Wingfire's Story (Teen Titans)

[Lady Lightfire]

OK, I know this isn't very good (most of the stuff here is REALLY good), but I will try my best! Hopefully I will learn to write better and maybe somebody will want to read this. Anyway.......


Prologue

It was a stormy day on Tamaran. The suns pierced the sky for brief moments, but never for very long. The rains would soon come, as they had for the past few months. The ground was mud under my feet.


I am Lightstar, a reporter for a Tamaranian newspaper. I am going to find out about the mysterious Captive 10. Nobody on Tamaran knows her name or story. We only know that a week ago or so she was captured on the planet Earth and taken to our dungeons. I am going to find out the story before anyone else!

I had reached the castle gates, flanked by two guards. It was always funny to me how every guard looks the same as another, but that was of little importance. Perhaps I could write an article on that another day.


“Who are you and what do you want?” one guard said in a loud, booming voice.


“I am Lightstar, a reporter. I seek an interview with the Captive 10.” I replied in a calm voice. The one who had spoken looked at the other, as if asking him what to do. The other guard regarded me for a second, before nodding assent.

“You are granted the interview” the first guard said “I will bring you to the dungeons. With that he turned on his heel and marched down the long, bright hall. I hurriedly followed, not wanting to fall behind and be lost in the castle. He turned off the hall, into a dark, dingy corridor that must lead to the dungeons.

We finally reached them. The dungeons. They were horrible. The prisoners wore the same cloths they had worn when they were captured, no matter how long they had been there. The floor was dirt, damp and uneven. The beds were no more then slabs of stone. I had come here once before when they were eating, and all they were fed was water and bread made of glengeer. There was fungus growing from the walls like slimy ropes, and very few of the cells had a window. The way into the cell from the dungeon passage was thick metal doors, so some rooms were deprived of sunlight.

“You lookin’ for Captive 10?” a hoarse voice suddenly asked. I jumped and almost fell.

“Yes,” I said as I tried to regain my posture, “can you bring me to her?” He nodded and started walking. I followed from the air, trying now to bump my head on the low, moss-covered ceiling. The old jailer was talking excitedly nonstop to me. I can only guess he doesn’t get many visitors here.

“She’s always angry, Captive 10 is,” he said. I nodded, hoping I would be there quickly. I don’t know haw much of this I can take without going completely insane. “You can’t talk much with her, or she’ll blast you with those bolts!” Suddenly I was listening again.

“She has starbolts?” I asked, trying and failing to keep excitement out of my voice.

“Yeah,” he said “Powerful too. She blasts you with them if you come near her, as far as I can tell.” I don’t blame her! I thought. “Here we are.” He said. He had stopped in front of Cell 97. He took a rusty key from a loop at his belt and unlocked the door. ”Good luck.” he said sadly. Great. I thought. That makes me feel a lot better. I walked into the cell.

She was sitting on her slab that served as her bed; her legs gracefully tucked under her. A stream of light from her window illuminated her, like a ragged angel. Her hair was black as night, and even though it was tangled from days without care, it was still beautiful. Her skin was light Tamaranian color. She was wearing a blue outfit, surprisingly like the one Princess Starfire wore. Her shirt however went down to only show an inch of skin.

“Captive 10?” I asked tentatively. She whipped around, her eyes glowing a bright blue.

“NEVER CALL ME THAT!” she screamed. I barely got out of the way as she hurled a starbolt at me. I landed on the ground, my back against the wall. There was nowhere to run, she had me trapped. She flew at me, eyes blazing.

“Wait!” cried desperately, my own hands glowing silver. “What should I call you?” She stepped back, the glow slowly ebbed from her hands. Apparently nobody had ever asked her this. They had just pushed her around and given her the name Captive 10. Her pride wouldn’t let her take that without a fight. She looked at me and simply said
“Wingfire.”



Umm.. yeah. Tell me what you think, and how I can improve!

[T.T.Raven4]

Good for a prolouge. (When I say that, I mean that if it was an actual chapter, and not a prolouge, I'd have a few gripes.)

That was good. It seems our Tamaranian friend has some anger problems, and that may add up to something. This seems very promising! Write on! WRITE ON!

BTW: FIRST POST! WOOT! YES! MY FIRST FIRST POST EVA! YEA!

[Lady Lightfire]

Hey, someone replied!:D Yeah, it was a prologe. I'll fix that.

[oneeyemonkeypie]

Umm...I like it, but I don't think it could happen. Have you seen betrothed? There is the ruling class, and peasants. It was a fuedal-serf deal thing. I doubt there would be newspapers.

Still, I want to see where this goes. Keep writing!

[T.T.Raven4]

Umm...I like it, but I don't think it could happen. Have you seen betrothed? There is the ruling class, and peasants. It was a fuedal-serf deal thing. I doubt there would be newspapers.
What?

