Disclaimer: I do not own the Titans. Sadly. Neither does anyone else on this site, actually...
'Ello, everyone. Sorry I haven't posted lately- life had caught up with me ((once again)) and I have 'Thought Syndrome'. Where you think up all these great ideas, getting scenes and plots down in your mind... but being utterly unable to actually write them. It sucks.Chapter two will be up- sometime. I have to figure out what will happen first.
PS: See if you can find the Jane Eyrie quote reference.
In The End: Chapter I
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In the galaxy, there was once a world. Once. Now there are only the burning flames that will eternally consume it, and a powerful, unstoppable evil that was unleashed; on that all can not flee from. One none can stop.
Trigon's domain extends farther each day as the demon from Hell inflicts his wrath on the worlds closest to Earth. Aliens run, trying to escape the vicious grasp, but are seized before they make it. Entire races have disappeared, their worlds bursting apart or eaten away by those under his control. However, Trigon remains on the planet Earth.
In order to stay in the physical world he must keep his portal alive a little longer. No one knows of this weakness but him, for in only a few short days he will be strong enough to kill her. But for now, as his power grows, he keeps her in the place where she fell to his power and will.
Jump City no longer exists. In it's place is the god forsaken sight that is repeated across the world; rivers of lava tumble relentlessly into the acidic sea as they pass by the rubble of once proud buildings. It had been the first casualty in the hopeless war against Trigon. Or, perhaps, the second causality…
Raven stirred, turning her head from side to side. She lay limply on a slab of stone, the deep black of her mind undisturbed by the gruesome scene around her. But quietly, unnoticed by Trigon, soft thoughts slipped into her forced slumber.
Raven…
Raven…
Raven, wake up…
Raven, you must wake up…
Snap out of it, Rae…
Raven, wake up, we need you to…
Trigon turned his attention to her, quelled her stirring, held her unconscious spirit and thrust her down to darker depths of sleep. Around the mockery of an altar, the four statues of her teammates were frozen alive in their stone tombs, to watch their world crumble around them… and die along with her.
Deep within the earth, directly below the sleeping portal, a hair fine crack ran through the statue of a girl called Terra.
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