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It had been four years since Raphael had accidently hit Beomia, and things had gone back to normal. The girl was sat atop a bookshelf, a pile of blankets wrapped around her to create a nest. A pile of books sat to her right, and a larger stack to her left. A book was in her hands, and she read through it slowly.

"Beomia?"

She looked over the edge of the shelf, "Up here dad."

Raphael looked up at her and smirked, "Mind if I come up Flower?"

"Only if you don't call me that," She rolled her eyes.

He chuckled, climbed up the side and sat down in front of her, "Watcha doing?"

"Reading," She sighed and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Oh no, don't tell me Alopex got to you."

Without setting down her book, Beomia smirked up at her father, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"She tried to force me to read the entire library too."

Beomia scoffed and tossed him a book, "Speaking of which."

He laughed and caught it, turning it in his hands, "Who are you reading?"

"Alexander Hamilton."

"That's a stripper right?"

Beomia laughed and kicked him, "Dad! You're so weird!"

"What? Isn't he?"

"He's a founding father of the U.S. you old fart."

Raphael grinned, "Who you calling an old fart, pipsqueak?"

Beomia shook her head, "You're so lame."

"Where's Jason? I thought he was playing with you?"

Beomia lifted one of the blankets to reveal Jason, passed out with his book discarded into the 'read' pile.

"Yes...playing…" She rolled her eyes.

Raphael smirked and reached into his belt, pulling out a slip of paper.

"I got stopped by E'ro'chk."

"Of course."

"She says you haven't gone over there for a whole day so she's basically dying. This is her formal request."

Beomia took it and saw four o'clock written on it. She snorted and tucked it into her book to keep the page.

"Hey dad?"

"Yes?"

"I've wanted to ask for a while...I know you don't want to talk about it...but what was mom like?"

"What makes you think I don't want to talk about her?"

"You weren't even planning on telling me what happened-I had to get it out of Armaggon."

Raphael sighed and leaned back, "What do you want to know about her?"

"Well...do I look like her?"

"You have her hair...and her eyes," Raphael smirked, "Her nose too."

Beomia looked down at her teal color, which she assumed she got from the mix of her mother's tan skin with her father's green shade.

"How did she act?"

Raphael smirked, "She was very happy-there was always a smile on her face; even in the worst moments. And she had a great sense of humor."

"Armaggon said she was badass."

"Hey, no swearing," He glared at her for a second before smiling again, "She's the strongest woman I know."

Beomia smiled and turned to Jason, tapping his shoulder.

"Wake up."

"Huh?"

"Come on, wake up you butt."

Jason sat up slowly, "Sup Beo?"

She rolled her eyes, "Don't call me that."

He smirked and turned to look at her father.

"Oh, hey uncle Raph."

"Hey kid," He chuckled, "She's been making you read?"

"Yep," He sighed, "Beo, I'm bored."

"Let's set up the zipline again."

Raphael gave her a deadpan look and she smiled to herself.

"Can we?!" Jason gasped.

"No," Raphael turned to him.

"You suck the joy out of everything," Beomia teased and sat up, setting her book beside her, "I'm gonna go."

She patted Jason on the back and gave Raphael a kiss.

"Love you dad."

Beomia picked her book back up and leapt down from the shelf. She made her way to the stairs and started heading up, deciding to go to the throne room and see if Ninjara or Armaggon were there.

Once she arrived at the orb room, she was met with the odd sight of Donatello and Alopex trying to push the orb back on its pedestal.

"Do you need help Uncle Don?"

He huffed, "That would be great."

She set her book down and walked over to them, setting her hands on the large boulder and pushing.

The stone let out a loud groan as it tipped over the edge and crashed into the large ring on the ground that held it upright.

"Thank you," Alopex turned to Beomia and patted her head, "You are very strong for a fourteen year old."

She smiled, "Thanks."

Donatello turned to the orb and pulled off a long vine, "By the way-E'ro'chk wanted you. Sounded important by the way she said it."

