A/N: Here's chapter two. I don't own Teen Titans. The following characters are mine: Alma, Vera, Cara, Sabin, Aloysius, and Silvanus. These are Latin names; and I chose Latin since Arella's name is Latin. Enjoy!

She continued her meditation until she decided to go to bed. Raven slipped under the covers and rested her head on the pillow. A few minutes after she closed her eyes, she fell into a deep sleep.

Flashback:

The sound of soft laughter from a young child is heard behind a curtain of a window. On the other side of the curtain is a small girl. The girl is no more than three years of age with pale grey skin, amethyst hair and eyes, and a chakra on her forehead. She has a bright grin on her face as she patiently listens to the silence and waits for someone to come looking for her. The young child's name is Raven, and she is the daughter of Trigon the Terrible. She wears a black leotard and cloak to symbolize who she is. At her young age, however, she is often oblivious of her destiny and what she will become; especially when she is contented with play. She knows of her destiny, and yet she is still just a child. Suddenly, the toddler hears the sounds of footsteps and becomes quieter than a mouse.

"Oh, Raven, where are you?" the voice of her mother calls out to her. There is a playful tone in her voice which makes the child more determined to keep herself hidden. To stifle her giggles, she covers her mouth. "Hmm, now where could she be?"

Raven's mother is Arella. She has the same color of hair and eyes as her daughter and also has a chakra on her forehead, however, her skin is Caucasian. Arella once lived on Earth and had joined a satanic cult where she was chosen to be the bride of Trigon. She was going to kill herself when she was rescued and brought to Azarath. There, she gave birth to Trigon's daughter Raven.

"Is she here?" asks Arella as she looks in another section of the room. She sees her daughter's shoes, but decides to pretend that she can't see her. Ah, the joys of parenthood. "Hmm, no, not there, perhaps she's over here." Raven tries her hardest to remain unnoticed, though she is unaware that her mother has seen her shoes.

Arella has a playful grin on her face as she lifts a pillow from a couch and says, "Ah, ha, I've found…!" Raven peeks out from behind the curtain just enough to see her mother by the couch.

She giggles softly upon seeing her mother completely miss her. The young woman puts the pillow back down and waits a minute or two before she creeps to the curtain. Raven is so caught up in thinking that her mother hasn't found her, that she doesn't see her mother's silhouette on the other side of the curtain. Arella creeps up and grabs at the curtain, knowing exactly where to strike. Raven lets out a scream as her ticklish spot by her underarms is attacked. She manages to break free of her mother's grip and runs to a pile of pillows next to the couch. (A/N: The style of Raven's house, I imagine would resemble her room, except it's brighter) Arella follows her daughter, but Raven runs just in the knick of time. Suddenly, Arella scoops up her daughter and places her on the couch. She tickles her young daughter mercilessly. Mother and daughter are equally content. Arella ceases her attack to wrap her daughter tightly in her arms. The child snuggles with her mother as they calm themselves.

"I love you, Raven," says Arella with a gentle smile on her face.

"I love you too, Mommy," says Raven. Arella is so touched by her daughter's words –especially considering who her father is – that she pulls her daughter in closer. To Arella, hearing Raven say these words is worth more than any treasure.

Raven is now six years old and her powers are growing stronger. Arella hears a knock on her door, and she answers it, knowing already who is at the door. She takes a deep breath before she opens the door, and greets the high priestess Azar. The young woman welcomes Azar to enter her house as the elderly woman walks in. Arella and Azar sit together in the living room while Raven is in her room.

"You know why I am here, Arella," Azar tells the young mother firmly. "It is time to train Raven to control her powers."

Arella nods solemnly, "I know, it's just…"

Azar places a hand on Arella's shoulder, though her demeanor doesn't change. "I know this is hard for you, Arella, but you must understand. Raven's powers are growing stronger. She needs to learn to control them."

The young woman nods and calls for her daughter. Raven comes down, ready to leave for the temple. She knows what she must do. Arella bends down on one knee and places her hands on her daughter's shoulders.

"Be good, and listen to what the monks have to say," Arella tells her daughter.

Raven nods, "Yes, Mother."

