Yay! Sequel! The fanfiction-writer's form of denial! Please follow, favorite, and review! Have a lovely week!
Please know that I love you my dear-I can't bear to leave you alone. Please know that I miss you my dear-but I can no longer stay in our home. Please know that I pray for you my dear-and I'd hate to see you cry. Please know I'll never really leave you my dear-for death is not always goodbye.
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"Jason!" Michelangelo frowned and looked around the vast number of bookshelves, "Jason!"
"Have you found him?" Kala ran up the stairway to him.
"No."
"Where the hell is he?!"
Mikey set a hand on her shoulder, "Calm down babe-where could he have gone?"
"What if he walked outside?" Kala's eyes opened wide.
"Venus guards the door-you know this."
"He's tiny-what if he slipped by her?"
"Jason is not wandering around South America."
"How do you know?"
"It's common knowledge."
"And if he is out there?"
Mikey sighed, "Then I'll traverse through the jungle looking for him-but before that happens-let's rule the library out."
"Okay," Kala gulped, "Well then where could he be?"
"Have you checked the orb room?" Mikey looked down at her.
"Of course I checked the orb room!"
"What about the throne room?"
"N-No…"
Mikey spun around and ran off, "Why didn't you check the throne?"
"I didn't think of it!"
They both skidded in front of the tunnel and ran into the orb room, bumping into a large figure.
"What's wrong Michelangelo?" E'ro'chk looked down at him.
"We can't find Jason," Kala gasped and side-stepped by her, "I have to find him!"
"We're checking the throne room," Mikey rolled his eyes and followed Kala through the door to the palace.
"Jason!" Kala ran across the room and down the stairs to the bottom floor, "Jason!"
"I'm over here mom," An exasperated voice came from below.
Kala gasped as she ran over to the little boy and lifted him off the floor.
"What are you doing down here Jason?"
"Playing with Beo," He whinned.
Michelangelo sighed and looked past the little boy and over at the girl kneeling on the floor.
"How many times has she asked you to call her by her full name?" Kala scolded.
"Beo sounds cooler."
Mikey walked over to the girl and sat down beside her, "Are you okay Beomia?"
She looked up and nodded slowly, her golden eyes contrasting against her teal skin.
Raphael ran down the steps and skidded to a stop beside Mikey, "What's wrong? I heard screaming."
"We couldn't find Jason," Kala sighed, "He was down here playing with Beomia."
Raph walked over to the girl and brushed a white lock of hair behind her ear, "Oh, okay."
"But I want to play with her," Jason whinned.
"Jason, she doesn't-"
"-No, it's a good idea," Raphael assured and turned to her, "Do you mind of Jason plays with you Flower?"
A small whine escaped her lips, "I told you not to call me that dad."
He chuckled, "I know. Is it okay if Jason plays with you?"
She frowned, "If he stays around, the statues don't come out."
Jason sighed, he could barely hear her-she always spoke in a whisper, "Beo-statues can't move. What are you, crazy?"
Beomia glared, "You only say that because you've never seen them."
"Ya-and if I haven't seen them, then obviously they don't exist."
"They just never move when you're down here."
"Well how come?"
"They don't like you," Beomia stuck her tongue out at him and turned back to Raphael.
"Sweetheart, what if you just played with Jason for half an hour? When that's over, you can go back to playing with the statues."
"We don't play-we talk."
"Do you get the point though?"
She nodded, "Thirty minutes."
"Good. Thank you."
"Hey, daddy?"
"Yes?"
"One of the statues said that mommy did something bad for me."
Raphael froze, "What? Why would they say that?"
She shrugged.
"Well that's not at all true. Your mommy loves you and she only does good things for you."
Beomia nodded and watched as Kala let go of Jason and he leapt over to the white-haired girl. He plopped down in front of her and smiled.
"What are you playing?"
Raphael smirked as she answered-clearly disinterested-and he walked away with the others following.
"You didn't have to make her play with him," Kala assured, "He's six; he's old enough to realize she doesn't want to."
"It's good for her," Raphael waved her off, "She needs to learn how to make friends with something other than the statues and Klunk."
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Jason smirked at the tiny doll that Beomia held in her hands, "What's its name?"
"It's a her," The girl said quietly, "Her name is Phoebe."
