Jeweled Eyes: Emeralds (C)[Update 5-06] Hello all you people out there! Are you ready to rock??!!! ... alrighty then! Well this is my first ever series and I'm really looking to improve over it's course, so any and all constructive critisism is well appreciated. And worth it!! See the cookies? So please leave a review before you virtually leave. Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, but this chapter takes place before Starfire was born on Tamaran so they aren't even in the chapter!! Jeweled Eyes: Emeralds Prolouge ::Fortold:: Tr’eena. Every aspiring and ambitious reader knew this name, ‘reader’ being the formal name to those gifted with foresight. Tr’eena, to those few, was more than a name. For them, Tr’eena was a name synonymous with hope. To a group, almost a separate race, of people persecuted, feared, and isolated; to see one of them at the peak of Tamaranian politics was uplifting. Because of this one name, because if Tr’eena, the readers were not so heavily persecuted for their “sight.” They were safe in society for once. They could live in peace for once. Old in age and wise in mind, Tr’eena shuffled about her small cottage-like house. Slowly, patiently, she set her small kettle onto the stove and started to boil water. Some of it would go toward her evening tea, while the rest would go into her heating pad for the night. The present Grand Ruler, Emperor Myand’r, had long ago offered her a room in the palace, but she refused, preferring the intimate, little house. There she lived out her days, peacefully, as the Emperor’s personal reader. She knew that one complaint would be enough for the Emperor to give her a new room, or even a new house, but she loved her little house. She found that the small confines kept her in touch with the mystic forces that told her what she needed to know. She even kept with her an old pad of paper and a writing pen at all times, should the forces catch her unawares. As she waited for her water to boil, Tr’eena took her pen and pad to her porch so that she could perform her nightly survey of the stars. The Emperor would want to know the secrets they held the next morning. With patient eyes, Tr’eena watched the heavens above. The found that when she waited for her messages to come, they did so willingly. She could not force it. “The Spear of Grouth points east tonight,” she mumbled in her low, gravely voice. A small grin spread across her wrinkled face. “How the Queen will be pleased,” she mused. The Spear of Grouth represented the bearing of strong children, strong in will and mind and soul and spirit. Usually the stars that formed this constellation were skewed, breaking the spear at **** tip. This was an occurrence that upset Tr’eena, for she felt that no matter the times, the world was always in need of the strong. Having the spear in tact and pointing east meant that the child would be born to great power and she had heard that the Queen was with child. Tr’eena slowly and carefully wrote this down in her native script, an ancient form of Tamaranian. She had just finished recording a rough estimate of the crop turnouts when a sudden sense of foreboding and fear washed over her. The night sky, which had formerly seemed so peaceful and welcoming, now stared down at her with hatred, sorrow, and hostility. The sky was on fire. It was twisting and writhing, not with flames, but with pain. But she hardly saw that. She could hardly see anything anymore. But she heard. She heard, in the voices of a thousand readers, all gripped at the same moment with the same prophecy. Now rages, a war, between Heaven and Hell, Which only a mortal can conquer, can quell. Three beings shall come, all worlds to protect, For if the war is lost, each world it affects. The test shall be the final front of the war And throughout the galaxy its result shall pour. The advocate for Hell has since been chosen And shall this side win all life shall be frozen. But Heaven chooses not one life, but three, And on the terms of Hell they agree. The champions chosen shall each pay Hell’s price And go without Heaven’s grace and advice. One, two, three prices to pay. All has been agreed on this very day. Each payment shall be acknowledged in the form of a mark And when three marks are present the final battle may start. And the final battle between Heaven and Hell, Shall be fought in the place where the mortal first fell. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the spirits released Tr’eena and she slumped back into her rocking chair. Her eyes fell to the pad in her lap and she noticed that she had recorded the prophecy. She also noticed her trembling hands. Suddenly, Tr’eena heard quick steps coming closer. She looked up, clutching the pad to her chest and shielding it from view. This was unnecessary since only the eldest even remembered the ancient form of the language. “You there, Witch!” a small palace boy shouted, “Have you heard the news?” Tr’eena, too upset to comment on the rude name, just shook her head numbly. The boy smiled happily. “The queen has found that she will birth twins! Joyous news!” Slowly, the events clicked in Tr’eena’s mind. The Queen already had an older daughter and two more made three. She wanted to jump up and warn the planet of the ensuing struggle, but some force kept the words from coming out. So instead she forced a wise smile and told the boy something about reading the Queen’s palm. The boy seemed satisfied with this answer and turned to run back inside the castle. Inside her own hut, the kettle started to whistle, startling Tr’eena. Slowly, she stood and shuffled back into the hut. She moved the kettle off of the stove, but did nothing with it. She pulled out some incense and a match. With reverence she lit the incense and placed them around her small shrine to X’hal. She kneeled down and instantly fell deep in prayer. It was a long time before Tr’eena struggled to her feet and filled her heating pad with hot water. She did not have the appetite for tea. She carefully tore out the page with the prophecy and hid it in one of her drawers. She then slipped wearily into her bed and tried in vain to calm her swirling mind. Finally, she fell asleep, dreaming of bejeweled eyes. --- So that was the prolouge! The rest of the chapters look like they're about 5,000 words each, so it will be longer, don't worry. Please review!