[T.T.Raven4]

Umm...I like it, but I don't think it could happen. Have you seen betrothed? There is the ruling class, and peasants. It was a fuedal-serf deal thing. I doubt there would be newspapers.

What does this mean?

[raven54]

serf=peasant/underling, Europe's feudal era

in that eppie, it DID look a lot like there were the ruling rich people and the underlings that did things for the rich people.

Nice start, dude. Keep at it!

-edit-
hey hun. you're from minnesota too? awesome!!

[Kregor8]

Hey, this is nice. I love Tamaranian stories. This should be pretty cool. I don't really have any grips, yet. You didn't give us much, but I like what you've shown. I think you have a good grasp of the medeival/modern hybrid that is Tamaran, Reid's gripes aside. I think they would have newspapers and castles and dungeons. So, yes. Nice job. Don't forget to write slowly, write lots, and use the thesaurus constantly. That's what will make your story great. You have captialization and paragraphs. Your punctuation is almost perfect - you at least know what to do with quotation marks, commas, and periods. Suprisingly, some people take a while to learn this. You have it at the start, and that gives you an advantage.
I'm interested to see where this will go. I'll try to stay on top of it, but I can give no guarentees.
And for God's sake, don't spam! Or double-post. Use the edit button. It is your friend. That goes out to all of you who may forget. Don't blame me...:p

7<regor

[raven54]

Damn! that's what i forgot- I LOVE YOUR PUNCTUATION!!!! *hugs*

yes, I'm a total dork... but bad grammar in a story bugs the crap outta me. That and IM slang and gigantic run-ons in stories/reviews:sweat:

[Matt A]

Hmm, this looks promising. I'm guessing that the rest of the story will be Wingfire explaining how she came to be in the situation she's in now. If I'm right, then this should be pretty funky; if I'm not...well, it'll still be cool.

Anyway, keep going with this. Great ideas shouldn't be left to rot.

[Sproxie]

Damn! that's what i forgot- I LOVE YOUR PUNCTUATION!!!! *hugs*

yes, I'm a total dork... but bad grammar in a story bugs the crap outta me. That and IM slang and gigantic run-ons in stories/reviews:sweat:Yea, bad grammer drives me insane. Thats why everyone (Mostly the teachers) ignores me now when I correct them.



Hmm, this looks promising. I'm guessing that the rest of the story will be Wingfire explaining how she came to be in the situation she's in now. If I'm right, then this should be pretty funky; if I'm not...well, it'll still be cool.

Anyway, keep going with this. Great ideas shouldn't be left to rot.
^ I agree completely

[Lady Lightfire]

Wow,people replied! Here is Chapter 1, I'm sorry it's so short, I will try to write more next chapter.

Chapter 1

Wingfire's Point of View
I slowly let my rage ebb away. Not completely. It was never truly gone.

"What do you want?" I asked in a dangerous voice, my eyes still glowing slightly.

"I only want an interview."she said with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Because all of Tamaran wants to know about you. Why are you here? What is your true name? Who are you?" she replied quickly. She slowly staggered to her feet; giving off an air of nervousness. Obviously she thought I was going to attack again.

"Why should I tell you?" I asked her defiantly. And why should I? There was nothing in it for me, no reason for me to tell her anything! She looked at me with pity in her eyes and asked me coolly,

"Why not?" I gaped at her. I stood there and stared. She was right, and she knew it. You could tell, from that look in her eyes. I had nothing else to do, nowhere to go, nothing to lose. Nothing to lose. As far as I know, everyone I love is dead.

"All right," I sighed, "I’ll tell you. What do you want to know?"

"Just talk. Tell me everything."she said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. Everything. I thought. Where can I begin? Where does it end? I feel lost in a circle of horrer; everything only gets worse. I’ll start with the earliest thing I know; this starts before me. I’ll tell her about the Titans first. I looked up at her. She had what must be the Tamaranian equivalent of a notebook and pen out on her lap. I wouldn’t know the difference. I have never been here before. Don’t get homesick now, start your story!

"Well," I said slowly, "do you know who the Titans are?"

She looked at me, her bright silver eyes locked on my blue ones."I know some." she replied . "They came to Tamaran once years ago, when the Princess Starfire was so be wed to Glgedsklechh. It was a setup, so she never was forced to go through with it."

"When you saw the Titans, there were five main Titans and several honorary ones. There had been a sixth, but she had been turned to stone." I said. How many times have I heard this story? I wondered. Now I’m telling it myself.

"Turned to stone?"she asked with an inquiring look in her eyes.

