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Parallels	By : sirensoundwave Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 3184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey! This is Z’s chappie. It will touch on not so asterous ways of dealing with problems including cutting on Zatanna’s part and the warped “handling” of the issue on Nabu’s. And poor Zatara can’t do anything about it.
FYI, there will be an explanation of some of the magical aspects of this chapter after the final line break.
Stone Sour’s Made of Scars lead us in. I appreciate the suggestions but this song fits both with her cutting and the cause of it.
Plot and anything you don't recognize, mine. Everything else belongs to their respective creators/writers/artists. There are too many to list. Just know I make no profit off of this and shut up about it...m'kay?
Chapter 14
Made of Scars
And I will find a way
Everything you are I will betray
Oh, I swear that I will find a way
Everything you are's inside me!
This one was the first one
This one had a vice
This one here I like to rub on dark and stormy nights
This one was the last one,
I don't remember how
But I remember blood and rain
AND I NEVER SAW IT COMING AGAIN
Yeah, Cut right into me
Yeah, Cause I am made of scars
Yes, I am made of scars
That's what I'm made of!!!
Having finally recovered her bearings, Zatanna sat on a chair in the kitchen as the adults regarded them all with varying degrees of guilt, unease, confusion and whatever the hell Nabu was feeling. She knew the Sorcerer Supreme didn’t give a rat’s ass about her...or anybody really. No, he was all about the many over the few (something he blatantly ripped off from Star Trek) and was not above letting a child suffer (or die) if he could justify it in his mind.
And she hated him for it.
At first, she tried to adjust to not having her father around anymore. But back then, she was under the impression that she would at least get to talk to him once in awhile. That either he or Nabu could still teach her sorcery. When she asked at the start of the new year, Dr. Fate said the following to her.
“To allow Giovanni to converse with you would be to release my control. Should I do this, he will remove the helmet, despite his pledges to the contrary child. You are young and do not understand yet but this chapter of your life is closed now. You are well cared for by the Justice League and could want for nothing. You are of the age to continue your magical studies alone as well, I suggest you do so. True disciples of the magical arts study on their own in lands that call to their mystic nature.” Without another word, he turn to leave.
“Just you wait Nabu. I’ll set my father free someday, I swear it!” She screamed after him. He paused a moment before continuing into the Zeta Beam transporter. He probably didn’t take her seriously. But she was. Deathly so.
Robin tried to comfort her as best he could. They spent a lot of time together, especially after she returned from a solo expedition towards the end of February. She has managed to get permission to travel alone for a few weeks across Europe and see what she could glean on the subject of Old World magics. And it was then that she found a release for her anger and frustration. With the blade of a dagger said to be blessed by Hecate. It granted power to those in need and tormented by the supernatural. All it required was a regular offering of the user’s blood. It was buried beneath a temple she passed with the hilt jutting out of a crack in the floor.
It was calming to see the sanguine flow run down her thigh. Hear the delicate sound of flesh being sliced open. The pain gave her reassurance that she was still alive. Gave her strength to continue on her journey. Each cut caused the blade to glow bright red. The best part was she could do this all night and banish the damage by morning. Not that any stranger she passed would have seen through her jeans or been concerned if they could.
The grown ups got worried when she missed a few check ins and tracked her down off the coast of Italy. She said she just forgot but she really wasn’t in the mood to deal with them. Black Canary was nice though. She said that she understood why she wanted to avoid them but pointed out that her behavior wasn’t very trust inducing and had been sent to bring her home. The ride back to the states wasn’t boring. The blonde woman showed a great interest in her travels. And she learned that no one was happy about Nabu’s treatment of her.
“We all understand. Some more than others. Many of us lost one of both parents by the time we were teens. At least two leaguers that I know of never knew their real family. I was against this trip honestly. Your problem cannot be solved by running away Zatanna. The truth is it’s something you will just have to accept. No matter how unfair it is. I promise you things will get better. I just wish I could tell you when.” The two sat on a private plane owned by Queen Industries. The moon was a far away disc reflecting off of the Atlantic as they near America.
“It’s okay Canary. I think I’m ready to face reality. It’s just hard. I see him so often. The eyes of my father are very clear but everytime I’m reminded that it’s not his soul behind them. Then there’s knowing he’s trapped.” She started to cry. The older woman held her close. If either noticed the Dagger of Hecate in it’s jeweled sheath peaking out her jacket begin to pulse a pale purple color, neither said anything.
Whens she got back to the mountain, the cutting escalated. And the blade would glow a darker and dark hue of red. Knowing she could stop the bleeding at any time, she began slicing deeper and in more perilous places. Her wrists and ankles were often criss crossed with lines that bled like Niagra Falls. She was also angry all the time. She argued with everyone over the stupidest things. Z began growing more powerful but less controllable. She became reckless on missions and nearly got herself killed a few times too. Everything reached a boiling point a week before April.