"She told me to come at 4:00," Beomia looked down at the paper in her book.

Alopex set a hand on her hip and smirked, "It's 4:35."

"Shit!" Beomia gasped and picked her book up off of the floor, "Sorry for swearing! Love you!"

Donatello chuckled, "You do realize that it's 3:30, right?"

Alopex turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, "You already know the answer Don. It will take her thirty minutes to get there, and knowing her she would have left for E'ro'chk at 4:00."

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Beomia knocked on the door, "Hello?"

It swung open and Shiny grinned down at her, "Hello Dete!"

"Hi Aunty! Sorry I'm so late!"

"Late? You five minutes early."

Beomia's eye furrowed and she shook her head, "Okay then."

"Come in Dete! E'ro'chk and I have life-altering news!"

The platinum blonde-haired girl giggled. Her aunts used 'life-altering news' very often-when in actuality it usually meant E'ro'chk found a new baking recipe or Shinigami found a new string of beads to put on Klunk.

Beomia stepped into the room and Shiny shut the door behind her. The witch spotted her book and smiled.

"Alexander Hamilton?"

"Ya."

"I just finished reading him last week. How far in are you?"

"About half way. Who are you reading now?"

"Elton John."

Beomia laughed, "Nice."

E'ro'chk burst from the kitchen and wrapped her tan arms around the girl.

"Muejiza! How has your day been?"

"Good. I've been reading."

The banshee smiled down and her and brushed her fingers through Beomia's hair, "You are such a smart girl."

"Ya...but I accidentally swore in front of Dad, Alopex, and Donnie."

"What swears?"

"Shit and badass."

"Dang It," Shiny sighed.

"What?"

"It's only worth getting excited over if the swear is 'fuck'."

Beomia laughed so hard she dropped her book, "Aunty!"

"Enough of this though," E'ro'chk chuckled, "I have important news! Come on."

E'ro'chk and Shinigami practically dragged Beomia through the kitchen and to the couch in the next room.

"So child, I have something amazing to tell you. Be ready though, it might be hard to believe at first-"

"-Yes, and we trust you and-"

"-Well we need to tell you first and-"

"Calm down," Beomia chuckled, "What is it?"

E'ro'chk took a deep breath, "It's about your mother."

"What?! What about her?"

"She's alive."

Beomia practically leapt from her seat, "Where is she?"

"Calm down Dete, let me explain," Shiny patted the chair and Beomia complied, "I have a friend named Renet. She is a Time Lord. As you know-the job of a Time Lord is to write down everything that happens. There are practically an endless amount in order to do so."

"Okay, and…?"

"And she happened to come across the monster holding you mother captive in her writing. Your mother is alive."

"Well...can we help her?"

Shinigami sighed, "I'm afraid the journey to the monster would take years upon years."

"Why did you tell me?"

"It was right to alert a family member before anyone else...and if Raphael new...we are worried he might get angry."

"Why would he be mad?"

"How do I put this Muejiza?" E'ro'chk sighed, "Your father exercises high levels of…"

"'Pissyness'," Shiny cut in.

"And denial."

"Why would he want to deny her being alive?" Shea frowned.

"If he feels guilt to be giving up and sitting around instead of journeying to find her while she was held prisoner."

"That's not his fault."

"Of course it isn't Dete," Shiny sighed, "But he doesn't know that."

"So...when are we going to go help her?"

E'ro'chk and Shinigami shared a look.

"What?"

"Dete…" Shiny sighed, "I'm afraid we won't be going."

"What do you mean?"

"It is so far away...and incredibly dangerous-"

"-Not to mention that in order to beat the monster we would have to have the sacred lyre in our possession," Shinigami added.

"I-" Beomia started, but froze.

E'ro'chk saw the momentary glimmer in her eyes and sighed.

"Your lyre is not the sacred one."

"I know."

Beomia not-so-secretly harbored the idea that perhaps it was, but she knew deep down that it was just a childish allusion.

"We can't just leave her there though!" Beomia stood.

