered rather quickly after a few potions and a bunch of Rorek's tea. Raven was also recovering quicker, but that was mostly because Malchior and Rorek had both contributed, and insisted she take more than she really wanted to. Beast Boy, on the other hand, was going to be bedridden for the rest of the day, and on till the next. However, he didn't seem to mind as it was Zacroma who, after recovering herself, was bringing up his food and such.
After that, Raven decided to join Cyborg in the training room, feeling that she had better continue to improve her body even though she no longer had Shenira's obstacle course to help. What she did have, was Robin's, which focused more on the ability to dodge things trying to attack you while jumping onto and over stuff. It wasn't what she was use to, so she had to put the level to its lowest and went ahead in strapping some extra weights to her wrists, ankles, and waist. She put on the spandex she'd used with Shenira, and started.
It was actually much easier than she had expected. While she wasn't too fast at dodging, Shenira's program seemed to have paid off more than she thought, and she was dancing around the higher spots without using her natural ability to fly.
Soon, though, she and Cyborg were joined by Starfire, who set up her practice area and began shooting her targets with the bow Raven made for her. Her targets being cheep balls that were thrown in all different directions by the machine. Then Malchior and Robin came in, Malchior holding one of his own swords, and Robin with the blood sword Raven made. However they didn't start practice for a while, both of them were staring at Raven almost transfixed. Malchior for obvious reasons, and Robin because she was actually getting through his obstacle course without too many problems, even though it was on the lowest level.
When Raven finished, she was panting and sweating, her hair (having been pulled back in a low ponytail) was sticking to her, but she wanted to go again. However the two black haired men watching her weren't going to get anything done if they didn't tear their eyes away. "Are you two going to practice fighting or staring at me?" She demanded.
"Oh I don't think I need to practice staring at you, I've pretty much mastered that. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop." Malchior said, his eyes twinkling with something she didn't exactly want to name.
Raven rolled her eyes, "Malchior! Refocus your attention on something more productive." She ordered, and at once wished she'd been more specific.
"Okay." He said. He looked away for a moment, and then the next thing she knew he was standing next to her, and had started licking the sweat droplets about her neck. SMACK! "GAH! Okay this training thing is working a little too well for you." Malchior grumbled, rubbing the red hand mark on his cheek as he walked, grudgingly back over to Robin, who was biting his lip to keep himself from laughing out loud.
Raven pressed a few buttons on the control module of the obstacle course and then began it again. It was a little easier the second time around, but she still came out of it panting and sweating more than she had. "I'm going to shower off." She called.
"I'll come with y—"
"NO!" Raven snapped before Malchior could even finish.
After she showered and dressed again, feeling refreshed and soar at the same time, the alarm went off. "I'll handle it." She called.
"I'll come with you." Robin offered.
"Alright let's go."
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"Are you sure this is the site?" Raven asked, surveying the building with a frown. There was nothing apparent on the outside, so whatever triggered the system would be inside, but she could sense nothing off at the moment, the place looked deserted, and quiet. Too quiet. Raven frowned, "Last few times we went somewhere and the situation wasn't obvious, we ended up—" She began, but she didn't get to finish her sentence as at that moment something hard and metal connected with her skull from behind. She had just enough time to see Robin drop to the ground beside her, before she lost her balance as well.
It didn't knock her out, but it sure as heck dazed her to the point that she couldn't gather herself up swiftly enough to get away from the bag she was being forced into, which would have confused her in the first place for now she was being smothered with something she was not 100 percent sure of, and then swung around.
By the time she had regained herself, she was being spilled out on the ground, head first, and found herself face down on a dusty floor. She spat and coughed, still feeling a little dazed. She brought her hand to her head where she'd been hit, and found something sticky there. Blood. "Ugh, you're going to pay for that." She growled, struggling to get up, but someone slammed his boot down on her back laughing, knocking the breath out of her. She coughed again and swore.
"Language, language," Said an unfamiliar voice, tisking her merrily, "Children shouldn't be swearing." He said.
"Hmph, guess I didn't hit her hard enough." Said a voice a ways away.
Raven raised her head to glare daggers at whoever their would-be captor was, and found, to her utter shock, a painted white face, red lips, green hair, long nose, and purple tailcoat. "The Joker? What the heck are you doing here!" She exclaimed, wheezing.
"Just dropping by to say hello to an old friend." He asked giving her his trademark smile. "Hello Roby boy!" He said going over to Robin, who was still out cold. "Oh dear me, he seems to be unconscious. Oh well! I suppose I'll have to wait until he wakes up then!" He then laughed aloud.
