I apologize deeply for the shortness of this chapter.

But I'm at 99 reviews! Yay!

This chapter is dedicated to Jess and Katie, my ever-faithful betas and friends! I give you a litle shout out; even though your last names suck majorly! And katie...before you kill me, the last name was Jess's idea...

Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I owned TT, THEY WOULD NOT BE CANCELED. :D

"Raven—what the hell was that!" Gar yelled. The only thing that kept him from screaming out loud was the fact that they were in the hallway and he was already getting weird looks.

"What was what?" She asked dully, sliding her books into her locker with ease. Breakfast was over in roughly ten minutes, and her first class was on the other side of the campus. She needed to hurry.

"Um, hel-lo? The Malchior thing!" He hushed himself, clenching his fists.

"Oh," She replied calmly, "He asked me to the dance."

Gar blinked, watching her leave. Shaking his head to bring him back to the real world, he ran to catch up with her.

"Raven, you don't know what he's capable of."

"I know enough! He is magnificent! He knows how to charm a girl, he's handsome, he is…" She paused, thinking for something. She recalled back to a book she was reading about a dragon and a wizard that she was roughly 1/3 done with. "He is a white knight." She said defiantly.

He stopped walking, watching her go. He'd take the long way to first period. "Fear the white knight, Raven! They don't slay dragons; they train them."

Raven continued, walking faster. Just pretend you didn't hear him, she told herself.

Social Studies – 1st period, Mr. Gavin

They don't slay dragons…they train them…

That was surprisingly deep, especially for Gar. She glanced over to him. He was doodling on the back of his history homework, eyes glazed over. He was just sketching, not really paying attention to what he was drawing.

She craned her head to see the sketch. It was of a girl, facing a sunset. It was done in pencil, so the details couldn't really be seen. At first she thought he was drawing Terra, but when her hair stopped at her shoulders, she knew it couldn't be. Terra had long, waist-length hair.

She knew she had been staring too hard when he turned to look at her. His face was cold and nearly unfeeling as he looked at her, save for the tiniest hint of pink on his cheeks. He returned back to his drawing and turned a slight red as he studied it. He crumpled it into a ball of paper and nearly ripped it in half, until he realized that this was his history homework.

"Class, when I call your name, please bring up your homework," Mr. Gavin called from his desk, not bothering to look up.

"Kori Anders…"

Gar let out a small 'eek', and rumbled around the floor for his fallen pencil.

"Katie Ferrishwiddle…"

Finding it, Gar grabbed his pencil and quickly tried to erase the art.

"Rich Grayson…"

Unfortunately for him, the pencil had a black eraser and created more smear marks. He looked around the room frantically.

"Jess Katzopolis…"

He grabbed a writing utensil off of Vic's desk, only to find it was a pen.

"Zack Lester…"

Not bothering to ask, Gar darted for the pencil on Raven's desk, not caring if she needed it or not. Finally relieved it worked; he managed to erase the drawing.

"Gar Logan…"

Gar put on his best oh-yeah-who's-good face and smacked the paper down on their teacher's desk.

He turned on his heel, throwing a grin at Vic.

"Mr. Logan?"

The smile immediately left his face.

"I don't know if you think this is funny, but try doing your homework next time, Mr. Logan."

"What? But, I—"

"This is a blank piece of paper, Mr. Logan."

The class burst out in laughter. "Oh…" He gulped, pulling on the neck of his white shirt. He must've accidentally erased the homework while he was erasing the drawing!

The laughter immediately deceased as the same, serious cop that Raven had met before cleared his throat at the door entrance.

Raven froze in her seat, gripping the ends of the table.

"Miss Roth…may we see you in the office for a moment?"

She looked to the teacher, who gave her a nod. Grabbing her things, she followed him.

Its okay, Raven…Maybe they found her! Or maybe…No, she didn't want to think about that.

"Raven…" The female cop wasn't there to dull the pain. Instead, it was an even more serious and grouchy officer! "Your Guardian, M. Azar, washed up on the city's beach last night. Scared a lot of the tourists. She took two bullets to the torso, and someone had written in blood 'You cannot run forever' on her back.

"She did not leave a will, so all of her possessions will go to you."

The words did not come to Raven's mouth. They didn't even form in her brain. She was numb; unfeeling to the world.

"Miss Roth?"

Nothing.

"Miss Roth…?"

What could she say? She saw the men's mouth's moving, frantically trying to get her attention, but her mind was elsewhere. She could hear them, and yet she could not.

Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours. She lost track of the time, lost in her own mind.

Feeling lifted out of her body, a small girl watched the scene from above. Rachel tucked a strand of near-violet hair behind her ears. She wasn't flying—just floating.

Who was she? This girl, they were talking to. It wasn't her. And yet, she could feel the girl's pain.

The girl's name was Raven Roth. Roth…that had been her mothers name. Her name was Rachel…she never wanted to repeat his last name ever again.

This girl, Raven, was afraid. Watching her sit there like a vegetable, eyes boring into the wall, Rachel absorbed the girl's thoughts. Azar was dead? She couldn't be...no, they had just come back from Disney Land. That was impossible.

Rachel stared down at her own hands. What she saw scared her; they were transparent. She wasn't breathing, but she didn't need to. And then she understood. Rachel was Raven's memory.

An outward force pulled Rachel down towards the unblinking girl. She cried in despair, trying to dig her hands into the wall, but they just swiped through.

She screamed as she reentered the girl's body, and this time it came out through her mouth. The last thing she remembered was the office floor, and then…black.

Again...this chapter is very short. I wanted to add more, but I do have a life folks and only so much time on the computer.

CLIFFHANGER!

And Gar is so jealous. :p Three guesses who he was drawing. Yes, I'm a BB/Rae shipper, so they will be a couple. Someday. Eventually.

REVIEW SO I CAN HIT 100! 100th review gets a shout out next chapter.