"Yes." I said through gritted teeth. I balled my fists as rage pored through me; remembering memories I can’t forget. SLADE! I thought. Slade, Blackfire, Brother Blood and the HIVE! They killed them, and kidnaped me! I’ll tear them apart; I’ll destroy their world like they destroyed mine!\

I looked at Lightstar, and realized I should continue my tale, no matter how badly I would have rather blasted everything to pieces. "She was turned to stone when her powers set off a volcano, a volcano big enough to destroy a whole city. Many innocent lives would be taken if she didn’t do what she knew she must. She stopped the volcano, using her immense power over earth. The story goes that the one they were fighting, Slade, was taken for dead. But he was never truly gone." I said, trying to overcome the fury that pounded through my veins like fire. "She was not stone for too long, though. She was able to break free."

20 Years Before

It had been an ordinary day at Titan’s Tower. Raven was meditating on the roof, the only quiet place there was right now. Robin was training, Starfire was apparently trying to make a type of Tamaranian pudding (using ingredients that were NEVER ment to be mixed.) Cyborg and Beast Boy were, as usual, playing video games until their fingers fell off.

Something shifted in Raven’s subconscious. Something powerful was awakening, something was being hurdled through horrible realms of those who are barely alive, to come back to the land of the living. Raven closed her eyes tightly, attempting to reach out with her power to find out who the being was. A shockwave of power ripped through her mind and knocked her onto her back. An earthquake tore through the city. She looked over the city, and saw a column of yellow power rising out of the earth, towering above the city. Her eyes widened in shock; several volleyballs from their game earlier exploded. "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" she chanted, her form turning into a black raven. She had to get to the other Titans.

" Dude!" Beast Boy yelled, looking despondently at the TV, which had been broken during the earthquake,"The TV! I had almost beat you!"

"In your dreams BB!"Cyborg said distractedly. "What was it, Robin?" he addressed the boy wonder, who had started looking it up on the computer. Raven appeared at that moment.

"Terra."they said together. Beast Boy’s eyes widened in shock, quickly replaces by a look of joy that rivaled Starfire’s.

"Titans, GO!" Robin yelled. Starfire carried Robin, Raven made Cyborg a disk with her power, and Beast Boy flew in falcon form. Beast Boy flew as fast as his wings could carry him, getting far ahead of the others.

When they reached the place that Terra had been imprisoned, Beast Boy was holding Terra in his arms. She was in horrible shape. She was far too thin. She was unconscious, and she looked as if all her power had been drained. Beast Boy looked at his fellow Titans and said in a amazed yet ecstatic voice.

"Terra’s back"

Present

Wingfire sat on her slab, lost on her memories of stories told to her countless times by her family. He killed them anyway, she thought bitterly. No matter how many times he seems to be beaten, killed, he comes back and ruins more lives. No, don’t think like that! an almost forgotten optimistic side of her awoke. You can still beat them! No, I can’t! I already tried, and they were killed! They died because of my rage, my mistakes, my foolish pride! It was my fault, and Slade lives on. argued her pessimistic side. Well, either way, I can’t do anything now, I may as well continue with the story.

I looked into her warm silver eyes. It was like she really wanted to know my story. This gave my the strength to continue. Wait a second. Did I tell her..? I didn’t, did I? I should tell her that next, I should have told her right away!

I looked straight into her eyes and told her who my parents were. Robin and Starfire.



Ok, I think I might have screwed up in the paragraph where she is fighting with herself emotion-wise (3rd to last), I wasn't sure how to write that. Oh well. Tell me what you think!

[Sproxie]

Interesting..... i liked it alot. ummm, well, i dunno what else to say. :sweat: great job! ;)

[Matt A]

Impressive...most impressive.

The internal debate bit was fine: I couldn't have done it much better.

Oh, and the last line was an absolute killer. In a good way, of course...

[Kregor8]

Oh, oh, oh! This is really nice! That last line is the real <whateveryoucallit. It's good, trust me>. It's really going to pea-eye-essis-Edie Reid off, though. I like the way that you can interject the story with Wingfire's emotional conflicts and the reporter standing there. Cool future setting too - my story's set in the future! Woo! Only 16 years that way, though. I'd encourage you to read it, but that would be both stuck up and risk dilluting your vision. I too have created a daughter for Robin and Star, but she'll be just a little girl in my story. She hasn't come into the story yet, but she will. Her name is Goldfire. I'm looking forward to seeing somebody else's interpretation of that. It will be refreshing. And who knows, you'll probably do a way better job than me. I'm a guy with no sisters and I'm going to try to write a girl's part...
Oh yeah, what color are Wingfire's eyes and bolts? I missed that part. It's Lightstar who has the silver eyes, right? Anyway, keep up the goods. Man, I say that too much...

7<regor

[decka]

This is really good! I congradulate you! I can't wait to see how the story unfolds itself

[raven54]

wow. impressive. and... well, that's really all i have to say. Me gusto- post more soon!