Arella hugs her daughter one more time before she leaves. "I will come and visit you as soon as possible. I love you, Raven."

"I love you too, Mother," Raven replies. She does her best to suppress her emotions, knowing what will happen if she doesn't.

The high priestess leads the young half-demon to the temple to begin the years of training. Raven sees many people as she walks by glare at her. She keeps her head down to avoid the glares. Even children her own age won't give her a friendly glance. She knows a few of them as her old playmates when she was younger. Raven focuses on the woman in front of her. They reach the temple where Raven is to live from now on.

End of Flashback:

Raven woke up early the next morning and meditated until it was time for breakfast. She went to the main room where she was greeted by the other Titans. None of them said a word as she went into the kitchen and made her herbal tea. She sipped her tea as she gave them a quick glance before returning to her room. They had gone over the plans for that day the night before. Half an hour went by before Aqualad arrived. He waited outside Raven's room while she performed the incantation. Alone in her dark room, Raven chanted the words.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos…Carazon Rakasha Endere…Vaserix Endiren Azarath…Azarath, Azarath!"

Once she said the third part of the chant, Raven was ascended to Azarath. As she traveled through the portal between Earth and Azarath, she came to the gateway of Azarath. She used her powers to undo the entrance just as she had the first time. The next thing she knew, she was in Azarath once more. It looked as if nothing had changed just like the first time she had returned. Raven walked through the empty streets as her eyes shifted every which way for any signs of life. Nothing made sense to her at this moment. If the people of Azarath really were alive, they would be in the streets. However, right now there was no one to be seen. Raven began to thing that it was a waste of time to come back. As she continued to walk through the empty streets, she thought she saw something like a curtain being pulled back. She turned around, but as soon as she did there was nothing.

"I should have known that this was a waste of time," Raven thought to herself.

Raven walked pass an alley when she saw what looked like a young woman's face as it peered out from within the alley. She turned to get a good look, but the next thing she knew, the figure was gone. The young Empath followed the silhouette down the long, narrow passageway as it turned a corner. She had managed to get a good look at the person's back. The person was wearing a white cloak just like what the people wore in Azarath.

"Stop, I want to talk to you! Wait!" Raven cried after the person she was following.

Suddenly, the cloaked figure froze and turned to face the dark Titan as Raven stopped to catch her breath. Once she regained her composure, Raven carefully approached them. The person's hood was up, same as Raven's, and their head was tilted downward with an emotionless expression on their face though Raven couldn't see their eyes. This person didn't make a single move as Raven moved toward them.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," Raven spoke in a firm yet gentle tone. "I just want to know who you are."

The person lifted their face to reveal deep blue eyes under the shadow of the hood. Then the figure removed their hood to reveal the face of a young woman about Raven's age. She had a light complexion, a facial structure slightly similar to Raven's and a chakra on her forehead. Her hair was black and was a few inches pas the shoulders. The two women's eyes made contact and they both let out a gasp.

"Alma?!" exclaimed Raven in a hushed tone.

"Raven?!" the young woman also exclaimed in a similar tone.

Raven and Alma extended their arms and embraced each other tightly. The two girls had been playmates when they were younger. Alma had been the closest thing to a friend that Raven had had while she lived in Azarath. A single tear fell from Raven's face as she hugged her old friend. The white cloaked woman suddenly realized something and gently pushed Raven away. Raven could sense that something was wrong.

"Alma? What is it?" asked Raven.

"I just remembered something," Alma said in a timid voice. "…What about your powers?" she asked as if the subject was taboo.

"Alma, it's alright now," Raven said reassuringly. "I defeated Trigon months ago. I'm free now." The young Titan gave her old friend a slight grin.

Her friend stared at Raven for a moment, caught off guard by the grin, and hugged her childhood companion once more. Once she released her friend, Alma saw a confused look on Raven's face.

"Where is everyone?" Raven asked. "I mean, if everyone's alive then why is no one around?"

Alma's expression became solemn. "Azar…passed away not too long ago," she explained sadly. Raven was immediately overcome with grief. "Everyone is in mourning."

