I awoke to find myself on Kalder’s chest. I looked over at the dance floor/lounge and realized all the kids were crashed on the floor. I looked at Kalder and realized he had sauce on his cheek. I rubbed it off, then wondered what happened last night and why I was sleeping with Kalder’s arm around my waist. I lightly removed his arm and meditated, trying to remember. We danced, I sung a duet with him, we got Wally and Artemis to kiss, we slow danced, finally, before the dance was over I kissed Kalder and walked off. I smiled slightly, then laid my head over his heart. I recoiled in shock when I couldn’t feel his heart beat. I grabbed Artemis’ sash and put it over his mouth checking for breath. Nothing. I got worried and tried to wake him. He wouldn’t wake up. I tried to wake Artemis up. She wouldn’t wake either.
Wally: no
Robin: no
Robin’s date: no
Super Boy: no
Megan: no
Green Arrow: no
Black Canary: no
I heard something move behind me. I pulled my fans out from under the longer part of my skirt, opened them, then whipped around. I saw something that changed: Kalder had a cut on his face. I ran over, whipping the blood off with a part of my skirt I ripped off. His cut was shaped almost like a word. I heard a crack from behind me and saw that everyone had a cut, each one was a different looking word shape. I lined them up so it formed a sentence. It was in Spanish. It would say this in a direct translation: your bearers are near, my moon beam. Have power for what is to come, or you will decease.
“W-who are you?” I asked. On the wall in pen, it wrote: master.
“Master Grayson? Is that you? Would you like me to give a message to your son? Wait, if you’re a ghost, why can you hurt people?” I asked. Underneath the word master it said: yes, yes, no and I’m not. Its ketchup and red marker.
“Why are they not breathing, and they’re hearts aren’t beating?” I demanded. Because this is a dream. Did you really think this was real?
“Well, yeah, kind of” I said “If this a dream, show your self”. A ghostly image a young woman appeared. It was Master Grayson. I bowed.
“You told me my bearers were near. But they died when I was three.” I said
‘Those were not your real parents. You real parents are still alive. Night, your parents are Black Canary and Green Arrow.’ She didn’t so much as speak, but her voice whispered in my mind.