Raven gasped as she was pulled backward by Jhon who moved her just as Damyan and Jason lunged for each other, and the two began a bloody duel. Onlookers watched in amusement and confusion while Raven watched mouth agape in horror. She needed to get them to stop! She needed to protect Damian! Closing her eyes, fighting the wave of nausea, Raven willed her powers to her fingertips. "Don't!" Jhon grabbed her wrists. "You'll only make things worse!" he shouted as the crowd yelled in glee when Jason landed a punch to Damyan's solar plex.

"We have to stop them!" Raven said desperately, flinching as the sound of steel hitting steel reached her ears.

"Stay here!" Jhon exclaimed before sprinting away with god-like speed.

Raven's heart raced as people swarmed past her, towards the fight. Another person ran straight into her and knocked her to the ground. She needed…she needed…clanging of steel echoed in her head. Suddenly she wasn't in Themyscira. She was in Azarath – clinging to her mother as Slaede's men separated the men and teenage boys from the women in the girls. Screaming as she was torn from her mother's arms and thrown into a dungeon with other younger girls. Raven gripped her head as memories flooded her. Begging on her hands and knees – begging for the lives of her new sisters and brothers – promising fealty to Slaede in order to protect her new family. "You will be my sorceress – "

"Raven."

Raven looked up at the sound of her name. She was staring into beautiful, turquoise, green eyes that had flecks of gold in the pupils. Damyan. Raven slowly lowered her hands from her head and looked around. The fight was over. Damyan was by her side looking at her in concern. Everyone was quietly staring at her. Raven looked over Damyan's shoulder to see Jason glowering at her. A tall, long-haired redhead stood by him, and she didn't appear thrilled at Raven's presence either. "What happened?" Raven asked Damyan as he helped her to her feet.

"You must be Raven," a tall, regal woman stepped forward. Her hair was long, straight, and black. Her eyes were as blue as the sky, and her skin was tanned. She wore a sword on her back, silver cuffs on her wrists, and a lasso on her hip. While her breasts and abdomen were covered in armor, a short skirt covered her legs, while gold boots covered her legs to her knees. "I am Princess Diana," the woman spoke. "This is my mother, Queen Hippolyta," she gestured to an older woman who was dressed similarly to Diana. "Welcome to Themyscira."


Damyan ignored Jason's glare and focused on the meeting. Princess Diana had interrupted their sword fight and ordered the two to stand down. He smirked as he remembered Jason's face when the Queen and Diana welcomed Raven to Themyscira and ordered that "no harm come to her." Damyan looked at Raven. She looked ill…and small. It was the way she was holding herself, arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She also appeared paler than usual. Her violet eyes were round and gaunt. Her breathing was heavy. Damyan's gaze whipped to the sides of the giant tent. Iolite. It was making her sick. "We'll be back," he said as he grasped Raven's hand.

"We're in the middle of something important, Damyan," Kal-el frowned. Jhon, who stood by his father, looked at Raven and then Damyan. He nodded knowingly.

"It can wait," Damyan said as he pulled Raven behind him.

"Damyan," Diana spoke.

"You've been planning this attack on Slaede for the last 10 years, I think it can wait a few more minutes. The iolite is making Raven ill."

"The whore can wait," Jason growled.

Without a second thought, Damyan threw a dagger at Jason's head. The weapon was only blocked by Artermis' quick reflexes. "Damn," Damyan swore. "Guess I should have aimed for the bodyguard, instead," he snarled.

"Listen here, you little bastard," Jason stepped from behind Artemis.

"Bastard?" Damyan raised a brow. "I know who my father is," Damyan smirked. "He's the reason you're all alive."

"Did she cast some sort of spell on you?" Jason ignored Damyan's last retort.

"Enough!" Hippolyta exclaimed before Damyan could respond. "Damyan, you may take Raven to get some air. Return with a better attitude."

Damyan managed a respectful bow before leading Raven out of the tent. He never once let go of her hand.


The two walked in a comfortable silence, eventually broken by Raven. "You shouldn't argue with your comrades over me."

"Jason doesn't know what he's talking about," Damyan replied.

"I'm the enemy," Raven said.

"Slaede is the enemy."

"And I'm his sorceress. I work for Slaede."

"To protect your family."

"Damyan," Raven sighed. Damyan stopped abruptly. He turned to Raven and stared at her wide-eyed. "What?" Raven asked.

"I think…that's the first time I've heard you say my name," Damyan spoke slowly, caressing the hand he held.

Raven looked away with a soft blush. "That has nothing to do with anything I just said."

"You're not the villain here, Raven," Damyan fully faced her. "Slaede is."

"My hands are not clean."

"Neither are mine."

"I don't deserve your kindness," Raven tried to pull away.

"You deserve kindness, Raven," Damyan said, not budging. "Why not mine?"