Okay let me get rid of the thing that we all don't like ….. the disclaimer. (horrified gasp) Okay first of all I do not own Teen Titans or anything related to Teen Titans so you can not sue me for saying that I do or anything like that. I do however own my own characters and storyline so please do not steal those.

Okay this story is going to be a mid-evil Teen Titans story. This story is going to be StarRob and RaeBB so if you don't like those pairings then don't read. I don't want anymore complaints about the pairings. Anyway this is just a world of my own based in my own world. Anyway the normal read and review because it can only help me get better and make this story something everybody else enjoys.

The Nature of the Beast

Prologue

Ragged breathes escaped between dry and cracked lips, small flecks of blood escaping between the torn flesh, and forming into a small river of liquid dripping down the man's face. The only noise besides the man's heavy breathing was the sound of the rough quill moving across the even rougher paper as the man wrote. Another book was laid beside the one the man wrote in and it was this he was copying from. The only light in the rough cabin came from oily torches that filled the air with a rancid smoke as well as light. His movements were almost frantic; the letters barely legible because of the man's shaking.

The man was dressed in the simple brown robes of a Brother of Mandrial, a sect of warrior monks, and tied around his waist with a rope. The robes were dirty and torn, many of the areas of the robe wet and darkened with the blood of friends, enemies, and himself. Black hair was matted with blood from a deep wound on the side of the man's head and he had to blink his eyes repeatedly to keep the blood away from his eyes. Even through the many wounds and the obvious thinning from the lack of proper food and water, the man's face still held the last scraps of what used to be a handsome man.

Heavy fists banged against the door of the cabin and the man turned like a frightened animal, his dark eyes darting around the room. Pain flashed through the man's head and side, and black dots clouded the edges of his vision, threatening to send the man into unconscious. An almost feral growl escaped from his throat as he pushed back the darkness that threatened to overcome him.

"Brother Dick you will open this door in the name of the church." Yelled a voice from the other side of the door. Dick closed the book he had been writing in and shoved it into his leather satchel. One of his hands closed over the dark wood staff that was his only weapon, while his other threw the satchel over his shoulders. "We are wasting time, break the doors down."

"Yes, sir." Said a new voice. The banging grew in intensity and the door hinges were ripped from the frame. Black armored soldiers filed into the small room, some with sword and spears extended and others with loaded crossbows pointed at the dark haired monk.

Another man walked into the room after the soldiers. He was many years older than the Dick, maybe as much as three decades. He was in the peak of human health, muscles stretched tight underneath his skin. The only mark on his perfect body was a steel mask that covered his face, leaving only a space for his eyes to look out. The man was dressed in robes similar to Takeru's but religious symbols were woven into the throughout the entire material in threads of silver and gold.

"You will now give me the demonic scripts that you have stolen from the abbey." Said the man reaching out his hand forward. Dick took a step backwards and pulled the satchel's straps tighter to his chest, his staff held horizontally in front of him. "My son you have fallen under the sway of the devil, the scripts have the power to do this. Do not worry if you give me the scripts without a fight there will be no punishment. I will help you to break free." The man's voice was kind, almost like a grandfather admonishing a unruly grandson.

Dick only glared back in answer, his black eyes blazing with a hidden fire. "May the fires of hell burn you Bishop Slade." The bishop's face changed into a scowl.

"Stubborn to the end I see. Kill him." These last words were spoken to the soldiers and they brought their crossbows up to their shoulders. Dick didn't even flinch as they fired, heavy steel bolts buzzing through the air and burrowing deep into his body. The force staggered the young man, driving him to his knees.

Slade folded his hands behind his back and walked towards the kneeling man. The sound of his heavy boots sounded unnaturally loud to Dick in the still air and his eyes that were quickly clouding over look blearily up at the bishop. "I do not understand why you fight. The two women have been locked away, their executions set for tomorrow, and soon we shall find the changeling and Victor so we can kill them. All because you people could not believe the truth."

"The real truth is in these pages." Growled Dick. "Not in your perverted teachings."

"Well, it matters not what you say. In a few minutes you will not be alive." The bishop's hand moved in a straight line through the air, tracing a line of white energy in the air. White light filled the air and a glowing energy sword appeared where the line was. "In the name of God I deliver his divine retribution upon you." The sword hovered in front of Dick, cutting through the air, and leaving bright lines across the wounded monk's failing vision.

- How did I end up here? - Thought Dick to himself as he felt the heat of the energy blade against his neck. – Only a few weeks ago I had just received my first patrol assignment then in a few short months I am a fugitive from the very church, which I gave ten years of my life to. - Dick smiled grimly as he realized that under the same circumstances he would have done the same thing even if he knew where he would have ended up. The hiss of a cutting sword filled the air.

End Note: Yeah that was the prologue. I hope you guys liked it, it was just an idea that I had one day and I figured that I would try writing it down. This is just an experiment so if I don't get many reviews than I'm not going to continue with this story.