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It was a quiet, quiet night.
"Rachel! What are you doing?" a loud and angry voice bellowed.
The young child of five years dropped what she was holding in surprise.
"D-Daddy!" she exclaimed, backing away slowly. "I'm sorry! I didn't-" she was cut off as she got slapped across her face.
"No excuses!" he snarled. "Rachel, I've told you one thousand times already!" he stated, glaring at her.
The indigo-haired child whimpered softly. "Yes Daddy. I'm sorry Daddy." The fear in her eyes were clear as she looked at her dad, at the same time hoping not to get punished for what she had once again attempted.
The silence in the room was suffocating as father stared at daughter, and daughter looked back.
Trigon studied his daughter for a few more seconds before saying gruffly, "Rachel, I've told you and him both countless times already. You are not allowed to touch The Book, understand?"
She nodded quickly.
His face softened as he looked at her and the fear written in her eyes. "When it is time, I shall let you look at it. But not before then. You are not yet ready." She nodded slowly, not yet daring to say a word.
Trigon picked up The Book from the floor, before straightening to look back at his daughter. "But that does not mean you are to go unpunished."
Her face fell as she heard his words.
"…" She sat, unsure of whether or not to stand and follow.
"Come along, daughter."
The child stood silently and followed her father out of the room and into the hallway. "Where are we going?" she asked as she walked alongside her dad. She was still uneasy about what her punishment would be, but she sensed the anger had gone from her father, so she went on in a conversational tone, fearlessly asking questions.
"Down the hall, make a left, go straight, make a right, and turn to the eighth door on the left." Trigon said as they walked. "Can you figure it out?"
Rachel frowned, and went silent as she mentally calculated and coordinated the directions her father had given her. After a second, she said inquiringly, "The Tea Room?"
Trigon shook his head.
"The…Quiet Room?" she asked tentatively after two other tries.
He snorted. "Think, daughter."
"The…Pit?" she guessed, and waited for a reply from her father.
They had made all the turns and were now headed to the eighth door.
"Correct, daughter." Trigon stated when they stopped. He opened the door and walked five steps in. she followed, though much more slowly. She squinted, peering down at the pit, (more like a fifteen-hundred-feet deep canyon), violet eyes adjusting to the dim light of the dark room. She thought she had spotted a pair of red, glowing eyes down below, when she felt something against her back, and then she was falling…
…Falling into the pit and cutting through the gloom.
"Oof!" her mouth uttered as she hit the ground. She heard her father say, "Stay in here until I come back! There's plenty of company around. No floating… and no teleporting either! You two better be here when I come back!"
Then there were loud footsteps walking, the slam of the door, the click of the lock, and finally, the footsteps walking away, getting fainter and fainter…till no more could be heard.
Rachel groaned as she realized that her father had left, and probably wouldn't be back until a week or two later.
She stood up slowly, and looked around her. "Hello?" she whispered, as she remembered seeing a pair of glowing red eyes earlier.
There was a small sound, and then, all of a sudden, a voice spoke from behind her.
"Rachel, what are you doing here?" It was an accusing-worried tone, in the quiet, soft and familiar voice that she knew very well, and had memorized, next to her own, her mother's, and her father's.
She gasped, and spun around in surprise. "Elliot!" she exclaimed, then threw her arms around her best friend and hugged him tightly.
He returned the hug, wrapping an arm around her. Then he let go and stared at her face-to-face, for they were about the same height. "Rachel, don't dodge the question." he said firmly.
She squirmed under his stare, and looked down at the floor, wanting him to stop. But he was unrelenting, as he wanted to know what she was here for. Finally, she yielded, and mumbled out a few words.
"The Book." She whispered softly, wishing that he couldn't hear her, but knowing that he could, for it was only the two of them there, and... it was a freakin' canyon, for crying out loud. Canyons echoed. Duh.
The young boy looked at her, silent. She glanced at his impassive face, then looked away.
Finally, after a moment, he spoke.
"The Book, Rachel? That Book?"
She nodded. "That Book." She repeated.
Elliot sat down suddenly, and Rachel mimicked him, so they were now sitting across from each other.
"Well," he finally said. "It isn't that bad."
She looked at him, surprised.
He shrugged and explained. "See, you're here, and not at the T.P. room, for one thing." She nodded and he continued. "We've been here before, and I've been looking around before you came. There's about no one here, besides us, unlike last time. So you see, it's a bit alright."
She nodded, and then gave him a questioning look. "What are you here for?"
A light blush went across his face, but luckily for him, it was too dark for Rachel to see. The most she could make out of him was his glowing red eyes, and the dark outline of his body against the even darker walls.
"Well?" she leaned forward and poked him.
He looked at the floor. "I was supposed to be finishing up the rest of the workbook, but I got sidetracked and bored. I snuck out to check out that new department, but there was a mirror in the Candle Room and it distracted me. The minions came around the corner, and I got caught. They took me to Trigon, and then dumped me in the Pit."
"Oh." Raven straightened up. "Wait, a mirror? In the Candle Room?"
Elliot nodded. "Yea. Strange, huh? There's not supposed to be a mirror in that room."
"So, you didn't close the door behind you?"
He gave a sheepish grin. "Well, I forgot, and they found me."
The two sat for a while before Rachel spoke up again.
"So, did you look at the mirror?" He nodded, and she continued. "What did you see?"
He frowned. "Well, thing is, I didn't see my reflection. But the frame looked normal enough…"
"What did you see in the glass?" she asked, with a strange look on her face.
"There was a place. I don't know where it was, but… it was different. Different… from here." Elliot looked at Rachel. There was something in her eye… but he couldn't place it.
"What did the place look like?" she asked, eagerly. He frowned, for she seemed a bit too eager… but he told her nonetheless.
Rachel's eyes shone with a strange hope… and Elliot feverishly wished that she wouldn't do anything rash.
At last, he finished, and she told him her thoughts.
"Elliot... the place you describe sounds exactly like Azarath." There was an excitement in her quiet voice. "I think… it may be a portal between worlds."
He looked at her in disbelief. "A portal? To Azarath?"
She nodded. "What do you think?"
Elliot shook his head. "I don't know," he glanced at her face and went on. "But it's possible…"
She shook her head angrily. "I think it is! You know I wasn't here when you came here, and I don't remember how I got here either. That must have been a portal between here and Azarath!"
Elliot sighed; he knew fully well how Rachel wanted to leave… how he wanted to leave.
"Elliot, please." She whispered fiercely. "If it is a portal, then we can finally escape this place! You can come back with me to Azarath. And we'll destroy the portal so that he can't use it anymore, and so that we never need to go back here again."
He shook his head, unconvinced, and she huffed, exasperated.
"Elliot! Please!" she looked at him with big, pleading eyes.
He looked at her, and then sighed. "Alright." He said, finally relenting.
"So how do we-"
A screamed echoed throughout the Titans Tower.
Raven sat upright abruptly in her bed.
She was cut off as another scream sounded. Raven quickly got off her bed and grabbed one of her cloaks, pulling it on her before rushing out of her room.
This was originally written and thought up of on January 10th, 2009. Typed on August 3rd.