Raven was silent for several minutes. "I'm sorry to hear that," Raven said gravely. She remained silent for a few more minutes before she spoke again. "If everyone's inside, then why are you out here?"

"I thought I saw you, and I…wanted to make sure. No one knew what had become of you, so…no one knew that you were coming," said Alma.

"Alma, where can I find Arella?" Raven asked in a slightly frantic tone.

"You mean your mother?" Alma asked. The young woman gave her a smile. "Follow me I'll take you to her."

The white cloaked woman led her dark friend through the streets to a building that was very familiar to Raven –this was her old house. Alma knocked on the door and waited for an answer, but there was none. She knocked on the door again as this time Arella answered. The woman gasped as she saw her daughter standing before her.

"Arella, Raven's back," Alma said softly with an excited look on her face. She smiled as the two women embraced.

"Arella," Raven exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around her mother.

"Raven," Arella exclaimed as she welcomed her daughter warmly. Then she brought the two younger women into the house and closed the door behind her.

Raven stared in silence as she took in everything that she saw from the furniture to the ceiling. Everything was exactly as she remembered it.

"I'll go make us some herbal tea," Arella spoke to Alma as she allowed her daughter to explore the house.

Alma nodded and took Raven by the hand. "Come on," she whispered as she led Raven up the stairway. They stopped in front of a door which Raven opened. As the two women stepped into the room, Alma had a grin on her face. "Do you remember this room?" she asked.

"This is…my room," Raven spoke softly as she examined it thoroughly.

The walls were a deep indigo with furniture that resembled Raven's furniture from her room at Titans Tower. There were various books, candles, and child's toys around the room. One of the old toys, Raven identified immediately. She picked up a stuffed toy raven and held it tightly. Then her face became solemn and she turned to Alma; she still held the bird in her hand.

"Do you…still have that scar?" Raven asked timidly.

Alma's face became as solemn as Raven's. She nodded as she pushed back her left sleeve to reveal a scar a little less than two inches on her arm. Raven stared coldly at the scar.

Flashback:

Five-year old Raven and four-year old Alma were playing in Raven's room with Alma's three year old sister Vera and six-year old brother Aloysius. Alma had noticed a book that she wanted to look at, and took it off the shelf. Raven saw her friend take the book and ran up to her.

"No!" Raven exclaimed both in an angry and fearful voice. The book had things about her father and the prophecy in it, and Raven didn't want her friends to look at it. She swatted the book out of Alma's hands and glared coldly at her. "Don't ever touch that book, got it?" she growled as she pointed her index finger in warning.

Suddenly, black energy from Raven's finger shot out and struck Alma's left arm. Alma shrieked as she grabbed her arm in pain. Aloysius saw his sister in pain and pushed Raven out of the way and knocked her to the ground.

"What did you do?" Aloysius accused over his shoulder. He carefully examined his sister's bleeding arm. His glare became stone cold. "You'll pay for this, Raven."

Raven was now in tears as her mother ran into the room and picked up Alma. Aloysius and Vera followed her as Aloysius explained what happened. She got up, put the book back on the shelf, and climbed onto her bed as she held her precious toy raven. An hour passed before Arella returned to Raven's room. Mother and daughter made immediate eye contact. Arella sat down next to Raven and sat her on her lap. Raven held her stuffed bird tightly as she buried her face into her mother's chest.

"I'm sorry, Mommy," Raven sobbed as her voice was muffled by Arella's cloak.

"I know you are, my child," Arella spoke softly.

"Did you tell Alma I was sorry?" Raven asked.

"Yes, I did," nodded Arella.

"Is she mad at me?" Raven asked as she looked up at her mother.

"No, Raven. She's not mad at you," said Arella.

"Aloysius hates me," Raven said.

"Come on, let's go have some tea," insisted Arella. She scooped up her daughter, toy bird and all, and carried her to the kitchen.

End of Flashback:

"Aloysius still hates me, doesn't he?" said Raven with a grave tone.

"He's still…very angry about what happened," said Alma sadly.

"Alma, I am so, so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. That book…had the prophecy in it. That's why I was so mad. I didn't want you to read it. Do you…hate me?" said Raven timidly.

