A/N: It's been WAY too long since I've updated this story, but I promised my dear friend Pen-Chan that I would do this for her! So here it is at long last!

I OWN NOTHING!

Enjoy!

Chapter 14: To Overcome

Over the past two years that the turtles had been allowed to explore the surface world, they'd come across many lowly and dangerous people, the worst of them all being the Shredder. Even some of their fellow mutants had proven to be just as perilous, if not more so, than Shredder. They'd thought that the monsters from their world were very much a threat, yes, but they had become threats that the turtles faced on a near daily basis, and were slowly becoming easier and easier to defeat with every passing battle they fought. With time, there was no doubt that the four ninja teens would be powerful enough to strike fear into their hearts instead.

However, they weren't in New York anymore. And they were one brother short of a full team.

They were in a world where anything and everything was possible. The once unreal becomes very real. Small things were became big, and big things became bigger. Inanimate objects could easily be animated with the flick of a magical hand. Creatures that once seemed insignificant and harmless could kill you without so much as a thought, and with little effort.

The young ninjas had borne witness to such things first-hand…and yet, they were still unable to believe that an already powerful mutant from their own world had gotten stronger, as well as bigger, faster, and all the more deadly.

And out of all the mutants it could've been, it just had to have been Rahzar.

Cackling wickedly, the over-sized wolf creature darted across the snow and stone covered battlegrounds with near untraceable speed, slashing his way through the remaining fox soldiers and taking the unsuspecting warriors down before they could even had the chance to move, or avoid the sweep of his dagger-edged claws. His talons shattered their metal armor and pierced their exposed flesh, leaving them lying in the snow groaning and crying out in agony as they bled.

At the speed that the monster was moving at, and by the number of soldiers he'd already managed to injure, there was no doubt that he would soon end up taking out the entire Fox army within mere minutes. And once they were through, he would go after the villagers, massacring them until not a soul was left standing…the whole Fox Village would be stained with red…

But not if the turtles or Alopex had anything to say about it as they charged the beast head-on, their weapons raised at the ready. They were still weary from the previous battle against Bishop's Stone Soldiers, and Donatello felt as though he were on the verge of passing out from…whatever it was that had happened to him earlier, but none of that mattered as of now.

No matter what, they would protect what remained of the village with everything they had left within them.

Granted, this version of Rahzar was stronger and faster than the one that the brothers had faced in their world countless times before, but from the wild, bloodthirsty gleam in his amber eyes as he whirled on them and roared loudly in their faces, it was clear that he was far more unstable. It was almost as if whatever humanity he'd once had was completely gone now. They could use his madness to their advantage, and then take him down somehow…

Well, if they could actually get close enough to even land even one hit on him, that is.

With a pained cry as he was roughly thrown into the wall of one of the wooden huts, Raphael slid down into the snow and rubbed the back of his aching head with an irritated groan, before shaking his head to rid the stars dancing across his vision as he clambered back to his feet again. They'd been at this for too long now, and with Rahzar quickly gaining the upper hand and the four of them already tiring out, they were on the verge of losing. And whatever they were doing now was having no effect on the mutt whatsoever. They needed a new plan, and fast.

"Hey, Donnie!" Raph called out as he spun his Sais in his grip and prepared to re-join his two brothers and Alopex into the fray. "Now would be a really good time to do that rock thingy you did before!"

Grunting with effort as he brought up his staff to block the oncoming claws of the wolf man that sought to impale him, Donatello had just enough time to send his red masked brother a flat look. "Dude, are you kidding me?! I barely know how I managed to do that in the first place!" he cried, still fighting to keep the frenzied Rahzar at bay as Leonardo and Alopex charged the beast again from behind. "And even if I could activate those powers again," Donnie continued, "who's to say that I'll be able to control myself in that state?"

At that, any arguments that Raph had prepared to say were further silenced as he blinked once, staring at his brother as he struggled against Rahzar. Now that he mentioned it, his brother was right. When he'd first unlocked his powers, Donnie had been in a strange, trance-like state, with his eyes and the crest engraved on his shoulder glowing brightly. He'd practically laid waste to every single Stone Soldier in his sight within seconds…all because he was in a blinding fit of rage. And though Raph didn't want to admit it, the thought of seeing his little brother look like that ever again scared him…as well as the thought of him not being able to control it and end up going too far…

Whilst Raph was lost in thought, Rahzar had caught onto their plan to catch him from behind, and roared as he lashed out and grabbed Donnie by the face, whirling around as he tossed the screaming turtle straight into Leo and Alopex, sending them all crashing and rolling into the snow in a tangled pile of limbs. Throwing his head back, the wolf creature laughed. "Fools! Did you really think that you could defeat me?!" he chortled, his narrowed eyes glaring at them all conceitedly.

