A Friend in Need

I don't own Teen Titans

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The blonde-haired boy ran through the thickets of the forest, laughing along with his unrelated twin.

"Come on, you're going too slow!"

"Hang on!" Shouted the younger blonde, flailing his freckled arms.

They ran out to the level plains where the tall grass came up to their hips. The two boys bolted and inched their way to a wide, deep-rooted Sagole Baobab tree. They reached the top and looked out on the vast terrain.

"Wow! This is so cool! You can see the Marrah Mountains over there."

"Yep," the older blonde smiled proudly. He had found the perfect spot. He rested his bum on the sturdy branch alongside his younger lookalike. "What are the Marrah Mountains like?" The older blonde asked.

"Hehe, they're not really mountains. It's a big hole in the ground with a bunch of trees... Oh! But there's a lot of mist and fog in the morning. It's so cool."

"Aww man, I wish I could go there."

"What do you mean? You live here."

The older blonde huffed. "My parents say that they're 'dangerous.'"

"Hehehe, they're right. Cellphones don't work there. You can get lost."

"PFft," the older blonde waved his hand in dismissal. "I always know where I'm going."

"You mean like when you got us lost on the lake?"

"That was an accident! Besides, I had my reasons."

"You always have your reasons. Or when we accidentally walked into that lion's den."

"We're still alive and... HEY! That was your fault!"

"I don't know," The younger blonde mumbled, playing with his cute boyish hands. "The mountains are next to Brothers' Mountain. That place gives me the creeps."

"Haha, don't worry, Gar," Smiled the older blonde. "Nothing can scare us. I always have the plan and you have the," he paused cheekily, "weirdness!"

"Hey!" Gar whined.

The older blonde's laughter was interrupted as they heard a motherly voice calling.

"Garfield and Toros! Get down here now! You'll hurt yourselves. Garfield's parents would kill me if they knew I let you climb up a tree!"

"Yes, mom," mumbled Toros. Toros's mother, Rebecca, scowled at her son's recklessness. Her dark radiant hair and fair blue eyes gave her mid-40's body a young appearance. Of course, the freckles and budding crow's feet near her eyes betrayed her youthful dark peach complexion. As Toros climbed down first, Garfield's gaze drifted towards the Marrah Mountains. A flat elevated plain sparsely covered with shrubs and trees. Garfield shivered. The mountain felt... off.

CRACK!

"WAHAAAAAAAA!" Garfield tumbled down the tree, falling straight for the ground. Toros' mom dove for it and caught Garfield just in time.

"Oh my goodness! Garfield! Are you alright?!"

"That... was... awesome!" Raved the younger blonde. "Let's go again!" Rebecca sighed.

"If you two keep running around like mad men, I'll have to name you two the Rampaging Bulls."

"But mooooom! That's my nickname!" Toros whined proudly. His mother just laughed.