Prophecy Blackbird

[Dragon]

Prologue

Bartholomew Trigon was on his way home from work when it happened. A monk from the local temple ran past him to the hospital. Upon seeing Bartholomew, he screeched to a halt. Turning, Bart saw that it was Cedar, head of the forethought branch.
“Bart! Just the fellow we’ve been looking for! We’re having a bit of a technical difficulty down at the temple. There’s just been this prophecy and…”
Cedar helplessly raised his hands. Shaking his head, he continued. “You know how Azarath was founded by the Atlanteans of Earth? Well, it seems that not all life was wiped out when Atlantis fell. But there’s a girl called Raven, and she’s supposed to be this portal of ultimate destruction, and, and, and…”
“Whoa! Slow down Cedar, I don’t understand what this has to do with me,” Bartholomew said. Cedar took a deep breath, did a quick bit of meditation and continued.
“The girl who’s supposed to destroy earth? She’s your daughter. And she was born not ten minutes ago.”
Bartholomew’s head was rushing. As he walked, he quickly reviewed the facts; one: his daughter had just been born. Two: there was a prophecy about her that stated Three: she would destroy Earth. He sighed. Things were not going well for him at the moment. He would have to tell Arella about this prophecy, and find a safe place for her to grow up. What he could not understand was where his daughter would get such a name as Raven. It was a monk’s name! No, he and Arella had settled on Sarelle. Well, he had best go and see his little daughter, now that he was here.
“Hello, Bart. I’m glad you got here.” said Arella, smiling. “Would you like to see Sarelle? She’s doing fine, and the doctors have said we can go home today.” Bart peered down at his little bundle of joy. When he saw her, so tiny and helpless, he remembered Cedar’s words. “Arella? I ran into Cedar on the way here, and he told me that Sarelle here is supposed to destroy Earth. What are we going to do? If word gets out, then people will attempt to kill her. Nowhere she goes will be safe.” Arella frowned. “Well, we won’t worry about that now. We will raise Sarelle to be as normal as possible, and get her a pet elemental, something not too destructive.” Bartholomew smiled, and then his world was turned upside down. A sniper had been hiding in the corner, and with a single spell, threw Bartholomew clean out of the Azarathian dimension. Right into the Netherworld, and drove him insane instantaneously. Meanwhile, Cedar was gazing in Forethought, and saw Bartholomew Trigon destroying the Earth.

[Dragon]

I am new at this, and hope that my work is appreciated. I highly dislike some versions of Raven's life, as if The last name of the first character isn't enough. I know that it is choppy, but here is the first part of chapte one. please reply, but refrain from bad grammer.

Chapter One

Sarelle ran in the door, followed closely by Typhoon, her air elemental. A ten year old hyperactive ball of energy, she could not stay still for an instant. Her teachers had trouble handling her, and she was nearly unstoppable in the temple. “Hey mom what’s for lunch, can you make it fast? I have a lesson in two minutes and I can’t be late again, but I want to stop by Rook’s for a minute and-”
“Slow down honey. Here’s some lunch, and do not stop by Rook’s. That lad is nothing but trouble.” Arella said, smiling. Sarelle snorted and rolled her eyes. Her mom was always saying stuff like this. Didn’t her mom know that she wanted to be a member of the Guard when she grew up? Rook, her best friend and a novice at the temple, had been teaching her a bit. Including her all time favorite telekinetic chant. It went Azarath Metrion Zinthos. She wasn’t really good right now. All she could do was move a pebble. And Rook could levitate!
“Honey?” Arella’s words made her abruptly cut off her thoughts. “You have thirty seconds to get to school. Best get a move on!”
Sarelle yelped. Grabbing her rucksack, she darted out the door and around the corner. In an alcove, she surveyed her options. School was too far away. The only thing for it was teleportation, but as weak as she was… no, now was not the time for weak thoughts. She had to do it. Sitting cross legged on the ground, she closed her eyes and started chanting. She barely noticed as she begun floating in the air. She was completely focused on her destination. Beneath her, a portal of black energy opened beneath her, but she didn’t notice. The first thing she was aware of was her teacher staring down at her, an expression of complete disbelief on his face.
“Sarelle! I don’t believe it! You’re ten seconds early! Congratulations young lady, you get a bonus!” he said. “Now hurry and get inside! We’re about to start, and it’s a good lesson today. Cedar is speaking today”
Sarelle was excited, but also but also a bit nervous. Cedar and everyone from the forethought guild was prone to giving her strange looks, as though she was poisonous. Of course, she was the only one in Azarath with gray skin, but then, why didn’t her teachers give her weird looks? No, Cedar knew something. And she wanted to find out. Pronto.
Running inside, she sat down. Cedar saw her, and gave her The Look, the one he always gave her. After a few seconds, he glanced away, and began to speak.
“Now you all know about the history of Azarath for about 13,500 years, correct? Well, today, we will be looking at the founding of Azarath, and the Great Prophecy, seemingly so close at hand. This lesson is set in the form of a legend, so sit back and enjoy.
“Atlantis was the greatest city on Earth, but there was a problem. Metrion, King of Atlantis, had detected a flaw. There was a large chasm growing steadily larger beneath the city. So, he had the most brilliant technicians of the time devise a technology that could be implanted in the human body. It would allow them to safely create a rip in time and space, and evacuate all of Atlantis. The technicians were successful, and the technology was implanted inside every single Atlantean. The technicians also created a time frame for the destruction of Atlantis. They had enough time to create the door to Azarath, and create a sufficient haven until a more permanent dwelling place could be established. Then, when the workers returned, they evacuated all of Atlantis into Azarath. The very next day, Atlantis sunk to the bottom of the ocean, an empty city, never again to be beheld by man.
“Over time, the technology that the technicians created became fused to our bodies became genetic and biotic, instead of technical. To this day, many believe that it is not technical at all, but magical. As you now know, it is a ridiculous theory. The so- called magi spells are nothing more than calming words, allowing the conscious to reach the subconscious and activate this genetic technology.”

