Hey Y'all it's me, Yuki101! I know it's been a long while since I've put up like an actual story but here's one! And I'll be working on this shere story until I figure out how to move on with How I Met the Hyperforce. This story is based off of a rp that a friend of mine and I were working on so some credit goes to her. Shredder, you are one awesome girl! Yes, her code-name was Shredder.
Do you remember Angel? Ya know cute girl, pink hair, almost initiated into the Purple Dragons, lives with her Gramma? I've noticed that out of all of the TMNT characters, she's like the only one without a bio. I was like "Hey! What gives? Is there something wrong with Angel? She's deserves a good bio!" That's when it hit me. I realized that since nobody else would come up with one, I would. It got me thinking. Where did she come from? What's her family like? How did she end up living with her Gramma? How did she end up almost initiated into the PD's? Did she always have pink hair? So many questions popped up that I started writing. I think that this is good but, I want you to decide. Rated T for later language.
I do not own Angel, Ryan, or the TMNT. They belong to their original creators Eastman and Laird. You guys rock!
Angel's Story
Chapter One
" ... And it shall come to pass that the Destined Child shall be born on the thirteenth day of the eighth month. The Destined Child shall have a mark that signifies itself as the host of the Great Red Dragon. When the Child comes upon its seventeenth year, it shall awaken its powers and with it the Great Red Dragon."
"Mother, are you sure?" Richard asked
"I'm quite positive, Richard, that this child, your child, is the Destined Child that the Prophecy foretold of a century ago." Mother, or Mary, responded
"But ... Why Angel? Why my little girl?" He asked
"I do not know but when do we Dragon Tamers ever truly know anything, hm?" Mary told her son
"So it may not be Angel after all?" He asked with hope in his eyes.
"Did I say that? No, I did not. I may not know everything but, I do know that your daughter, my grandaughter, is the Destined Child." Mary told her son as she placed a firm hand onto his shoulder. "We can help her through this. We must prepare her for what is to come and we must protect her from what is her birthright. At least, until she is ready to know the truth." Then she placed her hand back onto her lap.
Richard nodded. "But her birthmark ...?"
"What of it?"
"It's a dragon that circles up her right hand and wrist."
"That is the mark of which the Prophecy foretold." Mary responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What should I tell ... Lee?" He asked
"What have you told her?" Mary asked
Richard hung his head.
"You haven't told her anything!" Mary exclaimed
"I'm sorry Mother, but I only did it to protect her!"
She sipped her tea. "I see." She gazed into the contents of her half-full cup of tea. "You realize that you'll have to tell her soon, you know. You do realize this, right?"
"Of course I do, Mother! It's just ... I never expected to tell her so soon. I mean .." he sighed "Dragon Tamers are only ever supposed to be male but ..."
"I know that, son, but we must look past appearances and train her for what is to come on her 17th." Mary responded.
"I know but ... She's only a baby. My daughter was born only a few days ago and now I have to believe that she's either going to be our savior or destroy the world. Why Angel? Why couldn't it have been some other child?"
"Think about it, son. Do you really want any child other than yours to handle this power?"
"No"
"Would any other child be able to handle it? Would they have the right training to handle it?"
"They probably wouldn't." He admitted
"You see. Angel is the one. Our little Angel is the only one who can handle it as long as she is prepared in time for it."
"I understand." He glanced at his wristwatch. "It's 3:00. Time to take the wife and baby home."
"Go. I'll be hearing from you again soon enough"
6 Years Later ...
"Wrong! Angel that's wrong! Keep your left shoulder up! If you don't then it'll be too easy for someone to murder you!"
"I'm sorry, daddy!" a 6-year-old girl cried out from the ground. She had jet-black spiky hair that reached her chin and brown eyes that often looked like milk-chocolate. She got up from the ground then as she was walking towards her dad she tripped, over her own feet nontheless.
Her father sighed and shook his head. Where did he go wrong? But then again she was only 6 and this was her second week. Still, he had roughly 11 years to go until he had to deal with her powers. Who would've thought that his daughter would be gifted like this. To be the host of the Red Dragon is an honor unto itself.
"Angel?" Her father asked. She was still a child, even if she was destined for greatness, she was still just a child. And children need to be cared for.
"Yes daddy ... er .. I mean sensei? I'm sorry. I meant sensei!" Angel tried to cover her little slip-up.
"I know you did. How about we head in for a snack? You did well today. We'll work on your posture later." He instructed
"Yes sensei" Angel bowed in respect towards her father
"Let's go home" He smiled.
"Can you give me a piggyback ride, daddy?" Angel asked giving him the irresistable puppy dog face.
Richard had no choice but to give in to his little girls' bambi eyes. "Sure. Why not?" He lowered himself for Angel to climb onto his back. It was when he was standing upright that he heard it.
ROOOAAARRR!
"Daddy?" Angel gripped her father's shoulders tightly, "What was that?"
'So she'd heard it too, huh? Looks like it's starting but, she still too young to know about all of this!' He thought then responded to his daughter. "I don't know. But I think that it's time to go home."
"But Daddy ... It's gonna rain soon!"
"All the more reason to hurry then. Right, Butterfly?"
Angel giggled, "Righ Papi-o!" Angel hung onto her daddy as they ran home. Well he was running while she was riding on his back. 5 minutes later, they were back at the house.
