Hey guys, turtlechic13 here! This is the remake of a previous chapter that I took down so, just be aware of that. Um, happy holidays to everyone, since, you know, it's Christmas! Yeah, winter break! Anyway, R and R, enjoy and, of course, I do not own TMNT. They belong to their rightful owners and/or creators! The only characters I own are my thousands upon millions of OC characters'! Enjoy!
Wind blew through the luscious forest. Squirrels and Chipmunks quarreled over nuts, acorns and berries and hid their finds in their nests or hollows. Wolves sprinted across the meadows that were scattered across the large island, giving way to flowers of beauty and grace. The moon glowed overhead, its pale light and the stars around its shining face giving light to the night.
On the peak of the largest hill stood a marble temple. It looked to be new yet it had stood there for fourteen million years, unyielding to the elements of the earth and sky. Fire blazed in metal stands at the entrance, one on each side. This temple was an old temple were the inhabitants of this island, Light Island, had prayed and worshipped to the spirits that had created life in the world that was once a dark and cold void of nothingness.
The marble temple had a fountain of water inside. Its water shimmered as moonlight streamed in from the open ceiling above, the moons pale face wavering on its surface. Legend told that the water held in the fountain was no ordinary water though. It was told that it was water taken from the streams of the spirits, were no mortal had ever gone unless they had died. If ever destroyed, the spirits would be able to feel it within their life forces, were it might even destroy one of them. The legend was told as a myth though, yet it seemed too realistic in the eyes of the civilians.
A shadow suddenly stretched across the fountain, the moons face shining brighter in the shadowed water. A figure stood in the entryway of the temple, the silhouette unmoving and still. The figure started to walk into the temple, its emerald green eyes yielding no sign of emotions. Its arms hung loosely against its sides, yet feathers softly billowed up from where two long appendages stretched from its shoulders to the ground. Its feet struck the ground with a small clicking sound. Where feet should've been was a pair of talons, the claws hitting the ground softly. The appendages connected to its shoulders were soon discovered to be wings as the figure stepped into the gaze of the moon.
The human-like bird stood for a few mere moments in the gaze of the light, a small smile showing on its beak. The bird, human-like, wore a red tank-top with low-cut shorts. Its feathers were red with black tips, its body a bright red. The human-like bird stared into the ancient fountain, its reflection wavering in the spiritual water. The birds head was like a cardinals, black feathers curling around its eyes from the tip of the back of its head to its beak and emerald green eyes.
Using the five feathers at the tips of its wings the bird gripped the edge of the marble fountain, leaning over the water and staring at its reflection even closer than before. The water seemed to shimmer for the slightest moment, another older image of the bird on its surface, before it showed the reflection of the figure once more. The human-like bird growled in frustration.
"Stupid fountain!" the human-like bird shouted, the voice female. Her words rang through the temple and reverberated off the marble walls, bouncing back at the cardinal. "All you ever do is show me the same image over and over! Why can't you show me something else for once!?" The female's voice cracked on the last word, tears filling her emerald green eyes. With a shaky voice she kept going. "All I want is answers. Can I not even get that, or does fate distrust me more than I think."
Of course, the fountain did not respond. The cardinal chuckled before looking down at the marble floor. Her bright red and black tail twitched irritably as thoughts and memories raced through her mind, some confusing her more than they should have. She sighed in defeat and turned to walk away when the fountain suddenly spoke to her.
"Nyra . . ."
The cardinal, Nyra, looked back at the fountain in surprise, her emerald green eyes scanning the fountain for answers. "H-hello?" Nyra turned her body to face the fountain, her eyes scanning the shadows for anyone else who might've followed her there. Her wings reached into the sky as she prepared to take off. Whoever was here was either here to observe her or get her . . . and she didn't want either one.
"Nyra, come closer . . ."
Nyra's attention turned towards the fountain, its surface radiating a soft blue light. Nyra walked up to it and looked down at its liquid surface. The water rippled as it spoke again, its voice soft angelic, like a mother. The red and black cardinal watched as the light grew stronger and more realistic, like a spirit passing back into the world of the living.
"Nyra, you no longer believe in us."
"No, no! That's not true! I-"
"Then why do you not see or take caution to the warnings in the dreams and visions we have shown you? You take them as only a mere fragment of your imagination, the life you wish you had, the life you think you remember."
