Hey I am so sorry to all of you readers for not updating regularly but life is hectic so bear with me. This chapter might actually have something interesting in it but I'm not promising anything. We may just find out some of what's going on.

Disclaimer: If I did own TT then there would have been an episode where Robin and Raven have a long make-out session and that hasn't happened had it?

Chapter 10: Wow This Is More Chapters than My Last Fic

Shar stood, slightly perplexed, staring at the woman, Arella, who was supposedly Raven's motherThe white robed woman gave off a cool sort of controlled power. Her presence was…comforting. She and Raven where starring at each other awkwardly, neither going through the long and complicated rituals of hugging and bursts of "Look how much you've grown!" that usually follow a mother daughter separation. Instead they both buried themselves in the uncomfortable silence of two people who know what they should do but refuse to do it.

It drove her crazy.

"Hi I'm Shar" She said filling her voice with as much cheer as could be expected considering her situation, and offered her hand. Arella looked over at her as if she hadn't noticed she was there…which she hadn't. She smiled with genuine warmth but did not accept the hand, keeping her own hands placed within the sleeves of her plain white robe. "Come in. Ill have something prepared for you. You've had a long journey I presume". Without waiting for a reply she turned and walked back into the tower. Glancing at Raven, Shar cocking an eyebrow at Raven who just shrugged, they followed.

Inside the white walls, lay a small, plain anteroom, it reminded Shar of those terrible rooms that dentist keep which try desperately to make you think your NOT about to have a tooth pulled. She walked through the center which was strangely clear of all objects or ornaments and wondered at the strange emptiness. As they passed through the door on the far side of the room, Shar turned to shut the door behind them, and shrieked. Sliding effortlessly out of the plain hard wood, a tall, open faced acolyte bowed to Arella.

"Priestess, is there anything I can assist you with" he said , his voice quite and smooth, immediately putting Shar off her ease. There was something odd about him, his eyes slid back and fourth giving him a shift expression.

"Yes Naroul you could prepare some tea and have it brought to my chamber in about 3 minutes please" Arella said briskly not stopping in her slow long legged stride. Bowing, the man, Naroul, stepped backwards and slid back into the wood without missing a beat. As the others continued on their way Shar looked back and shivered. "There's something about him…" she whispered to herself, pushing down the feeling of dread the strange man had brought up.

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A few minutes later Raven sat stiffly in a large overstuffed armchair in her mothers chambers. Shar sat to her right chattering aimlessly about what may have been…kittens? Oh god... But her focus was on the woman sitting in a straight backed chair over an oval table of polished glass, the high priestess of Azarath herself, Arella

Mother.

It had only been out of desperation that she had brought Shar here, and she was already starting to wonder whether it had been wise. Then again her mother was the most powerful Witch she knew of and they would need all the power they could get to do the spell she was thinking of. She lifted her cup of sweet smelling tea to her lips and drank deeply. Looking once more at Arella she saw her eyes turned towards her and a small smile spread across her face. "At Least she tries" The dark girl thought to herself.

She and her mother had always had a strained relation ship. A vivid memory pulled itself into her mind.

She's 9 years old. Running home she had seen a flower growing on a ledge on top of one of the old stairs that littered Azarath. It had been pure white and seemed to shine in the midday sunlight. Climbing up the first steps she was just reaching out for it when the stair under her collapsed. She'd only fallen a few feet but she'd acquired a collection of scrapes and somehow broken her ankle, and with the mentality of all 9 year olds had immediately burst into tears. Looking up she could see a window high above her and in it…her mother. Arella had looked down on her daughter with her large violet eyes which seemed to apologize in advance and then she had looked away and moved from the window.

Arella had never come down to her, Raven reflected. She'd been forced to pull herself with agonizing slowness up to the platform where fifteen minutes later two monks had found her and levitated her back to her room healing her cuts and reducing her broken ankle and through it all Arella had stood there watching. When it was over she had leaned down and given her a single kiss on Ravens, forehead her long hair falling over her. She could still smell the hyacinth that had scented it and the feathery touch of it on her nose.

Raven was jerked back to reality by the realization that both her mother and Shar were starring at her and that she was about to spill her tea. "So daughter. I'll presume you didn't come to me just to enjoy my lovely company" Arella said, for the first time an actual grin falling onto her face. The sight was cheering. Raven let the corners of her mouth rise for a moment before taking a deep breath and slowly retelling Shar's story, then hers. Finally she braced herself and slowly and painfully said.

"I need your help"

Arella nodded and stood up briskly. She strode from the room and quickly scaled the stairs back to the main anteroom. Raven floated up after her and Shar ran up behind them. They came upon her in the first room they had entered standing in the bare circle of stone at the center of the room. Her eyes where closed and she was humming a haunting song which began to reverberate around the room. Her hands slowly raised above her head and bright white flames surrounded her.

The girls stared around in wonder as the walls and furniture began to melt around them, loosing shape and distinction before sliding down into the pale stone below. After a few moments the whole room had dissolved, leaving only the wide open platform on which they had arrived. Arella turned towards the girls and opened her eyes. They shone with ivory light. She reached out a flaming hand towards Raven who extended her own. A bright flash ignited around her as their hands met and clasped to gather. They both simultaneously turned towards her, flames rising and falling as they stared at her.

"Hold on a sec, what are we doing here?" Shar asked bemused. It was Raven who answered, her voice echoing oddly. "We are going to try and summon the Witches away from him. We can try and stop him later" Shar nodded and grabbed first Ravens hand then Arellas, forming a rough circle of three. She was first hit by the wave of power. These two were powerful…very powerful. She focused and allowed her own energy to flow into the others. Opening her eyes she saw the white flames had risen into an inferno. Flowing off of them and onto the surrounding platform, Arella turned her head and made a rising motion. Out from the doorway flew a blue feather, a shriveled looking herb, a white candle and a wax doll. The hovered above the trio as Arella began a singing chant, her voice echoing around them.

Their flames surged upward, engulfing the spell materials. As the fire touched them it exploded into bright blue light. It grew and grew until it spread out, onto the tower, and up into the cloudless skies of Azarath. " we summon" it took Shar a moment to realize that she had spoken with the other two. A brad of sweat fell from her as their combined power hit a barrier. Like mental steel it resisted them holding strong against the magic they streamed at it. Suddenly there was a hole the three spoke again "we SUMMON!" The light grew blinding and Shar was forced to close her eyes but she felt the click as the spell caught and then...

The light was gone and Raven slowly opened her eyes. She was sprawled on the ground beside her mother and Shar, their hands still clasped together. Her eyes wandered around disappointedly. For a moment she had thought that it had worked but there was no one there. Suddenly her eyes fell on a drooped figure standing weakly a few yards away from them. He had metallic silver hair, framing unblemished pale skin. He was dressed in night black leather shirt and pants which spread out slightly at the bottom. The outfit looked torn and quite filthy but still was superb. A black belt sat diagonally on his waist and held what looked like… an Athame? "So he's a witch" She said outloud rousing Shar. The man…no he was actually closer to her own age, opened his eyes revealing that he possessed a pair of piercing dark green eyes with catlike pupils that sent shivers down her spine.

A burst of movement at her side distracted her and she looked up in time to see Shar dash across the stones and grab the man in a bone breaking hug before…

KISSING HIM?

Shocked Raven got up and then helped up her mother, before turning to the other girl. "Umm I'll take it you know each other?". Shar smiled and looked over at her. "Raven meet Jake, a member of my old coven and my boyfriend."

Ok so what did you think? One of my longer ones but I think it's pretty good. Don't worry this isn't just a random appearance it has some meaning. Please read and review.

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