Sarelle was shocked. Never before had she heard this tale, and she knew every myth of Azarath by heart. But she doubted that Cedar was pulling her leg. She rolled her eyes, and got out her abacus as the teacher announced that it was time for mathematics.

[Kraven]

Pretty good, even though you're seriously stepping out of canon.:sweat: I like the humanity that is expressed, so nice work there. In terms of presentation, you might want to try spacing out the paragraphs a little bit so that it's easier to read.

-Kraven

[Dragon]

Thank you for the welcome. It is not entirely out of canon, however. This is a prelude tale. What happened when Raven was young. Nothing that I have read satisfactorily explains her past, and I cannot believe that her father was always evil. but then again, the universe is so strange, that many different versions of Raven could exsist. It just depends which one gets to the key dimension first.

[Kraven]

The thing about the Atlanteans and Azarath is out of canon; there's no way around that, my friend.;) Nevertheless, this is your interpretation, and you're allowed to believe whatever you want to believe.
Just know that it might not sit well with die hard canon fans.:sweat:

-Kraven

[Dragon]

here is the next bit. I am not that familiar with Azarathian history and have no idea how they got there. this is still part of chapter one, by the way. enjoy!

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Arella was cooking dinner. She was preparing Sarelle’s unusual favorite dish; Rice with Alfredo and Peppermint topping. She sighed. Sarelle was so young, so naïve. It seemed like yesterday that Bartholomew had been attacked. Fortunately, the sniper had been caught and petrified. The day after the attack, she had taken Sarelle home, and found an elemental building a nest. The elemental, of the air, had taken a shine to Sarelle, and had left her first hatchling to Sarelle’s care. That hatchling was Typhoon. Laughing to herself, she prepared a pot of herbal tea for herself and Sarelle. Sarelle absolutely hated herbal tea. She said it tasted all yucky and blucky, and never drank it without dumping at least a gallon of sugar in first. She was just putting the food on the table, when Sarelle ran in, followed by Rook and Typhoon. She sighed, and set out an extra place for Rook.
“Thanks, mom;” Sarelle said. “Can Rook sleep over? I really want to practice some stuff, and Rook can really help me.”

“No” Arella replied.

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No”

“Puleeeeeazzzzeeee?”

“Fine. He can sleep in the living room.” Arella finally gave in. It didn’t help that Typhoon was making really big birdie eyes either. “Now go up to your room until dinner’s ready.”

Sarelle darted up the stairs, followed closely by Rook. When in there, she turned around to face him.
“Rook? Can we practice some more? I think that I teleported right before history class. You’re the only one who can teach me!”

Rook was a bit surprised. “Are you sure you teleported? You can’t lift a pebble, let alone levitate. I’ve just mastered basic teleportation as it is!”

Sarelle looked peeved. “I know I did. One moment I was in the alley by the house, the next I was in school!”

[Dragon]

There must come a time, when every author must bid farewell to their tale. I will not be writing anymore of this tale, but do not expect it to go unfinished. Those authors among you, I know of your excellence. That is why, I am asking you to finish it. many of those who read a story fill in the gaps in a tale with work from their information. I know that you will make this a story to be proud of. however, please refrain from profane language, and try your best to make this a piece of literary history. I will not be idle. I will work on a new story, and this new one, unlike this current one will contain all of the teen titans, and not just Raven.