Hey everybody! Sorry I haven't been around to update my stories. Two main words: homework and YouTube Especially YouTube. I decided to start writing another TMNT plot that's been in my head for a while, and the biggest inspiration was when I was working at dance camp for a week with an African theme to it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT. If I did, I would have finished the Ninja Tribunal season before showing the Fast Forward episodes. The only characters I own are Prof. Cornelius B. Norrington, Penny, and everyone and everything on the mysterious island of Thear.
The seas, the lands, the skies, and the molten fiery heart of Earth have always been the key essential elements of the world, within these elements a kind of magic that holds all of its life together. There have been things the world hides; sacred knowledge never meant for human eyes for its own good lay hidden, impossible to reach. A secret island hidden away from the world at the intersection of the equator and prime meridian contained such magic of the world, magic so great yet terrible.
The bright full moon of the night shown its bright ray of light, as it lay directly above the tribal village of the island. The dark sky's twinkling stars glittered so bright; the black smoke of the tribe's fire couldn't block them out. The men, women, and the elderly of the tribe sat quietly around the fire, waiting for their elderly High Priestess to awaken from her trance in her deep meditation. The younger members of the tribe were sent to bed with the even younger children, but they still secretly watched from behind the curtain doors of their wooden homes. Even in this silence, the High Priestess could still not silence the voices in her mind that contacted the great spirits of the dead that guarded their island to explain their sudden calamity. It was after when the voices silenced that the High Priestess awoke from her trance with shocking gasps and cold sweat all over her face.
The tribe began to speak to each other once again in hushed whispers, but they soon ended when their king silenced them.
"Great High Priestess," the king said in a deep voice, "What have the spirits of our sacred island informed you about our sudden problems?"
The priestess continued to breathe slowly. "Our dry farmlands and sudden sicknesses…" she whispered in her old voice, "The landslides and great storms of rain, thunder, and lightning above…they are not mere coincidence. I'm afraid the great form of the darkness of the afterlife has risen to the mortal world once again. The great demon goddess has plagued our island once more after tens of thousands of years."
The once silent whispers of the crowd now became uproar. It was so loud and shocking, the young had to keep the younger children from screaming in the sudden anxiety. It was them the king had to end the voices once more.
"SILENCE!" he shouted through the crowd with his big booming voice, "The whispers of out guardian spirits do not lie. Our sudden and deadly plague must be because of the curse of the demon goddess who has upset the natural order of the world. However, where there is despair, there is also hope. The great coming of evil has also prophesied the coming of our Spirit Gods, meaning new incarnations have been chosen. The chosen ones of water, earth, air, and fire shall soon be guided by destiny here to this island and vanquish this evil for good."
Everyone soon rose to his or her feet in cheer. They had been told the great prophecy from their fathers and mothers, and they learned from their fathers and mothers, and so on. Their island was in great need of help. Such curses were never placed upon them before, which could only be the work of evil. But the Earth was their home and the guardians of the four elements were their protectors. They knew all too well that greater forces were at work and that soon their great prophecy would come to pass.
The elderly priestess stepped forward. "It is true that the Spirit Gods will be lead here by fate, but consciously, they are not aware of their own power. It shall be I who shall awaken that power and summon them to our home."
The High Priestess soon urged the king and his subjects to follow through the jungle path surrounded by the most ancient tress and silent nocturnal animals. They walked down the moonlit path to the open clearing where their great temple stood at the foot of their ancient volcano. The High Priestess soon went alone to the top of the temple, the summoning point, while the rest of the tribe stayed with their hands clasped together and their heads bowed, while chanting an old incantation too complicated to write as a way of sending their spiritual charisma to their all-knowing priestess. Once she was up top, she began to chant the same incantation but much louder with her arms to the skies as the symbol below her feet began to glow.
With this summon, she pleated for the Spirit Gods to awaken and guide their incarnations to the island. The God of Water to float in the sea; the God of Earth to walk across the earth where the trees and rocky canyons rose; the God of Air to soar in the skies with the winds to dance with the clouds around him, and the God of Fire to rise and race with the tall embers that surrounded him, racing like the blood in his veins. With the priestess's calling, the incarnations of the Spirit Gods would soon awaken in one of the greatest cities of the outside world.
