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Turtlephobia: A Guide

Part Two

Wrecking Revenge

The castle walls, the perched on high Asian styled monastery, the waterfalls that flowed beneath it. This was the peaceful and silent world of the Battle Nexus.

Without body, the shadow assassins swept the world, hiding every scrap of light there was. Here and there a blue beam shot as though a supernatural lightning storm, lighting up the figures of soldiers and warriors, all caught, shielding their eyes from the piercing blue light.

The shadow passed on, leaving stone statues in its wake.

The Daimyo's son, Ue-Sama, turned from his view of the invasion of darkness from the window. He hid under the covers of his bed in terror. "Drako's assassin guards ... b-but it can't be; Drako is dead."

Soon the darkness reached into his bedroom and he shivered. In the pitch-blackness, he heard a dark gravelling voice call out to him. "Come on out, boy."
Ue-Sama reluctantly left the security of his bed to face the assassin, "Lukrastus."
"So you do remember. Do you also remember the quest to find this?" From beneath the dragon's cloak he drew a sceptre, its blue power crystal glowed light into the world.
"The time sceptre!" The boy gulped.
"Yes." The giant creature brandished the staff. "You will come with me."

Gyoji was a stone statue in the hall. Ue-Sama shivered in the dark as he stepped along the flagstone floor to the throne room. His father stood, frozen in place, empty-handed before the throne.
"Father!" Ue-Sama's eyes filled with tears, "What have they done to you?"
"It's no good talking to a statue, boy." Lukrastus twisted about, throwing his cloak over the top of the Daimyo's head to reveal his red scaly hide. "You really were so bad at paying attention."
The boy looked about the room at all the statues. "You turned everyone in my father's kingdom to stone!"

"I persuade you to remember how Lord Simultaneous brought you back to life. You are standing there, while I have tried everything to raise Lord Drako."
Ue-Sama stared blankly back at him. "You're confusing me. It doesn't give you what you don't want."
"Fine," Lukrastus shrugged and pointed the time sceptre at him.

The blue light was blinding.

Lukrastus turned to the shadows around him. "We cannot raise the old master. Our Lord and Master, Drako is dead. I officially take his place." Lukrastus sat down on the throne. "Yutrass, Nutaki. We three are what remain of Lord Drako's close guard. We have failed, and we know who it is that must pay."

"The turtles," the assassins hissed together, two smaller red dragons materialised from the shadows.

Lukrastus looked at the time sceptre in his hand and pointed it at a space before him, to the right of the cloaked statue that was the Daimyo. "Four turtles," A window appeared showing the mutant turtles in training together.

"We will lose, Lukrastus, as our old master did." Yutrass complained, "We are three and they are four."
"I have the time sceptre!" Lukrastus roared, "We have gained control of the war staff, what more must there be?" Lukrastus huffed. "Yutrass, you have much to learn."
"Apologies, my master," Yutrass grovelled.
"Shall it be my responsibility to think of everything?" Lukrastus growled at them both.

Nutaki offered, "The old master would want them to suffer … a long painful sufferance."
"Yes," Yutrass agreed. "But they will kill us before we could manage it."
"Not if they were distracted." Nutaki mused.

Lukrastus tried pulling apart the puzzle. "We use one staff to create a distraction; the other staff would be spare to exact revenge."
"The turtles are trained warriors. They have competed in the Battle Nexus championships. Perhaps a distraction that they think they can fight." Nutaki suggested.
"What then?" Yutrass fretted.

"Your nervousness irritates me, Yutrass. Be silent," Lukrastus snapped. "We have as long as we need to find the answers." Lukrastus picked up the war staff and brandished it high in the air. "They have want of a fight? They will not fight us. Let it rain tengu on the turtles and their friends." He then set the staff down on the stand, the red power shone high up and through the roof.

Lukrastus stepped off the dais and addressed his subordinates. "Now, we follow the turtles, find their weaknesses and ruin them. We will revenge our old master's honour."
"I'll follow Leonardo," Nutaki offered quickly, "the turtle that refuses to die."
"That leaves Donatello to you, Yutrass."
"I?" Yutrass was stunned to the spot, "He has no weakness. Could I not follow Michelangelo?"
Lukrastus frowned, "Michelangelo is inconsequential, a butterfly in the wind. Perhaps you would rather to follow Raphael?"
"But one cannot be followed that has such a temper!" Yutrass cowed, "I will follow Donatello, my master."
"Then I will destroy Raphael." Lukrastus glared at Yutrass. "You will see how it is done."

"Earth, third world," Lukrastus pointed his staff and set the portal for them to pass through.