Disclaimer: I do not own Ninja Turtles, blah, blah, blah, belong to 4Kids, blah, blah, blah, should make better dubs.

So, yeah, this is where I really start to get into my story. Here's where I introduce my two new characters, Cornelius B. Norrington and Penny. Enjoy!

It was a few minutes after the clock struck noon when the turtles and their sensei reached April's shop, and Michelangelo was already beginning to die of hunger. Of course, April kindly offered her friends to stay, but she had just received a call that her uncle, August O'Neil would have to stay for a while with a colleague of his from merry old England, so they would have to stay in the shadows for a while. Besides that, it would be a pleasant day for them. Of course, it would be fine up to the point when another story going on in the big city would cross their paths.

The streets of New York were of course filled with buildings and skyscrapers or sorts, literary a concrete jungle, and between these buildings weaved a maze of alleyways that held the most mysterious things by night, and some did not even enter by day. In a large open space in this web of inner streets, there in the centre was a sort of clubhouse large enough to house several children. And the several children without homes or parents called this place their own.

Little Penny was sitting quietly inside her bedroom fortress filled with as many books as she could fit with other sorts of mystical stuff while she read the pages of a book that told of heroes, dragons and magic. She darted her eyes back and forth from line to line with only candlelight to light up the pages under the blanket walls.

"The dragon's fiery breath roared across the sky with the intense heat of a thousand suns at the very call of his cruel master, the Black Sage," she read aloud, "The young warrior prince knew he was no match for the tyrant who tried to take over the land of the Sun Kingdom while he sapped away the enigmatic power of the next Rainbow Princess born within the Moon Kingdom. Still the young warrior would not give up hope and continued to fight after taking so many blows. He had to save the girl he loved and unite the kingdoms of Sun and Moon. As he stood, his Golden Sword of Light glowed within his hands with great power, and with it, the great beam of light shot out of his sword and towards the countering black magic of the evil dragon, and with its power, he—

Little Penny was soon brought back into reality when two boys took away her favourite book snickering.

"Hey, c'mon you guys, " Penny was cried, "Gimme back my book! Give it back!" Penny tried and tried, but the boys kept on teasing her and kept tossing the book back and forth between them.

"C'mon, Tink, it's just a stupid book," said one of the boys, "I don't even know why you keep spending your share of the money on those dumb fairy tales when you could use it for more food and keep the hideout hidden. If the cops find us they'll take us off of our streets and put us back in that crummy orphanage."

Penny glared at the boy, "Well, Spike, that's definitely tough talk from somebody who almost wet his pants that time when the Purple Dragons pasted by. By the look on your face, you looked like you were begging for the cops to find you." With that she stuck out her tongue at the boy.

The boy called Spike just glared at her and walked out of her bunk bed fort and she soon followed him after blowing out her candle. Each part of their hideout was divided for everyone within it with a much larger space for eating and watching the TV that Gadget managed to fix up for them and a little garden for Petal's flowers to grow. Penny of course knew everyone in their gang was called by their nickname, given to them based on their personalities. Spike got his name because he was the leader and toughest in the group; Gadget got his name because he was the smartest and the most handy with mechanics; Petal got her name for her love of gardening; and Penny was called Tink for short of Tinker Bell because of her love for fantasy and adventure—especially in books. The other orphans were playing games while some were sent out to sell some old junk or perhaps a bit of pit pocketing. They of course didn't mind. With no school or adults to order them around, they managed to create a good society of their own and to them, life in the big city was an adventure.

Suddenly, Petal came rushing towards Spike, completely out of breath. "Spike," she cried, "We've got someone here outside of out secret entrance. I don't know who it is, but I bet it's a big, scary Purple Dragon!"

Spike just rolled his eyes. "Oh, quit you're whining, would ya? If any stinking Purple Dragon comes on our turf, they're gonna get it."

Quickly, everyone at the clubhouse rushed for the secret entrance door that to people on the outside would look like a pile of wooden junk. If any child from the group was there, they immediately said their password when given and always checked for any spies or policemen. However, the man that Petal saw was definitely no child, so it was up to Spike to see who was waiting outside.

Slowly, he pulled open the little hole used for spying on the outsiders, but it was too small for him to get the best look, but he knew for sure it wasn't someone from the gang, though he could see for certain it wasn't a police officer.

"Look, buddy," Spike said, "This is our club, so you'd better get out of here or else!"

Whoever was on the other side, they sighed. "Listen, Spike, we've been through this a gazillion times. If you would just tell me the secret password already, I wouldn't have to keep doing this, got it?"