"I didn't know you were so fast, daddy! It's like-like-like ... like you're a superhero!" Angel exclaimed
"I don't know about superhero but you know I'd do anything to protect my little butterfly princess."
Angel smiled then she ran inside to see her Mommy. Who was talking to a strange man with a short black goatee. "ommy! Guess what? Guess what?"
"What is it, sweetheart?" Mommy turned towards her daughter.
"I rode piggyback on Daddy's back and we were going superfast. Like he was the Flash! You know, like a superhero! It was really really! Oh ... hi there Mr. Dude."
"Angel sweetie, this is Mr. Kuwait. He's come to speak with your father about something important."
"... Okay!" She smiled a little then went into her room. She listened for when Mommy, Daddy, and Mr. Kuwait went into Daddy's office. When they did, she crawled into the ventilation duct and kept on crawling until she was at the air vent leading into her father's office.
"... And I'm telling you Drubard, she's not ready."
"Of course she is."
"She's only 6!"
"The age where all Dragon Tamers are supposed to meet their dragon and use their powers."
"Except for her. Everyone except for Angel. I know that! I've lived long enough to see-"
"- that you are wrong."
"I'm not!" Richard sighed. "Drubard ... I know we've been friends for a long time and you may have been right on numerous occassions except for this one."
"What do you mean, Xalybon?"
"Do not call me that in my house, Gorshite! Look ... my daughter is the host of the Great Red Dragon. She is the Destined Child of which the prophecy foretold of more than a century ago."
"The Destined Child as in THE Destined Child?"
"The very same."
"How long do we have?" Drubard asked
"11 years ... maybe less."
"Then we'll have to convince her to relinquish her powers unto another."
"What are you talking about?"
"Hosts and Dragon Tamers are only ever supposed to be male. There has never been a female in our line ... ever! So why should it start now?"
"... We don't know but we do know this -" Richard started
"I may not have understood when she was a baby but I do understand now. Angel is very strong and brave, much like her father, and sometimes she may act like a goofball or a klutz but that's because she doesn't know how to express herself. She's also trying to act like a ninja wherever she is." Lee-Anne explained
"Are you trying to tell me that your daughter may be listening in on this very conversation?"
Angel's eyes widened at what she just heard. Then a speck of dust fell gently onto the bridge of her nose. "Ah - Ah - Ah - Ah - ACHOO!" With that sneeze, she fell down the ventilation duct and into the office. She looked up and saw the surprised, shocked, and somewhat amused faces of her parents and Mr. Kuwait. "Um ... hi."
"Sweetie, how long were you listening up there?"
"Long enough." Angel told them as she dusted herself off, "What is it about some dragon that I'm supposed to be? Huh? What is it? Daddy? Mommy? What are you hiding from me?"
"Sweetie ... We want to tell you everything and we will soon but now is not the time." Her mother told her as she gave her daughter a hug.
"What are you talking about, Mommy?"
"I'm sorry, baby. You need to forget all of this. Just for a little while, sweetie." Lee-Anne gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead.
"I don't understand. What's going on, Mommy? Daddy?" Angel looked between her parents.
Lee-Anne retreated to where her husband and Mr. Kuwait were. Richard clasped his hands together as if in prayer. He began to mutter in a voicce so low that Angel almost couldn't hear it but, she heard it.
"Enim fo rethguad, ho!
Os uoy evol I!
Seiromem eht sserper
Ees ot ton uoy rof hsiw I.
Noos niaga seiromen eseht revocer lliw uoy.
Nogard Der ythgim,ho!
Rethguard ym htiw eno emoceb!
Yaw eht reh wohs!
Tuo reh pleh!
Reh revo hctaw!
Emoc ot si taht regnad yna morf reh tcetorp!"
Angel's whole body was surrounded by a white light. When the light vanished, Angel was on the floor sleeping. Although, there was something different about her now. Her once jet-black hair was now a light-pink and her birthmark had dissappeared.
"Richard?"
"Yes, Drubard?" He turned his attention to his old friend/rival while his wife went to take care of little Angel.
"I believe your son has come to visit but, like your daughter, has witnessed a scene not meant for child-like eyes."
"Hey! I'm 12 now! I'm not a kid anymore!" Ryan told off Mr. Kuwait.
"I'm sorry, Ryan but, we can't risk either of you to know about this yet. It's too dangerous. Much too dangerous for the two of you to know now."
"I don't want pink hair!" He argued
His father chuckled. "Not to worry, Ryan. You won't get pink hair." He smiled gently down at his son then he assumed the same pose as before and before Ryan could try to run out of the room, he began to chant.
"Enim fo nos, ho!
Os uoy evol I!
Seiromem eht sserper
Ees ot ton uoy rof hsiw I.
Noos niaga seiromem eseht revocer lliw uoy."
The same glowing white light surrounded his son. Once it vanished, he saw his son was also passed out on the floor. Richard picked his son up in his arms and walked to the door. "Drubard, we'll resume this conversation again some other time. Now if you don't mind, get out of my house."
"It was nice seeing you again, Richard. Farewell. Until another time then, old friend." Drubard left the house.
'Sleep tight, dragons. Soon I'll have that Dragon Blade of Power and the girl's power. Soon I shall rule and all will bow to me!' He thought as he walked down the drive.
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