"I do remember my life! I remember you spirits taking away my parents, leaving me stranded as a kid to a cruel world of nothingness!"
"Do you still believe us spirits of the light took away your family? Do you have proof that we ever did, that we caused the life you remember to be washed away forever?"
"Well, no, but, you can't have proof from something a ghost did! You did wash away my life and now I'm the one paying for it!"
Tears started filling Nyra's eyes, her vision becoming a small blur. Nyra blinked them away, unwilling to let the spirits see her tears. The blue light of the fountain lit up the temple, each shadow shrinking away from its gentle touch. The fountain as well seemed to drive the darkness out of the temple, like the Spirits of the Light were said to have done in The Dark War.
"Beware, Nyra . . ."
The light grew brighter as the voice from the water rose, its voice filling the ancient temple. Nyra backed up three steps from the fountain, her face showing a mix of confusion and fear. The fountain was illuminated with eight colors, each swirling and dancing in the air and colliding with one another: tangerine, bright orange, lavender, purple, fire red, red, turquoise, and royal blue. The colors illuminated the once only moon lit temple, turning it into a place of colors. The voice spoke once more, this time in an ominous tone.
"The time of Darkness's awakening is here once more! No animal, no living being will be safe from him and his demons! They will destroy anyone or anything that dares defy them! They will conquer all worlds and banish all light to the depths of the Dark Lands!"
Nyra's heart stopped at the last two words. The Dark Lands was the infinite abyss were all evil beings, all creatures of the shadows were banished to for all of time. They were the most vicious, vile, destructive beings of all time that had threatened the world before the light had come into power. If those beings were truly going to be released into the world again, then that meant the world really was doomed. The fountain still spoke though.
"But, in a week's time, four new animals will be transported to our world from a different world! The first one will come and after him three others will follow! With help from your people these four may just be able to defeat Darkness, once and for all!"
The fountains final sentence echoed throughout the temple, shaking its very foundations with its powerful voice. The temple was in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Nyra dared not to move an inch, frightened by the message the voice had just given her. Nyra had always wanted an answer, but she had never wanted this! The fountain still glowed a soft blue and the eight colored lights still danced and swirled in the open air, so Nyra expected the voice to talk once more. A voice did speak, but it wasn't the fountains voice.
"Oh, yes, the old prophecy of the final host."
Out of the shadows a figure suddenly strolled out. His voice was dark and deep. With every step he took a thud could be faintly heard as his heavy body was carried around on two muscular clawed feet. A pair of black and tattered leathery wings protruded from his back, each having a sharp, bloody claw sticking out of where the wing joint was. His tail whipped around as it trailed behind him. Small spikes ran down the length of his back and tail, ending on the tip of his tail. Dangerously sharp teeth grew in his mouth, some gleaming white and some blood-stained. His eyes were fully red with only a black slit. A small horn stuck out above his nose, four small spikes running up his head, the last one curling upwards slightly. At the back of his head a ring of nine spikes protruded from his scaly skin, each stained crimson. His scales were black, his spikes crimson red.
Darkness stepped into the soft glow of the fountain, his smile giving Nyra a cold chill up her spine and under her skin. His wings were folded in by his sides, but everyone knew that he could take off in a split seconds notice if he had to. His throat scales and skin rippled as he growled amusingly, his snake eyes never leaving the fountain.
The eight colors started whipping around violently, for they were either scared or trying to defend the fountain and its spiritual water. Nyra chose to believe they were preparing to fight Darkness if they had to. It comforted her to know something was brave enough to stand up to the dark dragon. In response to the reactions of the eight colors Darkness merely chuckled, thinking they could do no real harm to him. He was wrong.
Darkness started walking toward the fountain, his wings spread apart and his teeth flashing as he prepared to attack the fountain. The dragon suddenly lunged, his wings spread out and his maw open in a wide bite. The colors suddenly attacked. The two shades of orange attacked first, the long tendrils wrapping around his legs and dragging Darkness to the ground. The red hit next, the two working together to press his leathery wings against his body and wrap around the dark dragons' torso firmly, keeping Darkness from flying out. Darkness roared and growled in outrage, his body wiggling as he tried in vain to escape the colorful tendrils of light. The purple did their part as well, tying around Darkness's jaw and clamping his mouth closed.