[Raven13]

oo i like the story so far very good!!! i like how Robin and Starfire are Wingfires parents!!! Very good grammer (better than my stories grammer) but see im not very good at grammer anyway i love the story keep writting u never o where this story might take u lol!!!!!!

o and now since i have a screename all i can write is AIM languege lol:)

~ ~ Raven13 ~ ~

[Magick]

This is great. Really great. Post more, or I shall inflict upon you the curse of...umm...well. I'll get back to you on the curse.:sweat: Seriously, I want to hear more.

[T.T.Raven4]

Hm...It was 20 years before...so it's 20 years later...so that makes sense.


So this means Starfire and Robin are Married or whatever. Good. It also mixes in with Terra's revival, and Wingfires anger. She seems to have so much anger within her aimed at so many people. Very good. Excellent. Spectacular. Extrordianry. Etc.

Write on!

~TTR4~

[Matt A]

Wingfire sat on her slab, lost on her memories of stories told to her countless times by her family. He killed them anyway, she thought bitterly. No matter how many times he seems to be beaten, killed, he comes back and ruins more lives. No, don’t think like that! an almost forgotten optimistic side of her awoke. You can still beat them! No, I can’t! I already tried, and they were killed! They died because of my rage, my mistakes, my foolish pride! It was my fault, and Slade lives on. argued her pessimistic side. Well, either way, I can’t do anything now, I may as well continue with the story.

It's just occured to me what that paragraph means: Slade kills the Titans!

Ms. Lightfire, may God help you if I'm right...

[T.T.Raven4]

Good God. WM, if you're right, well, this will be one of the bigger fics if used correctly. That's a very nice idea even if it's not it. NOW YOU HAVE ME ANXIOUS! AUGH! WRITE MORE! ahem.

~TTR4~

[Lady Lightfire]

OK.. Kregor8, Wingfire has blue eyes and starbolts. Sorry if I didn't make that clear. I have read part of your story, and it's really good. WM and TTR4, I'm not going to tell you. You get to figure that out yourselves! :p

[T.T.Raven4]

I HATE YOU! Argh! That's so evil!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!:crying: :crying:

That is so evil though...

[Lady Lightfire]

Ok.. sorry this took so long. I have been pretty busy with the holidays. Then my horse got colic yesterday......But I finally have it typed. Again, this chaper is in Wingfire's point of view.


Chapter 2


Lightstar looked at me with shock written all over her face."Robin and Starfire?"she repeated dazedly." Princess Starfire married on Earth? To a HUMAN?"

"Yes." I sighed. It’s the same reaction I get anytime someone finds out who I am. Noone on Earth can believe I am half Tamaranian. I guess on Tamaran you would only marry an alien if it was absolutely necessary. People are afraid of what they don’t know.

She was hurridly writing notes in her notebook. She looked up at me and requested "Please continue." She tried to sound calm as she said this, but her eyes betrayed her. She was stunned by this new revalation. My heritage disturbed her. I am a hybrid of class and culture: of species. But I’m not the only one. My brother and sister.......I miss them so much. I would give anything to bring them back. I can’t.

I looked up at her and continued, almost smiling. This part of my story was happy, but it feels as though nothing can penetrate my veil of grief and rage. " My mother and father were married when they were 21. I was born when they were 23. My brother was born 4 years later, and my sister 4 years after him." I said, my voice choked with emotion.

Don’t worry, I thought, crying inside, I will avenge your deaths. My ever-present anger awoke from were I had tried to stuff it away, growing with my sorrow like broken vines. Those two emotions were so raw, so deep, it seems they were all I felt. The sorrow seemed endless, and the rage streched just as far. The rage may cause me to do things I’ll regret, but for now, I don’t care. The sorrow almost goes beyond feeling. Their combined weight comsumes me. I fly on the broken wings of mourning and fury.

"Did they have any powers?" Lightstar suddenly asked. I give out a slight cry as she suprises me out of my thoughts. Blue starbolts appear at my hands, then ebb away as my suprise passes.

"Oh," I say, still half-lost in thought. I shook my head to clear it. If only it was always that easy to shake off emotion. I thought wistfully. " Yes. My sister Jewelfire had Tamaranian powers. Red starbolts, superstength, and flight. My brother, Hawk, had suprestrengh and what we called " volts". I answered. I better use their true names to her. I thought cautiously. If I had ever called them those names when I was home, they would have gone after me with their powers. Jewelfire was always Starling, and Hawk was always called Volt. I can see where Volt’s nickname came from, but where we got Starling I have no idea. Maybe it was haw much she loved those birds, or maybe it was how she looked like a miniature of Mom. A starling.

"Volts?" she asked, looking at me quizzically.

