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robin_ravenTitle: Little Boy Lost
Rating: G
Series: Animated Series
Prompt: Theme: Powerless from this week
Summary: “Raven?” He breathes her name slowly as if to taste the bitter reality of his eyes. She is young and afraid, eyes gentle and open and confused.
A (very short and simple) retelling of certain events from The End Part II.
Little Boy Lost
by Kysra
It isn’t long ago that he realized he would do anything for her, and as he stands upon the edge of a crater smoking sulfur and ash with the sky painted a macabre shade of red and the earth buckling beneath his feet, he understands that though she probably knew that unintentional secret, she would never ask.
His teammates, sturdy and concerned at his side, do not resist overmuch when their plan of action forms. Raven is gone but not forgotten and pieces of her still exist in the world. She has not been destroyed, not yet; and he intends to bring her back no matter the consequences. No matter the memory of her face in those last moments before the end with her fearful eyes and determined mouth.
So, he descends with her name in his heart and a sword in hand, a knight bravely entering the dragon’s cave to rescue a harassed princess; but this knight has only his skin and skills for armor, a flimsy mask for a helmet, and an enemy as a guide. And he would do anything for her, to bring her back because he’s just beginning to realize how much she means, how deep she’s invaded.
It isn’t long but seems like forever when he is separated from Slade and the darkness deepens from red to barely-there black. The inner sanctum is not like the entrance – all brimstone and fire – but muted gray, cold stone, and broken windows. There is an eery stillness here, so silent he imagines that the sound of pin dropping would be swallowed up before reaching human ears.
He strains and clamps his lips over panting breaths, trying to keep his focus on the task at hand, trying not to think in ‘what if’s. There are parts of his uniform that are impossibly singed and the stench of burnt hair assails his nostrils as he looks this way and that, senses alert and body ready for the first sign of immediate threat.
A light rustling is heard to his left, the flutter of movement at the barest corner of his eyes. He follows but the interloper is quick and small and takes refuge in the ruins of what looks like a church. The devastated pews appear to be carved of the same stone as the shattered walls, and he navigates the rubble carefully but with no less speed.
He gains on the ghostly figure as it trips and settles upon the littered ground, huddled and shaking. No time is wasted with mystery or regret as the imp is uncloaked and –
“Raven?” He breathes her name slowly as if to taste the bitter reality of his eyes. She is young and afraid, eyes gentle and open and confused.
“Who – who are you?” She is dressed all in white, pure and seemingly untouched by the dark and dirt around them, little face peering from a curtain of soft violet hair, body tense and coiled to propel herself away should he prove himself a threat.
He suddenly remembers Slade’s warning, that he might not like what he finds at the end of the journey, and he feels that he has never felt so powerless as he does now in the face of her unblinking, fearful eyes and the understanding that he would do anything for her and now it would mean nothing at all.
Rating: G
Series: Animated Series
Prompt: Theme: Powerless from this week
Summary: “Raven?” He breathes her name slowly as if to taste the bitter reality of his eyes. She is young and afraid, eyes gentle and open and confused.
A (very short and simple) retelling of certain events from The End Part II.
Little Boy Lost
by Kysra
It isn’t long ago that he realized he would do anything for her, and as he stands upon the edge of a crater smoking sulfur and ash with the sky painted a macabre shade of red and the earth buckling beneath his feet, he understands that though she probably knew that unintentional secret, she would never ask.
His teammates, sturdy and concerned at his side, do not resist overmuch when their plan of action forms. Raven is gone but not forgotten and pieces of her still exist in the world. She has not been destroyed, not yet; and he intends to bring her back no matter the consequences. No matter the memory of her face in those last moments before the end with her fearful eyes and determined mouth.
So, he descends with her name in his heart and a sword in hand, a knight bravely entering the dragon’s cave to rescue a harassed princess; but this knight has only his skin and skills for armor, a flimsy mask for a helmet, and an enemy as a guide. And he would do anything for her, to bring her back because he’s just beginning to realize how much she means, how deep she’s invaded.
It isn’t long but seems like forever when he is separated from Slade and the darkness deepens from red to barely-there black. The inner sanctum is not like the entrance – all brimstone and fire – but muted gray, cold stone, and broken windows. There is an eery stillness here, so silent he imagines that the sound of pin dropping would be swallowed up before reaching human ears.
He strains and clamps his lips over panting breaths, trying to keep his focus on the task at hand, trying not to think in ‘what if’s. There are parts of his uniform that are impossibly singed and the stench of burnt hair assails his nostrils as he looks this way and that, senses alert and body ready for the first sign of immediate threat.
A light rustling is heard to his left, the flutter of movement at the barest corner of his eyes. He follows but the interloper is quick and small and takes refuge in the ruins of what looks like a church. The devastated pews appear to be carved of the same stone as the shattered walls, and he navigates the rubble carefully but with no less speed.
He gains on the ghostly figure as it trips and settles upon the littered ground, huddled and shaking. No time is wasted with mystery or regret as the imp is uncloaked and –
“Raven?” He breathes her name slowly as if to taste the bitter reality of his eyes. She is young and afraid, eyes gentle and open and confused.
“Who – who are you?” She is dressed all in white, pure and seemingly untouched by the dark and dirt around them, little face peering from a curtain of soft violet hair, body tense and coiled to propel herself away should he prove himself a threat.
He suddenly remembers Slade’s warning, that he might not like what he finds at the end of the journey, and he feels that he has never felt so powerless as he does now in the face of her unblinking, fearful eyes and the understanding that he would do anything for her and now it would mean nothing at all.
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Date: 2008-06-12 01:30 am (UTC)