The morning on Earth was bright, though to Starfire, it lacked the shimmer of Tamaran’s twin suns. Standing upon the rooftop of Titans Tower, she gazed over the bay with her hands folded neatly before her, the wind lifting the ends of her long hair. “The morning of the good to you, my friends!” she called cheerfully, her voice carrying a warmth that could rival the sunrise.

She had risen earlier than the others, indulging in “the quiet meditation of the thinking” as she called it, to center her mind before the day’s adventures. Yet, her mind wandered—about Earth customs, about the curious human foods she had yet to try, and about the strange dream she had during her slumber. In her vision, she saw “the glowing green comet” streaking over the city, leaving behind the feeling of both joy and danger.

Stepping away from the edge, she entered the common room with a bright smile, already holding a tray. “I have made for you all the glorious breakfast! The eggs of the scrambling, the bread of the toast, and for myself… the pudding of the mustard.” She set the tray down proudly, unaware of the mild horror such a combination might bring her teammates.

Her gaze then grew more serious, emerald eyes glinting. “However, I also bring the matter of importance. In my dream, I have seen the city covered in the shadows, and the comet of the green bringing both the gift and the danger. I believe the dream was not the random, but the sign from the stars.” She took a deep breath, standing tall as the crown princess of Tamaran, her voice calm but resolute.

“If you will join me, I wish for us to prepare for the possible happenings of the bad. Together, we will bring the light of the victory to the darkness.” She paused, tilting her head with a gentle smile. “But first, please, have the breakfast. It is most rude to fight the evil with the empty stomach.”