"Well…kind of…" Leo grunted from underneath Alopex's thick tail, which he blew out of his face with an agitated huff. Though the wolf man did have a point; there was no way they were going to beat him at this rate. He was just too fast, too strong, too...

Wait a second…

His eyes widening as he let out a faint gasp, Leo struggled out from underneath Alopex as he helped her and Donnie out of the snow again, watching as Raph leapt in to distract Rahzar with narrowed, calculating eyes. If there was anything the brothers knew about Rahzar, from this world or another, it was that he was easy to rile up, almost as easy as Raphael. And when he was riled up, the dog mutant tended to get careless and sloppy with his fighting, not realizing that he'd fallen into a trap before it was too late. Combine that factor with his obvious descent into madness…

Smiling widely, Leo nodded to himself before turning around to face Donnie and their vixen companion. They were covered in scratches and bruises from both this fight and the previous, but they were still standing. He hoped that they could stay standing for just a little while longer, just until they'd carried out his plan and took this zombie wolf down for good.

"Okay, I have an idea," Leo said quietly as he beckoned them towards him. The two of them nodded as they leaned in and listened closely. "We need to get him mad," Leo explained. "And I mean really mad. That way, he'll start trying to attack us blindly, and then quickly lose control of himself and tire out. All we have to do is keep ducking out of the way when he swipes at us –"

"And then that's when we take him down!" Alopex finished for him, her eyes brightening with hope as the three of them shared a grin. Finally, they had a plan. All they had to do was to get him angry… and keep him away from the villagers at the same time…

That shouldn't be too hard, right?

"Y'know, Leo," Donnie mused as he readied his staff once more with a glance over his shoulder at his older brother. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're starting to sound a little more like Mikey."

Bringing up his Katanas into a guarded position, a fond yet somewhat sad smile appeared on Leo's battered face as he turned to Donnie. "Yeah…I guess he's rubbed off on me," he said softly. The thought of his youngest brother, wondering what he was doing right now, how he was feeling…and if he was still alive, tugged at Leo's heart. But he forced those thoughts away for now, focusing on sticking to the plan and bringing Rahzar down for good.

And pray that they survived this world long enough to even hope to save Michelangelo in time.

His teeth grinding together, Raph fought to keep Rahzar's elongated claws away from his face with the hooked handles of his Sais as the beast drew closer, his massive jaws snapping at his face, dripping with saliva. His feet slipping against the snow despite how hard he tried to stand his ground, Raph's arms trembled as Rahzar began to overpower him. "Hey! If you dorks got a plan, now would be a great time to carry it out!" Raph shouted over the deafening barking of the wold mutant.

Much to his disdain, Rahzar began to chuckle darkly. "It's no use, little turtle," he leered. "There's nothing you can do that can stop me now…"

"HEY, ZOMBIE WOLF!"

His black ears pricking atop his head, Rahzar glanced over his shoulder to look at the purple clad turtle standing not too far away, his hands cupped around his mouth as he grinned widely, his brown eyes glittering with mischief. "I bet your brain feels as good as new, seeing that you never use it!" he called.

His eyes widening in surprise at the comment, Raph smirked loudly, though he knew he really shouldn't have. This was no time for jokes and banter…even if they were really good ones. What was Donnie thinking exactly? It was obviously something bad, if that gap-toothed smile was anything to go by.

Rahzar, on the other hand, was not amused in the slightest as a deep growl rumbled from the pit of his throat, his upper lip curling upwards in a dangerous snarl as he let go of Raph and rounded on Donatello instead. "What did you say to me, you little wretch?!" he snapped, taking a threatening step towards the lanky turtle, but he didn't seemed fazed in the slightest as he continued to grin up at him unwaveringly.

"Hey, mutt-face!" called another voice from Rahzar's left. He spun around to find Leonardo with a smile similar to his younger brother's on his face. "Is that your face? Or did your neck just throw up?!"