"Cool," He smiled and looked at the stone mutants lining the walls, "Can you introduce me to the statues?"
"No."
"Why not?" He whinned.
"I told you, they don't like you. They say you're too loud," The platinum-haired girl whispered.
"How do they know? They've never met me."
"Yes they have. They're watching you right now."
Jason gawked at Beomia for a moment before storming up to the closest statue.
"I am not loud!" He screamed.
The teal-skinned girl rolled her eyes, "Great job being convincing."
He frowned and walked back to her, laying on his stomach beside her and letting out a loud huff.
"I'm bored."
"So?"
"So let's go do something fun!"
Beomia paused, "Like what?"
"Like...like ride Chompy into heaven!"
"We aren't allowed to go over there."
"So?" Jason winked.
"No."
He huffed and dragged his turquoise hands over his face, "You're so lame."
"You wanted to play with me."
"I thought you'd be cooler."
"It's not a matter of coolness, you're just too immature to play with."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm bigger and play more mature games."
"You're only four years older than me!"
"The point still stands."
Jason groaned and rolled onto his back, "I don't like you."
"The feeling is mutual."
Jason frowned, "You know we're cousins right?"
"Unfortunately yes."
"You're supposed to like your cousin."
Beomia rolled her eyes, "You just said you didn't like me."
"Ya well...it was a figure of speech."
The platinum-haired girl shook her head, "That's not what that means."
"Come on Beo-let's go exploring!"
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?!"
"What's wrong with Beo?"
"It's a boy's name."
"So?"
Beomia groaned and stood up, "If I find you something to do will you at least try to be less annoying?"
Jason nodded wildly and leapt up to his feet, "What are we doing?"
"Uh…" Beomia frowned and thought for a moment before walking over to the abandoned throne at the end of the hall and picking up a large pile of rope, "Let me show you something I do for fun."
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Beomia tied the rope around the pole ten times for good measure, hooking the basket onto the line and turning to Jason.
"Set the books in it."
He did, and she pointed down to the other side of the rope, which was wrapped around another pole about seven floors down. It seemed to stretch for a good mile before stopping down below.
"Alright. Ready?"
He nodded feverishly.
"Go!"
She let go of the basket and the books sped off down the zipline, and they watched it until it reached the other end.
"Cool!"
Beomia smirked slightly as she headed to the stairs, "We have to go get it though."
"Wait, wait!" Jason gasped and ran off, "I'll be right back."
He didn't return for another ten minutes, but when he did, he had enlisted one of the library-workers to carry a giant basket with him. The large bird-like man set it down and walked off, leaving Jason to turn excitedly to Beomia.
"What's this for?"
"Hook it up!"
She sighed and did so, wrapping it even more to account for it and its cargo's supposed weight.
"What are we putting in it?" The golden-eyed girl frowned.
"Us!"
"No, no, no, no. That is incredibly dangerous."
"Come on! It'll be fun!"
"We could die."
"We won't die," Jason rolled his eyes.
Beomia frowned and pointed to the books scattered around on the floor below them where the track ended.
"We'll hold on!"
"Jason, the answer is no."
He waited for her to turn and start to untie the rope, and leapt into the basket.
"Jason! Get out!"
He pulled her in as she reached for him and slowly pushed the basket off of the edge of the floor, "Geronimo!"
Beomia gasped as they tipped over the side and started speeding down the rope.
"Woo!" Jason raised his hands in the air, "This. Is. Awesome!"
Beomia gripped on for her life as wind whipped her hair around her face and the basket swerved between bookshelves. Once she adjusted, she giggled and started to let go.
"I'm flying!" She gasped and reached her arms out to her sides, letting the air blow around her arms, "Jason this is great!"
He giggled as they whizzed past library-workers. Some of them seemed slightly irritated, others disinterested, and a few looked pleased that the kids were having fun.
"We're going so fast!"
"Jason, watch this!"
Beomia leapt out of the basket and wrapped her athletic tape-covered hands around the rope, hanging from the zip line in front of Jason.
"We're reaching the end of the track!" He pointed and Beomia nodded, kicking her feet out in front of her to brace herself against the side of a bookshelf.
She tumbled to the side and landed on the floor with a thud as the basket hit the shelf as well and Jason clobbered out.
