A/n: I mention the "Shadow Dimension" in this chapter. On Cartoon Networks website, there was this Young Justice game, where Tim is trapped in a pocket dimension created by Klarion; aka the Shadow Dimension. There, he is faced not only with the bratty Klarion, but with creatures created out of thick, black mass [aka, shadows]. I decided to use this in the story, because I found it very interesting.

Most of you probably heard of the horrid fate that Young Justice and Green Lantern: The Animated series are forced in to. And I hope that those of you who know are involved in all those numerous fan-actions that were created in order to change Cartoon Network's mind and make them give us more seasons! If not, then go to the Young Justice/GLTAS/DC Nation tag on tumblr and get involved!

"The Covenant"

Chapter 10: Freedom

Klarion was a being born out of pure chaos. He was, in fact, chaos personified.

As such, his mind was very often a dizzy array of thoughts. He'd regularly have a bit of a problem to get his thoughts in order. Not that it usually bothered him that much, but sometimes, he would just have a very hard time to even concentrate on one thing.

Teekl though, was a lot of help in keeping him focused on things.

So, when Teekl decided to finally make her way in to his Shadow Dimension (where he took refuge away from that girl), she finally reminded him of what his plans used to be before his mind strayed from them.

Capture the girl.

Gain her trust.

And have fun watching her own mind and magic turn chaotic as his own.

Make the perfect little pet for him to play with.

Klarion groaned, leaning his head back. He was lounging comfortably in a floating mass of shadows, where he finally decided to rest after he finally managed to tire himself out from destroying everything in sight.

He definitely had a problem with keeping his thoughts in order and not letting them wander off.

And the thought of failing his first, initial plan that he had for this girl made all the anger he felt towards her melt away, and instead the anger was now mostly directed at himself. How in the world was he supposed to gain her trust now?! Teekl told him of her rage towards him. The boy let out another groan and leaned forward, letting his chin rest on his open palm. Teekl jumped up, climbing up the mass of shadows, before making herself comfortable in his lap. She let out a satisfied purr when Klarion started petting her.

"What…" Klarion murmured "…should we do?" he looked down to the cat in his lap "Any ideas, Teekl? How do I make that annoying little girl trust me?"

Teekl let out a mew, moving her head so to rub it against his hand. Klarion let out a chuckle and gently flicked her ear, the cat instantly shaking her head in response. She looked up at him before meowing again.

Klarion let a grin creep on to his face "Ooooh~" he let out a cackle "That is a wonderful idea~"

Inside the makeshift prison, Hannah was sleeping on the floor. There was a small patch that she cleaned just enough so that residue and bits of broken furniture wouldn't poke her in her sleep, where she lied, the giant and heavy curtain serving as both an isolation from the cold floor and as a cover as she wrapped herself in it. Her anger fits from earlier tired her out extensively, and falling asleep proved to be easier than she thought it would be. As soon as Teekl left, she immediately felt how exhausted she really was. And a nap was just what the doctor ordered.

Though, as Hannah was soon to discover, having a peaceful nap was going to be impossible for her.

The girl woke up to the something resembling a hum, or a buzz. She wasn't sure what it was exactly, she couldn't pin point what the sound really was. But she wanted to ignore it. She just wanted to go back to sleep and finally relax.

But when the buzzing sound quieted down and she heard footsteps, accompanied by Klarion's voice, all sleep left her.

Hannah's body sprung up instantly, looking around in alarm. She saw the boy, standing a few feet away from the door, looking very smug with himself. But Klarion wasn't really what had her attention at that moment.

She was outside!

Hannah was outside!

She looked around, in complete awe. There was nothing but green fields and clear, blue skies as far as her eyes could see. She could smell the fresh air, she feel the breeze sifting through her hair.

"Do you like it?" Hannah was awoken from her daze by Klarion's sudden question.

"It's gorgeous…" Hannah breathed out, turning around to take in the view. Her gaze sifted down to the ground, observing the grass reaching just above her ankles. She crouched down just enough so she could pluck a few blades of grass from the ground, before straightening up once more. "It's such a shame though…" she muttered, sifting the grass between her fingers "…that it's fake"

Klarion frowned, crossing his arms "What do you mean, 'fake'?"