His fur bristling as the three turtles burst out laughing, Rahzar roared as his anger lit up like a flame. "How dare you!" he snarled, darting towards Leo with his claws outstretched with killing intent. Snickering, Leo gracefully moved out of the way, causing Rahzar to miss and slip on the snow instead, landing face first into the ground. Scrambling back to his feet again, Rahzar roared again. "Hold still you little –"

A ball of snow was suddenly launched at him, and it exploded upon contact with the back of his head. Whirling around again, the wolf man found Alopex standing beside a befuddled Raphael, her arms folded over her chest smugly. "Hey, the warthog called! He wants his face back!" she spat.

And it was then that Raph finally caught on as his eyes widened, watching as Rahzar grew angrier at the insults his brothers and the vixen sent his way. They were riling him up. And he'd learned from experience (which he still needed to get back at them for) that getting angry made you lose focus. And when Rahzar lost his focus, this battle would be theirs! Granted, it would mean that they would then have to deal with a rampaging wolf man, but Splinter had once told them that rage was a fuel that burned quickly…and by the looks of it, as Leo and Donnie continued to taunt him, Rahzar was already running low.

Smiling widely, Raph turned to Alopex and planted his hands on his hips. "This plan is crazy...but I kinda like it!" he said.

Alopex smiled back, revealing her glistening rows of sharp fangs. "So do I, Raphael," she said. With a flick of her tail she dashed forwards, with Raph not far behind with his Sais bared. With any luck, this would be over quickly without any harm coming to the rest of the village. Because there was only so much one with a short temper could take before hell broke loose.

But little did the three turtles know that elsewhere, hell had already been unleashed…

Splinter had fought many battles in his lifetime, some being worse than others. When he was a young man, he'd faced off with the Tengu, earning the title of the ninja. He then fought alongside Oroku Saki in the army some time later, which had left the two of them with scars, both mental and physical, that would never go away. Another battle had been against the same man that had fought by his side ever since childhood, and he had barely escaped with his life…whilst his beloved wife had not.

He had thought that his hardest battle was against himself, debating on whether or not he should take his own life after he'd been transformed into what he was today…but the love of four baby turtles had helped him win that battle and continue living. Even the conflicts that later occurred as his sons grew older had seemed nothing in comparison to the ones that toiled and bubbled within his heart for years.

However, this particular battle was something else entirely, for he was no longer in the real world, nor in the spirit world. And he wasn't fighting against any ordinary opponent.

This time, he was trapped inside an endless dark void within the mind of a tortured teenage human, barely older than his four sons, and was fighting to protect him from the merciless wrath of a dark, mystical being that he couldn't even reach let alone touch.

Grunting with effort as he darted from side to side on all fours to avoid the blasts of dark, crimson energy, Splinter glared up at the husk of a man that hovered above him, leering down at him smugly through his dark spectacles. It was clear that this 'Lord Bishop' creature was truly enjoying this, though the old rat could not fathom why; if he ever managed to get close enough, Splinter would tear him to pieces without regret, which was not something to find amusing in the least.

Allowing himself a moment to stop and catch his breath as Bishop temporarily ceased his barrage, Splinter stood up straight and growled. "You display such power, and speak with such confidence," he called up to the floating man, "And yet you continue to hover above me like a coward. Are you afraid to face me?"

Blinking once, Bishop merely smirked down at the rat. "Me? Afraid of a mere mortal such as you?" he chuckled sardonically with a shake of his head. "No such thing. Of course, I'm well aware of your power as a master of ninjitsu, which is fairly admirable…but that does not faze me. No, I'm merely enjoying myself, watching you duck and roll as you fight needlessly to protect him."

Lifting a hand, he pointed a finger to the far side of the dark abyss. Splinter followed his finger to where the prone form of Casey Jones lay on the ground, having not moved even an inch since they'd arrived here. Just as before, the boy's freckled face was somewhat peaceful, his eyes closed and his chest steadily rising and falling. He appeared as if he were only dreaming…but Splinter's eyes narrowed darkly, for he knew that he was far from dreaming or being at peace.

He was already inside Casey's mind. He could feel everything that the boy felt, and much more; the anxiety closing in around him in this dark, foreboding space, the incessant pounding against his brain, the air being squeezed from his lungs, his heart beating far too fast…

And it was because of the man that hung over him that both Casey and his youngest child back in the physical world, Michelangelo, were suffering.

