I have a great beta reader. Zera88 you have my eternal gratitude. On day I will but you a cup of tea...or coffee depending on what your taste is. I do not own the Titans and I consume reviews.

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Raven sat atop a mountain, the world around her was a dark, lifeless desert. Titan's tower was perceptible in the distance, in ruins with smoke billowing from the west wing. She turned to see a malevolent dark force expanding from the east. Her skin crawled and she tried to run but she was rooted to the ground. She turned to look behind her. Another dark force was coming from the West, it was huge, impossibly so, and it was chained to her chest. It wrapped itself around her; loose pages from a book and the smell of old parchment enveloped her. She resisted its force at first but soon accepted its presence as it surged forward against the darkness from the East and consumed it. It curled itself around her it a possessive way, agitated, like a wounded animal.

Raven gasped and bolted up in bed. Her chest heaved, naked body covered in sweat, she sighed and brought her knees to her chest. The young sorceress tried to calm down while she rested her cheek on her knees and regulated her breathing. Once her heart beat had slowed and the sense of dread in her gut had lessened she got up and looked out her window. It had been raining on and off for the past four days in Jump city. Raven ran her hand through her long dark hair and mused over her dream. She usually had nightmares of Trigon's resurrection or the loss of her humanity. This was different; another malevolent force was going to be descending upon them soon. She wrapped her arms around her chest and shivered. If she were anyone else she would have tried to convince herself it was just a nightmare. But Raven knew the difference between regular dreams and prophetic ones, and unfortunately this one fell in the latter category.