Beomia looked up at him and gasped, "Let's do that again!"
He giggled, "You're on!"
The sound of footsteps approaching snapped them out of their daze as Mikey, Kala, and Raphael ran over to them.
"Are you alright? What happened?" Kala gasped and snatched Jason into her arms.
"We went down the zipline!" Jason giggled.
Mikey laughed, "You should have asked for parental supervision, little man."
"Maybe leave it to one floor for now, alright?" Kala chuckled and set him down.
Raphael pulled Beomia to her feet and looked at her taped hands, gasping at the brown streak that stretched along her palms from rope burn.
"What was that?"
"I-I-It was amazing daddy!" She threw her hands into the air, "It was like I was flying!"
"Don't you ever do that again!"
"But dad, it was so much fun!"
Raphael grabbed her hands and pointed to her palms, "Look what it did!"
"It's just the tape dad!"
"And what if something happened, huh?"
"I-"
"-You weren't thinking! You're grounded, you hear me? Grounded!"
Beomia frowned, "But dad-"
"No buts, go back to the throne room. Play with your dumb doll or something," He growled and began to walk away, turning to look at Michelangelo, "Keep your goddamn kid under control."
Beomia felt a tear slip down her teal cheek as she ran past Jason and towards the throne room.
"Beo," He reached a hand out to comfort her but she shoved it away.
"Leave me alone!"
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"Geeze Raph, that's pretty harsh," Donatello frowned.
"No it ain't! She freaking ziplined down seven floors Don!"
"Ya, but you insulted Phoebe and basically told Mikey and Kala that they suck at parenting."
"Please, Beomia can survive me calling her doll dumb."
"Raph, that's the only thing she owns. I've talked to her about it before-it's her best friend."
"That's ridiculous!"
"Is it? Because the only person here that she can really play with is Jason. Most of the time you don't let them play together, and then when you do you yell at them whenever they have fun."
"I'm fine with them having fun-just not being dangerous to do it!"
Donatello gave him a deadpan look, "It's a six year old and a ten year old Raph; be lucky they haven't blown anything up yet."
Raphael sighed, "She's so immature."
"Raph, she's a ten year old who acts like she has the soul of a sixty year old wise man. I've never seen any kid so mature for their age! You never let her out of the throne room, and when you do let her out you scold her!"
"How do you know so much about kids if you don't have them?" Raphael mocked.
Donatello frowned, "That's below the belt Raph. Alopex and I can never have children-I get that-but I sure as hell wouldn't treat them as bad as you treat Beomia."
"I don't treat her bad."
"You insulted her and she ran away crying!"
Raphael groaned and leaned back against the wall, covering his face with his hands, "You take care of her then."
Donatello sighed and rested a hand on his brother's shoulder, "Raph-you are a great dad. You've done an excellent job raising Beomia. It's just-you need to stop micromanaging her. Let her have some fun-take some risks."
The red-clad turtle sighed, "I'm just so scared-if she got hurt...Donnie, I can't lose her too."
"And you won't," Donatello assured, "as long as you start changing now. But if you keep acting like this she's going to start to hate you."
Raphael stood, "I'm going to go talk to her."
"Sounds good."
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"He called Phoebe stupid," Beomia cried.
The amber statue growled, "Let me at him-I'll rip his head off."
The opal one rolled her eyes, "Armaggon, we are not killing Raphael."
"And why not? Nobody makes Beomia cry and gets away with it."
Ninjara sighed and shook her head at him before looking down at the little girl and scooping her-along with her doll-into her arms.
"Your father loves you so much sweetheart."
"He does?"
Ninjara felt a twinge of pain in her chest, "Of course!"
"But he always yells at me."
"That's because he loves you."
"I don't get it."
"You will when you're older."
Armaggon heard footsteps and turned to see Raphael walking towards them. He crossed his arms and stepped in front of the hotheaded turtle.
"And what do you think you're doing here?"
"Talking to my kid."
"I don't think she wants to talk to you right now."
"Armaggon, I don't care if you're made of stone-I will kick your ass."
"Is that a threat?" The amber statue towered over the turtle.
"Armaggon move," Ninjara growled, "Will you get over yourself already?"
