As the empath had predicted, great tragedy befell the geomancer called Terra.
She swore her allegiance to one who had promised to save her; but in reality could only destroy her.
Believing she owed him, she vowed to destroy those who had once been her friends.
The boy who loved her; and who, deep down inside her, she felt that same love for.
Blinding herself to it, even Beast Boy had not been spared her burst of spiteful wrath; in which she had picked off each Titan, one by one.
First Raven, whom she had always hated the most, because Raven had not trusted her when she had offered the timid hand of friendship.
Then Starfire, whose sunny demeanour, looks and confidence she had always secretly both despised and envied.
Then Cyborg; and with him, Beast Boy – and oh, such cruel words had spilled from her lips.
("…Hope you're not expecting a goodbye kiss…")
Such lies, crushing her true feelings to ease the pain.
Ironically, Robin had been the last; the first apprentice in a face-off against the second.
The first by blackmail; the second by trickery, lullings of false security.
He had pleaded with her; not for his life, as maybe she had been expecting, but to allow him to help her.
Right up until the last, he had told her again and again that she could save herself.
Perhaps he was trying to see the other Terra in her; the Terra of an alternate future, who had saved herself.
Who had clawed her way back of the abyss.
For this Terra, retribution did come.
But, true to the prediction of Trigon's daughter, it was tragic.
In the final face-off, the earth-mover shed Slade's control over her; turning her fantastic and terrible power upon him.
And while the earth cried and bled – molten magma bubbling through rips in the Earth's very skin – she destroyed him.
Threw him to Hell in all meanings of the phrase.
They left her there at her own request; because no-one but her could undo the damage.
She embraced the boy she loved one last time; and took one last look at the first, last and only friends she had ever had.
She drew all her power within her; and it broke her.
She screamed.
And then there was silence.
She never knew her true, darker purpose.
All that was left was a stone angel.
She was her own gravestone.
A sinner for all the world to see.