Snarling through his fangs, Splinter snapped his head back up to Bishop. "I do not care for 'entertaining' you, Bishop," he said, attaining a firm stance. "I will protect this child – all of my children – with all of the power that I possess. Even if it means that I perish, I will be sure that I take you with me!"

Bishop stared down at him for a moment, his eyes narrowed and calculating as he regarded the mutant rat that stood below him, ready to leap up at him and attack. It seemed as though this creature – this man – had far more spirit than he'd first thought. It would take more than simple blasts of his dark magic to take him down…

However, despite his strong, confident appearance, every mortal – man or mutant – had a weakness, a fear, that would eventually cripple him, until they were begging on their hands and knees to be spared. Casey Jones was a fine example of how even the bravest or boisterous of men would fall under the influence of their fears made flesh. And he was certain that this 'Splinter' was no different.

Smiling to himself, Bishop calmly folded his arms behind his back. "I see," he mused with a nod of his head. "I must say, I haven't come across one with such willpower as yourself in quite a while, Splinter…or should I say, Hamato Yoshi?"

Splinter felt his fur bristle at the mention of his true name, but he wasn't all that surprised that the man knew of it. He was a mystic being from another world…he must have read his thoughts, peered into his deepest memories…

"Very observant of you, Hamato," Bishop announced with a condescending smile, snapping Splinter out of the thoughts that the man had clearly read, and only added to Splinter's disdain for him. "It's true, I read your thoughts and peered into your memories. And I must say, your experiences are quite interesting…" Bishop tilted his head to the side, still wearing that irritating smile that irked Splinter to the core. "You truly love your so-called 'children', don't you? It would be quite a shame if something happened to them in your absence…"

His breath hitching, Splinter felt his anger boil inside of him. "If you dare lay a hand on my sons again…" he warned lowly, hissing through his fangs as the urge to tear his claws into his flesh became stronger. "I promise you that you will –"

Bishop chuckled darkly, interrupting Splinter as he shook his head. "Do you see now, Hamato?" Bishop probed, his smile vanishing as he then frowned deeply. "Your love for these turtles…it's crippling you, making you weak. Look at yourself; you are already at my mercy simply because I could easily destroy something that you cherish more than life itself, the only people you have left in your life to protect…seeing that you lost the other family…"

His eyes widening, Splinter felt the breath leave his lungs as red flashed across his vision. Flames encircled him, dancing around him tauntingly as the smell of burning wood filled his nose, suffocating him. And all around him, he could hear blades clashing, screams of pain and anguish ringing through his ears…a woman's pained cry…a baby's helpless wailing…

"Love is a weakness, Hamato," Bishop snarled, slowly lowering himself to the ground and stepping through the wall of flames so that he was standing in front of the rat, who was looking down at his feet with wide, unfocused eyes. "Love is all that's holding you back. It's what made you too weak to stand against Oroku Saki all those years ago. It holds all of humanity, all of mortal kind, back from gaining what truly matters; power, respect…and all of these things could easily be yours, and much more. Why risk your life countless times for the sake of four turtles? Why risk your life for the sake of a single human boy, when you couldn't even save a woman and an infant? Why must you lower yourself to care for them, when you can have –"

Splinter's head snapped back up to him, his eyes ablaze with fury, and the flames and screams instantly vanished.

For the first time, Bishop found himself caught off guard as the rat suddenly lashed out and struck him hard in the face with his fist, sending the man flying before landing flat on his back with a pained grunt. He sat up again, grasping his jaw and snapping it back into place as he glared at the rat through his smashed glasses.

"You greatly misunderstand, Lord Bishop," Splinter said, his voice threateningly low, but no longer enraged as he spared a glance over his shoulder, looking back at Casey, who remained oblivious to everything that was happening. His gaze softened as he stared fondly at the boy. "It is love that guides even the blindest of men towards the light of happiness," he said. "It is love that chases away even the darkest of fears. It is love that has kept myself and my sons alive for all these years. It is love that binds us together, even those who at first would have shunned us…"

Splinter turned back to Bishop, his brows furrowed and his stance ready. "And it is my love and care for these five children that will empower me to end this, once and for all!"

With that, Splinter charged at Bishop, who had only just managed to get back onto his feet before the rat was upon him, striking his face, his chest and his stomach with several hard, untraceable blows, before he was knocked back down to the ground again, his nose dripping with blood as he glowered up at the mutant towering over him.

