Title: When It Rains It Pours

Chapter Fifty-One: Right Now

"When tomorrow becomes yesterday, and the future becomes the past, the present and in this one moment, is when we should make it last."

- Cimple

"It started with a heist, a heist gone terribly wrong and from then on it just gets worse and worse and worse, then just as the situation seems bleak. Everything just blows up in the face when you throw in a snooping Raven, a powerful Spell Casting Dragon, a cursed Prince with half a heart, and a thief that doesn't have a single idea what the hell is going on. Yet as the story is written they all come to realize just what part they play in a book of terror that was found in my Library of Horrors.

"To conclude this odd tale that I have spun, I'm afraid to say that it all ends in a terribly clichéd white flash of light. This … this dream or … vision of a past that once was – I'm not quite sure which it is … but within that white light … it all ended and I found myself upon my bed. Eyes wide open and staring up at the high blood-red dome ceiling of my room. I cannot explain or even begin to speculate how reality had crossed into the realm of fiction and … skepticism … but I will say that this dream … this vision … this past that never was – would be the most interesting to read if anyone should gaze upon my diary.

Why?

Because in the wet rainy seasons, the best thing anyone can do to pass the time is to pull up a comfy seat, sit down and read a good book. When it rains … it pours –"

SNAP!

"The. End."

"Whoa … that has GOT to be the best journal entry from Syn, YET!"

"I know … and you wanna know the freaky thing about it all was?"

"Besides the fact that it held your mother and father's first ever adventure together AND with Uncle Rolnex's GREAT Uncle Rorek and his best friend the Prince of Elves Kenneth Aftaka? If anything, she wrote it like she was actually there!"

Young 7-year-old dark ebony black eyes rolled sarcastically at her friend's excitement about her elder sister's current diary entry. Scoffing freely baring purly white deadly fangs, she flicked her clawed hands in dismissal as she walked to her sister's nightstand and slipped the diary right back where it belonged. Bouncing atop of her bed, she turned to face her friend with a suspicious gleam in her eyes, "Yeah … besides all that … when I hacked into –"

"You know how to hack a computer?" curious hunter green eyes locked on the youngest member of the powerful Malor'vin Clan that no one on Azarath dared to oppose. Not that they used fear to their advantage, being humble and stubborn were the traits that nearly every child the Lord and Lady of the Southeastern Lands had. The hunter eyed young drake blinked and tilted his head in suspicion at the little girl – actually just two years young than him – on the bed.

The little girl, and the youngest of her family named Nai'isha shot her friend the youngest of the Southwestern Grandmaster Malachite De'endrekres sons a dry look, "If I didn't would I be here telling what Dante wrote in his cyber journal, Kent?"

Kent De'endrekres blinked and his suspicions miraculously morphed into a look of utter mischief, "Sweet, so what did he say!"

"Nearly the same thing Syn wrote," Nai'isha shrugged, "I know Syn and Dante are twins and all … but it's weird when they both recap the same thing in what they believe to be a dream. Don't you think it's suspicious?"

"You want the truth?"

"Duh."

"Well … your whole family's just weird. You got cheaters, betrayers, thieves, and the Angel of Death as an A'miean –"

Nai'isha growled, "Kent, I asked if you thought the entries were suspicious not what you though of my family! Keep that to yourself unless I ask for it!"

Embarrassed that he had misinterpreted her question Kent chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head, "Yeah … um sorry about that … well um … I guess … uh … no, not really … I mean Syn and Dante been through tougher times then just this …with what we've been reading from their diaries, I think that everything happens for a reason where your family's concerned."

"Yeah … my family …" Nai'isha sighed and flopped back on her sister's bed – knowing that Syn was still out on a routine mission to straighten out rebellions in clans and put down demons and dragons a like that dared to start up trouble. The little demon/dragoness closed her ebony eyes and just let the story that she had just read aloud to her friend Kent sink in. She may have only been 7, but in human years she was considered old enough to understand the world wasn't all cotton candy and plum sweet sugar drops.

