They all scurried out the room quickly. Beast boy looked at Rage who smiled and blushed. "So Rage. What is it?" Inquired Beast boy unsure of what was going to be said. "I'm not Rage." She said moving towards him slowly "well not since you all defeated Trigon". "So who are you then?" said Beast boy suddenly even more uncomfortable than a second ago. "I'm…"She grabbed him "Lust". "Oh dear" said beast boy and ducked out of her hands "Look I'm flattered and all but". She lunged at him and placed his hands on her thighs "I just want to thank you. Being rage was such a bad job. This is" She moved her hands along his neck "This is much more…interesting. Thank you" she said breathlessly. "Okay Thanks accepted but I don't want this". He pushed her away and left the room quickly before anything else could happen.

Raven entered her mind "Wow. I think I got the wrong mirror". She commented on the Garden. She looked around for a second and noticed the fountain. "Yeah this might be my mind. Only happy would come up with that." She was about to walk off when she noticed a plaque on the foot of the fountain. She walked over, it read :- "A king of fools he may be. But Beast boy is the one for me." She blushed and hoped that Beast boy hadn't noticed that on his way in. She noticed the castle Okay well now I know what the thing that I didn't know about is she took a step towards the castle. The second she took that step the garden changed. It formed up in front of her as a thorn wall full of roses. "Fine I'll just teleport. Azarath Metrion Zinthose." She meditated. Nothing happened. It may be your mind but the terms are ours. For now your powers are suspended. Please go back. We will send Beast boy home soon. The annoying little voice in her head said

"No Its my mind, my rules and I want him back now" She grabbed the wall. Biting her lip as the thorns cut her hands deeply and the blood welled. She picked a rose. It had black head. It slowly opened. Inside was a picture. It depicted her and beast boy kissing in the sun set she felt the picture and felt the though was happy with it. She smiled, so this is my dream field. She picked another rose, it opened. She blushed as this picture was much steamier. It showed her and Beast boy lying in her bed together. She picked another rose, it showed Trigon impaled on the tusks of a giant green elephant, the appreciation of the hero oozing off the photo. The next wasn't hers it showed her showing a white cloak wrapped around the person who the eyes belonged to. Unlike her thoughts these were shown from the first person. I wonder who this is from? I'm an empathy so I must of picked it up from someone else. The next was hers, again it showed her and Beast boy kissing she looked and felt happy.

The next one she felt before she even picked the rose. The sadness fell off it as did the petals. It was simply a stem with a single petal draped over the picture. She picked it and knew that the sadness wasn't hers this was the nightmare of another person. The last petal fell off and she saw. She dropped the petal but the image seared into her mind. She was placed upon the persons lap with her head on his chest. Tears had fallen onto her face from the persons. The person was bent over her and she could see that a claw mark was gouged into her side. The hand had claws the same size as the mark on her side. The hands were green. He's so afraid of hurting me. She doubled over retching. It was too much for even her. She quickly grabbed another rose at random. This one felt of pure fear. Anything is better than this sadness.

She grabbed the flower and saw it crush in her hand it only opened a small bit inside she saw a movie of her looking oddly for a second then laughing and pointing at the person who the eyes she looked through belonged to over and over again repeating every 10 seconds. Why is he afraid of me Laughing I thought that was what he wanted. She heard a whisper of speech in her voice. "Are you serious? HaHahaha... What did he say? Why does he fear this She listened closer and for a second heard a extra sentence . "…ut with me?" but nothing more. She pocketed it I'll ask him about it later and went onto the next rose and the next and the next. This may take a while.