THE FOLLOWING IS A VERY LONG AND IRRITATING AUTHOR'S NOTE. THE STORY STARTS AFTER ALL THE NONSENSE
First of all, congratulations. You are now officially viewing what is considered by many to be the longest and most famous story to ever be put on the Robin and Starfire Shrine. I'm not just being an arrogant prick by saying that. Normally I would never say something like that. But it's true. Weird, right?
Anyway, I feel I should do a little explaining. I started writing this when I was like thirteen. It was just because I had this idea in my head that I wanted to unload. Therefore, the story is by no means any good. The main character is a Mary Sue, the plot is so cliché-ridden it's sickening, much of the grammar is nonexistent, the characters are OOC, and the format is misshapen and ugly. But, by some miracle, people started to read it. And then it exploded to a fame no one could have possibly imagined. It was the longest and most read story on the Shrine. It spawned fanworks about fanworks. Crazy. It took me about two years to write it, but toward the end I lost my steam (and, frankly, interest) and let down my loyal fans with some crap ending. After which I deleted it off make up for such atrocities to the fan world... I guess... I decided to put it back up so my dear loyal readers can scan over it to their heart's content and chuckle amiably with each other about the good old days. Or something.
What I'm trying to get at through all this is simple. No matter what comments you make, it will not change. No matter how many flames I get, I will not respond. And no matter how many unfavorable criticisms I receive, I will not be bothered. This thing is old, and I'm already darn enough ashamed of it. And honestly, I don't have the time to go through and make it any better. I have a life now, thanks. So go ahead. Comment. Tell me what a piece of shizah it is. Many of these opinions are completely founded in truth. I won't argue. Unless it's something stupid, like "u spelld tayble rong omg lewzer!!!1?" In which case I will politely respond, "The word is spelled 'table', you insufferable twit."
I will go ahead and point out that the writing gets better as the story goes on, because while I was writing my skills were slowly progressing. But the stupid mistakes and plotlessness still about, so I apologize if your eyes start bleeding or you find yourself unable to stop vomiting. You have been warned.
This story is really only seeing the light of day again for the sake of memories with my reader buddies, by which I have been affectionately dubbed BW. And to these reader buddies I say this: if I see one comment about throwing bricks, I will totally go Ace all over your asses. Haha, I mean that in the best way possible.
Cheers,
BW
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I in any chapters hereafter, own Teen Titans. If I ever do happen to inherit the idea, I will be sure to let you know.
The Second Sixth Titan
This is the story of a girl with extraordinary powers. Her powers were many, and her powers were strong. People thought she had no weaknesses. They were mistaken. This is the story of a girl with many small weaknesses hidden just beneath the surface. She tucked them away, kept them secret, and when they were found, they nearly destroyed her. This is the story of a girl who risked her life daily to keep a city safe because she had a gift. She fought for what was right alongside friends who were just like her, but so very different. This is the story of a girl…
Chapter One: The Stranger
"What is this place?" Starfire whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
"The slums. We're still in Jump City, just a different side," Robin explained.
The Teen Titans stood on a short building near the outskirts of Jump City in the early morning, looking out at the one place they had never visited. The rundowns of Jump City were as unpleasant as any slums. Poverty echoed down the streets. Graffiti covered every wall that wasn't in shambles. Few windows were unbroken.
"There's crime written all over this hood. How come we've never been down here before?" Cyborg asked, obviously outraged.
"We've never been called," Robin replied, just as angry. They could have helped here if they had only known.
"So why'd they call us now?" Beast Boy shouted, angry over being woken up.
A massive dragon-like creature with brown scales, silver spikes and glowing purple eyes reared onto its hind legs, bursting up over the skyline and blowing orange flames into the streets. Robin and Raven both turned around and looked at Beast Boy.
"Oh… eheh, that's why…" he said, smiling sheepishly.
Starfire on the other hand, took one look at the beast and gasped. "That is a Tamaranian yarkblat! How did it get here?"
Robin spotted a metal collar around the dragon's neck bearing a large, glowing jewel identical to the one that Blackfire wore on her neck guard.
Beast Boy saw it too. "Let's see," he said, pretending to think. "Who do we know who's from Tamaran, has access to evil, mind-controlling collar technology, and wants us all to be nasty little smears on the ground?! Here's a hint: starts with a 'B,' ends with a 'lackfire!'"
"Don't you mean ends with an 'itch-'" Raven began, but Robin cut her off with a loud, conveniently timed cough.
Star didn't catch on, but she knew who they were talking about. "But why would Blackfire send this creature to the 'sulms?'"
"It's 'slums' Star-" Robin corrected as his communicator beeped. He flipped it open to reveal Blackfire on the mini screen.
"Hey kids. Thought I'd send you a little present. The coordinates were a little off, but I assume you were smart enough to find him. Have fun! Oh, and Raven, I'm flattered," she laughed, and the transmission cut out.
"I traced it. She's nowhere in our galaxy," Cyborg said, reading the screen on his arm.
"Then we just have to take it down. Titans, go!" Robin shouted, and the five super-powered teens charged into battle.
It wasn't long before the Titans realized they were losing. Blackfire had created a nice little backpack for the yarkblat which consisted of five containment bubbles. Four were filled. Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Raven had been caught by the beast and were desperately trying (and failing) to escape their confinement.
Meanwhile, Robin was on the massive dragon's long snout, ruthlessly pummeling the rock-hard scales with his bo staff and achieving absolutely nothing in the process. With one mighty swipe of the yarkblat's claw, Robin was thrown from an incredible height and was falling fast.
He whipped out a birdarang and shot it around the dragon's snout, tying the rope around his belt to give his hands freedom to punch and throw projectiles. He was hanging there, fifty feet from the ground, swinging toward the beast's chest, when the creature curled its claws around the rope and ripped Robin's belt off. Starfire screamed.
Robin was used to falling, but he usually had some kind of tool to keep him from the ground. With his belt gone (now lying on the ground at the yarkblat's feet), he was a goner. He closed his eyes and held his breath. But then he felt two hands grab him by his underarms, catching him in mid-fall. "Starfire?" he said immediately, but looked up and saw the determined face of an unfamiliar girl.
Three things crossed Robin's mind in rapid succession: One- this girl isn't Starfire. Two- holy crap, this girl can fly! Three- oh dear lord, who is this girl?!