"I'm not telling you nothing!" Spike boasted, "If you want to get in here, you're going to have to—

He was cut off as soon as the man broke through the door, knocking Spike off of his feet, but the kids cheered when they saw the man, who they all knew and named his as the Purple Dragon Slayer.

Casey Jones got down and embraced the kids as soon as they ran up to him and started to give him hugs of affection. Penny of course gave him the biggest of them all, since she loved him like a real father figure. For fighting the Purple Dragons in the streets, they honoured Casey as a hero, and for their gratitude he managed to offer them any food, money or anything else he had on him to help them survive in the city. Spike of course was the only one hot headed enough to stand up to his father-like authority figure equally.

"Hey, we had to find a lot of wood to build that secret entrance way," Spike yelled, "You'd better not ruin it!"

"Who're you, a contractor?" Casey replied with a smirk, "And besides, you gotta remember I'm doing all of this stuff for you guys, but if you get caught stealing, I doubt I'll be able to help ya. Nobody else knows about this place but me, and we've gotta make sure it stays that way."

"I kinda doubt you're the kind of person to talk about responsibility," Spike replied.

"You're pretty much as hot-headed as 'fearless leader' over hear," Penny agreed, while Spike glared at her, "Have you got a lady friend setting you straight?"

While Penny smirked, Casey couldn't help but blush as he thought of a certain redheaded woman. "Uhh…well, I'm surprised you're talking about that kind of stuff! You guys are only eight, y-know!" He just decided to quickly give them the things they need.

He handed over two grocery bags with food, a few dollar bills and coins, a few more blankets and some fans and solar panels for their electricity. He thought it was quite funny how Gadget reminded him so much of Donatello. He even brought a pack of some seeds for Petal's garden, where of course his kindness made her blush. When he was done, he waved good-bye and crawled through the secret entrance.

About an hour after Casey had left, Spike decided it was Penny's turn to go out and see if there was anything good to steal or sell, despite Casey's warning about not stealing or else getting caught. She was always excited to go out to explore and have adventures in the city. Before she left, she took with her in her traveling bag some of her favourite books, a deck of cards if she ever got bored, some food if she got hungry, and even a pocket knife in case she ran into big trouble. With that she pulled on her aviator cap with the top cut off so it was more of a headband and her bright red scarf for the cold day, and soon she was off.

When she got into town, she was disappointed to find no new books had come in yet for her in the old bookshop, but she still admired all of the beautiful things inside to cheer her up. She had been quite busy before in the junkyard, looking for something valuable, but without any luck. She even tried to pick pocket, but Casey's warning was stuck inside of her mind, and everyone around her was always alert. She began to walk home with her head hanging low in disappointment, when she spotted many people sitting together with signs in their hands and many valuable things on a stage. Since she was young, she didn't know it was an auction. There was an old man on stage that said he was a professor who studied archaeological artifacts in Britain and came to New York to auction off some old things he had that were of much value. Penny could tell he was British because of his old gruff accent. But the one thing she could not keep her eyes off of was the one thing he was now holding in his hands: a sapphire fairy amulet. To her it was weird that people were suddenly getting up and raising their signs and saying prices, but it seemed like no one was going to get it. So before the gruff old man could decide on the highest bidder, Penny ran up to the stage, jumped for the amulet, and ran has quickly as she could. If she had known how an auction worked, she never would have done it, but now she was hoping to outrun the gruff old man and add the pretty amulet to her collection of fantasy items.

People were watching with a quizzical look in their eyes as a mischievous little girl was running for her life from the old man and the police as they chased her down with the old man continuously calling her a thief and a pest and all sorts of names. Casey was just on his motorcycle when he saw what was going on and recognised Penny immediately and slapped himself in the forehead. He tried to be responsible for them and they weren't listening to him already. Then again, he was just like that when he was eight. So he had no choice but to race them until he got ahead of Penny.

"Penny, look out!" he cried

He stopped the motorcycle in time to catch Penny before she tripped and snatched the amulet for her hand. She looked down in shame, knowing she was going to get punished for sure. But before Casey could speak, the old man took the amulet back and lifted Penny up by the ear. She began hollering in pain.

"Well, I believe that takes care of that, " the old man said with pride, "By George, just what does this little scallywag think she's doing?"

Casey knew he had to something. He knew this guy was going to be trouble. "Look, buddy, please, just go easy on her, will ya? She's just a kid. A lot of kids do stupid stuff when it comes to bright and shiny things."

"Balderdash! If you were any kind of father, you would have taught this girl to be a proper lady a long time ago. Americans these days…"

Casey was dumbfounded at that "father" comment. "Okay, dude, first of all, I'm not her father, and second—

"Now see here, 'dude', I'm not here for fun and games. I was just finishing an auction of some very old and valuable treasures in my family and soon I'm meeting an old colleague of mine and his niece, so you'd better—Oh, good heavens, look at the time! I have to hurry for the meeting. I suppose you're responsible for this young girl, are you?"

