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Parallels	By : sirensoundwave Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 3185 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Plot and anything you don't recognize, mine. Everything else (Young Justice or any characters licensed by DC) belongs to their respective creators/writers/artists. Just know I make no profit off of this and shut up about it...m'kay?

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Here's where the story starts to really pick up. The Light makes an appearance as do the rival guardian and his mages. Robin remembers his past life, how it was cut short and how the anger of a woman who lost everything turned a prosperous land and it's people into a historical foot note.
This title fits all three parts of this chapter. The song is about trusting yourself, how things aren’t always what they seem and of course, running for one’s life.
Three Days Grace is our lead in with Get Out Alive.
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 19
Get out Alive
No time for goodbye, he said
As he faded away
Don't put your life in someone's hands
They're bound to steal it away
Don't hide your mistakes
Cause they'll find you, burn you
Then he said
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
This is my last time, she said
As she faded away
It's hard to imagine
But one day you'll end up like me
Then she said
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive (If you want to get out alive)
Run for your life (Life)
If you want to get out alive (If you want to get out alive)
Run for your life
If I stay, it won't be long
Till I'm burning on the inside
If I go, I can only hope
That I make it to the other side
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Hold on for your life
If you want to get out alive (If you want to get out alive)
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive (If you want to get out alive)
Hold on for your life
If I stay, it won't be long
Till I'm burning on the inside
If I go, I can only hope
That I make it to the other side
If I stay, it won't be long
Till I'm burning on the inside
If I go, if I go
Burning on the inside
Burning on the inside
Burning on the inside
He wasn't sure how long he lay there. Boneless and racked by unending tears. He did know his mother was there though. That she had kept her promise just like she always did.
"Mam (Mom)..."
"Yes Boreugwyn (bor AH'EE gwin)?" Ivy, no Blodyndŵr ( BLOWD-ahN dooer), his mother. Oh what a cruel irony their names had been.
Pure morning. He had been regarded as anything but pure since his hair darkened as a baby.
A broad sword pierce his chest while the sun was setting.
Water flower. Both her namesakes were plentiful in her lifetime, keeping the valley they called home full of life. When she died, so did their people.
"What did I do? Why was I bad?" He buried his face in her bosom.
"Nothing bright bird. You were born into a people that had never seen hair like yours. Blond, red and light brown yes, but never black. Only from the demons beyond the sea, the ones who came when your grandfather was chieftain. They burned our homes and took whatever they could carry back with them.
Your father, Arwyn, was the next chieftain, expecting to have a strong heir. And he did, you favored him in all but two ways. You're kind heart and your hair which began to darken not long after you were born. Being gentle was not something looked well on in a man, even less in their future leader but it could be overlooked. The fact that you looked so much like the Beyonders however, it was seen as an evil omen. A sign that they would return.
Many wanted to kill you right then. But my mother convinced them that if it were an omen, you were only the messenger, still an innocent child. Years passed and nothing happened. Instead of rejoicing, everyone grew more fearful. Then you showed a gift only the women in my family had, magic. My line had long been the priestesses of our people, blessed with mystic powers. It was the reason your father chose me, not for love but for power. Still, I did my duty as his wife and gave him a son.
A clan head named Bowen contested the fact that you were not killed as a baby. He said that his crops were not as plentiful, that they shrank each year you lived; that the coming harvest would be worse. Others sided with him claiming similar things. Injuries, illness the list goes on. When Bowen tried to get you, I got in his way and he struck me with his mace instead. In your anger, you yelled horrible things at Bowen including the wish for him to suffer because he hurt me. You had just seen your 7th spring thaw, the age most of your aunts and cousins could predict the weather or tell fortunes.
That afternoon, wolves attacked his hunting party. Bowen’s brother died and he lost a hand while many of his men were maimed. Your father chased you here, intent on honoring the people’s plea for your death. I tried to stop him but I wasn’t strong enough. I was only wounded but he drove his sword through you.” Robin felt her tears in his hair like raindrops. “I blamed myself for not seeing the signs, not taking you and running far away when you were born. I blamed our people. I blamed the spirits. I swore that you would be avenged and held you as your light faded, screaming to the heavens when my baby stilled.