"You'll be dead by then." She growled. "Azarath Metriom Zynthos!" She exclaimed, fully intent on blasting the one who's leg was on top of her through the roof. But nothing happened.
The Joker came back and shook his finger at her, tisking, "Silly girl, did you really expect me to come all this way and not be prepared? I had expected the whole lot of you, think of my delight when it was just you and Wonder Boy over here. But, I digress, one of my precautions was to secure a no-magic-allowed field about this area. Took me a while to get the talisman I needed, but I managed it, don't you think. So therefore, no magic for youuuuuuu!" He taunted, and began laughing again.
Raven's temper was rising rapidly, she opened her mouth, fully intent upon saying something extremely rude (Malchior was rubbing off on her far too much), but then Robin stirred and moaned. Her attention shot to him, he tried to get up as well, but another thug stamped their foot on him, keeping him down.
"Why hello there! I was just talking to your charming little girlfriend here!" The Joker said, delighted.
Robin caughed, and couldn't stop the laugh, "Too bad Malchior wasn't here to hear you say that, he'd—" He began hoarsely, but then he looked up, and recognition shot into his expression, "You!" He exclaimed.
"Me!" The Joker replied joyfully. Not at all thrown by the mention of someone he most likely didn't know about.
"What the heck do you want, Joker!" He demanded.
"Hmmmm, well, I told this fine young lady that I wanted to say hi to you, but now that you mention it, I think the word 'bait' would work here as well! See, the Bat's not gonna take the kidnapping of his partner lying down, you know very well he'll come running to save your hide. He always does. So, when he comes, well, I don't think I need to spell it all out right now, but trust me it's one of those ridiculously elaborate schemes that will, in fact, work this time." The Joker answered.
Robin looked over at Raven, an eyebrow raised, "Why isn't he on the floor begging for mercy yet?" He asked.
"I'm getting to it." Raven growled, raising her hand back to her wound. The fact that she was going to have to transform just to handle a few humans was almost too embarrassing to take. Robin and Raven's words, however, triggered a round of laughter, and that did it. She was at the end of her rope. "Yes, mortals, laugh all you want, for it's the last thing you will be doing." Her demon voice hissed, and she began to pick herself up, completely ignoring the foot on her back as though it wasn't there. The blood was sucked back into her skin.
Dark Raven waved her hand at the one who's foot was still on Robin, and he was thrown back into his friends as Robin picked himself up as well. "Humans, I have to transform just to take care of a bunch of humans. Have you any idea how irritating this is?" She asked, looming over the Joker, who's expression had changed from amused delight to confusion and fear.
"I-I'm getting an idea." He peeped.
"I suppose I should commend you on your efforts, but we don't have time to get dragged into your pathetic little schemes." She said, picking him up, and bringing him over to a dark corner. "So, to teach you to never come back here again," She said, and then the rest of her sentence was punctuated by screams, which grew in volume and were pronounced with ripping and cracking sounds that made even Robin wince. However, when the Joker fell back into the light, he looked virtually unharmed, however, he was curled up in a fetal position and shivering, a look of terror on his face.
Raven walked into the light after him, looking like a dark, menacing creature, illuminated in just the right way that it was extra freaky, and her four eyes glowing in a rather amused way. "Think I'll gift wrap him and teleport him to the Gothum police station." She mused. She then looked up, and each and every one of the Joker's thugs dropped whatever weapons they had and raised their hands in the air.
"We'll come quietly!" Exclaimed one of them. Raven chuckled.
"I'm just not going to ask what you did." Robin said, staring avidly at the Joker, who was now sucking his thumb.
"Now to see about that talisman." Raven said with a glower, she raised her hand over him, and a string which had a jewel set in silver attached to the end came into it. She looked at it, and an expression of anger which had the thugs running for cover came onto her face. "I could have broke this thing's magic with a simple spell!" She cried in anger and frustration.
"Well, at least we know this had nothing to do with Judora, she'd likely have warned him, and given him a better talisman." Robin mused. "But now what do we do with them?" He asked.
Raven grinned, and the thugs cowered, "We can gift wrap them all and send them all to the Gothum police station." She said
A good many miles away in Gothum, the police station was shocked to suddenly find the Joker and his crew tied in ribbons, each supporting a large bow, and the Joker still sucking his thumb, mumbling something like "Mommy there's a monster in my closet and she has four eyes!" They also found a note attached to the Joker which read, "Tell Batman that he needs to keep up with his own super villains because we have enough on our hands at the moment without adding his enemies to our list. –The Teen Titans."