Shiny got up from her chair too, and she carefully set her hands on the girl's shoulders, "I know Dete, but there is not much we can do, and-"

"-No!" The platinum-haired girl shoved her aunt away, "I'm not giving up on her. She didn't give up on me-she sacrificed herself for me before I was even a few months old!"

"Muejiza, please-"

"What did she look like?"

"Raphael never told you?"

"He did, but I want to see what she looks like!"

"I can't-"

"The phone! There are photos of everyone here except for her. I don't believe it! Give me the phone."

E'ro'chk sighed and picked it up from the table behind her.

With only one cell phone and a group of people, everyone had certain days when the phone was 'theirs'. There were photos of everyone in the library on it, but there weren't any with her mother.

Her aunt handed her the device and she opened it.

"Where did you put them?"

Shinigami frowned and reached over, clicking on the photos app. However, she scrolled all the way down and used her fingers to carefully pull the photos up so that the screen was blank at the bottom. The phone went black for a second and a number pad came up.

"It wants a password-what's the password?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why the hell not?"

"Donatello hid these photos for a reason. Raphael insisted that we delete them, but we all agreed that we shouldn't get rid of the memories. So we hid them."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"If you figure it out-I know you'll tell him, or he'll find out on his own. He will get incredibly mad."

"I won't tell him! I just want to see what my mother looks like!"

"I cannot show you Dete."

Beomia growled and shoved the phone into her pant's pocket, "I'm taking this. If you won't tell me, I'll find someone who will."

"Muejiza please," E'ro'chk took her hand gently, "This is not how I want this to go. Please sit back down. We can-"

"No!"

"Dete," Shinigami raised her voice, "Do not use that tone with us. Sit back down right now and stop acting like a brat."

Beomia walked out of the living room and through the kitchen, going towards the doorway.

"Muejiza please," E'ro'chk reached out a tan arm.

"Screw you."

"How dare you!" Shinigami scolded her, "Apologize right this second."

Beomia turned to her, "What was that thing you wanted to hear earlier? Oh ya. Fuck. you."

The door slammed, and Beomia was gone.

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"I just can't believe it!" Beomia growled and held the phone out, "Can you imagine? Not letting me see photos of my mom?!"

Armaggon was sitting on the ground in front of her, deathly silent.

Beomia continued, "And I know you had no idea, so I mean-you share my anger right? Like you agree this is ridiculous?!"

Armaggon looked up to see her waiting for an answer.

"Look...kid...I gotta tell you something. But I need you to take a seat."

"Okay...why?" Beomia complied and lowered herself to the floor.

"I...I was the one who decided we shouldn't show you pictures of your mom…"

"What? What the hell Armaggon?! I thought you were my friend!"

"I am kid!" He looked up, "I did it for you. Last time your dad got really mad he punched you across the room."

"It was my fault! I stepped in front of the punch!"

"He shouldn't have been throwing a punch in the first place."

"If I remember correctly, you were in that fight to."

"Yes I was; and it was the dumbest thing I've ever done. It put you in danger and I've regretted it ever since. Imagine if I hadn't stopped in time...I could have killed you Beomia."

"Well I don't know why you feel guilty; obviously you don't actually like me-or you wouldn't have kept this a secret."

By the time Beomia had stood back up, Armaggon was already on his feet.

"Don't you ever say that kid-I love you, alright? I did it to protect you."

"Bull shit," Beomia tucked her phone away, "I can't trust anyone. Not you. Not Shiny. Not E'ro'chk."

"You don't mean that kid-you're just mad-"

"-I hate you."

"What?" Armaggon looked up, "Y-Y-You don't mean that."

"I do," Beomia turned and walked off, "Dumb fish."

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"Dad?"

Raphael looked up from his spot on the floor, "Hey Flower."

"Can I sit with you for a second?"

He squinted up to her and nodded. Once she sat down, he looked at her, "What's wrong?"

"Why does something have to be wrong?"

"You didn't correct me when I called you Flower."

Beomia chuckled and looked down at his hand.