It was an odd and very – very unrealistic or maybe the better term would be surreal world. Nai'isha wasn't so sure, but she didn't have to go on her brother and sister's adventures to know that reality was a fantasy all its own. Fantasies could be reimagined and twisted, but reality was reality and the reality of her world was … she wasn't what she appeared to be. Little Nai'isha knew she was powerful … knew she had the combined blood traits to be able to wipe out dimensions at a time.

She knew … and if she was able to figure that out so did the rest of her siblings …

They were all the fantasies of what many power-crazed overlords wanted.

The perfect killing machines …

Just knowing this, any adult of the human world would pity the child … thinking that it must have been too much to weigh on such young shoulders … but what humans did not understand they feared and retaliated. It was … as Syn had described what their father, Malchior, must have thought about humanity during the time he was ceiled in the book. Those lines … that one chapter struck a cord in Nai'isha, because it was true … yet the sad thing was … it wasn't only humans who thought the same.

But demons, dragons, and Azarians alike … ever since the union of her mother, Raenell Roth and her father, Malchior Malor'vin … there had been countless rumors about their children being abominations and works of Scathe himself. It sickened Nai'isha, and it sickened her siblings … she could only imagine where her parents thought about it all. Did they – do they regret? Do they ever have a moment where they wished it could all just go away? Where they wondered what it would have been like to take another path? Do they ever doubt their rule, their responsibilities, and their love like in the story Syn had wrote?

All these thoughts weren't what should be going on in a 7-year-old girl's mind … but Nai'isha – even Kent weren't normal 7/9-year-old kids.

With her eyes still closed, Nai'isha felt the bed beside her sink and she reasoned it was Kent, not only because he was the only one in the room with her, but because his scent wafted into her nose. Nai'isha made no effort to move when he giggled, "You know, if you're gonna fall asleep, at least do it in your own room, if Syn finds you, she'll be so mad."

"I'm not sleeping stupid," Nai'isha growled and snapped open her eyes, turning her head to the right where Kent laid beside her she scowled, "I was just thinking."

He smiled sweetly, "About?"

Nai'isha snorted and rolled her eyes, "FYI that's on a SNTKB."

"Just trying to be a friend."

"Well go be someone else's friend because your servants coming for you."

Right on cue, from outside of Syn's room Kent heard footsteps, then the scent of the servant that he had arrived with tickled his nose, afterwards her soft voice called worriedly for him, "Master Kent … Master Kent, please come forth it is time we head back to your father before the sun falls. Master Kent."

Kent scoffed and sat up, looking down at Nai'isha he chuckled and winked, "I don't really have to go if you don't want me to."

Nai'isha blinked … that wasn't what she had expected Kent to say … usually he'd just go off like the good-boy he was and follow after his servant back to his homeland. So why the sudden change was what she wanted to know. Looking into his dark hunter green eyes she would never know what that strange, odd shimmer she found just barely below the surface of his green orbs. Although, she knew it was something strong because being the new empath that she was – other than her mother – there was just this gut instinct that told her Kent had changed from friend to … to … closer friend?

She didn't know.

She was just 7 years old.

So with a dry shrug and a huff she rolled off the bed to walk with Kent out into the hall, "Whatever floats your boat I guess … but I see nothing else to be done together."

Casually shoving his hands into his pocket he shrugged and walked slowly side-by-side with the Princess down the hall his naturally unruly dirty blond hair from his mother's side falling as a cowlick over his left eye. Jerking his head to the side in order to move it he sighed and glanced down at Nai'isha who stayed passive and waltz towards her destination, "I'm sure we'll figure something out … I mean there isn't anything to do when we're not together anyway. Just study, study, study … and many others think the highlife is easy."

Nai'isha couldn't contain a small shy chuckle, "Yeah … I'd like to see them walk the walk, but I guess their just all talk."

"Mm-hmm …" Kent hummed in response and for the rest of the trip was an easy silence … at least on Nai'isha's part, however, having been paying close attention to her mother's lessons she learned to sense emotions of distress, nervousness, and hesitation. Just for fighting tips when in a battlefield, to always be on the look out for those three things and if she spotted anyone of them she could win with a simple flick of her wrists.

However feeling them coming from a friend, Nai'isha had to be concerned, looking up at Kent while still walking she asked, "Is there something you wish to say to me? Kent?"

