Teen Titans Fan Fiction ❯ Final Dance of the Fallen Dove ❯ Over 3 ( Epilogue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A small sandbox in a quiet little children’s park held a young girl, not much older than six years of age. She was an odd child, with a rather ruddy, yet untanned, skin tone, wearing a dainty blue and white sun dress and playing in the sand. Her mid-length hair, naturally swept back at the brow but otherwise hanging unbound, was a rich violet color, strangely streaked with highlights of vibrant crimson, and her large, childish eyes were even more peculiar. Her irises were colored a dark, emerald green, not incredibly unusual, but in addition to that, her cornea showed through as a color very similar to the sky’s just before a storm struck, that light and yet dark blue ever so faintly tinged with purple.

She was building a sand castle, making towers from sand packed in a bucket and then overturned flat on the ground, and walls simply by piling the sand high and then packing it thinner. When she was finished, she smiled proudly as she looked down upon her feat of engineering and skill. That is, until the whole of it exploded in a spray, leaving behind nothing more than a mound of sand and a large, shoe-covered foot buried in it. With a grunt, the owner of the foot, a ten year old with a homely face, withdrew it from the mound.

“Whoops, sorry about that.” He said, insincerely, before turning about and walking away without even letting the girl say anything.

But, even as she kneeled unmoving before the remains of her creation, the air around her began to waver, slowly filling with a nimbus of neon purple light. The color shifted as the child’s hands clenched tightly in the sand beneath her, flashing into a burning red color that almost seemed to ignite the air around her with a blazing fury. Other colors, softer, brighter colors, flickered through its depths, but they were only shadows within the mist, and in only a few moments the sand around the girl began to burn into clear, crystalline glass.

And, a short distance back from the spectacle lay a bench, on which sat two people. The first, a slightly shorter than average woman, had deep violet hair that was cut in an odd style, hanging down to shoulder length at the farthest forward bangs, and then progressively higher as it went toward the back of her head, forming an almost perfect parabolic curve with the apex just above her neck’s end. She had soft-grey skin and very tired, violet eyes, more so than usual at this point, and a number of lines in her plain face that only accentuated the sense of jaded pessimism that she radiated. Beside her was another woman, a tall, striking female with vivid crimson hair that hung far below where her back leaned against the bench top. Her odd eyes were the same as the child’s, though with lime green cornea rather than stormy blue, which gazed about with an inner wisdom, and yet great, youthful energy.

“I knew it, I’ve cursed our daughter with my demon.” The weary woman said guiltily, looking down to the ground and away from her glowing child.

The crimson-haired woman looked over at her spouse, staring at her with those knowing eyes, and pronounced simply,

“it does not matter.” The other’s head came back up, and she met the woman’s powerful gaze unflinchingly.

“Of course it matters, she’ll have to go through the same things I did, the same things we did!” For a moment, the violet-haired woman looked away, appearing even more aged and worn as her eyes grew distant. “I’m still having nightmares about those days . . .” She murmured quietly, regret staining her soft tone deeply.

Her head turned to look at the other woman once again, guided by the gentle touch of one orange-skinned finger on her chin.

“You really should forgive yourself, Dove, those were not your fault, and they are in the past now.” Their lips met in a soft, loving kiss that lasted for only a moment, and then it was broken, and Starfire stood. “Besides, she will not.” She said, before slowly and gracefully making her way over to the child, heedless of the blazing aura surrounded her.

Ignoring the burning sensation that passed over her skin as she came closer, she crouched beside the girl and drew her into a compassionate, motherly embrace.

“It is all right, Aurora, every thing is fine, Mommy Star is here, and that horrible child is not coming back.” She whispered, softly stroking her little girl’s hair in a soothing manner.

And, after a few moments of tender words and subdued rocking in her mother’s arms, Aurora’s dangerous, demonic presence faded, and then vanished completely. With those all-knowing eyes of hers, Starfire looked to her lover, still seated on the park bench, and smiled.

“She will not because she will have what you did not, the parents you never had, the home you never knew, and the love you never felt as a child.” Raven gaped openly, honestly surprised by Starfire’s actions, and the Tamaranian held her smile as she looked down at the child in her arms. “Aurora, sweety, call Mommy Rae over, and then we can help you build your sand castle again.” Star whispered to the girl, whose face lit up with joy at the prospect.

“Mommy Rae, Mommy Rae, come help Mommy Star and me make my sand castle again!” The dark magus’ gape broke into a sardonic, self-mocking smile, and with an ineffectual sigh and a shake of her head, she stood and came over to the pair, crouching down and beginning to fill a bucket with sand, carefully sorting out the shards of crude glass as she did so.
But she stopped when she felt a pair of small, almost tiny arms encircle her neck.

“I love you, Mommy Rae.” Aurora said, a tight squeeze of her little arms emphasizing her words.

“I love you too, sweety, more than anything else in the world . . .” Raven whispered in response, as she turned about and slipped her arms around her daughter as well, lacing her fingers with Starfire’s as they both hugged their child tightly between them.

And, as they crouched in a sandbox, in a quiet little children’s park, they were surrounded by a brilliant, white radiance, which transformed itself into the shape of a dove, lovingly enfolding all three in its wings.Author's Notes: And there you have the end I'd planned for the series. If you still actually give two shits about anything I do, I suggest you check me out on RyuujinBlue at deviantArt or Psychotypist at FictionPress, as I'm working on a novel. Most likely once it's done I'll either briefly post up the completed work for some quick critique or at least a teaser, so it will let you know when it's out and I'm looking to have it published. Whatever else, I hope you at least enjoyed the story at some point.