Chapter 1: Real In Rio
Our story starts in the amazing jungles just on the edge of Rio De Janeiro, full of many creatures know as humans and mutants.
Mutants were human hybrids that mostly walked on all fours and the humans couldn't understand what they were saying There were three different categories for each mutant.
Land, sea and air.
The sea mutants could breathe under water, land mutants had incredible speed and strength and air mutants could fly with or without wings. Lets start this story back to the very beginning the way I remember it...
The scene starts with the sun peeking over the high mountain tops of the jungle with the arrival of day light.
If you flew up into the trees you could just here the air mutants waking up to the morning beat.
All the birds of a feather
Do what we love most of all
We are the best a rhythm and laughter
That's why we love Carnival
All so clear we can sing to
Sun and beaches they call
Dance to the music, passion and love
Show us the best you can do
As all the winged dancers continued to dance their hearts away, a little 2 year old mutant turtle with goo green eyes, kelly green skin and black feathered wings sprouting out of the back of his shell had woken up from his sleep because of all the dancing.
The little one wanted to join in the fun but he couldn't fly.
Just like actual birds, air mutants needed their parents to teach them to fly. But this little boy's mom or dad were no where in sight as his mother had gone to get some food and his father had been missing for days so all he could do was dance in his little nest watching at the others.
Everyone here is on fire
Get up and join in the fun
Dance with a stranger, romance and danger
Magic could happen for real in Rio
All by it's self
You can't see it coming
You can't find it anywhere else
The little turtle looked around and saw another air mutant teaching her children, who were the turtle's age, how to fly.
The turtle watched as two of the children lept from their nest and, after some struggling, started to fly. Finally feeling fed up of being left out of the fun, the little turtle put on a face of determination, spread his little black wings and prepared to jump.
It's real, in Rio
Know something else
You can't feel it happening
You can feel it all by your self
Suddenly the dancing and singing was stopped when some humans swung nets at the air mutants, trapping them inside cages and nets.
Almost all humans saw mutants as dumb animals that were only good for money or slave work. In all the panic the little turtle fell out of his nest and crashed onto the hard jungle floor.
He stood up and looked around hoping someone would help him.
Suddenly a net fell on top of him and he was thrown into a cage like the others...
They were put onto an old cart as the loaded them off the plane.
They passed through New York City on the way to the market. Suddenly the cart swerved out of control when the wheel hit a rock, knocking one of the crates from out of the back.
When the cart headed off a young boy around the age of 5 walked up to the cage opening it.
She had short red, blue eyes, wore a yellow jumper, and blue jeans. Inside the cart was the terrified mutant turtle. The little girl carefully picked him up carefully despite his hissing and snarling.
"Shh, it's OK I'll take care of you." She said as he gave the mutant a warm hug and a pat on the head.
As she did that the mutant turtle felt a sense of warm and love with her. "I'll call you Raphael, like the renaissance artist. But for short I'll call you Raph." The girl said as he carried him back to his home...