OK, so, like, this is the story that takes place before the TMNT my version. I know, that story was bad, and this one will probably be as well. This is from 'Chapter 10 Album' I hope it's OK, and yes, in the last story, not much was in order. Hope you like. I hope.

Gathering the truth

I can not believe...father. He is like 'my sons you are going to learn ninjitsu, the art of stealth'. Art of stealth my shell. I've read books on Martial arts, Kendo, samurais and a whole lot of ninjitsu. I was bored and that was all we really had in the bookshelf. Master Splinter didn't read anything else. In the books was stuff like shuriken, weird hand symbols that could paralyze an enemy and all this other junk about bushi-something. And I still think it is a little wrong that he just tells us what were supposed to do with our lives. The nerve of him. We need to live our lives as we want...don't we?

I looked back at the tunnel I just came through. Wow. I didn't think I walked that far away from the house. I just thought I was only a couple of tunnels away...Which tunnel am I in anyway? I rested my hand on the wall and lent on it. I thought my troubles were over, but, by sheer fate, they were just beginning. Suddenly, the brick that he was leaning on pressed into the wall, like a secret panel. I retook my balance and forced myself not to scream when the panel made a doorway in the wall.

Are New York sewers supposed to do that? I went forward and, before I knew it, I was in the doorway and the exit closed behind me. I saw in horror that I was LOCKED IN. This is bad.

I tried to find another panel, but all I found was more and more brickwork. I ended up banging my elbow on the concrete. I bit my lip to stop painful screams to be ushered. To late. I gasped at the agony. Really wished I had elbow pads.

As anyone crazy lunatic might do, decided to follow the extremely dark path. It was so dark that I couldn't see my nose or another part of my body for that matter. Out of the blue, or should I say out of the black, my knee hit against something hard. I once again bit my lip, this time successful to stifle my own groans of pain. And knee pads wouldn't be all that bad either. I felt the wall in front of me to find another panel which I lent on. It pushed in and light came rushing to my eyes.

Now, it wasn't the usual white light that I saw, it was more of a purple/red/orange/blue-ish kind of mixture. Despite the fact it was in New York sewers, it was actually quite warm. It was as if an invisible central heater was making sure the room didn't get cold. It was actually quite inviting. I stepped in, but this time the door didn't close behind me. I entered with as much caution that I could muster, but being a kid, curiosity took front seat. It was like being in another world.

My gaze was pulled toward an interesting case on in the middle of the room. On no, it's a sword. I don't want to get into anything here.I wished I could back away from it, but I almost felt it was calling out to me. I kept on stepping forward when I wanted to be away from the over-sized knife. Heck, by now, I'm only a shoulder reach from touching it. How humiliating.

Why am I doing this? Why can't I just stop myself? My hand, by itself, moved towards the blade. It made contact and rubbed against the smooth cold surface. That's when it happened, my eyes closed and opened so suddenly, I saw a flash of light...and I think a flashback.

I was standing in front of a man. A human man. He was tall, an honest face and he seemed deeply familiar. Like...another life familiar. His eyes seemed like slits, meaning he was Asian probably. He wore yellow clothes that seem to give off the effect that he was an emperor or really powerful. He smiled an small, pleasured smile. He seemed not only not appalled by my appearance, he seems to almost find it normal. Like...it mattered not what I looked like, or anything.

"Young warrior. I an the sensei of your sensei. I am a master of ninjitsu and this is a sword given to me by my master, the Ancient One. I ask you to hear my wisdom. When your master was still a lonely rodent, all he had was I and the one I loved. We she perished by the hands of my friend, I ran away to New York. Splinter learnt all he could about ninjitsu from mimicking my katas. You must know, he will never teach you the ninjitsu you have read about. For you need to be under the control of an ancient Japanese Daimyo, which you are not, he will teach you the yin instead of the yang. The reason I have brought you here is because it is vital you know, written in the stars, you are meant for greatness. You must remember this, for it is the truth..."

When the vision went by, I was still touching the sword and I almost felt I could feint if I hadn't already.

Wow. That was so cool...but...do I give this to Master Splinter. I looked up and realised that I called him Master Splinter instead of father or anything. Hope he'll like his gift.I grasped the sword's case in my reptilian hands, and I felt my lips curl into a smile. I guess it is nice to know your sensei's sensei was a good man. I unsheathed the sword to see the letters on the top. That was it, I needed to take this to Master Splinter and apologise. That was the answer. That was my answer.

I entered our home with eyes all on me and the sword. Raph was wide eyed, Don was opened mouth and Mikey was all of the above. I was neither. I walked past all of them to Master Splinter's room, with much confidence. I walked in and didn't stop until I was a few feet from him. He was deep in meditation so he did not look up to see me there, but he can still tell it was me, I bet you a billion bucks on that.

"Master, I must apologise for my actions in the last few hours. I have brought you a gift to forgive me for my rudeness and disloyalty. Please except this sword. It is all I can give."

I layed the sword to rest on his little table. I looked at the masks that were still on it. There were a few colours left. Violet, white, green, yellow and blue. I remembered the room and took the blue one and made my way to the mirror. I tied the mask around my head with a little difficulty, but when it was on, I couldn't help but think for a second I saw an elder version of myself in the reflection. A stronger, wiser, greater version. I smiled at the image.

"Perfect fit," I whispered quietly to myself and left the room. Then a weird thought came to my head.

Considering I can't read, I wonder what the sword says...and if Yoshi will mind if I use that room in future?

My son Leonardo had entered the room and taken the blue mask when I had the nerve to open these old eyes of mine. I could not help but be proud, then I saw the sword on my table and picked up the handle. It was cleverly crafted. I thought it would be a good idea to unsheathed the sword. When I did, I forgave Leonardo for everything because of those two words.

Master Yoshi

I sorry it took so long and that it was a bad chapter. I hope it will get better in time. Please read and review.