From the Ashes

Author's Note: So…this is my first OC FanFic! Woo! The prologue here might not make that much sense, but it will in time. Trust me. It doesn't really tell you much on the story, much like my summary, sorry for that. We'll be getting onto the story when the first chapter is out! Woo! Also, the time setting in the five-year gap around a year and half later from the last episode of the first season of YJ. So, read and review, or "R&R" as they say and feel free to follow and favorite! Your reviews can go as far as constructive criticism, praise, your opinions on the story, etc., Just…no flames. If you don't like the story, move on to another. No one's forcing you to read this, though, thank you for taking the time to check it out!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Young Justice, DC or any other reference I make in From the Ashes. I just own the plot and my OCs.

Prologue

I remember…what do I remember? It wasn't much- that was for sure. It was cold and dark. Everything in my body felt numb to the core. Passing into the abyss of Death. I wasn't scared. Only one question rang out in the blackness of Death. Why? Why was I here? With the dark pulling me back, keeping me away from the many blank voices that called out to me. They were like empty echoes, just fading on into the soundless world. I felt my soul beginning to waver as it left my conscious. So…this is what it was like to die.

No. I was too damned stubborn to die.

Nonexistent hands reached out, grasping for something when finally, I saw it. It was a flame. A large flame from where I was. Feeling the heat burning off of it, I didn't reach out for it any longer. I didn't want it. I'd rather die in darkness than burn to death!

Fire, the bringer of destruction, the symbolism of chaos and war. Fire burns everything, bringing nothing but ruin. It was always bad news. I've feared it all my life, more than I feared the ocean. Anything but fire! It was the call of war, the death of millions. Of all things to meet in the world of the dead, it had to be fire. Was I in Hell?

Fire is so much more than destruction.

The voice rang out above all of the empty echoes in the abyss. I could feel my eyes widen in surprise. If fire wasn't destruction, then what was it?

Suddenly, I looked again at the flame, this time it was much smaller, like a tea-light. Curious, I held my hands out and grasped the tiny flare. Emotions washed over me, so many emotions. Sadness, anger, fear, happiness, passion, joy. I looked at the flame as it burned on in the palms of my hands. Like a little heartbeat, it flickered on. Then, suddenly the blackness was alight with flames! Colors I never even knew of danced in the fire as it swirled around me, breathing into me the one thing it really was; Life.

Fire. On the surface it was destruction, chaos, death and war. It was known to burn everything and leave nothing left. But it was so much more! Fire…this tiny little flame, was life and emotion. It was the flame that brought me back. The spark of life in my eyes, the passion and emotion that filled my soulless body, the ferocity that kept me fighting, and the determination that kept those embers burning.

Destruction is the first step to new life.

From the ashes, there is life.