Have you ever wished that you could do more, to be able to shape and change the world, to make it safe for others, no more meaningless deaths, no more pain, no more suffering, no more families having to say goodbye to their loved ones, taken from them way too soon?. Now I want you to think for a minute or two. How would you react if one day you woke up and something about you had changed, had been drastically altered, you not being the same person you once were?. That is exactly what has happened to me. To believe what I'm about to tell you, I need you to do a little something first. I need you to open up your mind, to begin believing in the impossible. See that white blur?. That's me. Yeah, I'm not kidding you. My name is Raven Blackthorne and I am the fastest woman alive. And my extraordinary journey began nine months ago.

Nine months ago.

It was getting harder and harder to come here, to set foot in the city that was once my home, a place full of happy memories, of myself growing as a happy carefree child into the 26-year old woman I am today.

Those happy years feel like they're a million miles away from me, making me feel almost as if that childhood full of happiness and joy was nothing but a cruel torturous dream.

It's been two years since it happened and I still suffer from the nightmares almost everynight, myself walking into the place that was once my home, finding the body in the living room, glass, wood and blood everywhere I look, the blood belonging to my father.

Even though it's been two years, I can still smell the blood, can feel it on my hands, it having never really washed clean. God, there was so much blood. I don't even remember ending up in the back of that ambulance, seeing police swarming the house...and my father's body being wheeled out in a body bag.

I don't even realise I'm crying at first until I feel the liquid begin to stream down my face, my shaking leather-clad hands moving up to wipe those ugly tears away. Would coming here ever get any easier?.

Feels like all I've been doing since that night is scream and cry, like a millennia since I laughed, like full out laughed even though I'd abandoned Starling City for Central City.

God, I wish I wasn't alone right now, that thought leading me to pull out my IPhone from the pocket of my jeans, switching it on, going into my photos bringing up the one photo that always seems to help me when I'm feeling down.

It's a group photo, me, Caitlin, Cisco and Ronnie. I slowly start to smile remembering the day it was taken in S.T.A.R Labs. Tonight was gonna change everything, I just know it, the future arriving a lot sooner then anyone had thought.

I'm still hoping to get home in time for the switching on of the particle accelerator, to watch the future arrive. I'd worked at S.T.A.R Labs ever since I first moved to Central City, my background in both mechanics and medicine turning out to be exactly what Dr. Harrison Wells needed for his team.

And I'd fallen in love with what I do almost instantly, Harrison Wells becoming like a second father to me aswell as my greatest mentor, Caitlin like a much wiser older sister, Ronnie like an annoying big brother, the kind you hate to admit you love even though he annoys you to no end.

Cisco on the other hand?. Well...that was a tiny, teensy bit more complicated making me let out a heavy and weary sigh.

I switch my cell off, slipping it back into my pocket before carrying on walking through the cemetery heading towards the one spot I could find with my eyes closed. And those eyes automatically refill with tears seeing my father's grave, his name carved into the dark granite headstone.

And it all comes rushing back to me, finding his body, having to watch him get lowered into the ground, my then obsessive search to find the person responsible for his death.

I wasn't stupid. I knew all about Starling City's vigilante, The Hood, The Arrow, about everything he's done, all the deaths caused by his hands. And I didn't care, too fixated on getting the blood of the bastard who who'd butchered my father on my hands.

Funny how it was the same vigilante who'd saved my own life by stopping me from doing exactly what that man had done to my father.

"H...hello, Oliver," I mumble, his presence which is all too familiar stepping up beside me, feeling both surprised and not so surprised to see him here.

I feel his arm wrap around my shoulders, pulling me towards him, lending me his much needed strength and support.

Guess I'd known Oliver was the man in green almost straight away which was a shock considering the last I'd heard of Oliver Queen he'd been missing for five years after a shipwreck.

How he'd managed to survive that and come back is still a mystery to me. But all that matters is that he had returned knowing that if he hadn't then I'd be sitting in a jail cell right now not the monster who'd taken my father away from me.

"How did you know I was here?."

"Lucky guess. I just knew you'd come here, Raven. And I felt like you needed some support. You're still not alone," Oliver says, his hand rubbing my shoulder softly.

"Thanks, Ollie. I...i guess I do," I sigh, moving my head so it's resting on his shoulder, trying not to wish that arm belonged to another person.

But I know that would never happen.