Teen Titans Fan Fiction ❯ Blast from the past ❯ Intro: Opera Night ( Prologue )

INTRO

 

The opera house in town was packed. You'd think about half the people in Jump-City were there. Up in one of the balcony-boxes six special guests were seated and all dressed up. The Teen Titans, except for Beast-Boy, and Copy-Cat was there copied as an ordinary civilian.

 

As was said, they were all dressed up, in tuxedos and dresses. Copy-Cat never though he would take a liking to wearing Earth clothes before, as usually he… never… wore… anything but his Robin's mask, good thing he was an alien. Raven liked it too, even more than she actually liked her new dark formal gown

 

Robin then urged everyone to keep sharp. They had come to the opera tonight as a plot to capture Slade…

 

One week ago, Slade had actually sent a message to the titans announcing that he was going to break the security of the opera-house and steal many of it's memorials and statues, and he hoped the titans would be there for the sport of it… that and they never caught him anyway.

 

Despite this, Robin never passed up a chance to capture Slade, and he had a feeling tonight would probably be the night they would catch him.

 

Just then, the conductor, who seemed to be a likeness of Mumbo-Jumbo came out and took his place at the stand near the orchestra. The audience then began to applaud as the people in the orchestra came out and took their positions, and from the other end of the stage it was Beast-Boy, dressed in a white tux. He was the surprise guest-vocalist as the ordinary vocalist called in sick, suffering from laryngitis.

 

Luckily, Beast-Boy, with his magic voice, was more than willing to take the position.

 

The managers and people of the opera house were also aware of Slade's plan, and were glad the titans in the house and ready for action at anytime. Not to mention, the conductor as well as the people of orchestra were curious to see Beast-Boy's magic voice in action.

 

Not only did Beast-Boy's special voice grant him the ability to sing like anyone, except for women, it also gave him the ability to sing in different languages, even though he had no idea how to speak them. This was quite convenient since he would be singing a song in French…

 

Beast-Boy bowed to the audience, bowed to the orchestra and conductor, and then gazed up at his friends in their box. He and Robin exchange nods reminding each other to stay sharp.

 

Then… the audience quieted down, and the conductor tapped his baton signaling the musicians to be ready. Then, the music started…

 

Beast-Boy felt a little nervous as he had never sung in front of a whole crowd like this before, not even in Tokyo, but he gazed back up at his friends, and his eyes met Terra's. His wife smiled down at him showing she believed in him, and that was all he needed to start singing.

 

(Beast Boy)

(Sounds like Placido Domingo)

 

Les bateaux sont partis, ce soir la mer est belle
La vague vient vers moi comme un serpent riant
De grands oiseaux plânant autour de moi m'appellent
Dans le vent qui se lève, c'est ta voix que j'entends
C'est ta voix que J'ETENDS----

La vague vient rouler à mes pieds sur le sable
La trace des mes pas s'efface peu à peu
Ma tristesse aujourd'hui est inimaginable
Avec cet ocean qui bouge entre nous deux
Qui bouge entre nous deux

 

Beast-boy stopped singing for a moment before the next verse, and Robin looked around and he thought he could see a shadow in the rafters above the stage. He silently motioned to the others to get ready…

 

Then Beast Boy started singing again…

 

Les bateaux sont partis, ce soir la mer est calme
Le vent qui vient des îles exhale doucement
Une plainte de harpe en jouant dans les palmes
Je regarde la mer et c'est toi que j'entends
Et c'est toi que J'ETENDS----

J'attends que le soleil tout à coup apparaisse
Que son premier rayon vienne effleurer ma peau…

Mmm…Mmm…Mmm…!
L'heure d'enchantement, l'heure de la détresse
Et c'est toi que j'attends qui va sortir des eaux
Qui va sortir des eaux
Toi que j'attends qui va sortir des EAUX---------

 

The music ceased, and Beast-Boy breathed a sigh of relief from singing such a long note. The audience cheered for joy, and Beast-Boy bowed to everyone, but suddenly… the lights all went out leaving everything pitch-black. The whole crowd began to gasp, and amongst the gasps and whimpering you could hear someone shout, “TITANS… GO!”

 

Cyborg flashed his shoulder light; Starfire carried her star-bolts for light, and all the Titans, in their regular clothes dashed for the upper levels towards the rafters. “Everyone… get out of here!” Beast-Boy shouted to the audience. The crowd did as they were told, while up in rafters, the titans were busy brawling with Slade.

 

Cyborg got punched hard and whammed right into Copy-Cat. Then he knocked Starfire into Raven, sending them almost tumbling down to the stage below, but Starfire caught Raven in one hand, and held on tight with the other.

