A Dozen Shards Of Raven

by Myev

Herein lies some of my older work, written for a 15 minute Teen Titans fanfiction community I no longer frequent. They are to a one short, unpolished experiments and I hope you can forgive them that. A dozen fragments of the Darkest Titan.

6. Dance

The door closed with a resounding thud, the girl leaning against it having momentarily lost the strength to stand.

They didn't know anything. They were stupid, stupid, stupid for rambling on about festivities and tradition. They deserved everything that was coming!

She shook her head, gritting her teeth in the effort to suppress Rage. She couldn't lose control, not now, not with the terrible results that were foretold. She gathered her strength and walked to her bed, slipping into meditation by sheer habit. She ventured inside herself, disturbed by the growing darkness within.

I'm losing, she thought, then suppressed the surge of anger and grief at that admission. No. She cleared her mind of doubt.

She had to be strong. She had to be strong to have any chance against her fate. She had to be strong for her friends. She wondered vaguely whether she even cared about the rest of the world, but then cleared her mind of that too.

It didn't matter who she cared about or her reasons for it. All that mattered was that she was determined to keep the end of the world from coming, no matter the cost.

She let that thought bolster her as she let everything else go, sinking into the depths of her psyche. She returned to her dance of twilight and shadow.