"It's not my fault that Pretty-Boy is on his period," The shark mutant chuckled and side-stepped, letting Raphael pass.
"I'm not kidding Armaggon, if you don't shut up I'm going to-"
"Raphael!" Ninjara turned to him and glared before looking down at the girl in her arms, "You are not helping."
The red-clad turtle walked over to her and lifted his daughter out of her crystal arms, "Thank you."
She nodded, "We will leave you two alone."
Ninjara strode over Armaggon, who smirked down at Raphael.
"Looks like Pretty-Boy's pretending to be a father again."
"Armaggon?"
"Ya?"
"Unlike Raphael, I will kick your ass."
"Fair enough."
Raphael watched as they walked up the stairs and he sat down, setting Beomia in his lap.
"Beomia?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you, you know."
"Hmm."
"I'm sorry that I yelled at you."
"Mhm."
He rested a hand on her forehead, "I know I'm no fun, and I'm over protective. I'm sorry that I was mean to Phoebe."
"It's okay dad-I know it's not your fault."
"Really?"
"Ya-Armaggon told me so."
"He did?"
"Yep."
"What did he say?" Raphael grinned, inwardly laughing that the stone statue secretly had a soft side.
"He said it was because you were on your period."
Raphael's grin faded, "Oh really?"
She nodded, "He says it a lot."
Raphael rolled his eyes, "Well I'm not on my period-trust me-I'm just protective because...because I don't want you to get hurt."
"Like mommy did?"
His eyes widened and he looked down at her, "What? Mommy didn't get hurt! How do you know that?"
"Ninjara told me."
Raphael sighed, "Can't leave you alone for two seconds with those two, can I?"
"Please don't take them away," Beomia gasped, "I love them."
Raphael chuckled, "I'm not going to take them away. Though you might find a new crack in Armaggon's-"
"-Dad!"
"What?"
"You're so gross," Beomia laughed and looked down at Phoebe, "Is my doll really dumb?"
"No! Of course not!" He took Phoebe and snuggled it into Beomia's chest, "She's obviously the coolest toy ever."
Raphael saw a sad look flash over his daughter's face and he frowned, "What's wrong Flower?"
"Am I really not allowed to play with Jason any more?"
"When did I say you couldn't play with Jason?"
"You didn't say it-you meant it."
Raphael frowned. Had he meant it?
Probably.
"You can still play with Jason sweetheart," Raphael brushed his fingers through her hair, "Daddy just got a little angry and said some things he didn't mean. I have to work on my temper."
"Okay."
"I thought you didn't like Jason?"
"I don't...he's annoying. He gets bored all the time and whines about it."
"So why do you want to play with him so much?"
"I guess he's sort of cool when he's not bored...still annoying though."
Raphael chuckled and gave her a kiss on the bridge of her nose, "Well I'm happy you have a playmate."
She nodded and sighed.
"Would you like to go spend some time with E'ro'chk?"
Beomia nodded vehemently and he chuckled.
"Okay-let's go."
"Hey dad?"
"Yes Flower?"
"I love you too."
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Beomia had a few aunts. Kala was definitely a main one, as was Alopex. She also talked with her aunts April and Karai over the phone every once in awhile. However, her favorites were definitely E'ro'chk and Shinigami. They had they're own little room hidden above the library, behind the giant clock on the ceiling. Their room was filled with gears and steampunk gadgets, plus the multitude of items both of the woman used for their black magic.
Raphael let go of Beomia's hand as she ran into their kitchen. Raphael chuckled and followed her, smiling as E'ro'chk lifted her up onto the counter.
"Hello Muejiza," The arabic word slipped soothingly across her tongue as she rested a kiss on the top of Beomia's head.
"Where's Shiny?"
As soon as the little girl asked the witch burst into the room, "Dete!"
Raphael shook his head at their multi-lingual nicknames for her.
E'ro'chk smiled and turned to Raphael, "I hope you realize that you are never getting her back now. I haven't spent time with her in days."
"Could we practice?" Beomia cut in.
"Absolutely child," Shinigami smiled, "but first we will feed you."
"Alright, I'll be back later," Raphael gave his daughter a hug goodbye and left.
E'ro'chk pulled a plate of warm pastries out of the oven and ushered Beomia towards the curtain made of beads that covered a doorway.
