Journey to Azarath

The Prophecy of Raven Made

Arella was bringing the green teen's breakfast when she heard him shouting from the other side of his designated room. The purple haired sorceress gently knocked. "Cccc-come in," He stuttered. Arella opened the door. Beastboy was still in bed, but the sweating on his face indicated he previously had a nightmare.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just... had a nasty dream of hungry meat monsters from my friend's meat products," Beastboy nervously laughed off. Arella's face was emotionless as she stared at him briefly and then placed his food on the dresser. "Oh boy! Food!" Beastboy exclaimed, jumping up and starting to gulp down the food. Arella sat in the corner watching the green teen until Beastboy asked a question. "Hey, Arella? When do you think I'll be able to do that back in time thing?"

"At your rate? It will probably take about a few... years," Arella cautiously said. Beastboy coughed up his food.

"YEARS?!"

"That's normal, and it depends if you start to pick up after your reading skills," Arella replied.

"I'll be ancient when I do go back!"

"No, you won't. The spell will transport you back to your original age. You'll be as old as you previously were before you came here," Arella explained. Beastboy sighed as he put down the food and cracked his knuckles.

"Well, then let's get started. We have a lot of ground to cover," Beastboy replied with an excited smile, but Arella stayed where she was.

"How well is my daughter at reading your thoughts?" Arella asked. Beastboy looked at the sorceress with confusion.

"I don't know. I'm pretty easy to read," Beastboy answered, "Why?"

"Why did you lie about the dream you had?" Arella asked. Beastboy cursed himself mentally. Of course, she could read his thoughts, this was Raven's mother. Practically everything Raven knew she got from Arella or Azar. "What was your dream really about?"

"I'm not really comfortable sharing it," Beastboy tried to hide.

"Beastboy, if you're not honest, it can reduce your effectiveness with some of these spells," Arella warned.

"Then we don't do those spells," Beastboy said a little more firmly. Arella quickly noticed his evasiveness.

"Beastboy, I'm pretty sure that my daughter wouldn't judge you on this and neither will I," Arella promised.

"You can't promise me that," Garfield muttered. Arella stood up in front of him.

"Okay, let's put it this way. Your emotions can affect any kind of spell in magical knowledge," Arella explained. Her tone was the same, but the normally calm and emotionless woman seemed to get a little upset at Beastboy's dodging.

"Wait, that can't be true," Beastboy said, noticing the sorceress's lie. "I've seen Raven do things with complete anger." Arella crossed her arms. She didn't think that the teen would be this defensive. So, she tried a different approach.

"Beastboy, I only want to help you," She said tenderly. Dang, it. He was a sucker for that, Beastboy knew she knew that.

"Okay," The teen sighed as he sat down on the bed. "I had a dream that I went back in time to save my parents. This would be around the time that they died." Beastboy balled his hands into a fist. "And I can't do anything about it. In fact, I can't do anything about any of my friends' tragedies."

"Why?" Arella asked. She knew the reason but she didn't think it was the reason Garfield had.

"Because if I change their past it will change my future. Cyborg wouldn't be Cyborg, Robin wouldn't be Robin, and I wouldn't have left to be with the Doom Patrol. Worse yet, I can't prevent the... nevermind," Beastboy avoided saying.