A/N: Hello again readers! So sorry that this is taking forever for me to finish…I'm so busy with schoolwork right now, and then there is the whole thing with me not getting sleep either. I swear…if I could only get the time to write this, I would be onto the next story already. Thanx for the reviews last time, although I got considerably less but I figured that was due to my abysmal updating. I'll try to get better at this time management thing, so I hope you enjoy this chapter, yet another cute one!

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Chapter Nine: Bry'andr and Tyr'andr

Time seemed to be ticking by slower than usual, the smaller hand slugging around the face of the clock at a pace that made one question his or her sanity. A steady drip of the faucet from the kitchen sink could be heard against the cold steel of the basin, giving the tense room an even tenser atmosphere as five young adults sat around in a half circle on a similarly shaped couch, wringing their hands together and sneaking glances at their sixth member pacing frantically throughout the whole room. The only noises that could be heard were the worried sighs, heavy breathing, and the steady drip; of course these normally quiet things were magnified as if a loudspeaker was projecting them into a person's ear.

To say that the Titans were worried would be the understatement of the century, they were terrified. Not one of them had ever gone through something like this before, a birthing, much less one that was not even for someone from Earth. They each kept shooting glances at each other, hoping to see if that person had an answer to ease their fears, but they never found their answer. It also did not help that Robin was close to having a breakdown any second, his pacing increasing in intensity the longer time crept by. Not even Beastboy's ready jokes could find a voice, always dying in the changeling's throat before being vocalized; each of the Titan's nerves were starting to fray after six long hours of labor.

Lily was absent from the waiting room the Titan's had fashioned from their living room, and she had not been out to report on Starfire's progress in the past two hours. The two physicians that had stayed on Earth to assist with Starfire's pregnancy had forbid anyone other than Lily to assist them. The older of the two female Tamaraneans, Torga, had found out about Lily's extensive study in medicine, and coupled with her healing gift it had convinced the wily old doctor to accept the brunette's help. She had given the Titan's reports of how Starfire was doing every hour, but once Torga came back and ordered Lily to come and help them in a somewhat worried tone, the lilac-eyed young woman had not been back out to see them.

It was starting to get to Robin obviously.

Raven rose from her meditative stance on the couch, a measure she took to maintain the calm expression on her face rather than the worry-etched one she felt growing within her. She stole a glance over at her green significant other, noting the scared look in his eyes and laid a comforting hand over his clammy one, giving him a small smile when he looked up into her amethyst orbs.

"I'm sure it's fine Gar," she whispered in his ear, giving his hand a squeeze of reassurance she herself did not feel. "Star's strong, she'll be all right. I'll be right back though, make sure Robin doesn't hurt himself."

Beastboy gave a small smile at his girlfriend's attempt to make a joke; she most certainly had her moments from time to time. He nodded and pulled her down for a small kiss before letting go of her pale hand. He watched Raven sink through the floor in the shape of a black and glowing raven before turning his attention back towards the dripping faucet, recalling things that had led to this moment he found himself stuck in. It all seemed so long ago…

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The entireplanet seemed to have learned about Starfire's pregnancy the second after Galfore left, and reporters had swarmed the steps of the Tower, desperate to gain an interview with any of the Titans about the situation. Cyborg had to actually fire a warning shot at them once to get them to clear off the island and surrounding waters in order to let some of the team through to address an issue in the city. Meanwhile, Robinhad forbidden Starfire to talk with the media, well he forbid all the Titans but Starfire gained the brunt of it.

Starfire had commented about how silly Robin was acting, and often scolded him about his rudeness towards the reporters, saying he was being overly cruel to them. It wasn't until an article was published that spoke of how the coming hybrid twins would be 'abominations' in the eyes of God and were a product of an illicit union. The naïve alien princess had been shocked at the maliciousness of the reporter who had published the article, and even though he was an extreme case, the sensitive red-head had become very distraught over the issue. Beastboy had been heading over to talk to Raven when he heard the distressed alien crying to his girlfriend.

