Teen Titans: Daydreams for a Solitary Walker
Part One
Chapter Two: Experience
I glide, unnaturally silent, through the atmosphere, letting my thoughts claim my frazzled mind. The wind blows against my face and I close my eyes at the wondrous feeling. I love my friends and I enjoy keeping busy, but I do like to go out alone like this every once in awhile. It gives me time to plan the next festivity, to ponder the new and exciting words of my friends, or even to enjoy the simple freedom of the air.
Flying through the clouds is such an incredible sensation and I only wish my friends could experience this feeling as well. When I am in the air, it is the only time my mind is ever at ease. When I am alone and down on the ground, my brain wanders to thoughts…….memories, really……that I would rather forget. It is easy to be joyful and happy all of the time when you are kept busy with friends.
I drop a little in the air as those painful past memories flash in my head. I pause momentarily, wanting to forget them, but instead I lower myself back to the ground and decide to walk around the tiny suburb I have landed in. I let myself re-experience those times, not out of punishment or perverse torture, but out of respect, I guess. Those memories are the only ones I can ever seem to recall of my family anymore.
As a child, I was never fazed by death or destruction as it was simply the way of a warrior-race, regardless if you were a royal or not. I was taught at an early age how to fight and how to destroy if necessary. Righteous fury fueled my powers and by the age of two or three, I was putting holes through many of the walls in my home.
I let a giggle slip out at the remembrance and allow myself the momentary pause before I continue. As soon as it was over, my mind returned to a time that was not long ago and I can feel a slight tingling of energy throughout my body. I think back to the year before I joined the Teen Titans and the horrors my life held for me.
When the attack on my home came, it was unexpected and many of the servants fled quickly to prepare for battle and to save their families. It was only mere minutes after the initial attack that they found my mother and killed her without hesitation. Our nanny came to usher us to safety, my sister and I, before he himself went to defend our father and home in battle. As soon as he was gone, us children ran to our rooms and found our armor so we could also help our family and friends fight.
The war between us and them lasted six earth months and many people on both sides were wounded. I lost my sister three months into the fight and I did not see her again until I came here. I think, now anyway, that she must have fled to survive. I stood at my father's side until the very last moment. I killed hundreds of the enemy and I still have no remorse for my actions. I have killed creatures with my bare hands and do not regret it one bit.
My race was winning the war when the enemy turned and tried a sneak attack. They managed to get the best of my father and I watched him die in my own arms. It was during my time of mourning that they captured me and left my home. For many months they kept me locked up in many prisons as they went from planet to planet wreaking havoc.
It was only because of their ignorant insolence that I was able to escape. I ball my fists at my side as I walk back down the street. I would do anything for revenge on my enemies. My friends think that I am naïve and innocent and, in some circumstances, I can admit that maybe I am still a little unsure of some customs here. But in the universal art and emotion of fury and revenge, I have as many demons as they do.
My friends all have their one, true foil—the hero and the monster, the machine and the mind-master, the carefree child and the menacing mind, the mage and her maker, myself and my mortal enemies. I know my friends would prefer to believe me incapable of such hatred, but I cannot help what my past has created in me. As my friends cannot help their own obsessions, their impulsiveness, their gullibility, or even their self-seclusion, I cannot help my uncontrolled and easily provoked emotions.
I shake myself and look around to see the suburb is now behind me and I cannot believe what time has gone by. I clear my mind and think of my flawed, but beloved friends, something I have become quite well at accomplishing, and raise myself back up into the air. I let the unbridled joy course through my veins as I zoom through the sky. I must become happy again before I return home. I could never come back without a smile on my face or it will elicit unneeded questions for which I do not wish to answer. I cannot lie to my friends, it is just not plausible. I smile to myself as I pass over the giant arena of shopping. Maybe my friend's gentle sarcasm does have some truth in it….. the purchasing of new items is just as good as a visit to the 'therapist'…… whatever that may be….