To die in anger is to sow the seeds for a terrible curse, it was the last thing my mother told me before she passed on, placing her ritual dagger in my hands. I know now that she had seen your future but because she was so weak from fever, all she could do was tell me how to redress the wrong that would be done. I had always kept it on me, even tried to defend you with it before your father beat me to badly to properly hold it.”
“You killed yourself because of me.” Came a weak murmmer from him.
“NO! I did it because of them! Nothing that happened was your fault Boreugwyn, you were just a child. A sweet boy killed because of fear! Spilling my own blood cursed this land, turning it against our tribe. The river and wells turned to dust, the soil grew too tainted for even rains to water. The forests withered, the animals fled and the Green Valley tribe died out.
I wanted you to have the life that was stolen from you but both of our souls were trapped here. I don’t know how long we haunted this place, only glad you had your birds to play with you; you didn’t seems to notice. Lord Castor came to me one day with an offer.”
*Flashback*
“Blodyndŵr, I can give him a new life but nothing is without a price my dear.” The red head turned to see the cloaked figure watching her son’s spirit run with the birds around the cliff. It had been so long since she had heard her name, she’d almost forgotten it. No one who ventured here could see them.
“Who are you? What are you?” The priestess knew of evil spirits that sometimes came for those still bound this world but was unsure if he was one. If he was, she was unsure if her magic could still protect them.
“Some one who knows what it is like to give their all for ones who would betray them. Your child can live again in an era where his gifts will make him special, be seen as a blessing not a curse.” He chuckled wryly.
“And your price?”
“Your soul.” That answer sent a chill through her being. He was one of them! She had to get to Boreugwyn before this monster devoured them. He grabbed her before she could disappear. “I can only help you if you are no longer tied to this plane. I will not steal your essense if that is what you fear. On the contrary, I will give you the power to protect and watch over your son as he grows. All I ask is for you to bind yourself to me, become my servant.”
“What do you get out of this? What must I do for you?” She frowned.
“I desire a companion to help me with my work.”
*End*
“I gave my soul to that stranger and became Pisces, a goddess of sorts representing water and earth. I helped my new master remove threats to the balance and other tasks he assigned. It was never anything degrading, I don’t believe Lord Castor saw me that way. He won’t admit it, but Lord Pollux told me he acted out of compassion and pity. Still, I grew to enjoy my new life. And in return, the Graysons had you. When you were reborn, I capped your abilities to barely more than precognition and affecting chance; after all using them unknowingly caused your end the first time. I became Poison Ivy to be near you, be able to see you in person, not just my mirrors. And be there when in case you ever needed me.
Don’t tell Bruce, but I helped him when Zucco escaped. I simply tightened the bind on your powers so he had a chance to restrain you. But I knew you would eventually shatter that one too. By then, I would be able to teach you.
That poem you read in school was about our legend. It doesn’t rhyme in English.”
Pisces continued to stroke his hair as she hummed.
“A child loved a child lost. A mother’s love, a mother’s fury. Here and forever after, this land will not prosper. Once a great green valley, now barren and craggy, shadowed by misery.” He sat up and recited the last lines of the poem. It was set in Wales, about how the domino auks watched over a little boy being born and played with him for years. They returned to meet him one day only to find him and his mother dead. Too sad to leave their young friend and the woman who cared for him, the flock lay down with their bodies never to rise again.
He’d read his past and didn’t even know it.
*I am bum...bum...bum...a line break!*
After the big reveal, there were still a bunch of things to discuss. Lady Gaia suggested doing so in private before she left, taking Sylphine and Gabriel with her. The mentors and their protege’s had divided themselves into pairs and began talking out their issues. Zatara was taken to the infirmary by Virgo who promised to heal him.