Robin had noticed the strange scars. The ones she felt did not deserve to heal. They were mostly hidden but her costume exposed more of her hip than she thought. When he asked her about them, she flipped out on him. She realized now that her behavior was uncalled for. At the time all she could think about was how he was invading her privacy and how betrayed she felt when he said that he was going to tell Canary.
It made her angrier that she was taken off of active duty for almost two months but it made her feel special that BC moved into the cave just for her. The two spent a lot of time together as more sisters than anything else. The more they talked and worked through her feelings, the less pull the dagger had on her. The creation of her KSK account was the older woman’s idea too. Canary told her to think of things that made her feel powerful while designing her second self. Rob still wanted to pay for it even after she had been so horrible to him. He just mumbled something about everyone needing a break from stupid shit before giving her the access code to her blank template avatar.
KhaotikTripleGoddess was, as her name suggests, a character that consisted of three identical females. Each one looked like a rebellious goth girl (combat boots, mesh stockings, spiked armbands and chains galore). One dressed in black wore a laurel of Belladonna on her head. One dressed in purple wore one of yew branches. The third in midnight blue had a crown of cypress. They could act independently but were never far from each other. Each had a dagger like the one she found in Greece but they were used for casting spells more so than cutting things. She was a type of goddess listed as Grecian Pantheon Kin; one modelled after a god or goddess from the same order as Zeus and Hera.
Online, she met another avatar that seemed to know a lot about her, DioscuriC. It was really creepy, especially when he told her he knew about her problem with her father and the anger she held inside.
#Leave me alone. I’ll report you if you to admin don’t.# The three girls frowned.
#Z, you need to calm down. I’m not a stranger. We’ve met before.#
#And that makes you oh so trustworthy.#
#Touche. Perhaps we should meet face to...faces.#
She did not have time to ponder what that meant. A second later, her laptop sat on her bed by itself. The only evidence she had been there were disheveled sheets and that fact that the computer was on.
DC had pulled her into the game, literally. She stood by the banks of the river in her forest looking through three sets of eyes. Before her, a young man dressed like an ordinary teen in a fight jacket with black hair. A gemini tattoo was on his right hand. He resembled someone she had seen before but...
“What the HELL?!” Her voice echoed in triplicate. “You're a magic user!”
“Correct. I only want to help you Z. I know you’ve felt your powers growing and if you don’t get a handle on them, you’re going to get yourself or someone you love killed.” He smiled gently. “If it makes you feel better, my actual name is Castor.”
“You say I know you. I’ve never known anyone by that name so how do you know my identity? For all I know you’re some pervert.” All three crossed their arms.
“You do, you just don’t know the person you met isn’t the real me. I know this is strange but I don’t have much time. Listen to me, your life is in danger and not just from the enemies you are aware of. The Dagger of Hecate was not something you came upon by happenstance. It was placed in your path by someone seeking your destruction. The version of it’s legend you read had been greatly distorted. It was created as a ceremonial tool for animal sacrifice and never meant to shed human blood. It’s been reacting to you and providing protection of a sort making you one with the goddess, part of the surge in power you’ve felt.
The bond has become unbreakable and now you are at the greatest risk. If you ever lose complete faith in yourself, the dagger could possess you and force you to commit suicide, fully comending your spirit to the crossroads. That was the goal of the one who led you to it. It wasn’t destiny...more like fate.” He sighed. “Z, you are stronger than you know. Never forget that. I have to go but if you would like to meet again, used the dagger to call me. I’ll answer.”
With that, he stepped into the door that appeared beside him. The visual of a player logging off.
The young spell caster found herself alone together on the river bank. Sitting on three rocks, she began to think. How much could she trust this guy? She got the sense that he really was trying to look out for her but--
Wait.
*It wasn’t destiny...more like fate.*
Zatanna suddenly felt very cold inside. The one person who pushed her to explore on her own. Berated her for wanting what any daughter would and called her selfish in a roundabout way. Made her feel useless.
Nabu had tried to kill her. In a way in which he wouldn’t have to get his hands dirty.
Oh no. If he wanted her gone, he’d have to do it himself. And boy, he was gonna catch hell trying.
Dr. Fate had been watching from inside the game as well, high in a tree. That blue skinned little freak just had to ruin his plans! He should have been paying attention to the fact that KhaotikTripleGoddess had left the river. That and it wouldn’t have hurt to at least try to change his appearance. Full on Lord of Order garb kinda stood out even in a KSK forest. Like, a lot.
It would have saved him the intense pain in his back that caused him to fall from his perch.
“You are so going down!” Three voices called, clearly enraged.
For the next few moments,blurs of black, purple and indigo took turns beating the crap out of him in mid air. Finally sent hurtling downward, he created a crater in the forest floor.
“I’m going to expose you Dr. Fake! I will get my dad back!”
The helmet of fate formed a shield when the triplets charged at him like eagles going for the kill. To his suprise, they each took on the glow of what color they were wearing and joined hands. The deadly light show collide with his shield and everything went white.