Bishop could not believe what was happening. How could he, a sorcerer, be beaten by a mortal rat? He believed that love could empower him, help him to overcome the fears and tragedies of his past…what foolishness! It was impossible! Love was a mere mortal emotion. Love was a weakness!

Spitting out blood, Bishop slowly climbed to his feet again, glaring the rat down with murderous intent. "…going on love alone…is pathetic," he spat, slowly raising his arms as red energy flowed around him once more. "It is nothing compared to the power of darkness, compared to my power. Let me show you just how the dark magic of the Dark Mystic can –"

"Oh, will you just shut up already?!"

His brows knitting together in confusion, Bishop turned to his right, and wood filled his vision as a hockey stick smacked him in the face, sending him stumbling over unsteadily as he blinked away the stars dancing across his vision. When he righted himself again, he was taken aback at what – at who – he saw. "What?! It can't be!" he barked.

Standing beside the rat master, who appeared just as stricken as Bishop, was Casey Jones himself, with his hockey stick held firmly in his hands as he glared at the man, his shoulders trembling with rage and his breaths hissing testily through his teeth.

How? How had he woken up within this place? How had he overcome his spell? He was only a human boy; he had no power against him…unless…whatever Hamato had said earlier had given him the will to wake up, to overcome the spell by himself…

"Alright, whoever you are," Casey snarled, readying his stick for another hit. "Get. Out. Of. My. HEAD!"

Just as Casey swung, Bishop vanished in a thick cloud of red smoulder, disappearing into the darkness. Stunned, Casey and Splinter snapped their heads this way and that in search for the dark sorcerer, but he was nowhere in sight.

"You are a worthy adversary, Hamato Yoshi," echoed Bishop's voice within the void of Casey's mind. "It appears that you and the boy have managed to escape my grasp. For now, I will take my leave. But know that this will not be the last you see of me. I will return, when your spirit is finally shattered…and not even your 'love' will be able to overcome my darkness then…"

His low, ominous chuckle resounded in their ears, before fading away into nothingness, leaving the rat and the black haired vigilante standing alone in the silence.

It was then that Casey's knees buckled beneath him, and he toppled forwards with a tired groan as his eyes fluttered closed again. Instantly, Splinter reacted as he quickly stepped forwards. "Casey!" he called out. And just as the teenager fell into his arms, the darkness vanished in the blink of an eye. Startled, Splinter looked around him to find that they were now back within the sewer tunnels, and he was on his knees with Casey's head pillowed on his lap. Casey was fully adorned his gear once more, and his skull painted mask was on the ground beside them.

Splinter released a long breath of relief. They were safe, at long last…

"…ugh…where…where am I?" moaned a tired voice, and Splinter looked down to find Casey stirring awake in his arms.

Once his eyes had fully opened, they widened as he shot up into a seated position with a gasp. "Splinter?!" Casey cried, his breaths coming out in panicked huffs as his head turned from left to right. Where was he? How had he gotten here? What was Splinter doing here…?

And then the memories hit him.

The crazy, twisted form of his dead mother…that creature in April's clothes…the endless visions of his father, his little sister, the turtles, all dying by Shredder and his mutant goons…the demon rat…and then that strange man in the cloak…

Tears stung behind Casey's eyes as he turned back to face Splinter, who watched him with a calm understanding expression on his rat features. He lifted a shaking gloved hand to his face as he trembled. "…Oh…oh my god…Splinter…" he whimpered. "…those things…the monsters, the visions…my mom…"

He was silenced by Splinter's gentle hand on his shoulder, and he looked deep into his dark red eyes as he smiled down at him. "I am aware, Casey," he said softly. "I was inside your mind. And though I could not see what tortured you, I could feel everything that you felt. And I was there when you finally overcame Bishop's spell and reclaimed your mind. You were very brave, and for that, I am proud of you."

His hand dropping onto his lap, Casey stared at Splinter wordlessly for a moment, before he bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut. The tears finally cascaded down his cheeks, and he brought his hands up to cover his face as he began to sob uncontrollably.

In the next instant, Splinter reached out and gathered the young boy into his arms, holding him to his chest tightly with no intention of letting him go. It was true that Casey had been strong and brave when breaking the spell, proving himself to be as mighty of a warrior even within a different realm…but he was still a child. A child who had seen many, many horrible things in the past few hours. A child who was scared…and a child who needed all the love and comfort that Splinter could give.

