Raven had been blankly staring at the flames when she heard her name called once again. "Raven." She looked up to see Damyan standing above her.

"Damyan," she blinked up at him.

"May I sit?" he asked. Raven nodded. "So," Damyan began immediately. "Jhon overheard something."

"What did he overhear?"

"Did Queen Hippolyta talk to you about an hour ago?" Raven pursed her lips and nodded. "Yeah," he sighed. "He heard Queen Hippolyta tell Princess Diana that she told you the truth about what happened to Azarath. How they didn't come to Azarath's aid."

"It's fine," Raven brushed it off. She didn't want to talk about it.

"Raven," Damyan sighed.

"I will try to contact Maya tonight," Raven looked at him blankly, "you don't have to worry about it. Tell them I'll do it." She felt like she was being used. Raven sighed heavily. Slaede or no Slaede, her powers were all she was good for, apparently.

"Raven," Damyan placed a hand on her shoulder, searing her through the tunic she was wearing.

Raven shrugged his hand off of her shoulder. "I just want to be alone," Raven sighed.

"Okay," Damyan said, "I'll be in my tent if you need me."

Raven shifted on the ground, crossing her legs. The sky had darkened. It was finally time to reach out to Maya. It was going to be hard, nearly impossible with all of this iolite. Maya would have to do most of the work. It was nearly midnight. Hopefully, Maya was asleep and searching for Raven.

Beads of sweat formed on Raven's forehead. She'd been at it for over an hour, and nothing. "Come on, Maya," Raven muttered. "I need you to reach out. Please reach out," Raven begged. She was dizzy and tired. She needed a break.

Raven's eyes fluttered open. The world around her had stopped. Raven slowly stood to her feet. People were frozen midstride and mid-conversation. Sparks from the huge fire remained suspended in space. "Raven?" she heard a small voice call out. Raven turned around.

"Maya!" Raven exclaimed before running to her sister and pulling her into a tight hug. "How are you?" Raven asked. She then drew back to look her sister in the eye. Raven's breath froze when she saw Maya's face. One side was swollen and purple; the other side had a deep gash. "Omigosh!" Raven cupped Maya's face. "What happened?"

"Where are you?" Maya cried out. "Slaede wants you back. He thought you were kidnapped, but now he's not so sure. Since I can't find you or Themyscira, he allows Mara to do what she will."

"Mara?" Raven gasped.

"And…and…" Maya looked down.

"What else is happening?" Raven gripped Maya's upper arms. "Tell me," she urged.

"And Graent hit me."

Fear gripped Raven's heart. "I'm coming back, Maya," Raven said. "Tell Slaede I'm coming back."

"Raven…"

"No, I won't let them hurt you anymore. I'm coming back, just hold on."

"I have to find it," Maya gasped. "I have to find you. Slaede, he'll…"

Raven gasped, returning to her body. She was still sitting and conversation was happening around her. No one had noticed her in a trance. "I have to go," Raven muttered to herself. "I have to go." She scrambled to her feet. Blindly stumbling along as she still hadn't oriented herself, she didn't see the little girl in front of her. "Woah," Raven said as she tripped over the little girl, taking them both to the ground. "I am so sorry," Raven immediately apologized to the small child. "I am so sorry." Raven reached down and began to lift the girl from the ground. As soon as she made contact, a vision burst through the iolite boundary nearly knocking Raven to her feet. Everything was on fire. Arrows embedded themselves into the bodies of Themyscira's warriors. Screams filled the air, and the little girl lay dead in Raven's arms.

"Uh!" Raven scrambled back, dropping the girl.

"Ow," the little girl cried.

"No, I'm sorry," Raven tried to apologize, but the little girl ran off. "Damyan, I need to find Damyan."

Still feeling dizzy, Raven finally found her way to Damyan's tent. She placed her hand on the tent's post. "Damyan!" "Damyan!" Raven cried as he lay in her arms, three arrows protruding from his chest. She was too late, he was already dead. "Don't go," she sobbed. Raven saw a shadow over her. She looked up to see Slaede looking down at her apathetically. "This is all your fault, Raven," he said, "if only you had come back home to me."

"Raven!" Raven felt her head jerk. Damyan was staring at her in concern, gripping her upper arms. "Raven!" Raven met his warm, beautiful, turquoise eyes. She felt his hands on her face, smoothing her hair. Raven closed her eyes as she felt his thumb stroke her cheek. Her stomach fluttered. She wanted to stay like this forever. "Raven," Damyan said her name softly.