Shiny winked at E'ro'chk and picked a box up off of the floor beside one of the large chairs she sat atop. Beomia sunk into the couch and picked off the cream-filled pouches from E'ro'chk's plate, moaning at the taste. The banshee smiled.
"Is it good?"
Beomia nodded.
Shinigami cleared her throat, "Dete-E'ro'chk and I have a present for you."
"Really?" The platinum-haired girl looked up.
Shiny nodded and handed Beomia the box. It was covered in brown paper, and the girl carefully tugged it open. She gasped and pulled out a golden lyre. Silver branches and copper leaves twirled around the U-shaped base and brilliant rainbow gemstones decorated the entire thing.
"It's beautiful," Beomia smiled and hugged each of them, "Thank you."
"Of course Muejiza."
E'ro'chk and Shinigami both sat on either side of the girl on the couch. E'ro'chk ran her fingers through Beomia's hair, and Shinigami drew slow patterns on her feet.
"Would you like to hear a story?" E'ro'chk hummed for a moment.
Beomia nodded and lightly strummed one of the strings on her new lyre.
"A long time ago," The banshee began, "There was a man name Jacóbe. He lived alone on a small island-far out in the sea…"
Shinigami drew the outline of a man on Beomia's leg, and she closed her eyes; allowing the witches drawing to appear in her head.
Jacóbe was a kind man, with a love of nature. He would help the animals any way he could. He would build nests for the birds, and help collect food for the bears; but they never thanked him. At some point, he grew tired of trying to help the creatures, so he stopped. Until one day a terrible monster arose from the sea and tried to eat Jacóbe.
Beomia gulped as the shadow of a large creature rose from the ocean's depths.
The animals, which he had helped for ages, saw what was happening; and using the nature that he had helped protect, they made him a magical lyre. It is said that when he strummed that lyre, the monster fell into a deep sleep and sunk to the bottom of the ocean. After that, no one heard from Jacóbe again, and the lyre was never found.
Beomia opened her eyes and smiled down at her new instrument.
"What if this is the lyre?" She smiled widely.
Shinigami chuckled, "You never know sweet child; maybe it is."
"I doubt it," Beomia sighed, "Why would it come to me of all people?"
"Because god is very good at choosing the right person," E'ro'chk winked and pulled a flute from her satchel, "Now, let's begin. What would you like to play?"
Shinigami pulled a pair of bongos out from under the couch and smiled.
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Once Beomia had finally woken up, the room had fallen into a peaceful silence. Her head was now in Shinigami's lap as the witch drew more strange creatures into the large tome in her lap, the calming smell of paint and gesso filling Beomia's nose.
Beomia could hear small clinking noises beside her feet, where E'ro'chk was working on building a tiny robotic bird.
The girl had heard stories about E'ro'chk; and how the banshee used to wear the bones of her victims. Now however, she traded those in for a simply brown-leather loincloth and white athletic tape wrapped around her chest. All of her pockets were filled to the brim with herbs for magic or tools for working with small things.
Beomia's eyes shifted upwards and she noticed that Klunk had joined the group. He was laying down on one of the rafters up in the ceiling. The cat was still made up of nothing but bones, however beads were now wrapped around certain parts of his skeleton. Beomia slowly blinked at him and he nodded his head at her sweetly before curling back up into a ball. She could hear a purring noise from the floor and assumed that Chompy had also entered while she was sleeping and had passed out below her.
"Dete, are you awake?"
Beomia answered with a yawn and stretched her arms above her head.
Shinigami gently took her hand and pulled out a small brush and some black ink, setting to work on drawing a swirly pattern down her arm. Beomia smiled, she loved Shiny's drawings. Sometimes they'd be birds, other times they'd be flowers. Once she drew Klunk on her leg for her; however they washed off within two weeks, which meant that Beomia would always come back for more.
E'ro'chk handed the girl a glass and Beomia sipped it down, relishing the fizzy taste. The banshee set the mechanical bird she was working on down on the table beside her. She pulled a long necklace from a pocket on her belt and wrapped it around Beomia's ankle. A multitude of charms decorated it, like gears, clocks, and sundials. A few bumblebees and butterflies were scattered around it as well. Certain lockets were shaped like large hearts, and whatever it was that they held made them glow assorted rainbow colors. A few charms would open up if pressed in the right spot, revealing a whole world of cogs and gears. The necklace wrapped around her ankle three times before E'ro'chk clasped it shut.