Freezing to the bone with cold sweat all over his body, he began to shake and toss and turn all over on his bed, mumbling words of terror and confusion. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to wake up. He had to burst his eyes open. He had to scream. And so he did—at the cost of grabbing the rest of his family's attention.
"Yo, Leo, are you okay?"
Leonardo began to breathe a little better after hearing the voice of his brother Raphael. His other brothers, Michelangelo and Donatello were up looking down at him as well. Soon, his father and sensei, Master Splinter entered his bedroom as well.
"Leonardo, my son," the kind rat said, "Are you all right?"
Leo nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, really." He clutched his head in pain. "I just had a bad dream, that's all."
Soon, his own hand was removed by Donatello and placed his own hand on his forehead. "Well, it doesn't feel like a fever. You just need a good breakfast to get you started and soon you'll forget all about it."
"Would wittle Weo wike anything else?" the goofy Mikey asked in a joking tone.
Raphael took care of him with a large smack upside the head. "All right, if you're gonna act like that so early in the morning, then I'm gonna have a lot of punching practice."
"Enough, all of you," Splinter said to them, "You will unleash your morning energy during your training. Your brother needs space so he may recover. Now out!"
The rat forced his other three sons out in a hurry and soon Leonardo felt well enough to get up. However, he could still remember the dream so clearly. It actually felt like neither a dream nor a nightmare. It also seemed like both together. Whatever it was, it seemed to call out to him in a way he couldn't understand.
It was a beautiful, crisp morning in New York City. Beneath the sewers of the bustling town, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were training in their underground lair, which of course was part of their daily routine. Now that Leonardo was up and had eaten his breakfast, he was ready to give it his all like his brothers. As the fearless leader of the group, he was always the most focused and the most disciplined. Today, however, he suddenly felt different. He seemed to be caught in a daze for no apparent reason. He felt swifter somehow, and whenever his brothers did score a hit on him, he suddenly didn't feel as much pain. His brothers felt the same. Raphael suddenly felt a whole lot stronger than he use to, Donatello felt more endured and grounded, and Michelangelo was so quick on his feet when he jumped, it looked like he could defy gravity all together. When they were done, they bowed to their sensei and sat silently.
Master Splinter looked at his four sons in a silence mixed with wonder and confusion. "I am very impressed with your training today, my sons, very impressed. You have improved your skills greatly, and yet I sense something different in you now that wasn't there before—something new, yet mysterious."
"It's not that serious, sensei," said Leo," We just haven't been feeling like ourselves lately."
"Maybe we just need some time to relax a bit," Mikey suggested, "You know…up top, in New York, with good air and delicious pizza and burgers…"
Five seconds after lunch and Michelangelo was already begging for food. It just goes to show that anything different about him would be news to them.
Splinter sighed. "Alright, then. I suppose with all of your progress it would be good to go up to the surface for a while. But we must ensure we are safely in the shadows. Donatello, you may go ahead and call April if you like."
The turtles grinned like mad. It had been quite a while since they went up top. Thanks to the great progress in their training though, they needed a break. With a sigh, Splinter was left alone to help make some green tea for him and April while his sons began to grab some things they might like to bring.
After gathering some experiments he'd like to try with April, Donatello dialled her number on his Shell Cell to see if she was able to let the guys over. They knew she would always welcome them to her house. Once the cell started to ring, Donatello prepared to speak, but suddenly, once he blinked, a wave of visions suddenly swept over him. The visions in his mind were basked in a pool of colours, but he could see sudden shapes: sandy beaches, wide cliffs atop of a forest of tropical vegetation, and a structure of an ancient temple ruin. He felt so close to it; he could smell the sweet scents of the rain forest. Once he heard April's voice the phone, the rain forest turned back into his home.
"Hello," April cried on the phone, "Is that you, Donny?"
Shaking his head, he put the Shell Cell to his ear. "Oh, uh, hey April. It's me. Not much to talk about."
After talking to April, he hung up the Shell Cell and took his stuff with his father and brothers. Once they got on their way, Donatello turned around to the lair to see if what he just saw was real. Once Raphael called out to him, he shook his head and followed.
Okay, not much, but I did my best. So make sure to review and expect the next chapter, where I'll be bringing my OCs into the mix. See ya!