"No, Raven, I don't hate you. I didn't hate you even when you gave me that scar. I was just…scared," Alma said softly.

"Girls! The tea is ready!" called Arella.

"Come on," said Alma as she started to pull down her sleeve.

"Alma, wait," said Raven. She placed her toy raven on the bed and carefully took Alma's arm. The dark Titan allowed her hand to glow a bluish-purple color and placed it over Alma's scar. Within minutes, the scar was gone.

Alma's eyes widened with shock. "How did you do that?" she asked.

"I have the ability to heal. I can heal certain injuries like bruises, small cuts, and scars, but I can't heal deep wounds, fractures, broken bones, or raise people from the dead," Raven explained.

"I didn't know you could do that. Thanks," said Alma.

"No problem," replied Raven.

While the three women had tea, Raven told them about everything that happened after she left Azarath. She told them about the Titans and all the adventures that they had had, and she even told them about Aqualad. Once Raven was told them about her life on Earth, she told them why she had returned to Azarath and how she wanted Arella to meet the Titans. Arella had a troubled look on her face.

"Raven," Arella spoke softly, "I would love to come and meet your friends; it's just that…I haven't been to Earth in so long."

"Mother, please," Raven insisted. "It would mean the world to me. I would really like you to meet my friends."

Arella hesitated for a moment, "Very well, my child."

Raven smiled when suddenly her communicator went off. The other two women looked at Raven with wondering eyes as she got up from the table and went into the living room. She took out her communicator to see Aqualad's face on the screen.

"Aqualad?" asked Raven confused.

"Raven, what's going on? What have you found so far? Are you alright?" the aquatic Titan asked with concern.

"Aqualad, I'm fine. I'm…I'm with my mother and a friend right now," Raven told him.

"Really? You found her?" asked Aqualad with hopefulness in his voice. "That's great. Is she coming back with you?"

"Yes, she is," said Raven. "But I might be here longer than I thought. Tell the others that I'm alright, okay?"

Aqualad nodded, "Sure thing, Rae. I'm glad you're safe." Raven blushed. "I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Garth," Raven whispered.

She closed her communicator and went back into the kitchen. Arella and Alma saw the faint blush on Raven's face. "Who was that, Raven?" asked Arella with a knowing grin on her face.

"That was…my boyfriend. He was just calling to check up on me," replied Raven as her blush deepened.

"He sounds very nice. I am eager to meet him," said Arella as she sipped her tea.

"I wish I could come with you, Raven," said Alma. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," said Raven sadly.

"Before you leave, I think Vera, Aloysius, Cara, and Sabin would like to see you," Alma told her.

The dark Titan looked uneasy. She hadn't seen any of her old playmates in years. Aloysius was angry with her for hurting his sister, and the others were probably afraid of her. Raven couldn't blame them for being afraid of her, or hating her for that matter. However, she knew that she had to make things right. She let out a heavy sigh.

"Alright, I'll go see them," said Raven.

So the three women set out to Alma's house. Once they got there, Alma's parents didn't look to happy with their daughter of leaving the house without telling them. They were also very perplexed to see Raven with her however, they welcomed her in. Vera, who was now sixteen and would turn seventeen in May, had shoulder-length brown hair and amethyst eyes. She was a little shy, but greeted Raven kindly none the less. Aloysius was twenty and had short black hair and deep green eyes. He had a very angry look on his face when he saw Raven.

"Raven?! What are you doing here? How dare you show your face…?" Aloysius began.

"Calm down, Aloysius," his father Silvanus told him sharply. "I'm sure Raven has a perfectly good explanation as to why she's here."

Aloysius continued to glare at Raven. "If you harm my sisters like you gave Alma that scar, I'll…!" he started to say as Alma stepped in front of him.

"Aloysius, look!" Alma exclaimed as she lifted her sleeve. "See? Raven healed my scar. She has that power. She's not going to hurt us."

The young man stared at his sister's arm and then turned to Raven. He let out a heavy sigh. "Forgive me, Raven," he spoke softly. The dark Titan nodded in acceptance of the apology.

Well, there you have it. Please send me a review to let me know what you think. God bless! I'm working on chapter three right now, and hope to have it up soon.