 

Slade was about to press down on Starfire's hand with his boot, “Happy landings my dears.” he hissed, when suddenly he was confronted by a green bat. Beast-Boy distracted Slade long enough for the girls to get themselves to safety. Now Slade was confronted by Robin and the engaged in a fist fight. “My, my… it looks as if someone hasn't a head for heights.” Slade mocked and he managed to kick Robin clean off the rafters sending him down below, but he managed to save himself with his grappling-hook and line. Slade thought this was his change to escape when suddenly he felt himself being pulled back by the bag of busts, and miniature statutes he had on him.

 

It was Terra, using her powers to pull on the statues in Slade's bag and hold him in mid air high up, up, up! “Going somewhere? The show's just starting.” she joked. Several of the Titans hovered around Slade enclosing the trap, and Robin stood near Terra, “Great work!” he exclaimed, and then he gazed back up at Slade. “There's no way out this time, Slade!”

 

Slade on sniggered and hissed, “Speaking of time…” Then he dropped the bag allowing Terra to grab it, and then he counted, “Three… two… one…!”

 

“LOOK OUT!” shouted Cyborg! The Titans scattered just as Slade exploded. It was only a robot-clone, as in not the real Slade. The Titans had been tricked yet again. At least the opera house and its valuables were safe, and the explosion, since it was in mid air, didn't any damage. A few fires maybe, easily put out.

 

The conductors, and some of the musicians, who hadn't had time to flee, were so grateful to the titans, “How can we ever repay you?” the conductor asked, and he wouldn't take “No” for an answer, luckily Beast-Boy had an idea, only he huddled the conductor and the musicians together and whispered his idea…

 

…an idea for a surprise for a very special day next week…!

 

The other titans knew what Beast Boy was asking, except Terra. She was excited because she had a feeling it had something to do about next week, but she'd have to wait.

 

…

 

Elsewhere… in another time, and place… it was another story.

 

It was the year 3000 BC, the time of warriors and primitive tribes. The very era that Cyborg had once visited. The evil traitor, Krall and his sidekick, The Witch, were terrorizing the village with more armies of green slime-monsters.

 

The monsters were now larger and more devious than ever, the poor warriors fought bravely to defend their village but many had been injured severely and if not, then killed.

 

Luckily, one warrior managed to help save her surviving soldiers, and help them to their escape, but suddenly she was captured by Krall. “So… we meet again, oh fearless leader.” He mocked, and pulled off her helmet, revealing the face of Sarasim.

 

The warrior-lady struggled and tried to free herself, but in vain for Krall's newly acquired powers made him virtually invincible. “Krall…!” she snarled, “I swear to you… by the light of a-thousand stars I will live to see you pay for your treachery!”

 

Krall brought her closer to his devious face and look her dead in the eyes, “I believe things will be done otherwise.”

 

Before Sarasim knew it, she had been brought to Krall's hideout in a cavern where he and The Witch planned their wicked deeds. The Witch still had conjured up a swirling vortex on the wall of the cave. “Hee, hee, hee… it has been fun while it lasted, oh, great one.” she hissed.

 

Sarasim feared this was her end, but she did her best not to show it like the brave warrior she was. “Any last words…?” Krall asked.

 

Sarasim narrowed her eyes, “May you die a-thousand deaths!”

 

Krall grunted, and then threw Sarasim into the vortex. The Witch then sealed it, and Sarasim was gone. Krall asked the witch if she was certain that Sarasim was gone… as in… “Destroyed…?”

 

The witch assured him that Sarasim was as good as gone forever. “She will never be seen again. Not in this lifetime.”

 

That's what they both thought…!

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

It was still almost entirely unbelievable, but it was really happening.

 

Cyborg decided to take Sarasim back to the tower, as he couldn't just leave her on her own. Cyborg did his best to explain to her that she was transported into the future, five-thousand years from her own time to be precise. It was a big shock for Sarasim, unfamiliar with her new surroundings; she wouldn't stand a chance on her own. She was almost too frightened to even approach the T-car, fearing it was a monster.

 

Cyborg also notified the titans of the situation, and of his discovery.

 

On the way through the city, Sarasim couldn't keep her head still. All the new sights and sensations, “It must have taken many generations to construct a village such as this.”

 

Cyborg agreed, and did his best to explain that she was in a city, not really a village. “You're in a big place now. It'll take some time, but you may like it.”

 

They drove through the secret underground which lead under the water and over to the island where the tower was. Sarasim couldn't help but admire the artwork of T-structure and believed it to be an ancient creation. Sarasim could hardly believe all this was real, but she could never deny it either.

 

They entered the lounge as she quoted, “When I was little, I had never believed in, what you called, little green men.”

