Note: Hello! To answer some questions... Korean Angel, yes you may use this idea, but if you use my characters from this, please give me credit. Plus, make sure you send me the link to your story. I'd love to read it. )
Umm... I don't think Windy will get older than 20. (laughs) Sorry, I try to keep my characters young.
Also, I've been quite curious as to how Raven teleports. In this is my version of how she does. I have no life, but plenty of imagination. P
Windy stepped outside the Tower and onto the island. A warm breeze blew across her face, carrying the scent of early morning sun, which was barely peeking above the horizon. The birds barely began their song to greet the morning. Some deep part of her longed to sing with them to the rising sun, but her humanity refused to grant this yearning. So she just simply held her knees to her chest, propped her head on her knees, and stared at the sky, listening to the chirps and chittering. She relaxed with each sigh leaving her body; she needed to calm her nerves.
I wonder why they told me to meet them here? Did I do something wrong again? What if I'm no longer accepted? The last thought made her choke on air. I don't want to leave! I've been good! I clean their bathrooms, dishes, and the fridge, for crying out loud! She shuddered and thought back to her times at the Tower. Now that I think of it, I don't remember much of my time there. It's like I've memories long enough for… for a year! She barked out a laugh at that thought. Yeah, right. Just a year I've been with the Titans and I'm sixteen. What a bunch of-
Windy froze. She suddenly realized that it grew quieter and the winds shifted. Lifting her head to the sky, she took in short, quick breaths. Blinking twice, she sniffed the air again.
It doesn't smell safe, anymore. The atmosphere is off, and the world just got heavier. It smells of… burning?
Throwing her body weight to the left, she tumbled away from a string of bullet shots. Quickly getting to her feet, she ran away from her sitting place and turned to survey the area. She did not see from where the shots originated. Then, a few feet to her right, a flat box then a pole arose from the dirt. Swiveling around, it detected Windy's presence and aimed. She jumped up high and used her hands to rebound from the box. Landing behind it, back to back, she swung her leg in a wide arc and knocked off the pellet-shooter. Something cold and metallic grabbed her arm and gave her a numbing shock. Windy tried to pull away, but it tightened its grip.
"GET OFF!"
Her arm began to tingle and the claw was somehow being pried apart. It finally let go of its hold, but the whole mechanism was thrown back by the force of a gust. Panting, she asked herself, "Did I do that?" Then, a large flathead hammer struck her back, sending her flying to the other end of the island. She righted herself onto her hands and knees. With a hanging head, she groaned and stood up. After rolling her head around, she looked for this hammer. She heard a whistling sound above her and rolled from her location. The giant hammer struck down on the earth with a tremendous force that shook the ground slightly.
Meanwhile, a creaky pellet-shooter appeared from the ground, swiveling its head an aiming at the girl. She whipped her head around and covered her face with her arms just in time to protect herself from the projectiles. She landed on her backside and bashed her head onto the ground. She breathed shortly and squeezed her eyelids tightly to rid herself of the sparkling lights. As soon as Windy was coherent, she realized that the hammer was looming over her. Out of shock, her legs shot straight up into the air and pointed directly at this pounding item. This, too, sensed her movement and swung itself down onto her. She forced her legs upward to meet this item, but the hammer slowed down. To be exact, a secluded wind around her feet was forcing the hammer up and away from Windy, which then crumpled the gun.
"I… I am doing this, aren't I?" she questioned herself with glee. "I'm not going mad!"
"Is it right to do this? Should we not give her some sort of warning?" a concerned Starfire said.
"We gotta if we wanna find out what's going on with Windy," Cyborg responded.
"Yes, but what of that mechanism. It will certainly frighten. You of all people should know those incidents with-"
"He's right," Robin cut her off and ignored her concern. "The weather has been sporadic during battle ever since she matured. We have to see if my hunch is true. Ready, Beast Boy?" Robin turned his head and nodded to the green fighter.
"I was born ready. In fact, just this morning, I was ready to go jogging as soon as I woke up, but then things came up and I couldn't."