As if someone had turned up the heat, the young drake suddenly flushed a beet red as he found himself staring down at dark, elegant ebony eyes. Nervous as all hell and frozen to the core he gulped and chuckled, then shook his head rapidly and looked away, unable to hold her scrutinizing narrowed eyes, "Um … eh-heh … uh … no-nothing … I – um – there's nothing to say … ju-just the fact that I think it's … um … cool that we're hanging out … and stuff …"

And stuff? Nai'isha repeated in her head with a dry look, Okay Kent … you're starting to freak me out … why are you acting all … she tried to find the emotion and without a hitch caught on when he bowed his head and shielded his eyes with his cowlick of hair from her, embarrassed? Why are you embarrassed I thought we were friends? Confused and blown away by the young Prince's actions she raised a clawed hand to his shoulders and he stiffened under her touch. Shying away from it he backed up from her and looked as frightened as a deer caught in the headlights, Nai'isha's concern grew, "Kent … what's wron –"

"You know I heard Prince Kenneth is coming to the palace," he quickly changed the subject with blurting out news he didn't even think was true!

Nai'isha was taken back by his sudden blurt and raised a brow, "Um … yeah, he is … in fact he's already here with Rorek the two of them are in a meeting with my parents right now."

"Really?" Kent kept it going, his face cooling off along with the rest of his embarrassment, now that he finally found a ticket out, "So … what do you think they're meeting about?"

"Could be anything … but I'm betting on the commotion going on, on Earth where some idiot of a drow thinks it's okay to start killing off humans by the thousands. A real tragedy."

"Tragedy? Then why don't you sound so sympathetic?"

Nai'isha scoffed and continued down the hall, "Because being sympathetic means I must feel pity, and feeling pity is feeling an emotion … and I don't do pity, therefore I don't do emotions."

"A bit harsh don't you think?"

"It's life."

"No," Kent reached out a rested a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back to look into her eyes, Nai'isha eyed his hand with much annoyance, but softened when she stared him eye for eye seeing just how much he cared. "I meant it's harsh for you to shun emotions so easily … I understand your power is dangerous, but you shouldn't have to fear it."

Fear.

Fear?

Nai'isha scowled, Kent backed up when she growled dangerously low and with an intensity that warned him to watch his step. Her dark ebony eyes unforgiving and deviant, she snorted and turned her back on him, "Don't make the mistake that I fear myself, because I don't … I'm not sorry for what I am, and I'm not afraid of what I could be. If there is one thing I'm sure I'll do differently than my mother had, I will embrace my ever being instead of locking it up tight."

Kent frowned and shrugged, staying in place he tilted his head, "So I misjudged you … I'm sorry, but …"

"Just forget it Kent," Nai'isha sneered, "You already put yourself in a hole, no need to make it bigger then it already is."

"Nai'isha," Kent huffed and jogged up to her side, stopping her when he placed his hand upon her shoulder once more, the Princess glared warningly at the Prince that was kicking himself for using the wrong words, "I just … wanna go get some ice-cream or something?"

He changed the subject.

Again!

Still upset that he had suggested she was frightened of her powers, shooting him down and harshly declining him was at the very tip Nai'isha's tongue, but with that sweet understanding, apologetic smile he had on his face. Who could deny that? Plus, it was ice cream. Sure she wasn't an average kid … but who could deny ice cream? So with a dejected sigh she nodded, "Okay …"

"Sweet," he slid his hand into hers and Nai'isha couldn't help but shutter at the amount of emotions and the sharp spark that overwhelmed her when the connection was established. It only took a second to be suddenly paralyzed with everything that Kent was feeling and to have rapid fire uncontrollable joy shoot all up and down her spine then circulate through out her veins. From her toes to the tips of her hair she was electrified and it all ended right when it began and she found herself being dragged to the kitchen in order to get some ice cream.

Never knowing, that in that moment, she Nai'isha Malor'vin had fallen in love with Kent De'endrekres.

Around the corner in the hallway hiding effortlessly out of view and out of sensory from the two little kids the Prince of Elves, Kenneth Aftaka OKA Red X leaned up against the wall with his best friend since high-school Rorek Diejah. With his bright amber eyes still shinning with that same glint of mischief and trouble. His untamed dark brown hair now lightened to a mused light brown and a bit more all over the place then ever before, even if he was older then he looked, X seemed locked in the forever age of his late twenties.