"It is alright, Casey," he soothed, bringing up a clawed hand to stroke the back of Casey's head to ease his sobs. "There is no need to be afraid any longer. I am here now…I'm here…"

With another wild roar, Rahzar charged the turtles once more, his amber eyes wild with rage as he swiped at them, over and over, but continued to miss his targets by mere inches. They just kept taunting. They just kept dodging. And he just kept missing.

Finally, panting heavily as sweat dripped down his brow despite the chill of the air, Rahzar fell to the snow on his hand and knees. He was getting tired. Now, as the three turtles and the fox warrior gathered around him to strike him down, he was too exhausted to keep going. He had no choice but to admit defeat, and then death, by the hands of his enemies. And the truth was, in the very beginning, he didn't even want to fight them…

'Oh, we can't have that, now can we?' said that same, haunting voice within his head. 'How about we give you a little boost?'

And just like that, the weariness was gone. He blinked once, and then his eyes turned from gold to red as he shot up from the snow, tossing the four warriors away from with a single swipe as he threw his head back and howled. He felt stronger, faster, more powerful. Whatever that man had given him…he felt great.

From where they lay in the snow, panting heavily, the turtles and Alopex looked up in dread at Rahzar. What was going on? He'd been practically down for the count only moments ago! What changed? And why now, when they themselves were too tired from jumping around and dodging his enraged attacks to even get back up again.

"Guys…" Donnie heaved, his arms trembling as they struggled to support him. "This…isn't…good…"

"Ya think?!" Raph muttered from where he lay with his face planted in the snow beneath Leo, who couldn't even lift his head up anymore.

Alopex was no different as she laid there, her breaths coming out in tired, ragged gasps for air. This couldn't be happening. They couldn't be defeated, not yet. Rahzar was still standing, stronger than ever despite his earlier weariness, and the village was in greater danger of being destroyed. They had to get up…they had to keep fighting…

Something grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and hauled her out of the snow. She let out a high-pitched whine as she lashed at her captor's hand, only to be met with nothing but fur and solid bone. Soon, she was face to face with Rahzar, who chuckled sinisterly as she struggled weakly in his grip. "I've been waiting for this for a long time," he said, extending the claws of his other hand and bringing them to her throat.

She gasped sharply, leaning away from the claws as much as she was able, but even she knew that it was no use, and she squeezed her eyes shut. This was it. This was her end…she'd failed her village…she'd failed everyone…

Looking up from the snow, Raphael saw that Rahzar now had Alopex in his grasp, ready to put an end to her once and for all. His green eyes widening, Raph gasped. "NO!" he cried, reaching his hand upwards, but underneath his unconscious older brother, it was useless. "ALOPEX!"

Just as his claws were inches away from piercing the flesh of her throat, Rahzar froze. He blinked several times, and his eyes reverted to their original amber hue as he stared at the fox girl in his claws.

Wait a moment…did he say…Alopex?

When she realized that nothing was happening, Alopex slowly opened her eyes again to find Rahzar staring at her, no longer with hate and lust for murder, but…confusion? A hint of…recognition? She watched as he tilted his head to the side and sniffed her once, and then his eyes widened further.

"…Al…Alopex?" he whispered.

Her brows drawing together, Alopex blinked hard. His voice…it was deeper, and it rumbled oddly from the pit of his bony chest…but it was familiar. And his scent as she sniffed him as well…

It couldn't be…

"Release my pupil at once!"

Ears pricking up, all heads looked up and turned at the voice of a loud, commanding voice coming from the edge of the village. A large, cloaked form emerged from behind the wreckage of what had once been the Stone Soldiers, and stepped into the light of the setting sun. Intense, golden eyes glowered at the creature holding Alopex as the figure drew out a solid, emerald cane, pointing its tip threateningly at him.

Slowly, unsteadily, climbing to their feet again, the turtles gazed in wonder at the new figure, whom they noticed caused Alopex's eyes to light up with a joy they had never seen before. "…who is that guy?" Donnie asked breathlessly.

Grinning from ear to ear, Alopex dared not tear her eyes away from the cloaked figure. "It's him!" she cried elatedly.

"It's the Elder!"

A/N: *Le Gasp!*

I hope you enjoyed that! More chapters on the way! and why does Rahzar remember Alopex I wonder?