"You mean, your Saturday morning cartoons impeded in your exercise? Oh, my, what is the world to do?" Raven snapped at Beast Boy. He ducked his head and focused on the various knobs and buttons and levers before him. Pulling back a large handle, the time sequence initiated. As it counted down from ten, all eyes were focused on the wind-girl. They saw her hunched over, and it was plain to see that she was in deep thought. As soon as the timer reached zero, the Changeling pressed a green button near the handle. The pellet-shooter rose from the ground. They saw the girl's back stiffen; suddenly, she threw herself away from the barrage of rubber bullets.
As the Titans watched the rest of the battle, Raven formed a dark hole behind her on the wall. She slowly inched backwards and was absorbed by this vortex. She watched as small white specks passed by her, along with the planets and space gases. Slowly releasing her mind, she felt around for the location of her haven, her room, which was near the orange, but dark, planet. Hovering over this fixed location (Or was it above her? No mortal could tell in the Realm of Time and Space.), she dropped. She heard the usual sound of creating a rift in her mind, a muffled sound of breaking glass. She emerged from the wall and dropped gently onto her carpeted floor.
Beside her bed was a stack of books, of which some titles included Journey to the Sky (A Guide to the Clouded Haven), A Sacrifice to Survive (The Legend of the Battle Between the Flow and the Paralysis), and Learn from the Wind (and what it has to do with Communication and Travel). She grunted and rubbed her eyes; a glance at the sheer amount of books surrounding her gave her the worst of headaches. She plopped herself down onto her bed and massaged her temples. The bitterness of panic was driving itself up from the pit of her stomach to her mouth. She shuddered.
Sitting cross-legged, she chanted, "Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos." She lifted a few feet from the bed and began her meditation. With steady breath and slow-beating heart, she let her mind wander from the anxiety of the future to the sanctity of the present.
Nothing has happened yet. Perhaps the Prophecy won't come true. Perhaps it will have a happier ending. Perhaps it will be changed, like mine. Perhaps…
And her soul flew into the silence of Space and Time.
"Boo yah!" Windy exclaimed, using Cyborg's catchphrase. "And another one bites the dust!" Dripping with sweat, Windy felled another mechanical beast. She felt extremely proud of herself for defending herself, instead of the Titans coming to her rescue every time she tripped. Something smacked her back hard. She fell forward, but quickly imagined landing on a bed of soft clouds; thus it came to happen. A small whirlwind appeared in front of her face, in a fixed location, and gave support to her torso. For a few seconds, the wind supported her body weight, causing the appearance of her floating. Windy then imagined that the clouds became firmer and slowly becoming vertical; thus it came to happen. The wind pushed against her body until she was finally on her feet. She turned to face her next opponent.
It was almost seven feet tall and three feet wide. The platinum color of the metal skin was almost blinding with the sun's reflection. Windy raised her hand to her brow to shield most of the light. The face was smooth and curved, but a rectangle was located where the eyes were to be. Within this rectangle was a red ball bouncing back and forth from the ends of the visor. It kept doing this until it stopped right in the middle, the "eye" focusing on Windy. The legs and arms were surprisingly thin to hold up the heaviness of the machine, but the foe still moved quickly and with ease. It had no hands; instead bulbous stumps replaced those extremities. Small circles decorated those bulbs.
What're those for? It looks like it could release something.
Her foe rushed at her, one arm raised only to be swung down. Shocked, Windy held her arms above her head and pictured in her mind a large spring attached to her forearms. It broke through her transparent shield and smashed her arms. Landing on her back, she cradled her arms to her chest, whimpering from the pain as new bruises formed. It lifted a leg and brought it down to her chest. She rolled away from the blow, but stiffened when she saw the crater with a two-foot diameter. Shaking off the pain, she stumbled to her feet and held her hands in guard position. The foe, too, lifted its arms and pointed them at her.