Rorek Diejah however seemed to appear without a single change on him … except his now shortened snowy-white hair, his smile still held that friendly gleam within his soft-ice blue eyes that stabbed into the hearts of many without even trying. Glancing up at X who chuckled amusingly he raised a brow and jerked his head to the kids that had just ran the opposite way they had come walking, "Looks like Mal gotta watch his back, his youngest girl's already getting the boys attention."

"In particular the Young Prince of the Southwestern Lands since Malchior put Malachite in charge," Rorek chuckled lightly and stood up straight, fixing up his polo shirt he shot a happenstance glance to his left and chilled when he saw the unthinkable.

Malchior, in all his grace, and glory looking as powerful as ever in nothing but a simple white collared button up and a black jacket with matching slacks and shoes, his hair having grown back to it's slick jet-black silky origin. His crest ever present upon his forehead with his eyes still metallic and grayish at certain angles, if there was ever a time the drake could truly be called a Lord/Grandmaster/King/Master – whatever! It would be now.

Especially with the beauty that was by his side no matter the occasion, brushing off her long flowing white gown that accentuated her curves quite nicely with a slit on the left reaching all the way up to her thigh. Long bell sleeves that went passed her slender clawed hands and a shoulder clipped cape that reached the floor. Her hair long enough to be considered a train or a vile of sorts with the top braided into crown around her head and fully expose the black crest that showed off her rank.

In other words … Raven wasn't only a drop dead gorgeous half-bred demon … but she was a drop dead gorgeous half-breed with an equally handsome mate and 22 kids … how'd she keep the perfect figure up? Neither Rorek nor X will never know, but she was looking good for a mother … it took Rorek back to when he first met her when she was just a teenager. Talk about ugly duckling turned breathtaking swan, her narrowed violet eyes was still as deadly as ever to.

Both of them locked on the two men within their palace, Malchior being the first to speak in a deep growl that told Rorek he heard every word being said between the two, "What about Malachite and his son concerning my daughter?"

"Bah …" Rorek was speechless; he didn't want to get anyone in trouble!

X gulped and whistled, "Damn man, have you been working on the whole: "Top notch Master Dragon I'm gonna kick your ass routine" … cause you're pulling it off like nobody's business!"

"You forget your place," Malchior hissed, "This is my kingdom, everything is my business."

Rorek cleared his throat and opened his mouth to response in kind, but Raven rolled her eyes and playfully slapped Malchior's chest with the back of her clawed hand. Her voice having smoothed out during the years and becoming more knowledgeable with a very sensual edge, even if she was scolding the dragon that thought he ruled the world, "Oh please, after going through the protective father phase with the other nine of our girls you'd think you'd get over yourself about now."

Malchior shot Raven an equally scolding glare, "Nai'isha is only 7-years-old!"

"And Naomi was only 6 when we decided to betroth her to Kizer's boy," Raven growled, "lucky she liked him to begin with otherwise we would still being in a sticky position with him."

"Kizer can suck a leech," Malchior snarled, "but Nai'isha's not being betrothed now is she? How old is Malachite's youngest hatchling?"

Raven rolled her eyes and cupped her mate's face within her hands forcing him to focus on her, he bared his fangs and she sighed, "Malchior, just calm down alright, it'll be a long way from now before Kent and Nai'isha's time comes, besides, this is good for her since she inherited my emotional powers."

In defeat, Malchior purred and scoffed, "Why do all my girls have to be as beautiful as their mother?"

"Flattery will get you no where Malchior," Raven snorted and turned away from him, crossing her arms over her chest and walking up to Rorek and X about ready to change the subject until she felt Malchior wrap his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her flushed against his body. She knew she should have expected such a thing from him … but that was just it, it was him that was doing it and whenever he does it always caught her off guard and left her nearly breathless.

Every time, especially when he breathed down her neck and whispered into her ear, "Frankly my dear, I think flattery has gotten me a long way with you."

