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[indent][indent]He dreams of the Wizard.

[i]“The end is near, William.”[/i]

They are in the Wizard’s place. The eternal rock. Carved into stone by ancient hands, given shape through the sacrifice of words, of vision, of knowledge. The power of a thousand cosmic mysteries runs through here. It vibrates through this ancient realm, strengthened by the carvings on its walls; these runes which hold such meaning, such significance, that they have come to hold a power of their own. Billy feels it. He can feel it all. It courses through him, makes its home inside him, and he knows that even here, in his dream, he is mighty.

[b][color=f7d65f]“The end?”[/color][/b] he asks, [b][color=f7d65f]“The end of what?”[/color][/b]

An eye stares at him unblinkingly. It has seen many things, over many years. It is scared.

[i]“The Superman is dead. The end of his life heralds the end of many more.”[/i]

[b][color=f7d65f]“I don’t… I don’t understand.”[/color][/b]

[i]“There will be fire, William. And it will consume everything. The gods of the modern world will perish.”[/i]

[b][color=f7d65f]“C’mon, Wizard – ”[/color][/b]

[i]“Fate has spoken. There is nothing I can do. There is nothing [b]you[/b] can do.

[b]Twilight is upon us.”[/b][/i]

Lightning flashes. Thunder roars.

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The excitement in his belly reminded him of the first time he flew. Ten years old, endowed with the power of legends and gods, scared out of his mind yet unbelievably happy. He hadn’t known whether to sing or scream, soaring above the Fawcett City skyline, so he belted out such an unholy marriage of the two that even the crows were angry. But he didn’t care. He was ten years old and he was [i]flying[/i], and even though Uncle Eben took away Billy’s home and his inheritance, he couldn’t take [i]this[/i] away, this freedom was [i]his[/i], and now –

– and now he was a Teen Titan, and once again, he didn’t know whether to sing or to scream. The entire elevator ride up to the roof was spent trying to hold it in so the crows – and the Ravens – wouldn’t get mad at him. Not again. His costume could repair itself upon each transformation no matter the tear, but bird poo… it [i]lingers[/i]. 

Billy shuddered. 

Truth was, he was kinda hesitant to accept Nightwing’s offer. It was an honour, for sure, but leaving Fawcett City made him a little uneasy. Mary and Freddie could handle small-fry like Arson Fiend or King Kull, no problem – but what if Sivana tried to orchestrate another one of his twisted plans? What if Black Adam attacked, in all his fury? What’s to stop them from tearing the city apart, and subjecting Mary and Freddie to the most horrible fates imaginable?

When it came down to it, he just had to trust that his sister and friend had it covered, finding solace in knowing that they’re both capable heroes in their own right...

… and also hope that the Titans would be able to come to their aid should Adam or Sivana ever show their ugly, hateable mugs. 

When the elevator doors slid open, Billy stepped out, his excitement showing in a bright, toothy smile. He recognised Nightwing and Arsenal even without their masks, and he’d know Starfire anywhere. The new faces looked cool, too. He was willing to bet that every single one of them was League material.

Eager to meet everyone, he strolled over to a green-skinned boy (could he even call him that?) who looked around the same age as Billy, standing around all alone and stuff. 

[b][color=f7d65f]“Hey!”[/color][/b] he said, extending his hand eagerly. [b][color=f7d65f]“I’m Billy. Great to meet you. What a team, huh?”[/color][/b]

Overcome with the sheer coolness of the situation, he could almost forget about the Wizard and his ominous message.  

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