"Yes." I affirmed. " The yellow starbolts he made were just large enough to cover his fingertips. He was not able to throw them, but if he touched you with them it was like an electric shock; a volt of electricity. They weren’t as powerful as a full starbolt, so he used martial arts and his superstrength as his main weapon."

I almost smiled as I remembered them. Not only my siblings, but the other children of the Titans as well. Gaia and Bris, the twins. Demi, the nickname for their little sister Demeter. Then there was Rachel and Joe, short for Joseph. I had to tell her about all of them, and describe their powers. My throat was suddenly choked with this onrush if emotion. I don’t know if I can go on anymore! I thought. I can barely keep myself under control! But I have to, I argued with myself. I’ve already started, I can’t let her think I cannot keep myself under control!

I looked up at her. She was waiting expectantly, seeming to understand what I was going through and letting me go at my own pace. Maybe that’s just what I want to think; what I want her to be like. I spoke slowly, trying keeping my emotions under control. "The other Titans had children also. Gaia had power over rock. Her twin brother Bris also had a power over rock . His was different in that he could form rock into animals." She looked at me blankly.

"He could turn rock into animals?" she said unbelievingly.

"Yes." I said " He could turn rock into anything and have it attack or take him places that he couldn’t get to alone. Their little sister Demeter had the power to turn into animals." A tear threatened to fall, but I stubbornly did not allow it. I can’t cry! I thought desperately, Don’t show emotion! Try to be strong!

I looked at her and went on, hot tears threatening to flood down my face.
"Rachel had a telekinetic power. She could pick up any object and make it do her will. This included herself; she could make herself fly. She also had a healing ability. Her power was based off emotion, in her case, that meant that things blow up around her all the time. She had a hard time controlling her wild emotions." I smiled to myself as I remembered Rachel. She was so young, only 8. She had such a bad time controlling her emotions. It didn’t help that she always forgot her magic words.
I continued, my voice breaking, "Joseph was not born with any powers. He was injured in one of our parents fights with a villen, and his left arm was cut off at the elbow. He was fitted with a cyboronic limb and he could shoot out a laser blast from it."

She was writing all this down in her book, as calm and sedate as she always seemed. Writing down everything I told her... the information of my life. Of their lives. I imagined their faces in my head, looking at me, smiling at me....

I couldn’t take it anymore. I can’t hold it in! The emotion is too much! I thought, half-blinded by my pain of emotion. Tears began rolling down my face, the first tears I had cried in anyone’s presence since they died. I was muttering to myself, asking myself why I had tried to fight them, my rant getting louder until I cried out in fury and sorrow. Lightstar took a tentative step forward, as if to try and comfort me. Starbolts shimmered at my hands, and she stepped back. I didn’t want comforting, and how could she help anyway? She has no idea what it’s like! NO IDEA! She just stood and watched me mourn, and no matter what I thought, she was still a comforting presence.




Sorry that it was so short. I wanted to post something before my vacation, and I didn't realize haw short it was until I posted it. Anyway, I won't be posting until sometime in the New Year. I'm going to Texas.
Tell me what you think.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!

[Matt A]

Now that was a cool present. 'Nuff said.

[Raven13]

Very cool and creative!!! Loved how you made all the powers for all the titans sons nad daughters!!!! Loved it!:D I think i have an idea what is going to happen next!;) Anyway Great job, keep up the good work!:)

~ ~ Raven13 ~ ~

[T.T.Raven4]

Detail was excellent. Spectacular. Her emotions were displayed in a perfect fashion.

It wasn't too short too me. That's a very good size just for talking.

That was awesome. I can't wait to see more of this.

~TTR4~

[Crowgirl]

Now that was a cool present. 'Nuff said.
No critisms, and what a great present indeed.

I honestly can't say how good this is. THIS IS AWESOME!!!

Crowgirl

[Kregor8]

The more I read, the more impressed I am. I'll say more when I have more time.

I'll edit this post with a full review.

7<regor

[Crowgirl]

Um... is this over? I'd love to see it finish.....

[Raven13]

Yea I love this story Please write more very SOON!!!:D

~ ~ Raven13 ~ ~

[Matt A]

Likewise!

[Lady Lightfire]

I'm Back! My computer has been acting strange, it won't let me go on the Internet sometimes, and sometimes it freezes for no reason that I can see. But now the computer's fixed, so you get a chapter twice as long as I originally had it! :D
Again, Wingfire's point of view



Chapter 3



I was breathing raggedly, unevenly, trying to calm myself as emotions coursed through my body. I was forcing my breathing to slow and I felt almost in control. But just after, my memories, my traitorous memory would remind me of their deaths and my breathing again heightened. The same argument with myself replayed in my head, never ceasing.....
Calm down! I yelled at myself. They’re gone, you can’t change that, you need to continue. No... no... no I can’t. another part of me whimpered. I can’t go on while they’re dead, I can’t live alone, I can’t love alone, I can’t EXIST alone! It’s tearing me apart, I can’t live with the pain! Tears coursed freely down my cheeks, I made no effort to wipe them away. The other side of me rallied, trying to pull me out of my building depression. Yes, you can. I argued with myself. You can! You need to! Why? The other part whined, What’s the point? The point is, they never would have wanted you to stop fighting. They taught you to never be stopping, never ceasing. Never giving up even when the impossible was at hand. One side had finally won the argument. My emotions were under control–for now. I forced a deep breath, and looked up at her.