"But why would they say such things friend Raven! My children have done nothing to warrant such treatment, my own people accepted them, why cannot humans?"

"Star, we deal with this kind of press all the time. They are simply trying to tear us down because it's stuff like that which sells, people will buy an article about how someone was brutally murdered rather than one where someone helped an old woman from getting hit by a car. That's just how humans work, don't you dare take this attack seriously Starfire, because your children are going to be absolutely perfect just as they are."

Beastboy could see how Raven could comfort Starfire in this situation, for the gothic beauty was a halfling herself, and had experience dealing with bad press. Starfire had decided then to not read any more articles from the tabloids, and had forgiven the disgusting reporter for writing what he did; that was just her nature. However, Robin was a completely different case…he was furious and had stopped by the reporter's work to ensure that he did not write anymore stories on Starfire.

This had resulted in the reporter's articles all being directed towards Robin's sanity and 'increasing levels of violence' instead, but the black-haired youth seemed appeased to be the object of the press's attention instead of Starfire. He told Beastboy he could handle whatever was thrown at him, but he was not going to tolerate anyone to write such horrible things about his children.

However all the bad happenings that befell the team, the next three months of Starfire's pregnancy progressed nicely, according to the Tamaranean physicians staying with the crime fighters, and Starfire had been overjoyed when gifts had started being sent to her from someone as unimportant as a housewife in Jump City to Wonder Woman. She became increasingly large, the two beings growing within her eager to come out according to Torga, but she had not lost any of her beauty, the glow about her seeming to brighten each day.

However, now everything seemed to be so unsure. What would happen to the Teen Titans now that two of them had children? Where would they even live, still in the Tower where a villain could easily attack the young family? Would Starfire even be well enough to fight after this? After all, no one knew what a combination of human and Tamaranean would result in, and it could end up hurting Starfire. Nothing seemed as clear as it had three months ago, three days ago, three hours ago…

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Try as he may, Robin could not calm down his pacing, or the millions of devastating thoughts flowing through his mind as he waited for some kind of answer to present itself to him. He knew full well he was acting neurotic, but he couldn't help himself. All the doubts he had suppressed over the past eight months came zooming into his consciousness and had made camp right then and there. He kept questioning himself, whether he could even be a father or not, whether he would live up to what kind of father his own was, and whether his twins would even like him. He knew it was a wasted worry, but he couldn't help but think it.

And then to exacerbate his already waning sanity further, he was now terrified that Starfire's labor was not going as planned, or that she was in a lot of pain. He wanted to stand by her and let her know everything would be all right, even if he wasn't sure that it would be. She had done so for him on countless occasions, but now he couldn't even do that, Torga and the younger physician Mabel forbidding him from the birthing room that was fashioned from the medical wing. He found this ten times more frustrating than all those times he remembered Slade escaping.

Wow, there was someone he had not thought about at all for eight months, not since he had first learned that the maniac had finally been captured and put behind bars. It marveled him still that he did not care nearly as much as he thought he would, for he was happy that such a dangerous person would no longer threaten Jump City, but gone was the obsessive feeling he had always carried when he thought of Slade Wilson, the "Deathstroke." Those feelings seemed so long ago, not near as important as the feelings he now held in high regard.

Robin directed his uneasy thoughts back to the woman he loved, vowing to himself to not think about anything other than her at the moment. He was so worried about her, remembering some of the fears she secretly confessed to him only, and shuddered a bit as if cold in his pacing. She was scared that some of their enemies would target their children, scared that there would be attempts on their lives before they could even walk. To be honest, no matter how much Robin reassured her that everything would be okay, he was terrified of the exact same thing. After all, no parent can protect their child all the time forever. He heaved an anxious sigh and rubbed his sweaty palms together as he pushed those thoughts from his mind and let others in, other memories of happier times.