"A perfect fit."
Beomia smiled and turned back to look at Shinigami's progress. The swirls had turned into the tentacles of an octopus; which rested on the platinum-haired girl's right shoulder, and the witch had moved on to giving the octopus rainbow skin and big blue eyes. Once it was done, it looked like a professional tattoo-except that it would wash off in half a month.
It dried and Beomia sat up, setting her feet on Chompy's warm stomach and patting her lap. Klunk noticed the invitation to snuggle and leapt down to the couch, curling up into her stomach.
"This is beautiful," Shinigami smiled at the octopus, "You are by far my best canvas Dete-my perfect muse."
Footsteps came from the other side of the bead-curtain and Kala bursted into the room, holding Jason closely.
"Beomia, come quick!"
"What's wrong?" E'ro'chk stood up.
"Raphael and Armaggon are in a fight-she's the only one who can calm them down."
Beomia set Klunk down quickly and ran to follow Kala, with E'ro'chk and Shinigami close behind.
Once they arrived at the throne room, hell had already broken loose. Donatello and Michelangelo were trying to hold Raphael back, and Alopex and Venus were doing the same for Armaggon.
Along with those four, many of the statues had woken up and were also trying to pull Armaggon back-Ninjara being one of them.
Jason gawked, "Woah, Beo, you were right!"
The girl rolled her eyes and ran toward the fight.
"Dete, maybe you shouldn't get involved," Shinigami gently took her wrist.
She shook her head, "I can make them stop."
The platinum-haired girl ran towards the brawl, "Stop fighting!"
Either they didn't hear her, or they didn't care; because the battle continued.
She stepped in between them and held out her arms, "I said stop!"
Armaggon's amber eyes widened in shock as he rolled out of the way to avoid hitting the girl and crashed into the wall. Raphael, however, didn't move in time and his punch landing straight into Beomia's stomach.
The little girl gasped as her father's strength sent her falling across the room.
E'ro'chk watched it happen in slow motion and screamed.
"Muejiza!"
The banshee leapt across the room and caught Beomia, pulling her into her chest. The sheer force of the punch spread to E'ro'chk; who hit the emerald wall with a loud crash.
Shinigami ran over and knelt beside them.
"Mohabbat! Dete! Are you alright?!" She lifted the girl out of E'ro'chk's grasp and rested a hand on the banshee's shoulder.
Raphael was frozen in shock, watching helplessly as his daughter's limp body dangled in Shinigami's arms.
"Beomia!" He ran to her, but Ninjara stepped in front of him.
"Ninjara move!" He growled up at her.
"No." She looked down at him fiercely and he realized that unlike with Armaggon, he wouldn't win this one.
Ninjara turned and lifted E'ro'chk with ease, following behind Shinigami as they headed to the grotto behind the throne.
Raphael had turned it into Beomia's bedroom-with Ninjara and Alopex's permission-but all that was in it was a hammock and two candles.
Shiny lowered the little girl into the pool and watched as color slowly returned to her body and her golden eyes opened a bit.
"Sweet Dete," The witch brushed through her hair with her fingers, "Everything is alright."
Beomia turned to look at E'ro'chk, who slowly opened her silver eyes as well.
The banshee reached over to rest a hand on the girl's shoulder, "You are so brave Muejiza-but don't ever do that again."
Beomia nodded and looked up, "Where's daddy?"
Ninjara frowned, "He had to go away for a bit."
"Oh... okay."
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Beomia opened her eyes and looked around at the dark grotto. She had been confined to her bed to rest the day before, but by the looks of it, her guard, Alopex, was fast asleep. She slowly crept out of her hammock and around the water, stepping out of her room.
Beomia walked past Alopex and over to Armaggon, who was not standing stoic in his usual position, but sitting back against the wall.
"Armaggon?" She whispered and sat down beside him.
"You're supposed to be asleep."
"I can't sleep."
He sighed and closed his eyes.
"What were you and my dad fighting about?"
Armaggon sighed, "A lot of things."
"Like?"
"Like you...and your mom."
Beomia's eyes shot up, "What about her?"