She was looking at my huddled form, but when I made eye contact she quickly looked away. I had seen through her mask of calm for a brief moment; she looked saddened by my outburst. More then that, she looked as if she were about to cry herself. I wiped away my tears and began again, my voice hoarse from my outburst.

" We were the children of the Titans, and we were proud." I spoke. She let out a small gasp of surprise at my sudden speech. She quickly regained her composure and looked imploringly at me, as any reporter would. "We were so proud of who our parents were. We wanted to be just like them. My sister and I always wore Tamaranian-style clothes, just like our mother. My brother wore clothing styled like my father’s" I smiled to myself as I remembered how little Starling had looked, in a red outfit that reached just to her knees and her metallic gold armor. It slowly faded when I remembered that same color, staining the earth..... My tired eyes began to tear up again; I shut them tightly and tried to forget that horrible vision. One tear fell.......

" Wingfire?" Lightstar softly and carefully asked, not wanting to make me angry again. I shook myself to clear my head-- as much as I could.

" I’m sorry." I muttered. "It’s just-" I caught myself. I don’t want to tell her my feelings, just the facts. Just the facts. I bit my lip, not letting my emotions take over.

"It’s just-?" she prompted, silver eyebrows raised and one hand out, asking me to elaborate.

I shook my head. " Nothing." I falsely assured her " Nothing important." She opened her mouth as if to speak, but seemed to think better of it and closed it again. I had almost completely lost my train of thought at this point, and had to rack my brain trying to figure out where I had been. Suddenly remembering the idea slightly, I went on.

"Rachel wore what I guess to be Azarathian-style clothing. Her personality didn’t match her mothers, and that showed in her color choices. " I could almost see Raven’s face when Rachel showed her the extremely colorful cloak -bright greens, blues, and shades of purple. Her mother wouldn’t have been caught dead in it. Rachel loved wearing it; her gray eyes always sparkled a little brighter and her dark skin looked radiant in it.

" She loved bright colors." I said. " Her brother Joe was just the opposite. He always controlled his emotions and love darkness over light." He was always a kind of loner, he was ten but acted far older. He loved to meditate with his mother even though he didn’t need it: whereas you had to physically drag Rachel to do her meditation. There was always a thousand things she would rather do. Rachel was difficult to force, because she did have telekinesis, and would throw things at you. Joe was the only one who could get her to meditate without force. His powerful blasts, and her inconsistent telekinesis had been no match for our enemies....

" Bris was our jokester, always ready to make you smile. He idolized his father; wanted to be just like him. His twin sister Gaia was her own person, and wanted to be like herself and noone else. She was independent, but give a sign of a problem and she’d be there to help you out. Demeter, or Demi wanted to be like Gaia, which drove her older sister crazy." Their smile ..... their laughter.... I closed my eyes tightly and repeated to myself, no don’t cry again, not again, not again. Convinced I had a hold on myself, I relaxed slightly.

"My life was so good before. I was always surrounded by friends, parents who loved me, and the rest of the Titans who were more like surrogate parents than anything. I had superpowers. The only thing with that life is, you are in constant danger. Anyone you are seen with, anyone you know are endangered. You are jeopardize peoples’ lives wherever you go. You can’t get away from it." How many times had I recklessly acted, flying just because I could, or hitting people with a starbolt when they made me angry? I thought, angry with myself. How many times have I shown off, and in doing so almost killed myself or someone around me with my mistakes? Suddenly my memories of that time came back, and I realized again, They died because of me. My mistakes. They were the most important people in the world to me, an it was my pride that killed them. Pride. It was the pride that we lived in; the pride and rage that fueled our hearts that killed them. My heart more than anything else. I led after...... after the Titans.... I would not think about this anymore. The thoughts weakened me. I will not think about this anymore! But I realized I had to, If she were to know everything. I had to tell her... my past. Everything.

I looked up at her, her calm air almost completely gone now. I guess it will be completely gone by the end of this, if my own emotional display has been this bad. She hasn’t heard anything yet. I told her my story, from the time before the Titans want down.

2 months before

" Wingfire? WWIINNGGFFIIRREE!!!!!!" someone yelled. I jumped up out of my bed, my head hitting my headboard as I did so.

