Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Forget Me ❯ "Tell Me A Story, Crow" ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5

“Tell Me a Story, Crow”

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, or anyone else who appears in the television show, or any other. Everyone else is mine, and you can't use them, because:

My cock is much bigger than yours,
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure…
It's got you screaming for more.

Cool, in denial…

~Thank you System of a Down (taken from “Cigaro”)

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“We'll catch up,” Crow says, he and Raven stand up, and move closer together until their lips touch, and his tongue enters her mouth.

 

They stay that way for about 10 seconds, when Raven pulls off, and gasps for air.

 

“I've wanted to do that for so long,” Crow laughs, and she leans her head on his chest.

 

“I… I just…” she looks at the dead body of Scarecrow which lies on the ground 20 feet in front of them.

 

“It's all right. It was either you of him. And I think EVERYONE would rather you,” he says, trying to make the situation better, “I mean, you're the hero! I'd rather a hero win than a villain!”

 

“But still… he had a life…”

 

“A life in a straightjacket in an asylum, being tormented without sunlight in a padded room is better?”

 

She lets go and flies out of the warehouse. She feels cold, and tries to warm herself. She shivers, and he puts his cloak around her.

 

“I don't need it. You do,” he says, and she looks at him with saddened eyes.

 

“I…”

 

“Come on, cheer up!” he says, “Where is old happy Raven I knew so well.”

 

“Lets go. I'm cold,” she says drifting forward.

 

“I have an idea. I'll do something for you. Anything!” he says as he flies in front of her, “You name it, and I'll do it.”

 

“Okay… could you… Tell me one of the stories about what you did? Start where you were going to before we had to go on the mission,” she says, “`The Dragons and the Crow.'”

 

“Okay. I can do that,” he smiles, “Only if you promise to cheer up.”

 

She nods and they fly off.

 

“When we get to the ice cream place I'll tell you,” he says smiling, “Still Strawberry?”

 

“Yeah. It is hard to choose anything else,” she smiles and closes her eyes as they enter.

 

Crow goes over to the counter, and she takes a 2-seat table, right behind the others.

 

“All right. `The Dragons and the Crow.'” he starts:

 

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(Note- Crow is Narrator during this part.)

 

It was a normal day in Azarath. You had left only one moth ago. Things were never the same. Your friends and my friends had lost their bridge (our friendship of coarse) and had never even talked since you left. I sat where we always met, and watched the sky.

 

“If anywhere, she'll come here,” I said, as the bullies who liked you came, and started to pick on me every day. You were no longer there to keep them away, and I guess I stopped caring.

 

“If it isn't `Bird boy'” one said, as he slammed my head into a rock.

 

-You shouldn't have let them do that to you!-

 

Let me go on please.

 

They had continued to beat the living shit out of me as always. No one cared anymore. I was always an orphan, I had never had any caring friends, and my foster family hated me. I never even entered my house anymore. Then something happened. It was so drastic a change that it was scary.

 

The sky turned pitch black, and no stars were in the sky. The moon wasn't there, and we were blinded.

 

Then in the sky, a tyrant riding on a dragon pierced the darkness. The only thing that was light was the dragon's fire burning anything in sight. I later discovered this was the Dragon King leading it all.

 

Unluckily one of the primary targets was my exact direction. I dodged the bullies because they were frozen in fear, and I tried to block the fire. The Fire won. My shield melted and they were burned alive to ash.

 

This happened to almost the entire town. People were outraged, but there were no warriors that could fight. No army, for they had been burned.

 

Then out of hate, my foster brother said I could bear the spell of the Azarath Metreon Zenthi. I was astonished.

 

`How could he do that?' I thought as the Elders thought it over.

 

“Young Crow,” one asked, “We will not live forever, and you know that, right?”

 

“Yes,” I said.

 

“Well, then will you defend your people by destroying the Dragon Empire, so that we do not die before god intends us to?”

 

“I guess so,” I said.

 

“Will you save Azarath for us?”

 

“YES!” I screamed, “I will do anything for a kick in life! I will become the sole defender of our land for as long as I live!”