"Dad! Are you reading...a book?"

He laughed, "Guilty."

"Who is it?"

"Amelia Earhart."

"You are so typical."

He laughed.

"So...I have to talk to you. Promise you won't get mad?"

"I ain't promising anything," Raphael joked but saw her serious expression and sighed, "I won't get mad. What's up?"

"So...you know the phone we all share?"

"Ya."

"There are hidden photos...of...of mom on it."

"What?"

"I just found out...they said you wouldn't be able to handle it. They didn't think I could either. But I figure, if we go to them and show them we're okay with it-then they'll tell us the password to see them."

"No...no...no!"

"Dad? What's wrong?"

A fire grew in his eyes and he turned to her, "Where's the phone?"

"In my pocket...why?"

"Give it to me."

Beomia almost did, but she saw the anger in his face.

"What do you want to do with it?"

"Just give me the phone!"

"No."

Raphael stood up and growled, "Give! Me! The! Phone!"

He reached over and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up to her feet.

"Ow! Dad, you're hurting me!"

"Give me the goddamn phone!"

"No! You'll break it!"

He raised a fist, "So help me, if you don't-"

"Get off of her!"

In a flash Armaggon was on top of Raphael, throwing him across the room.

"Muejiza! There you are!" The banshee ran over.

"E'ro'chk! What's happening?"

"There was a reason we didn't want you to tell him Dete," Shinigami pulled her away.

"What's happening to him?"

"When the demons took your mother, they cursed him. They'd hoped you'd anger him and he'd accidentally kill you. We didn't tell you-we didn't want you to be frightened!"

"So that's not him getting mad?"

"No," E'ro'chk pulled her away, "But we must go!"

"What about Armaggon?"

"Armaggon is fine! We need to get you out of here!"

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Beomia stood up and carefully walked around the grotto in her room, stepping outside into the throne room. She had been put on bedrest one or twice before-including back when her father accidently hit her. Each time, Alopex ended up guarding her bedroom door. And each time, the seraphim fell asleep on the job.

Beomia heard a clicking noise and turned to see E'ro'chk sitting on the floor beside the throne. The banshee was flicking a lighter open and closed-staring at the flame.

"E'ro'ck?! I was just...ah...checking to make sure-"

"-Come over here Muejiza."

Beomia sighed and walked over.

"Sit."

The golden-eyed girl did, and looked at the lighter in the Banshee's fingers.

"Your mother used this to kill the reaper she was after."

"Kaalee?"

"Yep," E'ro'chk nodded and closed it.

She turned to the girl and set the small metal object in her palm.

"E'ro'chk? What-?"

"I want you to have it," She smiled, "For luck."

"Why would I need luck?"

E'ro'chk sighed and leaned her head against the throne, "I'm afraid everyone here is guilty."

"Of what?"

"Of...of trying to keep you down here."

"Oh my god. No Aunty-I didn't mean anything I said earlier-"

"But you are right Muejiza. It is not our right to tell you what to do with your life. We were so busy protecting you...that we didn't care if we hurt you doing it."

"I like it here E'ro'chk, really."

"I know you do...but you-you and your father-will not be happy until Shea is returned. And we know she is alive. So…"

"So?"

"So if you'd like, you may go try to find her."

"Really?!"

"Under some conditions."

"What are they?"

"I come with you."

She looked up and smiled at Armaggon, "Really?"

"I'll protect you no matter what kid."

"Anything else?"

"You may not tell your father you are leaving," E'ro'chk sighed, "No saying goodbye."

"Why?"

"He may get mad and hurt you."

"Oh," Beomia sighed, "Okay. Anything else?"

"You must leave tonight-before your father suspects anything."

"You mean, like...now?"

E'ro'chk nodded.

"What should I pack?"

"We're going to purgatory. Bring only essentials."

"Okay."

Beomia disappeared into her room and appeared seconds later with her lyre and Phoebe in her bag.

"That was quick," E'ro'chk commented and peeked into her pack, "This is all you want to bring Muejiza?"