" What!" I yelled, starbolts at the ready. I looked around to see who my attacker was. I saw a red and gold blur; in my half-asleep state, it looked like an enemy. I yelled again as I hit the figure with a starbolt.

" Hey! Whatcha do THAT for?" It turns out that someone is Starling.

" What are you doing in my room!" I screamed at her. She sat on my bed, completely unaware of my glowing eyes and hands.

" Waking you up!" she sang gleefully, flying out of my reach as I lunged at her.
" You little-" I lunged again when she swooped in reach, but my reflexes must not be awake yet, as I missed. "What time IS it?" I asked groggily, trying to take the attention away from my missed attempt.

" Nya-nya you missed me!"she cried exuberantly. I guess it didn’t work. " And its... its...." She thought hard as she looked at my clock. She had just learned how to read a clock, and was still slow. "7:30! Its 7:30!" she said excitedly.

I gaped at her. " 7:30?" She nodded, and looking as if she realized the danger of my again glowing eyes, she backed away. I slowly floated out of bed and flew up to her face. A look of mock terror crossed her little face, but there was still laughter in her blue human eyes. " You. Got. Me. Up. At. 7. 30. In. The. MORNING?!

" Yes?" she said. I let out a scream and my eyes got more energy in preparation for a blast.

"AAIIEEE!" she shrieked as she flew down to her room, my blast chasing her the whole way. She was able to dodge it, but I had not put much energy into it anyway. As angry as I was about getting up this early, I didn’t want to hurt her.

" Whoa." a voice from behind me said. I turned around to see Bris, Gaia, and Volt, staring. Gaia was twisting her long green hair around her finger, nervous that I had hit Starling. "Remind me not to wake you up in the morning!" Bris laughed at his own idea of a joke.

" I wonder if she got hit?" asked Gaia worriedly, walking toward Starling’s door.

" Don’t worry." I sighed. " I didn’t hit her." I walked slowly back to my room. I was tiered but knew I would get no more sleep, now that she had woken me up. Now that I was alone, I suddenly noticed a pounding headache. What the--? I wondered When did I get this? Looked over at my headboard and remembered. Yes. Starling. I could just about kill her right now..... I had better go take something for this. I thought.

I walked over to the elevator, and tried to push the button, only to find my way blocked by a deep blue colored shield. Sharply inhaling breath I looked around. " Rachel, I know you’re here!" I yelled.

" Of course it’s me, who else had blue power?" she yelled in a sing-song voice. WHY IS EVERYONE UP SO EARLY! I yelled to myself.

Answering her question, I yelled "I have blue power!"

" Oh. Yeah." she said, as she dropped from where she had been levitating before. One of the jewels on my metal armguard shattered from her embarrassment. " Sorry!" she said, cheerful again. She looked as if she was going to fix my jewel when a look of confusion crossed her face.

" Forgot your words again?" I asked. She nodded meekly. "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos." I sighed.

" Oh, yeah! Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos." she chanted. The fragments of my jewel became dark blue, and they pulled themselves back together and put themselves in place. She smiled a huge smile, which made the chair behind her become reduced to pieces. "Oh, no" she sighed as she re-assembled it.

I was finally about to push the button when she asked " Do you know where Starling is?" I slowly turned, and with the most controlled voice I could make out, told her.

" She’s in her room." Rachel slowly levitated herself and went down the hall as quickly as she could, hearing the danger in my voice. I swear, if one more person– I thought viciously, ready to blast the next person to talk to me until I got something for this pounding headache. Thankfully our parents were training, or I would have to listen to the Breakfast Fight, or have my mother give me some Tamaranian cure for my headache.

I finally reached the kitchen and flew over to the medicine cabinet. I went through it as quickly as I could, but couldn’t find a thing. I slumped over at the prospect of a Tamaranian pudding of some kind.

" Looking for this?" an almost monotone voice from behind me spoke. I jumped in surprise and turned, seeing Joe standing behind me. For a second I almost blasted him, but realized in time that he had the aspirin. I thanked him as he handed it to me. He slowly nodded his acceptance and walked in the direction of his room. I quickly took the pill and headed back to my room, a little faster now that I was no longer half-asleep. I was almost back to my room when a small, gold kitten jumped on me. In my surprise I fell over, but was standing just as quickly, ready to counter-attack. The kitten suddenly changed to a little girl with blonde hair and skin as gold as the kitten she had been moments before.

" Hey! It’s just me!" Demi cried, not wanting to be on the receiving end of my blasts. I let them ebb away, then asked in a mock stern voice.

" Why did you attack me?" She looked like a caged animal; her green eyes became huge and she gushed-

"WellStarlingandRachelaretryingtobreakintoyourroomand–"

"Stop!" I yelled. She stopped talking immediately, her hands clamped over her mouth. "Tell me again what you just said, but slow down."