He thought of his family, his deceased parents and the circus troop he was taken from, and realized for the first time that it did not pain him to do so. True, thinking of his parents still made him sad, but he realized over the past year or so that he could not continue to view his parents' memory as something so painful. He wanted to tell his children about how great their grandparents were, and he wanted to do it genuinely.

Thinking of his children, Robin began to go over possible human names for them for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, Starfire already having decided the Tamaranean names almost as soon as Galfore left. He had always wanted to name his son after his father, John, but the more he thought about it, the more Robin realized he wanted his son to have his own identity.

'Maybe my father's middle name…' he began to think when he suddenly heard a strangely familiar voice sing-song in his ear.

"Fain galan de remmin lais

O Linnathon le Ennorath"

"I know that voice," Robin whispered to himself, still loud enough to attract the attention of his other teammates. His uncovered azure eyes widened as something flashed across his memory, something he had not thought of for nearly three years. He was so caught up in what he heard that he didn't notice Ahren standing in front of him until the brunette waved his hand across his face, startling him.

"You in there Rob?" Ahren asked in an amused tone that slowly melted into confusion when he saw the look on the other young man's face. "Hey, I'm sure Red's fine…no need to worry about her."

"I wasn't thinking about Star," Robin answered in a dazed voice before it turned sharp and inquisitive. "Didn't you hear that voice just now? It sounded female and was singing…well sort of. It was a language I didn't understand."

"Uh Robin," Ahren replied with a nervous laugh. "I think the whole baby thing is making you a bit loopy. There wasn't any voice, not even a singing one."

"I'm being serious Ahren," Robin snapped back, annoyed that the older man was mocking him. "I heard someone just now! She said something like linna-linnabath and enrath. I don't know what they meant, but it sounded so familiar."

Ahren's brown eyes widened after Robin's last statement, asking in an almost breathless voice, "Did-did you mean Linnathon and Ennorath?"

"Uh yeah," Robin answered, unsure of how Ahren knew the words. "There was more too--"

Yet is this child of who I sing,

Of both Darkness and the Light?

"There it was again!" Robin exclaimed quietly to himself, repeating the words under his breath loud enough for Ahren to hear, the latter's mouth now opening wide to accompany his bugged out eyes. "It's definitely a girl singing. I think I heard this once before, when I was unconscious or dreaming…there was a willow tree and a green field."

Ahren took a step back from Robin, trying to control his breathing, fully aware of both what Robin had seen and what the song was he was singing. It was children's poem, one that foretold the end of the world, one that talked about a certain golden-eyed child Ahren kept seeing in his visions. It was beyond him why Robin could hear this voice too, but both he and Robin locked eyes when they both heard the same voice in their heads, a voice both had heard before once upon a time.

"Are you ready?"

"You heard it too?" Robin asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Yes I did," Ahren answered in a slightly shook tone, locking his brown orbs with the dark blue in front of him. "I've always heard that voice, ever since I started having visions foretelling the end of free will. The question is how you are able to hear that voice too."

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She meandered down the hallway of the youth displacement center, cleaning and straightening as she went. The building was actually just an orphanage, but because it was an orphanage for children with 'gifts' and certain unusual abilities, it received a special name to be formally recognized by. The center had only been in operation for maybe five months, and already the center had a sizeable number of children residing there. Not to mention volunteers, which was what she was helping with.

Well, volunteering wasn't the exact word, it was more like community service for a life sentence, not that she really minded. She viewed it as atonement for all the blood on her hands, a way to prove to herself her life was worth a damn. She had been given this chance, she certainly wasn't going to muck it up now.

She was nearing the end of her work day, she knew that, but she still liked to stay in the center as long as possible before her personal parole-type officer that doubled as her councilor came to take her back to the penitentiary she called home. She pinned up some forgotten pictures laying on the table, a relic to the children's imaginations, on the wall and smiledsoftly to herself that these lost souls had a chance to do things over…had a chance to not end up as she had. She shook her head of those thoughts, determined to only think about those memories at night in her nightmares, and continued to clean up the play area, careful to keep her face stoic as a staff member and another woman walked in, chatting gaily.

