A/N: This is a AU, where the turtles are knights in the realm of Polus. It's a medieval fantasy that does use some more modern language and tools. And a HUGE thank you to Sparrowskit for Beta Reading this story for me! I think I'd be very lost without her guidence. Disclaimer: I don't own the Turtles or anything you recognize
The Knights of Polus
Prologue
"Take that, foul villain! You shall wreak no more havoc in this fair shire, not while I, Sir Damin Testudinis, live and breathe!" cried a young boy, his wooden sword waving at the fleeing hound. The dog turned and 'woofed' at the 'brave knight' before trotting to its master. The man, who was tall with white hair, chuckled and sat on a nearby barrel, simultaneously stroking the dog's black head.
"Have ye rid Testudo Castle of all its rapscallions yet, Damin?" The man said, his blue eyes twinkling as he ceased to pet the dog and began to smooth his tunic. Looking closely, you could see the slight green hue of his skin.
A small 'Hmph' came from the shadows, as two identical adolescent girls walked up. The sound of disbelief had come from the girl in a cerulean blue dress, while her twin wore forest green.
"The only rapscallion in Testudo is Damin himself, Gran-Da, Cook's on the rampage since he managed to spill all the cider Cook made for tonight's celebration. If I were ye, Damin, I'd not go near the kitchen for a sennight, for fear of Cook's knife." The girl in the green dress informed the young boy, whose brown eyes lowered in shame. This didn't seem to burden the lad for long, for within several minutes, he was grinning up at his sisters, a lock of black hair hanging over his eyes.
"Da said he found a knight to foster me until I too am a knight. I'm to live with Sir De Mar and his two younger sons at De Mar's estate in Greenwood. Isn't it great, Gran-Da?"
"Aye, lad, it is. I've no doubt that you'll be as good your seven times Great – Gran-Da and his three brothers." The white haired gentlemen told his energetic grandson. The children looked interested.
"Who were they, Gran-Da?" asked the blue clad female, as she brushed off a nearby barrel and sat, daintily, upon it. The old man's eyes looked at her, before the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile.
"Ye wish to know, do ye, Ulsine? Do ye also wish to hear the tale, Damin and Nefryn?" At the choruses of "Aye, Gran-Da.", he continued "Well then, I'd best begin with what our beloved Polus was like at the time of your ancestors. Nefryn, Damin, sit yourselves down.
"What was it like, Gran-Da?" Nefryn queried, spreading her skirts beneath her.
"At the time, Polus was ruled by King Johnathen II and Queen Alibeth. Polus was just getting over the Age of Enchantment, a time when the realm was filled with black magic. One of King Johnathen's loyal subjects, Duke Namern of Asil, was riding to his fief in Peacewood on a dark, rainy night. His mare stumbled in a ditch, and injured her leg to a point where she could walk, but no bear his weight. He was leadin' her down the road, when he heard the cries of several babes, and in curiosity, he followed the cries. He found four wee boys, by the side of the path. Namern was a generous man, and he took the lads home to his wife. They raised the lads until the age of 7, when he sent them off to train for knighthood with his friend, Lord Canaletto of Selinen. When these boys were all 23, there was a war, The War of the Waters. Pirates attacked the northern coast of Polus, which was at the time a peninsula."
"Gran-Da, What's a peninsula?" Damin asked, ignoring his sister's protests about the story being interrupted. Gran-Da smiled patiently at his grandson.
"A peninsula is a land that is surrounded by water on three sides." Gran-Da explained, Damin looked puzzled for a moment, then nodded his understanding.
Gran-Da continued, stroking the hound who lay next to him "Many brave men lost their lives in that war, but your ancestors fought valiantly. One time, They saved 200 lives. In honor of their service, King Johnathen granted lands to the Duke's adopted sons, since they had none of their own before the war. The Duke did have a biological son, Casey, and his wife, April, who inherited the Dukedom and lands. The four brothers did consider Casey as a brother. However, I be getting off topic. The brothers were given Testudo Castle, and the title that came with it." Gran-Da's voice was low and melodious, entrancing the children around him "By this time, the four brothers were famed for their skill, but feared for their appearance."
"What did they look like, Gran-Da?" Damin asked, reaching down to scratch the ear of the dog who sat next to him.
"They looked quite a bit like your friend Arlin does."
"They looked liked turtles?!" The three exclaimed in unison as Gran-Da nodded.
"Aye, like four turtles, just a bit taller then your mother."
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