*****Midnight / The lair*****
The Lair was always quiet at this time of night. Sleep had covered the lair like the aquatic torrent of a typhoon. All the turtles were asleep in their own places. Don was asleep at his folding bed in his lab; Leo was asleep in his futon that had gone slightly yellow from overuse; Raph was in his hammock, tattered with age and missing tethers from the weight of the sleeping mutant; Mikey was asleep in his old moth-eaten bed. The fluff from the bed volcanically flowed from the seams so much that the mattress seemed stricken by a famine, ribs of springs showing through the skin of the mattress.
But while in the world of the living the lair was quiet, the world of dreams was rich with screams and horror. Mikey was having a nightmare. A nightmare that would change the turtles meagre lives forever.
*****Dream*****
The mountains were tall, tall and peaked with the most crystalline of features. One would almost say these mountains were completely frost, crystallized from thousands of years of influence from the aqua scaled avionic beings that lived to the south.
Here Mikey was alone, face to face with a shadow with magma eyes. The being stared at Mikey opening its boiling bloody maw, "Your world shall come, and it shall enjoy a catatonic fury that only death knows." Mikey shivered, what did this charred mass mean 'a catatonic fury'? Mikey had a dread feeling of the being and its message, still as cryptic as the being's existence. The being then let out a chuckle and melted into a molten mass, which in turn went as a tsunami towards Mike, melting the flesh from his bones and muting his mourning eagles cry of pain.
*****end dream*****
Mikey woke up to the sweltering heat that his panicked nightmares had caused. His manic heartbeat went with the speeds of a tornado, blood boiling as a hot steam bath. The horror of the nightmare, unknown to Michealangelo had a deeper meaning, deeper than Mike could ever imagine. If Mike had known what was about to take place in the next few months he would have understood the menace's coded message.
*****somewhere else*****
"Soon, soon the world will fall. Father shall reign supreme over these pitiful flesh-sacs. The Blue's misuse of sorcery's energy is damaging the world. Energy that I, a superior breed shall harness to fulfill his wishes." The shadow lurches and rustles as it speaks "Father's coming shall recreate this world in a wonderful burning glory, a purification that will allow a new ruling race. The brood of Deathwing shall be all and everything!"