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A/N: Many apologies for the lateness of this chapter, but I've been undergoing a bit of stress, stress that has nothing to do with current happenings, if you know what I mean. Yes ladies, all of us are victims to this kind of stress.
Ahem, anyway, I thought putting the Joker in there would be funny, and then to have Raven do a Dr. Light on him while in demon form, heheheh.
Dark Ki: LOL! Heheheh, you know, if you need a place to hide you can hide with Jemerik in my horde which is hidden beneath my basement. Just watch out for attacking biting treasure chests and be sure to watch out for anything with eyes.
Samael Archon: (Holding a fork and a salt shaker) Sorry, no Jemerik here, but if you'd like to step inside and have a look see, you're welcome to it. heheh. Anyways, yeah, a proper hanging would probably do that. But who says them middle agers were concerned with making their victim-er, I mean their criminal's deaths painless? I keep hearing that it takes a while for the noose to work and for them to choke to death. So yeah. But I'll say 'my bad!' anyways because you're probably right too.
Miyu399: Uuuuuh, I really don't know about making a third one, my concentration is wavering as it is. I might later on though, we'll have to see.
Silverwinged-Raven: IIIIII'm not sure if I could really do that. Honestly, I'd have to take a bit too much from the origninal TT episode "spellbound" in order to explain it all. I mean, well, when I start writing my own books I might use the whole 'dragon split into two people' thing, because that idea is completely a totally mine. And I think you for your support. I'll be sure to poast a note up on my Bio on if I ever do get published, so you can check that to see. But it probably won't be for a while. I still have to finish this, and then finish an original story. So yeah. Thanks for the support. As for Zacroma, well, I really didn't think that needed to be explained, but her wings got cut off so it wouldn't be so obvious, that's why the scars are there. It would probably be a fairly touchy subject for her, so we didn't go into it.
Jack Inqu: Yes, they will be reappearing, don't worry. They have a good part to play in all of this, but I won't say anything else! As for Starfire's bow, well it protects her as well, like Robin's sword, and her blasts do become more powerful, but it can also cast the same spell that it was made from, only Starfire isn't exactly strong enough to use it. I don't think she'll ever do that though, there's a lot of stuff I need to cram into this, so that might never be explained. Oh well. Sorry!
...: Is that your name? Wow, how do you pronounce that? Or is that what you've collectively decided you all are to be named, hm, interest. Lol, j/k! But how am I suppose to respond when you don't have a proper name to go by? Oh well, I guess that works. As for the poems, well, Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven only has 18 stanzas, so I ran out of them after chapter 18. It kinda sucks too.
Untrustworthyangel: Usually, on a regular basis, I try to be nice, polite, and overall cheery to reviews that grind at my nerves and depress me so much I wonder if anything I do will ever be good enough for a novel, but this is not a good time, so I'm just going to say what's on my mind, and apologize in advance for it because I'm not in the right mind to properly respond. I STATED VERY CLEARLY IN THE A/NS OF 'SPELLBINDER' THAT MY SPELLING SUCKS, I SAID AT THE BOTTOM OF THE FIRST CHAPTER, I BELIEVE, THAT I KNOW THIS, AND I AM WORKING TO IMPROVE IT, BUT I NEVER CLAMED TO BE PERFECT, OKAY! And you know what? It's not a walk in the park getting chapters out every other day (this one being the only exception so far), I have to type pretty fast, but if you want me to take an extra day or two in updating to be sure I've gotten every single misspelled word and grammatical error. Which won't happen, because I cannot critique my own work very well, I am not good at catching some spelling errors, and sometimes the grammar I use is a result of modern ways of speaking, and from the stuff I've been reading as well. I know that in some instances, 'and' could have been removed because it's being used too many times, but I've come to see my coma usage as adding to the emotion of the text, though I will admit that I could do with some improving. I never clamed to be perfect, I'm not getting paid for this, and if I do ever become a writer like I want to so very badly, I will have an editor to help me with all of that. For now, I like to think that I have improved a bit, and that I am much better in my usage of the written word than some people out on I mean, if I catch some spelling mistakes, it's pretty bad. So I apologize again for being rude, and I will probably go back and edit this out, but I'm just in a bad state of mind to be handling all of that. I do use spell-check regularly, trust me, but spell-check doesn't always pick up everything, as we all know.
I think I'm just gonna curl up and die now. Ugh…I feel like crap. I think I'm just gonna go back to bed now…