"I have to go," Raven breathed out, slowly opening her eyes. "I have to go back."

"What? Come here," Damyan ushered her into his humble abode. "You saw something. Tell me."

"Maya – Slaede's taking his anger out on her," Raven pulled her fingers through her hair as she paced. "I can't sit here and wait."

"Raven," Damyan reached for her arms.

"I saw you die," she said, making Damyan freeze.

"What?" he whispered.

"I saw you die," she said as tears gathered in her eyes.

"Sit," Damyan said, pulling Raven down with him. "Now, tell me what you saw."

"I was able to contact Maya, rather, she was able to reach me. She – she looked terrible. Mara sliced her face."

"Of course, Mara's with Slaede," Damyan scoffed, and if Mara's there, then the League is there with her. Dammit!"

"Damyan," Raven played with her fingers. "I need to go back. You have to let me go."

"You said you saw me die." Raven nodded. "Are you sure that the iolite isn't distorting your visions?"

"I know what I saw, Damyan."

"Your visions aren't always set in stone, right? You're seeing a possible future."

"Yes."

"Damyan – "

"You're scared. I get that but running back to Slaede – that's suicide. We have a plan. If you give us a week – "

"Maya doesn't have a week," Raven begged. "I can't stay here, Damyan. The longer I stay here, the more dangerous it is for my family…and probably for these people."

"Raven," Damyan held her face, brushing her tears away.

"I won't lose my family," Raven stated firmly. "I can't lose my family," she said softly, "and I can't lose you."

"Me?" Damyan gazed at her.

"I don't know how, but these last three days you've become…I can't picture living in a world where you're dead."

"Raven, I'm not going to die."

"How do you know?"

"Like you said – you saw a possible future. The future is always changing. Do you know what that means?" he gazed into her beautiful violet eyes. Raven shook her head. "It means I make my own fate, and I'm in charge of my own destiny," he whispered before pulling her into a heated kiss.

Raven placed her hands on his shoulders. She knew she should push him away, but as he pulled her into his lap and dragged his fingers through her hair, Raven found that she couldn't. She moaned when Damyan pulled her into his chest. Pulling away to receive oxygen, Raven then slowly explored Damyan's muscular chest with her hands. Damyan inhaled sharply and his breath quickened the lower her hands went, and that was when Raven decided. She wanted to know what it felt like to be treated gently, to be cherished – even if it was for just one night.

Damyan hadn't exactly been hiding in his tent all day, but his stomach and chest had been feeling weird all day. Because Damyan had never been one for crowds, he assumed it was a reaction to being out in the open surrounded by hundreds of people. Sitting alone in his tent, the weird feeling in his stomach and chest had dissipated. Unfortunately, it came back when Jhon stopped by, and the fluttering only grew worse when he went to confront Raven. It wasn't until Raven was inches from his face, until he was staring deep into her beautiful eyes, that he realized what he was feeling.

Now, she was in his arms, and she was kissing him. When she had first pulled away, Damyan worried he'd scared her off. Then, he felt her hands on her chest and abdomen, leaving a trail of fire everywhere she touched. Looking into his eyes, she had slowly leaned back in, and Damyan had taken control.

Opening his mouth to her, he angled his head and touched her lips with his tongue. She acquiesced, and Damyan quickly trapped her lower lip between his and kissed her harder. Pulling away, Damyan grabbed the bottom of his tunic that she was still wearing and pulled it over her head. A thin scrap of material that barely covered anything was the only thing between Damyan and her body. Raven chuckled. "What?" Damyan asked, before kissing her deeply.

"I can't believe you made me wear…this."

"It was the closest thing to me at the time," he kissed her neck.

"Prostitutes wear this," Raven half chuckled, half moaned.

Damyan chuckled as he traced his lips up her jaw to her cheek. Wrapping an arm around her waist, flipped their positions, gently laying Raven on the ground. "Is this okay?" Damyan whispered. Raven nodded. "I need you to say 'yes'."

"Yes," Raven breathed.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, his finger tracing the middle of her chest. He put his hand over her heart. He could feel it racing through his palm.

"Yes," Raven breathed out again.

"Good," Damyan smiled before gently pulling down the straps of her makeshift dress. A pretty blush made its way from Raven's cheeks down to the top of her breasts. "Don't hide yourself," Damyan whispered as his body began to burn, "you're beautiful." Searching his eyes, Raven wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a heated kiss, a passionate kiss, arching her body into his. Damyan felt her body shudder beneath his wandering hands. As he kissed down her chest, he resolved to show her a kindness and gentleness she'd never seen.