She stole a quick glance up with her extremely acute eyes and saw the staff member she knew as Doreen Marshall, a kind woman who always treated everyone with respect, even someone as unworthy as herself. The other woman, a considerably younger woman with dark auburn hair and gold-flecked eyes, was unknown to her, but she was holding a small bundle in her arms.

"Oh he's just darling Julie," Doreen gushed as the younger woman beamed proudly. "And would you look at his eyes, they are like pure gold! I bet with those eyes and that thick auburn hair he'll be the local stud of his future high school!"

"I suppose so Doreen," the woman called Julie said with a laugh that sounded like water flowing down a stream. "His brother and sisters are quite pleased with little Ryon. They like to call him Fresno though…because of where he was born, on vacation no less! Diego calls him our little "Fresno baby" and Coran and Mae picked it up immediately! But, anyway, I was wondering if you still had a volunteer position here available, I'd love to help out the children here, after all, my father is a Meta."

"Of course honey," Doreen answered enthusiastically, her little head bopping up and down in excitement. "I'd love it if you worked here Julie! We should go and speak with Mark right away and get you all set dear!"

She saw Julie smile a glorious smile and start to follow Doreen out to go and speak with Mark Johnson, the man who was in charge of hiring volunteers at the center. She felt a small pang of jealously as she looked at the little squirming bundle being held lovingly in his mother's arms before suppressing the feeling and beginning to walk out as well to meet her officer. She was nearly to the door when she was stopped by the kind voice of the woman called Julie.

"Hello there, sorry I didn't say it back in the other room. Doreen tells me you volunteer here for your community service and I think that's just wonderful. I'm looking forward to working with you here…my name is Julie Prisai and this is my little Ryon, our newest addition."

The woman Julie gazed down with love at her little one and she got her first good look at the baby. He was a handsome little thing, a tuft of deep red hair on his crown and a healthy golden complexion. It was his eyes that drew her gaze, they were the deepest gold on gold color she ad ever seen. She looked back up to see Julie gazing at her, wanting to know her name as well.

Panic flooded through her then, the indecision of whether she should lie or not filling her. She normally did not lie about who she was, something that caused many of the other volunteers to avoid her completely, but she did not know if she had the strength to do so with this woman yet. She knew her name all too well…Prisai…two little terrified children crept into her vision, their gold-flecked eyes wide with fear when a black-haired hero sacrificed himself for their lives; lives that she had ransomed. And now, here was their mother, with the most beautiful baby she had ever seen and she was offering her friendship. She wasn't worthy to lie to this woman…she had to accept the punishment she had earned, so she took a deep breath and took the plunge.

"My name is Vanessa Bowman…but I used to go by Viper."

The silence was almost too much for Vanessa to bear, the other woman's eyes going wide and staring at her. The burning shame flooded her face and she felt the pinpricks of tears that she usually only shed at night forming at the corners of her yellow eyes. She mumbled a quick "I'm so sorry" before starting to hurry away, not able to stand the stare any longer. She was almost to the door when the soft voice called out again, freezing her in her tracks.

"Vanessa," Julie said in a quiet voice, her eyes now filled with both understanding and forgiveness. "I thought that was who you were. I just wanted to tell you that while I am aware of the atrocious deeds you have committed on others, my own family included, I truly respect what you have chosen to do with your life now. I came here to not really ask for a job, my primary goal was to seek you out…I just wanted to say that I forgive you for what you almost did to my family, and I hope you one day will be able to forgive yourself."

"Why…why are you…"Vanessa trailed off, not sure why this woman would want to forgive someone like her. She looked on helplessly as Julie Prisai gathered up her coat with her free hand, cooing to her squealing baby boy. "I don't deserve this."