 

“Then, you will save us. You will penetrate the Dragon base for us, and destroy the Tyrant, Hiogi in battle.”

 

“Yes,” I said not knowing what I was getting into. I was only 10! I had no idea the pain I was to endure!

 

But I was off. I left at sundown, and left our town in search for the Dragon Empire. I climbed the mountain it rested in, (the top curved in) but when I saw it, fear struck me instantly.

 

It was enormous! It was so large, and a single dragon, the one that killed those bullies was wrapped around it. It spat fire every so often, and looked in my direction instantly.

 

It had seen me.

 

I ran as far as I could, and it still could reach me. I was in a desert of rock! No stones I could hide behind, nothing! I ran, and footprints followed me. The rock was soft and I dented it with each step. Remember that.

 

So I dodged as much as I could, but it could hit me in all directions. Then what I saw struck more fear into my eyes. More. Smaller, maybe half the largest one's size. They all rampaged after me. I had to camp out on the side of the mountain, because a strong magic kept their fire in the cave in.

 

I hid for a week waiting for the dragons to fall asleep, but they wouldn't. I had to wait… until I was starving. I hadn't eaten in days, and I was starving. I used my magic to listen in on Hiogi's conversations, and he said one important thing:

 

“The raid on the next town will be in one hour.”

 

`Finally he would leave!' I thought as my stomach almost burst in pain. `One hour, and I can eat all I want!'

 

I waited the hour, and the dragons left. There was a large group of dragon riders defending, and barbarians guarded the castle. It was risqué, but DAMN WAS I HUNGRY!

 

I ran in the area and the dragons saw me instantly. “Azarath Metreon Zenthi!” I screamed and my arm took the form of a sword. I didn't know I could do that until then, but I used it to decapitate 2 dragons. The riders then took swords and maces, and attacked. They lasted 4 minutes with their heads. I then ran for it.

 

Groups of Dragon riders attacked.

 

“Azarath Metreon Zenthi!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I continued to run. I incinerated many dragons and riders as the door came into view. I lunged forward and I broke through the doors.

 

I ran straight for the kitchen, and ate everything I saw.

 

“What is going on here?” a group of dragon barbarians yelled as I picked up 2 swords that were on a plaque.

 

“DIE!” I screamed as I hacked my way through. I used my powers to generate a cool suit of armor, and make myself look larger and older.

 

So I hacked through more, and made my way to the throne room, after tricking enough guards. It took weeks of preparing, and hiding in uncommon places, but eventually I arrived in the throne room and sat on the throne, and waited for the greatest battle of my life.

 

The door slammed open, and Hiogi burst in. he had just come out of a great battle, but he was not tired at all. He was much larger than I thought. He wore a large black cape, and held 2 swords.

 

“You! You have been on my to kill list for too long! This is where it ends!” he screams in anger, “You have killed enough of my men, and hid from us for too long! Your life ends right here…” he says as he whips out the 2 swords, and his cape splits and rises.

 

It was no cape. It was a pair of wings!

 

“Why else am I called Hiogi, the dragon tyrant?” He said as he unsheathed the wings, revealing them as thin as razors, and as sharp.

 

“You killed too many of Azarath's people… you will not survive…”

 

“Fuck you warrior,” he said as we charged at each other.

 

He swiped his wing at my wrist and cut it, destroying my armor, as I formed a turniket.

 

 

“A KID?” he screamed, “A MERE CHILD STAYED OUT OF MY WARRIOR'S REACH FOR A MONTH?!”

 

“Weak army huh?” I said as he held up his blades.

 

“You humans are all the same. But you have no chance! I have 4 swords, and you have only 2!” he said as I began to doubt myself.

 

He charged at me and I charged at him. One of us will die, or one will lose it all. This was the last charge of our battle.

 

I was screaming as-

 

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“As?” Raven asks.

 

“Guys, time to go. Finish your story at home!” Robin yelled

 

“I'll tell you when we get back. Remind me where we are,” he says as he runs to the others, and she follows in disappointment.