By means of squinting, she saw the circles open, like a mouth opening to reveal jagged teeth, and saw her fate. Within these crevasses oozed oil. She heard a few clicking sounds, then a flash of a pale red. Fire surrounded the machine's bulbous hands, which were thrashing about, and her foe moved forward. She became paralyzed with fear; her mind was too busy to try to make her body run. Her heart was pounding at great speed; she felt her blood course through the arteries of her neck. She watched as her phobia clumsily came toward her.
She closed her eyes tightly. Just when the machine was close enough so she could feel the heat, she heard the familiar whistling sound in the air. Peeking through a half-shut eye, she saw a green starbolt strike the blazing foe. Then came another, and another, until there was a barrage of starbolts released on the beast. It turned to face the new opponent.
"YOU WILL NOT MOVE ANOTHER INCH!" Starfire swooped down and punched a hole through the chest. It looked down, then back at Starfire. Twitching and sparking, it fell backwards and broke apart. In a rage, the Tamaranean beat the head into the ground and crushed the limbs until they were a silver dust. Panting choppily, she turned to the pale Windy and put her arms around the girl in a hug.
The wide-eyed girl finally showed emotion when tears started to well up in her eyes, then flowed down. She broke down into uncontrollable sobs, burying her face in Starfire's shoulder.
"It is okay. It will not harm you, ever again. I will make sure they will not hurt you ever again."
Windy was in her room, behind the steel-reinforced door and concrete walls ten feet thick. Her window was open and it was a nice, cool, somewhat breezy day. She covered her ears with her hands, hummed to herself, and even tried to sleep. Yet she could still hear the yelling echoing through her room.
"X'HAL! NOT EVEN ON MY PLANET WOULD THE MOST FOUL TSITHWAQS PLACE THEIR CHILDREN IN DANGER LIKE THAT!"
Windy heard muffled voices of Robin and Cyborg in response to Starfire.
"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!"
Muffled voice of Robin.
"KHLORBAGS!"
Muffled voice of Cyborg.
"YOU REKNARHS! ARE YOU ATTEMPTING TO CREATE A DIVISION? FOR AS SURE AS I AM A TAMARANEAN, AND YOU ARE EARTHLINGS, IT IS WORKING QUITE WELL!"
"Raven was right. The girl does have power, and we need to control it!" Robin's voice rose in volume, but Windy had to strain to hear it. She was starting to get annoyed by her parents' arguments and starting to wonder what exactly Raven said.
Beast Boy said something that quieted both the alien and the humans. It remained silent for another ten minutes. Windy was unsure if they stopped talking or if they continued their conversation with low voices, but the girl knew that she needed some fresh air. She opened the window and took several deep breaths. Several stories above ground, she figured it would be nearly impossible to stay whole after the jump. She ran back to her bed and crouched down, searching for her flute. It was always easier to make the winds dance if she played music. With shaking fingers and closed eyes, she began to play the song buried deep in her mournful heart, the "BirdSong." She could hear the keys clicking as she moved her fingers to play this impromptu song. Windy felt something being pulled from her, like a thread from a cloth. She opened her eyes and saw a silver thread from her abdomen snaking its way across the room to the window. It plunged down and started to fray. The smaller threads spread out into sky and soon afterwards, the wind picked up and entered her room. It came behind her and started nudging her to the window.
Placing the flute in her back pocket and grabbing a large white bandana and a small blue cape, she ran to the window and leaped out of it. She wanted to shut her eyes so she would not be scared witless, but somehow looked down as the ground rushed up toward her. Before she could land and break her legs, the wind that guided her out the window placed itself under her feet, like a humble servant to his king. She landed on this soft bedding of nothingness and muttered a "thank you" to the sky.
For the sake of her sanity, she walked to the area where there was the most vegetation and abruptly sat down next to the white roses. They gave off a tranquil scent, helping Windy to clear her mind.
And she began to think of her origin.
Note: YAY! Eighth chapter completed. Many more to come! Well, maybe not MANY many more, but several more. More and more ideas are coming to me. )
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