"Perhaps not," Julie said kindly as she made her way out of the center, casting one final look at the petite girl. "But it does not mean that one day you won't. And I for one, do not want to see this world plunged into darkness."

With that last mysterious statement, Julie Prisai and her little "Fresno" were gone from her sight, leaving a very confused Vanessa Bowman staring after them even as her officer cam to take her back to the prison. She allowed a small, truly happy smile as she climbed into the barricaded transport, hoping to see that little baby boy again…hoping to feel that warmth again, even if it wasn't for her, it was nice to know that it existed.

"Maybe I really do have a purpose," she murmured to herself as she watched the sun set. "Maybe I really do."

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Raven phased through several rooms to get where she was headed, the medical wing to make sure Starfire was indeed all right. It wasn't exactly ethical, and it was a bit too sneaky (well, like Beastboy really) for her tastes, but she saw no other avenue presenting itself. So there she was, crouching down behind a large machine of some kind, Cyborg had random contraptions strewn about the floor on this level it seemed, and waiting for whoever was passing by to hurry up and do so. That didn't exactly work out as planned.

"Raven?" a soft, but slightly amused voice asked the hidden woman, causing the purple-haired goth to jump in surprise. "Raven what are you doing? Don't tell me you're playing hide-and-seek with Beastboy to help calm nerves!"

"Hello Lily," Raven said emotionlessly as she rose from her crouched hiding spot, giving the lilac-eyed woman a look of annoyance with her comment. "I was just passing through…hoping to make sure Starfire's not dead and all. I can't take Robin's incessant pacing anymore, so I left to see if she was all right, and since we obviously aren't allowed to see her…at all...I decided to 'snoop' a bit."

"Yeah I know," Lily said with a half-hearted smile, her face failing to conceal the worry in her eyes. "The Tamaranean physicians don't want anyone helping unless they are highly qualified…they allow me only because I've helped with births before when I lived in Ireland. That and I do have healing powers, I mean I know you do too, but they thought it best for someone who uses them more frequently would be greater help. But, don't worry, she's all right."

"Then why do you still look worried?" Raven asked pointedly, her hips now cocked to the side and an eyebrow raised.

"Because the physicians are concerned about the children's genetic structure and their affect on Star's immune system," Lily answered in a scientific manner. "Apparently, twins in Tamaranean culture are extremely rare and often can cause complications due to the female reproductive system. Star's uterus is significantly smaller than yours or mine, and children in her culture are born sporadically, she told me her mother was a local hero because she had three living children. The physicians are worried about that in addition to the fact that the twins are hybrids, made up of a fuse of two completely genetic codes. Star is in a lot of pain…and she didn't even dilate the proper width until a little bit ago...I left about an hour ago, just to clear my head."

Raven stared back, accepting this answer in a stoic manner to not distress the brown-haired girl anymore than she already was. The two women stood in silence, letting the cold possibilities of what could happen sink in for a moment, before Raven broke it with a determined statement. "Starfire is a strong woman…she can brave through a difficult birth. She won't let something like this beat her without a fight."

Lily started to nod when Torga came out of the medical room down the hall and motioned for Lily to come back. She did so, with Raven hot on her heels, and when she came in, she heard the squalling of a newborn child. Mabel was wiping down a red and placenta covered child while Torga positioned herself between a sweaty and exhausted looking Starfire's legs to prepare for the next child.

"She has birthed a healthy and strong female," Torga said as Lily came to stand beside Starfire's bed-side. "Now the male comes…why have you brought another of the Titans here Leely?"

Raven was about to retort an aggravated answer to the wizened old healer when Starfire's tired voice spoke up for her. "I would like it if friend Raven stayed here by my side Torga," the red-head said as she lifted her head and winced slightly at what might have been a contraction. "It would be most helpful for me to feel some of her strength."

