• Beast Boy brought himself up to his feet. He took a look around. The place was easily described in one word. Depressing. All the trees were dead and the sky was gray. There didn't seem to be a sun either. A few yards away was what looked to be a stable. Even farther was a rather large bridge, made of round stones. Under it was a raging river, it's thunderous rapids white noise in Beast Boy's head. He turned back and pounded on the doors some more out of pure frustration. How on earth was he supposed to get it? As he stood there contemplating, something caught his eye. A balcony, it's open glass doors sending glares in his direction- even though there was no sun to create them. Weird... is this some sort of trick? he thought. It was a few stories up and a few yards away to his right.
    He walked over to it untill he was right underneath it. There were curtains dramatically billowing out of the double doors. The curtains, like everything else, were black. Beast Boy stared up at them, feeling hopeless. Right as he was turning to search for another way something fluttered past his face. He turned in time to see a butterfly lazily flying towards the building. It was too black and purple, but had a beauty about it that made Beast Boy follow it. It brushed past the corner of the building and he mindlessly chased it. After a minute it landed on the handle of what looked to be a storage shed. He opened it and smiled. The only thing in there was a ladder. Totally a trap, but I need to help Raven. he thought with finality.

    Raven kicked and punched, but no matter what she did the story teller just chuckled. "Fighting isn't going to help you dear princess." he said in an amused voice. She stopped and turned the best she could to look at him. "Princess?" she said, confused. He chuckled again and stated rather smugly "Of course, why else would you be in my castle. Or even my story?"
    He walked to the end of the hall he had been dragging Raven through and opened a door. "Now be a good little girl and go along with the story." he said, throwing her in. Raven hit the floor with a thud, and he too stepped inside.
    She stood up and swung a punch at him. But he made a distinctive "Tsk tsk" noise and grabbed her fist. "That's not very lady like" he said, bending her hand backward. She fell from the pain. He was oddly very strong. The story teller suddenly lifted her up, one hand on her bisept. He dragged her over to an overlooked bed. It was colored as the rest of the castle. He threw her again and walked over to the door. "Have an apple if you feal the need." he said as he walked out and locked the door behind him. Raven looked down at the night stand next to the bed. It had a small bowl filled with apples. She had a strange moment of deja-vou but picked one up any way.

    Beast Boy heaved himself over the edge of the balcony gaurd rail and hit the floor on his shoulder. He stifled an 'oww' and walked inside. It was as dark as all the rest with the same creepy set of colors. There was no furniture, except for a little table in the middle of the tight space. It had a mirror on it with a glass case that held a rose. As he aproached it, he saw the flower was wilting. There was also a note tied to the bottom of the mirror. It read- who?
    "Hmm.... who?" he mumbled to himself. He stared at his reflection in the little mirror. It looked old and had a decorative frame. On the very top left side was a crack. I wonder.... he thought. "Umm, Raven" he said with uncertanty. His image was disoriented and swirled about, until it showed the face of non other that Raven. But it wasn't normal, she was sleeping.
    "Good job". Beast Boy jerked his head up. By the door way, leaning on the frame, was the story teller, his smoky black arms folded. His frightening red eyes on Beast Boy. It made him shiver. "Where is she!" he yelled, dropping the mirror. The picture of Raven shattered.
    "She's.... resting" he chuckled yet again. Beast Boy growled as only he could. He ran at him, but fell. He looked back to see what had tripped him. But there was nothing. "As I said before, I want you out of my story" he said. The story teller started walking towards him, but stopped. His red eyes went wide. Some unseen wall was seperating them, only by inches. "I'll stop you during the climax" he said, disinigrating. A fog of black that had been the story teller blew out the window and out of sight. Beast Boy stood up and ran out the door.

    After almost half an hour of searching and almost locking himself in a bathroom, Beast Boy walked into a room at the end of a long hall. It looked no different from all the rest, except for the sleeping figure on the bed. He ran up next to Raven and grabbed her shoulders. "Raven! Wake up!" he said urgently shaking her. But she didn't move. He looked around for something to help him. There wasn't anything but an apple with a bite in it. There was a slight wind gust and the window opened. The lonely butterfly drifted in, fluttering over to the bed. It landed on Beast Boy's hand. He suddenly knew what to do.


    -TO BE CONTINUED ^_^