She looked fearfully at me and rambled. " Starling and Rachel are trying to break into your room, because you locked it just now and I was supposed to distract you –"

" They’re doing WHAT!" I yelled and flew down the hallway. Nobody goes in my room! I thought. I turned into the hall where my room was, my eyes burning. They were pressing buttons on the keypad to unlock my door; then silencing the alarm it gave off when the code was wrong by soundproofing it with Rachel’s power. I flew up to them, my hands giving off an bright blue. They looked up to see me, then looked at each other. As neither had an excuse to get out of this, they simply ran; my starbolts burning the air behind them.




Wingfire and Starling sound like me and my little sister when I get up in the morning. Wingfire and I also like to sleep in.:sweat: Anyway......
Tell me what you think!

[Crowgirl]

That was great! You displayed the emotions so well in that chapter, it was great. Poor Wingfire..... But I really like how you described each of the people's personality compared to their parent's, that was a good idea. I also loved the flashback, that was genius.

However, it seemed that some things moved very fast and they got confusing after a short time. Maybe smaller paragraphs might help.

I wonder why they were trying to break into her room though.....

CG

[T.T.Raven4]

Everything that Crowgirl just said. No criticisms. This is awesome.

JUst because I'm into the habit of asking; will this be one of those stories just based on the emotions like The Color Wheel, or are you bringing in a villian? I'm stuck in the habit of asking, so might as well.

This is spectacular. Hope your computer stays...Healthy?

[Crowgirl]

Hope your computer stays...Healthy?
My advice is giving it carrots. But I do think she's gonna bring in a villian, since she's like, telling the story of what happened.

[T.T.Raven4]

My advice is giving it carrots. But I do think she's gonna bring in a villian, since she's like, telling the story of what happened.
Crowgirl...Do you need to go back in the rubber rat room? *Pages security*

Okay, Thanks Crowgirl. I've just started asking people cause I felt like it.

[Crowgirl]

You know what?!? I think it's time you went in the rubber rat room.

*Drags TTR4 into room by ear and throws him in*

Have fun. I know I did. :D

Non-Spam: I cannot wait for more!

[Sproxie]

That was great! You displayed the emotions so well in that chapter, it was great. Poor Wingfire..... But I really like how you described each of the people's personality compared to their parent's, that was a good idea. I also loved the flashback, that was genius.

However, it seemed that some things moved very fast and they got confusing after a short time. Maybe smaller paragraphs might help.

I wonder why they were trying to break into her room though.....

CGWhy is it always Crowgirl who says what I want to say first?

*Sees Crowgirl walk past dragging TTR4 by the ear*
What the heck...?

Anyway, I really love this story! :anime:

[Crowgirl]

Why is it always Crowgirl who says what I want to say first?
Let us just say I am a clever little girl Sproxie.

*Sees Crowgirl walk past dragging TTR4 by the ear*

What the heck...?

What? *Throws TTR4 in dark room and gives sickening grin*

You wanna join him?

[Sproxie]

You wanna join him?No, no, it's ok, really.... *Runs off screaming*

[Matt A]

Yep, that chapter was cool. It shows the Titans' kids being every bit as childish as their parents once were, but seeing as we know that this is merely the calm before the hurricane (so to speak) it has an almightly sense of poignancy (sp?). Well done!

[Kregor8]

This is crazy! You've turned Titans' Tower into a madhouse! So many little kids. It's a little bit of a challenge to keep track of the kids, but fun nevertheless.
You've done a good job of writing this - there were only a few small mistakes. I won't bring them up, because they're minor. I'll probably be the only one to notice them.
I think your character development has been good. You've created a huge familly of titans, all of whom have their own quirks. And you keep them straight. So it's kind of cool. I hope they don't all die...
Anyway, I would make a crack about how long it took you to post your chapter, but I posted my last on Christmas and still don't have a new one ready...:o

7<regor

[Raven13]

YEAHHHHH ur back!!!!!!!!!! well I really liked that chapter very cool!! I really have nothing else to say but GREAT!!

~ ~ Raven13 ~ ~

[Lady Lightfire]

I've got some really bad news.:crying: I have the chapter all typed up and ready to go, but my laptop has no power. The only power cord I have is broken, so I have to wait until I go into town to buy a new one. I can't re-type it on my main computer because I only have part of it out on paper. I could kill my computers.:mad:

I will get this chapter up as soon as I get the cord, so please wait more patiently then me. You know Crowgirl, maybe I will try carrots. It might make them work better. *tries to stick a carrot in the computer and gets electrocuted.* Nope...that dosen't work.

[Matt A]

Bugger. Computer problems suck.:mad:

Oh well, I'll just sit here and wait patiently...

...Nope, can't do it.:p