Hannah raised her hand, taking one step back. She placed her outstretched palm on what seemed like empty space, but her palm flattened as if it hit a hard surface. Where it stopped, ripples spread out, shortly revealing the dark, grey wall of the dressing room, before the ripples flattened out and the sky was back to clear blue.

"It's an illusion."

Klarion clacked his tongue in annoyance, putting his hands on his hips. "How annoying." He moved one hand to snap his fingers, the serene world around them dissipating at his command. "Then again, it would have been more annoying if you weren't able to see through it."

Looking around, Hannah was surprised to see that her room was not the mess she left it in. On the contrary, it was in complete and perfect order. Everything she had broken was in one piece and placed neatly in its place. An involuntarily gasp left her lips, but she quickly regained her composure and crossed her arms, giving Klarion an annoyed look.

"What do you want, Witch Boy?"

The boy looked at her, his eyebrows arching up and his lips forming a small 'o', before he let a grin form on his lips. In a few strides he was in front of her "That's rich, coming from a Witch Girl." He cooed, now crossing his arms again, mimicking her pose. "I have a proposition for you."

Hannah sneered "I am not going to give you the location of the Helmet, Klarion."

He let a short laugh out "That's not it~" he started "Then again, I might have formulated my words wrongly. What I meant was, I am going to do you a favor."

"A favor?" the girl snorted "I'm not sure if I want any favors from you."

A gasp left Hannah's lips when she felt Klarion snatch both of her hands "I wasn't asking." The boy cackled, twisting her hands so that her palms were facing upwards. He shifted his hold on her wrists, the girl barely having time to react in any way, and clacked his thumbnails against her bracelets.

Hannah didn't even know what to make of this as red vines started spreading from where his nails dug in to the metal. The magic radiating from it made the hair on her head stand up "W…what are you doing?!" the girl panicked, trying to tug her arms away from him.

But Klarion didn't pay attention to her protests. His attention was focused on the bracelets, his gaze attentive to how the vines spread thicker and thicker over the gold, the new ones glowing a fresh, intensive red, the older ones slowly fading in to black. He knew that she would be thankful for what he was doing for her. So why even bother with listening to her complains now? Klarion could barely contain his excitement as the gold of the bracelets became less visible.

When the gold was finally covered by the black and red, he let go of her. Hannah, as soon as she felt his grip on her wrists loosen, instantly jumped back, her back pressing against the wall in an attempt to create more space between them. Her breathing was erratic, her eyes running over the bracelets in utter panic.

"What did you do to them?!"

Hannah watched as the vines turned completely black

"What did you DO?!"

Klarion chuckled "I gave you what you wanted." He raised up his hand, snapping his fingers "Freedom~"

The girl gasped as the now black bracelets lit red at the snap of his fingers. She felt magic surge through her all at once, overwhelming her senses. It felt as if she was drowning, not in water, but in something much thicker. Her head snapped back, her lips parted in a silent moan. It flowed so freely through her, and everywhere around her. Hannah could feel her body involuntarily spasm at the sudden income of magic.

And then, as surprisingly as it came, it suddenly went silent. Her body abruptly relaxed, released from the tension it felt just seconds before. She doubled over, exhausted, her hands firmly clutching her own sholders. Hannah could barely catch her breath, not quite sure if what was happening was even real.

"It…It's gone…" she gasped, a thin sheet of cold sweat forming on her forehead.

"What is gone, Hannah?" Klarion asked, though the question more seemed like a tease, judging by the smirk plastered on his face.

The girl swallowed, her throat dry "Doctor Fate…his seal on…on my magic…"

She looked up at Klarion, her dark eyes wide "…it's gone."

A/n: Dun dun duuuun! Cliffhanger! Haha, so, what exactly did Klarion do? Did he really free her of Nabu's curse? Or is it just a ruse?

Welp, you'll have to wait to find out!

Also, I know I do not mention this, mostly because when I write this chapters out I have no time to do so, but thank you to all those who review and fav and follow this story! It means a lot to me!