Torga gave a nod of approval at her princess and Raven walked over to stand next to Starfire's head. The pale woman's hand wrapped around the alien's, and Raven gave her friend a rare smile as she felt Starfire squeeze her hand as another contraction passed over her, the gothic beauty sending her healing energy to soothe away the pain. Raven did not know how long they stayed as thus, only noting the time intervals at which Starfire would grip her hand in her atypical bone-crushing manner and how the time between was decreasing. Even as Starfire gave a slight moan and Lily encouraged her to try and push, Raven was distracted from it all by the strange foreboding she felt creeping into her subconscious.

In what seemed like forever and a second, Starfire relaxed back down, and her grip lessened, pulling Raven's attention to another squalling new born. He was as messy looking as his twin sister, and she couldn't help but smile, the feeling of uneasiness gone and forgotten in an instant. As Mabel cleaned the newest life, Torga helped clean up Starfire, speaking with Lily in a hushed tone that the exhausted Starfire could not hear, but one Raven could pick up instantly.

"The second child was more difficult than the first," Torga commented sadly to Lily. "If she had not had that one maybe--"

"What?" Lily asked in a terrified voice. "Is she okay? Don't tell me that she's…that she's--"

"No no," Torga said quickly, sensing what Lily was trying to say and squashing that in an instant. "But she has damaged herself. There will be consequences for this, mark what I say human, and they will make themselves more apparent after time I surmise. The two births and the differences in genetics have disrupted her own chemical signals, particularly her immune system…she might be at risk in the future. But she knew the risks, she decided to keep the children, so she must live with her decision…even if it takes her life."

Raven looked up at Lily, both women's eyes now full of worry for their sleeping companion, and she gave a nod, deciding to keep this information private between them and Starfire until she choose to divulge what problems she might have. Either way, it probably meant she would no longer be able to fight crime, no longer be able to be a Teen Titan in action. Raven looked over to wear Mabel was now, carrying two clean and pink-faced newborn children over to their mother.

Raven gently shook Starfire awake and whispered, "Star, some little ones want to say hello to you."

Starfire smiled and gladly, albeit tiredly, took her two children in her arms from Mabel, letting a single, beautiful tear slide down her face as she gazed down at her children. "Can someone please retrieve Robin for me," she asked softly as she gazed into her children's wide open and beautiful eyes. Be fore lily could even open the door, Robin was inside, answering a summon Raven had sent him earlier, a memorable look on his face as he hurried over to Starfire's side. Raven and Lily joined the other Titans now mulling around the door to give the two new parents some room alone.

Starfire looked up at Robin, a huge grin plastered across her face as he looked down at his two children. Robin marveled at the pink skin he knew would become a pale color just like his instead of their mother's deep orange tan. He ran a shaky hand over both their crowns, feeling the soft, midnight-black hair underneath his fingers, and his eyes locked on with theirs.

"Star," he choked out in an amazed voice as an open sapphire and emerald pair of eyes gazed back at him. "Their eyes are open…their eyes aren't supposed to open yet."

"Tamaraneans open their eyes quickly after birth Robin," Starfire answered with a gentle chuckle. "Remember when I said to Raven how even newborn on my planet could experience the joy of flight? Well, how are we to fly if we cannot see where we are going?"

Robin simply smiled at her and the two parents were frozen as they watched their son and daughter squirm and make inarticulate noises. Starfire blew on a lock of Robin's dark hair to gain his attention before she asked him, "Have you decided on the human names of our children yet? I believe it is your custom to name at birth…if you are not ready we can--"

"No Star," Robin interrupted as he looked into her green eyes, eyes she had passed onto their son. "I know now that I'm looking at them. Our little blue-eyed girl is Lisane, and this handsome green-eyed boy is…is James. Do you like them?"

She smiled, leaned over to kiss his cheek and answered, "I love them Robin… they are wondrous names for our children. I will reveal what mine after I have a better idea of how they act…perhaps a few months or so."