"Well, you could say that, but—

"Alright, then you're coming with me!"

Inside the antique shop, April was catching up with her uncle about what had happened since she and Donatello rescued him from the cannibal reptilian world and showing some of her best antiques on sale. The turtles and Splinter of course were keeping to themselves in the shadows. Professor August already knew of their existence since meeting Donatello, but his friend was about to show up any minute, so they didn't want to take any risks. Suddenly, the door of the antique shop opened with the old man carrying Casey Jones and the orphan girl by the ear.

"Oh, Cornelius," August said with a bit of awkwardness in his voice, "This is a bit of a surprise of you…bringing guests with us."

When April turned around and saw those same guests, she gave one in particular the same look. "Casey?"

Casey just looked at her in embarrassment. "Yeah, uh…this really isn't the best time to talk abo—ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

The old man known as Cornelius cleared his throat and paid no attention to his "hostages". "I apologise for the intrusion, August, but these two were giving me quite a hard time in the streets." He turned from Penny to Casey. "This little whippersnapper in particular nearly stole a precious amulet of mine and this abominable brute seemed to be trying to defend her. I'm afraid I will have to close my auction early for this."

Soon, he let Casey and Penny go, but left them to land on the floor with a big thud!

Afterwards, the old man introduced himself as Cornelius B. Norrington and April invited them upstairs for some tea, though she made no eye contact with Casey for a while, only because of awkwardness.

In April's living room, Cornelius, August, April, and Casey were sitting together with tea and snacks while Cornelius talked about some of the artifacts he studied in the UK as well as some of the old antiques he possessed. Casey just sat there completely bored, but tried to not to show it. Michelangelo and Raphael were just as bored, since they couldn't do anything while they waited for Cornelius to leave.

"Man, does this guy ever shut up?" Mikey whispered.

They were talking in hushed whispers even though they were told many times to be silent, but it didn't stop Penny from hearing them, thinking maybe they were robbers or ghosts. Quietly, she opened the door to April's bedroom, and the turtles were forced to stay quiet and hidden.

"Alright, Mr. Ghosts," Penny whispered bravely, "You'd better come out of Miss April's room or I'm going to have to make you come out."

Mikey could help but chuckle. "She thinks we're ghosts."

Leonardo and Splinter were soon forced to cover up his mouth while Penny turned their way. They were hiding in the closet, and when Penny opened it, they managed to get up a little higher. Raphael would've given him a smack over the head if he weren't in another corner.

"I know you're in here, and I know ghosts don't like the light, so you'd better go away or else."

There was a lamp right next to her and even that would blow Raphael's cover. He started swinging his arms as to make sure she didn't go anywhere near it. But no matter how much he silently whispered her to move, he was losing his patience.

"Kid, move it!"

Suddenly, as his voice grew, the lamp suddenly exploded and luckily, Penny managed to duck before she was hurt by any exploding pieces. The whole room was now lit up when April and the others rushed into the room, but at least it gave them all the chance to hide in the closet.

"What is the meaning of this?" Cornelius screamed. "Good lord, that lamp looks like the Blitz in here."

April picked up little Penny with her jacket covered with the stained glass pieces of the lamp. "Penny, the light was off. Did you trip over the wire by mistake?"

"I sincerely doubt that, Miss O'Neil," Cornelius replied with a scoff," Once a trouble maker, always a trouble maker."

"I didn't do it, honest!" Penny screamed when she saw the awful look in Casey's eyes, "It was these ghosts. They snuck in you room and they made the lamp explode."

April knew Penny must have been referring to the turtles without seeing them clearly, but doing more damage to the lamp than simply tripping over the wire seemed confusing to her.

"That's it, I've had enough with this nonsense," Cornelius exploded, "I'll be taking my plane back to England soon, and when I do, she's coming back with me to a good, disciplined orphanage. Mr. Jones, there's no point in hiding the fact this girl is an orphan and I shall quickly take her off of your hands for both our sakes. Miss O'Neil, August, I bid you good day."

And with a huff, he left out of the door, leaving Penny the slowly burst out in tears. Casey just sat down looking glum while April and her uncle just looked baffled.

"Sorry about that, April," August said, "He's very easy to set off like that."

With that, they slowly decided to act like it never even happen and have Casey introduce Penny to them, with Penny quick to apologise.

On the day Cornelius was leaving for England, the turtles and sensei watched them begin to leave on August's private plane for his world expeditions, taking April and Casey along after they agreed to come with him in exchange for all the trouble that had happened. The turtles wished they could join them, but they didn't want to get caught up in any more trouble. But little did they know they would become the very centre of an unexpected expedition.