"We just...everyone has different opinions on how to deal with the situation."
All was silent for a few minutes before Beomia spoke up again.
"What happened to her?"
"Your father doesn't want me to say."
"Please?"
He sighed, "I would get in trouble-I'm not starting another fight."
"I won't tell. Please?"
Armaggon frowned, "Your mom was probably one of the best rulers the library had ever had."
"And?"
"...And...and…" He tried to think of how to continue, "and before she came here she was trying to fight a very bad reaper named Kaalee. Kaalee stole her parents souls and tried to eat them."
"Woah," Beomia looked up, "Was she good at fighting?"
"You kidding? Your mom kicked that thing's ass."
She giggled and rested her head against Armaggon.
"Thing is, we didn't realize that Kaalee actually had a second in command-a monster from hell which she woke up by playing on a sacred lyre. Sounds ridiculous, I know but-"
"-It's not ridiculous. E'ro'chk and Shinigami told me the story."
"They were probably trying to hint at it for you," Armaggon chuckled, "Everyone except Pretty-Boy thinks you should know the truth."
"So what happened?"
"The monster sent demons after your mother, but then he found out that she had you. He decided that he wanted to capture you instead. When your mom found them trying to take you from your bed, she sacrificed herself."
"So she's with the monster?"
Armaggon nodded, "But I'm afraid there's a chance she's no longer alive. That happened ten years ago, when you were just a few months old."
"Daddy always told me she left. He said that she had to go do something important."
Armaggon frowned, "Your mother would never leave you if she could help it."
"What if she's still alive though?" Beomia looked up. "Nobody ever tried to go save her?"
"A few of us wanted to. Raphael, Michelangelo, E'ro'chk, and I. Unfortunately everyone else said it too much of a risk."
"Is that why he's always a bad daddy?"
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Raphael looked down at the little girl in his arms and up at Ninjara, "I know it's a lot to ask, but do you think you could hang out with her a little? She needs a strong female in her life-and I know Kala and Alopex and everyone will do great, but-"
"Of course Raphael," She nodded, "I would have it no other way."
"Armaggon?" Raphael turned to the amber giant, "I'm going to need someone to be a second dad for her...I'm worried I'm going to suck at this by myself."
The shark growled and turned away, "I don't do kids."
After that everyone put in extra to help raise the little girl the best they could. Ninjara taught her respect and patience. E'ro'chk and Shinigami taught her kindness and the arts. Mikey and Kala taught her how to let go and have a little fun, and Donatello and Alopex helped teach her about the universe. Armaggon, however, always kept his distance.
"You should go talk to her," Ninjara walked up to him one day, "She's such a wonderful child."
"I told you, I don't do kids. They're loud and annoying and gross."
Armaggon crossed his arms in defiance.
"Fine," Ninjara sighed, and then got an idea, "Can you go down to the throne and grab my staff for me?"
"Sure."
The amber statue walked down the steps to the lower floor and froze. Beomia was trying to climb into the chair to grab Ninjara's staff as well.
Armaggon growled and slowly walked over, "Ugh. Hey, uh, kid? I need that."
The three year old girl turned to him and giggled, "Fishy!"
Armaggon frowned, "I ain't no fishy."
He tried to reach over her to grab the staff, and she latched onto his arm.
"Ew, gross kid. Let go."
She babbled a few times and crawled onto his arm, waving her hands in the air.
"What do you want?"
She giggled and bounced a few times. He sighed and lifted her up to his face, and she rested her hands on his snout and played with his impressively long teeth with her fingers.
"Big fishy!"
Armaggon forgot about Ninjara's staff and looked down at the girl.
"You smell horrible kid," He joked, "I told Ninjara babies were gross."
She giggled.
"No one's watching you," He looked around and sat on the floor, resting Beomia in his lap, "Guess I'm going to have to keep an eye on you until someone comes around, huh?"
She looked up at him through big golden eyes and he smirked.
"You ain't half bad kid, you know that?"
"Fishy!"
He chuckled, "Ya, I'm sure you do."
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"Your dad may not look like much, but he's not a bad father-trust me. He's a great dad-and he loves you more than he shows."
"Really?"
"Ya," Armaggon set a large hand on her head, "Just don't tell him I said it."
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