"Get a room!" surprisingly enough it wasn't Rorek or X that shouted such words, but Malchior and Raven's oldest daughter, Syndella. Coming up from down the hall, Malchior stepped away from Raven with his arm still wrapped around her waist as he stared down the wild vision of his mate. Syn chuckled and noticed X and Rorek, waving at them she winked, "Hey Rorek, X! A'meo, that's the finished report on the demon clan to the north crossing territory. Oh, and I took the liberty of patrol so Sebastian doesn't have to have his mate chew off his ear about him being unfaithful again."

"Really now? Then where's the fol –" Malchior was cut off when Syn nonchalantly shoved a folder into her father's arms before throwing herself at X. wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, X returned the gesture and received a deadly growl from Malchior, Rorek backed off and stayed out of it. However he was not spared and moving from the thief to the wizard she pulled him into a tight hug then kissed him on the cheek.

"So what brings you boys back to the Diagnar Palace?" Syn asked pulling away from either male.

Raven held herself back from whipping out a leash to clip on Malchior in order to keep the over protective drake he was from eating the thief and the wizard alive. X shrugged and leaned against the wall, "Nothing, just the usual, civilization about to crumble unless something's done kind of thing. Just another day."

Syn cringed, "That sucks, what's in jeopardy?"

"Earth, unfortunately," Rorek shrugged, "drows from Kenneth's Kingdom are fed up with the leisure-ness of the humans ruling over the Earth. They want it back."

"Sounds like you got any other rebellion – ooo!" Syn jumped and turned to her parents, "Why don't you have Dante take care of it? The Academy's been pressuring him about the conversion of the Elvin and Human worlds and the conflict it would cause if the two were to ever clash."

Raven blinked and glanced up at Malchior who was busy himself with glancing down at her report, thorough and straight up … he couldn't help to be impressed that his own daughter was far better then many of his generals where paper work was concerned. Feeling Raven's eyes on him he looked down and noticed her gesturing to his daughter that waited patiently for his response. Recapping what she had just asked of him he shrugged, "Uh … sure, only if Rorek and Kenneth are to assist him, they're the only ones that know what's really going on."

"Cool," X nodded then jerked his head around the corner, "Let's beat it Rex, we got work to do."

"Right."

"Oh! Wait! X!" Syn ran after the two and the thief looked down at the young dragoness who clasped her hands together and begged, "Think you and me could train together when you're done? I really want to know more about the Seven Serves."

X smirked handsomely and lifted a finger to her chin, "No problem cutie."

Blushing like a schoolgirl, Syn let him go and sighed when she stared after him, Malchior walking up behind her and whispering into her ear, "Cross him off the list cause I'll never allow it."

Syn growled and turned back to her father who walked away with her mother in tow, "That's not fair I saved our family by going back into the past! I should be rewarded somehow!"

"You will," Malchior answered, and with that dark smirk of his he chuckled sinisterly enough to put his past father to shame, "just not with the Cam'Wethrin Taren."

Syn tilted her head in confusion, "Huh? Isn't that … Elfin for …"

"Thief Prince," Raven informed with a smirk of her own and with that they both left Syn in the middle of the hall in dejection.

"Not fair! Saligia! Francesca! Where are you when I need you!"

-The End-

So this is how it ends

I hope you all had fun

Reading all my twists and bends

It was an interesting run

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After everything we've been through

After all the cliffies that was the craze

This is all I have to say to you

From Cimple to her loyal readers, l8er daez!

- Dedicated to everyone that stuck with me to the end.

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A/N: Please, don't kill me! I beg of you, have mercey, but this is the end, no joke.

Really, from the bottom of my heart guys, thank you so much for being there for me. There's no other way for me to express how happy – overwhelmed, I am to know that I have people out there that actually read this junk that I always thought was never really good enough to be viewed by the public eye. This, right here, I'm being dreadfully honest … I'm so relieved that I've finally ended this story – 51 chapters? When will it ever end … but at the same time I'm not quite sure this ending did any justice for such a long run.

You don't know how thankful I am to you guys cyber hugs all around!

Though, seriously, really that poems was for you guys … I bet you all think I'm bursting into tears – somebody break out the frickin' violin, heh …

Thank You ALL from the bottom of my heart.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, never did, but the quote on the top? All mine and everything else non DC related, mine, all mine, but the Teen Titans? Not mines.

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