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Story takes place roughly after the 2003 series, season 4's episode; Prodigal Son.
Chapter One: Her Father's Daughter
A strong hand gripped the girl's arm with enough strength that it hurt, bruising the skin.
The girl was gently set back on her feet and brushed off. "Are you hurt?" The man asked; he had to ask, this girl didn't cry the way normal children do.
"No." The girl replied. It was true, other than her arm when the man had caught her she was uninjured, but her throat and face burned with anger and embarrassment. She had been working on a tumbling routine that was designed to improve her balance, but she kept falling off the balance beam. This time her father had caught her, but when he wasn't around she hit the floor a great deal.
"Haru tells me you have been practicing for hours, it is time to rest." Haru, whose job it was to watch the girl when her father was not around, stood in the corner holding a tray loaded with tea and a light snack.
"I should keep practicing, master! I still do not have it right!" She ignored a faint rumble from her stomach and hoped he had not heard it.
The man placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, "Of course not, this is an exercise designed to take many weeks to master. I would not expect you, or anyone else, to succeed in less than a month."
The girl frowned and glared at the floor. The advice made sense, but she hated the thought of not being able to do something. If her father did not think the routine could be mastered in less than a month then she was determined to succeed in that time frame. Not to prove him wrong but to prove him right for choosing her, in rescuing her from the streets and in raising her as his own.
There was a gentle pressure on her shoulder, "Come Karai."
Karai stood at the window, her face was stone as she gazed through the glass; her eyes shifting from the sky, to the night-time city lights, and back to the sky. A moment passed where she could only gaze at the faint stars above. Her father was somewhere up there. He might not be truly dead, but without any way to rescue him he might as well be.
Banished to some ice-covered rock out in the coldest reaches of space, all because of those mutants. All because of Leonardo. Because they could not let her father leave in peace he had been banished, marooned. Then they had deprived her of her vengeance, and finally Leonardo had dishonored her father's memory further by destroying the statue Karai had erected of Oroku Saki's public likeness.
Taking her eyes off the faint stars of the sky, Karai set them once again on the city below. She did not know where, or how, but the turtles where out there somewhere; alive. Leonardo had told her as much.
"Leave my family alone!"
How could she harm them if they had indeed been killed? They still lived. Leonardo would not have let her live if she had managed to kill even one of them.
She thought of her beloved father.
She thought of Leonardo.
She let the hate burn.