The dark dragon flailed in the grasp of the tendrils, each color holding tightly to the body part they were wrapped around. All the while Nyra watched in awe, marveling as she watched spiritual lights power at play. That moment was destroyed in mere seconds though.
Suddenly, with a deep reverberating growl, Darkness used his strength to escape the binds of the six colors. He ripped them off his body, each one of them dissolving into thin air. Darkness roared in triumph, the temple shaking from its power. The dark dragon had let his guard down too soon though.
When Darkness finally stopped he was met with a painful blow to the left side of his bottom jaw. The dark dragon hissed in pain and looked up to see who his attacker was. His hiss turned into a growl as he spotted the royal blue and turquoise tendrils hovering next to him, both prepared to attack Darkness. Suddenly, with a small smile, Darkness's mouth lit up blue and purple. With a defiant roar he shot red-hot fire at the awaiting tendrils. The two ducked out of the way and attacked the dark dragon. As Darkness stood up the two tendrils used this time and hit the dragon with everything they had. One after another the colorful lights cut and wounded Darkness's body. Black blood spilled from open cuts and wounds, each drop slowly gathering on the marble floor. Darkness, having no time to retaliate, roared and swung randomly, yet he never hit his designated target.
Finally, the dark dragon got in a deathly hit. As the royal blue tendril swirled around Darkness's face after landing a blow to his jaw, the dragon lunged. In a single bite Darkness caught the tendril and bit down hard. The royal blue tendril dissolved into thin air, leaving only one more to deal with. Darkness turned around and with a sheer amount of luck caught the turquoise tendril rushing in for a strike. With a swift movement of his wing he skewered the colorful light on his claw. The tendril squirmed like a worm on a hook before going limp and dissolving like the rest.
Darkness chuckled and laughed maniacally, as he watched the fountains' light die down to a soft blue glow once more. The dark dragon folded his wings back to his sides and turned around, walking steadily towards the fountain. Nyra had hidden herself in the shadows as the fight with the colorful tendrils had raged out. Now she watched as Darkness, the most vile, ruthless, and destructive of all evil beings, sauntered over to the fountain and stared into its mystical waters.
"You've stood here for almost five million years," Darkness stated, his tone serious and dangerous as he spoke to the water. "But now, your time is up Prophecy Keeper. The darkness will defeat you all and the light will be no more!"
The back of Darkness's throat suddenly lit up blue and purple, smoke starting to rise out of the sides of his mouth. Suddenly, Darkness rose into the air. His wings beat downwards in a steady rhythm, keeping the heavy beast aloft. With a loud roar Darkness fired a beam of blue and purple light at the fountain. Simultaneously Nyra lifted off into the air and out the opening of the ceiling, lifting off into the air as she realized what was about to happen.
Nyra stopped and hovered in the air twenty feet in the air, the temple and island below her. She watched in fear and sadness as the temple lit up an astounding blue and purple light, the ceiling opening billowing smoke. Suddenly, with a ground shaking boom, the temple exploded. Debris flew everywhere along the hillside and peak, ashes and cinders dancing in the air while the smoke and wind lifted them higher into the air. Dust settled around the peak, along with ashes, flames, and debris.
Out of the shadows he walked out of them again. Darkness stood among the ash and debris of his destruction, watching as smoke and ash rose into the sky and flames danced across the hill and debris. Darkness smiled, baring his sharp teeth as he looked up into the moon and stars that took upon their positions in the sky. Darkness spread his wings and with a forceful downward stroke he lifted off into the air.
Darkness flapped his wings as he stayed in a hovering position, his eyes gazing out upon Light Island. The dark dragon sneered in hatred and disgust, watching as small nocturnal creatures carried on their normal lives. They gave no care or concern to the fact that one of their most prized structures was now destroyed and demolished to nothing more than flames and debris.
Darkness looked up into the sky, staring at the moon as it stared back at him. With a few downward flaps Darkness rose above the clouds, the moon and stars somewhat closer to him now. The dark dragon smiled dangerously and chuckled evilly, thinking of how much destruction and pain he could do to the light and all the people and animals that defied and fought his rule. With a final glance at the night sky, Darkness began his descent back onto Light Island.
"It's time you paid for what you did to me all those years ago Light Spirit. I'm not leaving until you're dead!"
