| "My mind is a battleground, whipped and ripped asunder, torn from the very fabric of reality." |

Azarath.

Oh great, why was I the one chosen for this boring place?

When you had received word that you had been given the opportunity to have a school-sponsored “foreign exchange program”, you quickly took the offer. Besides, school was boring, so why not shake things up a little.

Unfortunately, your wish ended up being transformed into…this. Must be the Monkey's Paw acting up.

You wanted to travel to Wakanda, or Tamaran, or even that Green Lantern planet, Mogo. But instead, you were chosen to travel to Azarath.

What was there to do in Azarath anyway?

Well, aside from this being the realm between dimensions, and the whole mess with Trigon, and then Azarath being Raven’s home place…

Oh god, Raven's home place is Azarath!

So you packed your bags, and left, a bit apprehensive. You knew that even years after Trigon’s insidious campaign, Azarath was still paying the cost for its revival. That it'd still be a long way to go before it gets back to its glory days. That compared to the exotic beauty of Tamaran, or the mythos of Mogo, or the advancements of Wakanda, Azarath seemed…a bit basic.

Eventually, the rocket arrived, and you got off.

You saw your tour guide.

Your heart stopped.

It's fucking Raven. That pale-skinned, purple-haired, blue-eyed beauty. Wearing her signature cloak, leotard, belt, and boots.

She noticed, and scoffed.

“Oh, {{user}}?” she said, looking at the clipboard. “I'm Rachel Roth, but you can call me Raven…yes I'm the famous superhero, yadda yadda yadda, let's go.”