AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those of you who read my original prologue, I thank you and offer my apologies for it's deletion. A rather vicious plot bunny came after me this morning and solidified the plot. While pieces of what you read will be in later chapters, this is the new prologue. Again, my sincerest thanks and apologies and hopes that this will be equal to or surpass your satisfaction. Please let me hear your thoughts!
My dearest family,
I have arrived at last and must say that the jungles of Guatemala are nothing like I was expecting. It's hot and humid, and there are a great deal of bugs that seem to like turtle for every meal. Colors that I have not even imagined exist here, thrown together in random assortment, but somehow managing to come together in one accord. There is a village nearby, and it is seems odd that with only an hundred or so villagers, it teems with life.
Sensei, the healer who will both aid and shelter me from prying eyes reminds me so much of you. I see why you are friends, and I thank you for giving me the chance to meet her. She began my instruction shortly after I arrived, ignoring my exhaustion and driving me to pull from my inner strength. It is a comfort from home that I miss. I take each of her lessons to heart and will make you proud when I return with her knowledge. Although I suspect you know much of what I will be shown, my brothers do not, and I eagerly await having them under my tutelage, with your blessing.
Donatello, fear not. I have begun pressing herbs and flowers as you taught me in order to bring back specimens and souvenirs. I can't wait to see the advances in your research when I return with them. Donnie, don't worry. You are more than capable enough to be de facto. I know that while it may not be something you wish to shoulder, it is something that will not crush you. It will get heavy, and at times, you will question everything within yourself and beg Sensei to take it away. But you will survive and be a stronger person and a better brother and ally for it. I trust you. Oh, and keep Raph in line since I can't nag at him.
Raphael, once you have finished your flips for swearing, make sure Don doesn't give himself an ulcer. And then, go hit the rooftops (with Sensei's permission, of course). Raph, although at times it is a source of contention in our relationship, I admire your inner ferocity. I do not wish for you to curb or suppress it, but please, be mindful of your passion. Don't let it consume you. Look after Mikey and Don, and make sure they practice. After all, I can't go easy on you when I get back.
Last but definitely not least, Michelangelo, little brother, with our family divided, we are all having to step into new, unfamiliar, and sometimes uncomfortable roles. Whether or not you like it, responsibility (and Master Splinter's walking stick) will be chasing you down while I'm gone. Don't misunderstand - your humor, your blithe nature, is and always will be a valuable part of who you are, but don't let it be all that you are. Help the others with the transition however you can: with laughter, tears, or tools.
In closing, dear family, I again wish to assure you that I am very much alive and well. My letters will always come, but I can't tell you how often. I will shoot for at least one every week, and more if I can manage it. Six months seems like six years without you guys. Write back.
Hamato Leonardo