“Oof!” Zatanna found herself being launched onto the floor of her bedroom in the real world. She sat up and hugged her knees, crying alone in the dim light. She had been so close...
Far away, in the Tower of Fate, Nabu floated motionless. His costume looked like he had been at ground zero of a bomb. A large crack now extended from a corner of the left eye socket on the helmet. He could hear Giovanni raging at him and trying to gain control. It didn’t matter though. The body was too damaged to do anything but let the the healing powers of the sanctuary do their job. The last thing he had felt before returning was several hands grabbing the helmet and pulling like no tomorrow.
*I am bum...bum...bum...a line break!*
At times like this, Nabu understood the human urge to roll one’s eye. He was standing in a room saturated with chaos magic. It was radiating from 4 people, indicating none of them were who they claimed to be. A fifth signature was faint but none the less there. He silently cast a spell to show him their true forms.
Over the small black haired girl, a translucent image of an older but still pixy like woman appeared. She wore her hair in many braids each tipped with a butterfly shaped bead of gold. Over the silver haired boy, a tall broad shouldered man with a raven pendant around his neck. Though the children were talking to others in the room, the images turned to him. The woman smiled serenely and waved her hand in greeting. The man scowled and gave him what he once heard referred to as a ‘New York peace sign’.
The third strong signature was coming from Wallace; the sigil for the Gemini of the zodiac visible on the left hand of a much older version of himself wearing black robe. Dr. Fate already knew the Flash’s nephew wasn’t human or even truly related to the speedster. He has met the boy’s true mother prior to the beginning of the year in a park to demand she tell him what she was up to. The woman with stars in her hair claimed she was the Guardian of this Reality named Lady Gaia. Her children played the part of balancers--Wallace on the side of Good and Klarion on the side of evil. The flaw in her explanation was that both were Chaos Mages. Chaos magic by its nature could never be good, only evil. It disrupted order causing imbalance; the very opposite of what she claimed they were doing. He orchestrated much of his report to draw attention to the fact that these Mages were influencing the League and their proteges. Well, more to get them to pay closer attention to their erratic behavior so it could be blamed on the Mages.
The fourth was a shock to him. Standing back to back with Black Canary was blonde woman in the same robe. Canary bent down to offer a hand up to Green Lantern. The ghostly image, still standing, gave a sweeping bow to Fate that opened her robe revealing the two piece version of Dinah’s outfit underneath. The sigil for Virgo across her bare belly.
Robin was the source of the faintest energy. At first he thought what he sensed from the child was a latent and unused magical ability and nothing more. Now he knew he was wrong. How many of these abominations were there?! One alone had given Zatanna the means to nearly kill him!
/You realize you can only see us because we’re letting you right?/ The golden eyed girl asked. /And Cas didn’t do anything but unravel part of your web of deceit./
/In other words, you had your chance to get them ready and you really blew it./ The silver haired man smirked. /Attempting to murder a child, for shame./
/Not so all seeing of you never noticed that I wasn’t a mortal. We see each other at least 5 times a week, Dr. Fake./ The blonde laughed. /It was my time with her that helped save her from your manipulations./
/The ball’s in your court Nabu. Own up to your lies or we will expose them. Today. We are not ashamed of our deceptions, they weren’t self serving. Want to test us?/ The redhead crossed his arms.
/We *dare* you./ Four voices chorused.
*I am bum...bum...bum...a line break!*
Hecate is a greek goddess associated with many things. The crossroads (where the past present and future intersect; as well as the earth, sky and sea which she also has dominion over), the moon, death/the underworld and apothecary of medicines and poison to name a few. Many of her ancient rites required a tribute of blood. In some versions of her myth it said that she became a goddess after she was forced to kill herself by the moon goddess Artemis for insulting her. Modern followers have resurrected her as the goddess of witches and the embodiment of the maiden, the mother and the crone (the triple goddess or triple moon). Yew, cypress and belladonna are all sacred plants to her.
The full moon is said to be a time for banishing evil and negativity. That’s the phase the moon was in when Canary brought her home.
Black is the color used to repel evil energy, symbolise chaos and infinity.
Purple is the color of justice, psychic awareness and wisdom.
Blue/Indigo (depending on what source you check) represents serenity, divine protection and mending of damaged pride.
Dioscuri (son or sons of Zeus; a name often used to address both Gemini twins) plus C, the first letter of Castor’s name equals DioscuriC.
Gabriel gave Fate the bird ; P
Lastly, we know who all the Zodiac Knights are.
Mother---Lady Gaia
Castor--Klarion (tat on right hand)
Pollux--- Wally (tat on left hand)
Sagittarius--Roy (tat on left upper thigh but hidden under clothes
Pisces---Poison Ivy (tat on right foot)
Virgo---Black Canary (tat on stomach)
Epsilon---Cheshire (tat on left shin)
Like it? Hate it? Am I confusing people? Reviews are always greatly appreciated. Wally’s up next. Sirensoundwave out.
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