Chapter 10
The Storm in the Mist
As Raphael came out of the shower, drying off, Splinter sat at the kitchen table, drinking some green tea.
Mikey and Donnie also sat at the table while Leo restlessly paced. Don had some coffee, Mikey had cocoa and Leo's now-ice-cold tea was untouched.
As Raphael stood, waiting, Splinter said quietly," I had another dream."
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Walking in a grey mist, Splinter saw six people. The mist swirled around him, cold and seemed to be lit by moonlight. Curious scents came from each of the individuals.
A man, tall, strong, with curly raven hair, dark skin and violet eyes, smelled of wood-smoke and iron.
He looked straight through Splinter's eyes and declared in a deep baritone," My four daughters, I pass to you. I can no longer teach them. I can no longer be a father to them. They are in your hands now."
Next to him, the woman from his former dream, smelling of a wilted lotus bloom, looked at him, her silver eyes wet with tears as she begged," Nothing is as it seems. They may be free outwardly, but they are not and will never be. Your sons are the only ones who can free them…but it will not be easy. Please, I beg you, do not send them away. They are innocent and though rough in manner, gold-hearted…"
And last of all, the four maidens fell to their knees. They clasped their hands.
Wise Blue eyes looked into him with sorrow and pleading, her perfume refreshing, like rain-drenched lilies.
Burning Emerald eyes looked into him with anger and regret, smelling of bitter-sweet dark chocolate.
Innocent Silver eyes looked into him with panic and tears, her scent luscious and spicy, like wild island fruit.
And lastly, sweet Amethyst eyes looked into him with anticipation and hope, the sweet aura smelling like a desert rose in full bloom.
The man and the woman suddenly joined hands, becoming almost transparent to the eye as they chanted,
"Standing together, different as South, East, North and West,
But each unable to stand alone.
Warriors born, and trained by the best,
Standing for what is good.
Light, so anciently, has shone
Through their sisterhood.
Four they stand, unshaken,
Four, they weep, yet unbroken,
Four, they fight, untamable.
Four, they dance with joy undeniable.
Water, Air, Electricity and Sound,
The Elements of the Storm,
United and Unbound."
He smelled the rich, sickly-sweet smell of a dying water lily, and the man and woman completely faded from view. The four maidens stood up and raised their hands to the sky, their eyes glowing blue, green, silver and amethyst. Then, the mist swirled, thunder cracked, lightning flashed, rain began to fall as the wind howled….
***
Splinter looked up at them.
"I do not know what these dreams mean."
Raphael grunted.
"Huh, the only thing that happened in my dream is that she said she was captive by some enemy."
Donatello gave a start and exclaimed, "The girl in my dreams… she was a prisoner too!"
Leo shook his head, musing, "The girl in my dream was locked in a tower, and she told me she was trapped."
"Mine too…but she didn't say who locked her there…she was stuck, and I told her I'd help her…and I woke up." Mikey growled softly, angry at himself.
Donatello was reasoning through it all," They were all trapped…all in trouble… this can't be coincidence. It's too creepy."
Splinter thought about all these things.
Four young women.
Five dreams.
One asking him to help the young women.
The other dreams asking his sons for help.
Splinter closed his eyes, pondering.
Something was about to change.
He could feel it.
Soon, he and his sons were going to become part of a much bigger plot.
One, perhaps, that included so much more then their own dimensions.
Silently, he stood up and requested," Let us begin. Positions please!"
The four brothers all leapt to their feet, stances taken, as they prepared to train for the coming Battle Nexus Tournament.
***
The young woman watched the five warriors, unseen, trapped in a void they could not see. Her silver eyes were sorrowful, as her husband stood beside her, also watching with an expression of doubt and unease.
"Are you sure they are the ones, Imogene?" his low growl rumbled.
"Yes, Jeconiah, I KNOW they are the ones. They will not only break the curse, but they will take care of our daughters... i know it."
Jeconiah sighed as he murmured," I long for rest... I never imagined this curse would bring about our deaths. I'm so sorry, my love."
She smiled up at him, though sadly," It is not your fault, my love. Evil will always find a way to harm those who are good... but then, righteousness always prevails. This darkness will not last forever."
He kissed her transparent brow," My ever-hopeful bride. Perhaps you are right."
She frowned softly as she added," They will not know.. they will never know that it was us, who guided their dreams."
Jeconiah chuckled as he ruffled her silver hair. Though transparent, they could still touch each other, for which they were both grateful.
"Dearest, it doesn't metter. for now, we will continue to watch.. and pray that things go well."
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