That sounded perfect to Robin and he gave her another small kiss before turning back to the Titans to introduce the two newest additions to the Tower. The girl portion all crowded around Starfire while the male part all swarmed Robin, patting his back and rubbing his hair against his head.

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The first few months of parenthood were hard as usual for all parents, especially for the young ones who happen to fight crime on a daily basis. Luckily for our heroes, Cyborg adopted the leader mantle and forbade both Starfire and Robin from fighting anyone but their own rambunctious children. The two adapted to their new jobs marvelously though, and things to calm down after five months or so.

True to her word Lisane was able to float and fly a little bit whenever she was truly happy, something James did not seem to inherit. Instead, he nearly broke every toy he owned before Starfire realized her little boy had inherited her great strength and she gave him some of the specially made toys from Galfore to play with. And it was on their sixth month birthday that Starfire had finally decided on their Tamaranean names.

"Friends," Starfire shouted out as she held Lisane in her arms, Robin held James in his, and the other Titans dished out cake to celebrate the occasion. "I would like to announce something that is very important in my culture. I would like to announce that I have decided on the traditional Tamaranean names for the twins!"

She waited for the other Titans to stop their cheers, or for Cyborg and Beastboy to anyway, before she continued. "I will start with James because he was the easiest. Our little boy is incredibly rambunctious and always seems to be getting into trouble, especially when it comes to the video game system! On my planet, there is a word that James seems to exemplify…tyr'e which means 'little fire.' So, I have named him Tyr'andr…Spitfire."

She was met with instant approval, especially from a still sour Beastboy because of the incident when James had demolished the new Playstation III he received for his Eighteenth birthday. She smiled and waited for them to quiet down before she continued.

"Now, Lisane was much more difficult to name because she is so very quiet. It was not until I noticed how beautifully deep blue hers were that I knew exactly what her name should be. Blue eyes are not common on Tamaran, in fact, I can think of no one who has them. So, I have decided to name her thus, Bry'andr…Bluefire."

The cheers went up again, from all except Robin and Ahren, both men's eyes widening as a song and picture came rushing back into their visions.

" A Atar e thonetiel

silivren penna le miriel

o menal aglar elenath

Na-Chaereds pelaen direail.

Fain galan de remmin lais

O Linnathon le Ennorath?

Nef Aear, Ciare, si nef siadea

Medai jan nofa, es chaeris."

" Bright Silverlarks and Golden Child

Whisked away upon the Dawn.

Of Kind and Mercy Mild

To Stay the Evil's Spawn.

Yet is this child of who I sing,

Of both Darkness and the Light?

He is the Seeker, Searcher, and will bring

Us to that Morning bright."

Robin's eyes retracted back as he saw the beautiful girl from the trauma induced dream he had all that time ago. He smiled at Starfire, letting her know he approved of the name and looked away from his son in his arms to look at his baby girl in the alien's arms. "It was you uh Lisane. All that time it was you…"

Ahren slunk away from the crowd, his breath catching in his throat. He had hoped against hope that because Starfire was having twins, little Lisane would not be that girl he had seen…but Starfire's declaration of her name had just confirmed his vision to be true. "I wished the pain I saw you go through wouldn't be true Lisane," he whispered to no one but himself as he turned to leave the room. "I had really hoped it wasn't you."

"Are you ready?"

"I am called Bry'andr…"

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A/N: Wow…I had hoped this would be shorter, but again I have proved to myself I cannot do such a thing. I left SOOOOO many clues in this chapter, I even sorta surprised myself. I bet some of you will be able to see where I'm going with this now, but I'm not saying nothing!

Oh, on my Profile page, I finally have decided the titles for the trilogy that comes after this arc…check it out if you wanna!

Viper's back! Well, not really, but she is still one of my main characters so don't expect her to go anywhere anytime soon. Remember, I LOVE reviews…they help me write faster honestly. Tell me what you think! Until next time!

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