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The Titans, Inuyasha, Kagome, Sango, Miroku, Shippo(who had been forced to watch over Beast Boy, Rin, and Starfire during the adventure), Sesshomaru, and Rin stood outside of the village. "Well, this was certainly a unique adventure," Raven said in her usual monotone. Most of the group laughed.
"Well, I guess this is good-bye," Kagome said sadly.
"Yeah, you think you can get us home Raven?"
"I think I can manage."
Raven's eyes glowed white and her hands glowed black. "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" she chanted. The mirror they had taken from Kanna began to glow black. It grew larger, large enough for a person to walk through and its surface swirled. "Time to go."
"Good-bye new friends! And thank you for saving me from the daemon of mirrors!" Starfire said.
"Yeah," Beast Boy agreed, "thanks."
"I guess-" Cyborg began, but was interrupted by Raven.
"I can't hold this portal forever." The group smiled. Robin took Starfire's hand and they entered the portal. Cyborg went next, and then Beast Boy. Raven entered last. After she had passed through the mirror shrunk and its surface returned to normal.
"What do we do with it now?" Inuyasha asked.
"We could bury it."
"Where, though?"
"Mt. Fuji's not too far."
Raven phased through the floor. Beast Boy jumped and screamed as she materialized next to him. "God," he yelled, "some things never change, do they?" Cyborg chuckled.
"There's a letter for you Raven," Cyborg said handing her the envelope. She took it and examined the letter.
"Who's it from?" Beast boy asked.
Raven checked the return address. The first line read:
Kagome Higurashi
Raven smiled widely and thought, I guess the adventure isn't over after all.
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear-
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream-
Lingering in the golden gleam-
Life, what is it but a dream?
-Lewis Carrol