"I'm sorry I almost got us caught, guys," Raph said quietly, "I never expected to make that little girl pay for it."

'Cornelius is pretty much as hotheaded as you, Raph," Don chuckled.

Raph just growled. "Well ya know, if Mikey hadn't made so much noise, we never would've been suspected by that little orphan in the first place. Ain't that right, you bonehead?"

Michelangelo was standing right next to Raphael, but he didn't reply. As the wind passed through him, he stared at the plane silently.

"Mikey?" Raph called.

When he saw his brother staring at the plane, he soon realised Michelangelo was not in thought but in a trance.

"Mikey, are you all right?" Leo asked.

His voice could not be heard. None of them could be heard. The wind was whispering a million voices into his head. So many soft but powerful voices danced in his head that not even Raphael screaming the word "pie" to the top of his lungs into his ear penetrated he voices. Then the voices turned into a hypnotic commanded of calling, and they were directing to the plane.

Suddenly, Mikey was dashing off to the plane at breakneck speed without being aware of running in the open. His brothers and father carefully had to follow him, telling him to stop. Just then, a man was walking right toward him, but then they crossed paths, the man walked right through him.

His family gasped. "Did you just see what I saw?" Don said quietly awestruck.

"You'd have to be blind not to see that," was all Leo could reply.

"All I know is Mikey has a lot of explaining to do," Raph growled with the intolerance of confusion.

Carefully, Leonardo, Donatello, and Splinter followed Raphael into the cargo hold where Mikey enter the plane. When they got inside without anyone seeing them, they managed to see Raphael hitting Mikey over the head.

"Ow!" Mikey cried, "What the shell did you do that for, Raph?"

"Listen, Mikey, you've got a lot explaining to do about bolting off into this plane!" Raph growled.

"Bolting off? What're you talking about? I didn't…Uh…why am I in a plane?"

Raphael was about to hit Mikey again when Splinter stopped him. "My sons, that is enough of this!" He sighed. "Even since these mysterious dreams occurred, you've all been acting very strangely."

"Sensei, what are you talking about?" Leo asked.

"Leonardo, it was not only you who had those mysterious dreams. Your brothers have each have these dreams earlier than you had that night."

"Even you, sensei?"

Splinter shook his head. "I do not know what sort of presence has entered your minds, but it is effecting you greatly in strange ways, and—

Suddenly, he was caught off when four strange shadows flew out of the ground and made their presence know. They had no specific shapes to them and they each had different. One smelt like seawater, the next of sandy dust and vegetation, another of fresh air, and the last of burning smoke. When Splinter tried to defend his sons, he punches and kicks went right through them, but they had no trouble with their own. He was sent flying right into the wall.

"Guys, we have to protect Master Splinter!" Leo cried.

As they circled around their sensei and drew their weapons, the shadows charged and the turtles, prepared to defend. When they tried to strike, however, their weapons went right through, sending then back against the wall when they were open for attack. When Donatello struck the one of vegetation scent, however, he sent it flying into the crates.

"Guys, I've figured it out!" Don cried, "There's specific ones that each of us can only fight. I don't know why, but whatever they are, we have to make sure they don't reach the cockpit!"

The fighting went on for several hours, but luckily, they managed to keep track of the ones they could each only fight thanks to their scents. However, they knew that shadows weren't suppose to have specific scents to them, but they were fighting with magic, so they would have to get some answers soon enough.

Meanwhile, it was a quiet ride for the others. Casey and Penny sat with the same gloomy face, but luckily, Penny managed to receive forgiveness from Casey, so no one had to get in a fight. While Cornelius began to reassure Penny of how great it would be to live in Britain, they began to hear noises from the cargo hold. When August set his plane on autopilot, they went to see what all the noises were and saw the turtles fighting with the strange four shadows.

"Good heavens!" Cornelius screamed, "What the devil is going on?"

When the turtles turned to see them, the shadows slithered right by them and right into the controls, shaking the plane and moving it way off course. August tried to move the controls, but it was stuck.

"It's no use!" he cried, "I get a hold of the controls!" Then he was sent flying onto his back as the controls exploded and the plane was tipped into a nosedive at the speed of light.

"This isn't good!" Don cried, "We're all going to crash!"

As they all huddled together, the four turtles were soon caught in a bright wave of light and energy, and then, everything went black.

My gosh, this was longer than I expected. Uhh…so, yeah, cliffhanger. (gets into the special cliff-hanger-hater-proof dome) Don't worry, I'll have the next one up soon. But since this was so darn long we might have to redefine soon, so R&R.