 

Beast-Boy approached them, “That's okay… I didn't either.” he simply said. Sarasim gawked at the young green man in near shock and amazement. Cyborg introduced everyone, explained who Sarasim was, and stopped Starfire before giving her usual greeting… a suffocating hug.

 

He then offered to let Starfire, Beast Boy, and Terra show Sarasim around, “Don't touch anythin', now, but I'll bet you'll find it interesting.”

 

Sarasim trusted Cyborg, but, “Interesting… does not begin to describe my excitement.”

 

As Sarasim looked around the tower, Robin, Raven, and Copy-Cat talked with Cyborg about the time-rift he found, confirming that it was indeed just that, a time-portal and the very explanation of how Sarasim came into their world.

 

From what Cyborg had been told, she was captured by the traitor, Krall, and thrown into a vortex which was supposed to kill her, but obviously, a mistake had been made and transported her to the future instead.

 

The time portal itself was unstable, and anyone who entered it without it being focused would only end up in a random time era. Raven knew a lot about time-portals and things like this, being able to send creatures and objects through time. “But this one's nothing… soon it'll close up on its own and nothing will be wrong.”

 

Robin was glad to hear of that, but then he noticed that the others had more on their mind. “Is something the matter?” he asked. Copy-Cat decided to explain that there was a serious problem which involved Sarasim. Cyborg, knew it, and so did Raven. Now Robin needed to know.

 

“What about her…?” he asked.

 

Copy-Cat peeked round behind to make sure that Sarasim couldn't hear them. “We cannot return her to her own time.” he stated that Sarasim already knew too much about the titans, and apart from learning more by the minute, who knew how much about the present she knew since she arrived.

 

“I do not specifically refer to Sarasim, but suppose we were to send her back, and an unscrupulous person were to gain certain knowledge of the future of Earth?”

 

Robin could see where this was coming from. It meant that if Sarasim was returned home, and someone found out from her about the future, they could alter the course of history and change everything, including the titans themselves… either never meeting up… or even being born.

 

Cyborg already knew someone would have to tell Sarasim the awful truth, “But what do expect she's gonna act like when we tell her she has to give up everything and everyone she knew?”

 

…

 

Later that evening…

 

The Titans ordered pizza, and Terra let Sarsim borrow a spare set of her clothes, as her toga was not suitable. Sarasim had never tasted a pizza before, and to her it felt like, “There are peaceful tribes dancing upon my tongue.” her way of complimenting.

 

Copy-Cat also examined Sarasim's dagger, and it was no wonder the two bad boys wanted to steal it. It was so old, yet it perfect condition, it was believed to bring up to at least one-billion dollars.

 

Beast-Boy and Terra nearly drooled and fainted at just the thought, but they didn't let it give them any crazy ideas. They knew Cyborg would never let them pawn with any of Sarasim's things.

 

Sarasim had to admit that she was enjoying herself, “But I must know how I will ever get back to my own world?” she asked. Everyone went silent and felt really uneasy, which concerned Sarsim. “You are all not well?” she asked. “Is the food not to your liking?”

 

Terra finally broke the silence. “It's not the food… it's you.”

 

Sarsim was confused, “I… am not to your liking?”

 

This was it. She had to know, and Cyborg decided to tell her. “We can't send you back.”

 

Sarasim's features stiffened. “You cannot?”

 

She was told of everything, how she couldn't be sent back with the knowledge she possessed. Sarasim tried to protest, “My people… they will surely perish without me.”

 

“And if we send you back… then our people will die, or not even be born.” Robin stated.

 

Not even Sarsim's disappearance would change anything either. In fact, Cyborg and Raven remembered, while reading that historical record book about Sarasim and her people, and the war they fought. History showed that they won the war, but Sarasim did not live to tell the tale herself. Her disappearance from 3000BC would only leave history to follow its correct course, but if anything upset that, it would most likely cause problems.

 

Sarasim was horrified to learn of that. If she went back to her own time, and fought in the war, she would win the fight, and lose her life. She was going to lose her home, her family, and people, and all that she had known either way.

 

She didn't feel so well now. “Would you excuse me, please? I wish to be alone for a moment.” She said as she stood up and left the lounge, but not before the others could see the tears escaping her eyes.

 

Cyborg hung his head low, “Man… I feel just terrible for her.”

 

Starfire sniffled and dabbed her eyes with a napkin, “She is heartbroken, as I would be were I in the same situation.”

 

Beast-Boy knew how she felt the most out of anyone, being a guy who lost so much and many people he loved. Sarasim would need a lot of time to adjust herself to this, but how long did it take to mend a heart that was so severely broken? No one, not even Beast Boy knew that…!