"This is the only stuff that I own."

E'ro'chk frowned and hugged her, "I am sorry Muejiza."

"Well...and this," Beomia pointed to the necklace E'ro'chk had given her-which never left her ankle.

"And this."

Beomia turned to look at Kala as she came down the stairs with a present in her hand.

"It was for your birthday," She smiled.

The girl took it. A silky cloth with a peacock feather pattern was wrapped around a heavy object. She slowly unwrapped it to find a copper bracelet with a large compass on it. She pulled it on and watched as the copper wrapped around her arm multiple times. It didn't connect with a clasp, but the end of the bracelet had large orange stones on it.

"To find your way," Kala smiled.

Beomia hugged her, "Thank you."

E'ro'chk smirked and watched as Shinigami walked over and handed the banshee her staff.

"Good luck Dete," The witch smiled.

E'ro'chk tapped her staff to the floor and a portal opened up, "This will bring you to purgatory. You must head to the city of Remin. From there, it is a two year journey to where the monster lives."

"How far away is Remin?"

"Many years," E'ro'chk nodded her head, "I cannot get you the entire way."

"You sure about this kid?" Armaggon looked down at her.

She nodded.

"Alright."

"Wait! Beo!"

Beomia rolled her eyes as Jason rolled down the stairs of the throne room and bounded towards them.

"You can't leave Beo!"

"Beomia."

"Whatever-you can't go! Who will I spend time with?!"

"I have to save my mother."

"But-"

"Some things are above you Jason," Armaggon rolled his eyes.

Still in shock from seeing the statues moving for the first time-Jason looked up through wide eyes and gulped.

"Then let me come with you."

Kala gasped, "Jason! You are not going anywhere near Purgatory."

"But I'm ten now!"

"I don't care how old you are-you're not leaving this library."

Michelangelo sighed and kneeled down to the floor, resting his hands on his son's shoulders, "This is just somethin' you aren't ready for kid."

"Why is Beo ready?"

"Because she's older than you."

Jason spun around to look at his cousin, "Beomia-you know I can do it!"

The light green girl looked down at him carefully, "It's not up to me. You forget it's a whole other person for Armaggon to look after."

"I have no problem taking care of the Miniature Banshee. I doubt he can outsmart me."

"No! No! Why are we even considering this?" Kala pulled her son away, "He is not going to purgatory."

"Honey-we knew there was a good chance our kid would leave the library at some point-there's no life for them here."

"Yes-when he's an adult. And he'd go to Earth where he has family members."

Beomia shrugged, "I think he can come. He called me by my full name-he's being serious."

"No," Kala growled.

"But daddy said I can," Jason frowned.

"Hold on kiddo-if your mom says no, you can't go," Michelangelo shook his head.

E'ro'chk cleared her throat, "I can't hold the portal open much longer-are you two going through, or not?"

"Yes."

Armaggon turned to her, "Come on then."

Alopex walked up to her and handed her a piece of paper, "It took me forever, but I knew I kept this."

Beomia looked down at the small laminated picture, "Is this her?"

The young woman in the photo had golden eyes and white hair.

"She looks like me."

"You are her spitting image."

"Thank you Alopex," Beomia looked up and smiled at her aunt, "I love you."

"Aww," The seraphim knelt down and hugged her, "I love you too dear."'

Armaggon looked down through his amber eyes, "Ready to go?"

"Yep."

The large shark statue stepped through the portal first.

"Goodbye Muejiza," E'ro'chk smiled.

"Bye aunty."

"Bye-bye sweet Dete," Shinigami hugged her.

"Love you Shini."

The little girl carefully tucked her photo into her bag and stepped through the portal.

"What are we to tell Raphael?" E'ro'chk sighed as she started to close it.

Klunk leapt down from the higher floor and let out a loud meow, before leaping through the closing portal after Beomia.

"Klunk!"

Jason gasped, "Don't worry-I'll get him!"

Michelangelo leapt after him, "Jason no!"

The little boy jumped through the opening, and it closed.