Batman left to find Robin. The whole way to the Zeta beam he grumbled about how much he despised magic. Words he would later have to eat.
Sagittarius wandered about waiting to speak to Artemis alone himself. Epsilon who had been silent was running around with Sphere and Wolf. That left Z without anyone to talk to right? Nope. Castor, back to looking like the Lord of Chaos she’d first met, came up to her.
“What do you want with me?” She tried and failed not to seem angry. This was the same guy who planned for the world’s worst piece of headgear to possess her father. Made the last eight months of her life miserable when it was possible for him to stop it. All of it.
“How does someone get stronger?” He responded.
“What are you-”
“Just answer the question.” He huffed at her, looking annoyed.
“Hard work and practice.”
“Wrong answer.”He poked her forehead. “We get stronger when we are tested. Zatanna, you have the potential to become the greatest sorceress of this age. I lied when I first told you about the dagger.”
“There’s a shocker.” The young magician scoffed.
“Calm down. Sheesh. I lied when I said it wasn’t destiny. Nabu had you find it sooner than expected, got you ridiculously close to offing your self with it, and caused you pain but it has always been your fate to own it. You don’t know your worth until you take a hit. You can never fully appreciate joy with out understanding sorrow. That’s how life works. Because of all you went through, it recognized you for the strong person you are. That’s all I wanted to say. I’m sure Syl’s occupied with her new toy. Guess I better make sure Bats doesn’t go batty before Pisces comes back. Later.”
Zatanna watched him drop into a black portal in the floor. She was still upset but she felt a little better. It turns out the guy she was supposed to look up to, that her father gave his body to, was out to get her but the one person she wasn’t suppose to trust in a million years had been looking out for her the whole time.
*I am bum...bum...bum...a line break!*
Meanwhile, in the command center for the Watchtower, Mr. Terrific was monitoring the airwaves around the world, looking for signs of trouble. He didn’t mind covering for Jonn when he was out in the field or off duty. More often as of late, this had been his full time station. His spheres and Manhunter’s telepathy pretty much made them the only ones who could do this with out mental overload. Well, Batman filled in occasionally but he was known for doing the impossible.
A transmission simulcast in several languages caught his attention. He couldn’t pin point the source so he just began to record it. He recognized Queen Bee and Lex Luthor standing in front of several other shadowed figures.
Luthor’s voice echoed across the world. Translated into dozens of languages.
Queen Bee regally gestured to those beside her.
First was a petite young woman dressed like a belly dancer. Her silky trousers, slippers and tube top were blood red. Her long brown hair behaved s if it were alive. Clasped in her hands was a spear with there small prongs that narrowed to a a point. Beside her, obviously her twin wearing the same outfit in blue. Her hair too seemed to be moving like it were made of snakes. In her hands, a curved sword. Behind them, shirtless man with four arms. He looked much like the two girls...his daughters perhaps? Two arms rested on the girls’ shoulders. The second set was on his hips, the elbows clearly seen.
The man’s voice was deep, like the sound of the earth rumbling. His face was handsome...until he donned a devious smile.
That was all the notice given before the screen was splatted with blood. Someone wiped the camera lens clean and billions the world over were no doubt horrified.
In the left hand of the girl in blue, the severed head of Bilalya’s Queen dangled by her ebony locks. In the right, the bloody sword. The woman’s body was slumped over the podium, baring the gory stump left of her neck for all to see.
Lex was still standing but not under his own power. The girl in red had rammed her spear straight through the rear of his skull and our through the front of his face. She held him upright this way like a macabre puppet before yanking it out kicking the him as he dropped like a rock.
Both girls chorused as if they were children in a schoolyard. A rumbling cackle from the man behind them sounded and the screen went black.
*I am bum...bum...bum...a line break!*
Vishnu, Shiva and Kali are now in the YJ world. What now? We get to see just what they had the Light doing before they...severed their ties.
Reviews appreciated. Stay tuned. Sirensoundwave out.
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