Melody sat on the futon in the room she now shared with her two sisters. After Clarissa had gotten them in, a maid named Jeminja had lead them to their new quarters and had helped them settle in. Jeminja was nice, just a little shy, and Clarissa easily made the bunny rabbit comfortable and talked freely about the goings and comings of the people in the castle. The sisters had a pretty good layout of the palace now, and after Jeminja took her leave Clarissa had Val take her to the castle's gardens, leaving Melody alone in the room. Getting up, Melody moved to sit in front of a vanity mirror, picking up a brush and running it through her blond hair.
She just didn't get it, things just didn't make sense. The new Daimyo was Shredder...right?, but nobody called him by that name, or even Oroku Saki, or that other name...the really weird one... Melody could never remember that one, and she just shook her head. She ran the brush through her hair again, musing on the state of things. The new Daimyo was The Shredder, but no one called him that...it didn't make sense! If Shredder was as evil as everyone said he was, wouldn't the whole kingdom be terrified by the mere fact their new ruler was Shredder? Wouldn't Shredder want the whole kingdom to know, just because they would be afraid? Shredder was a manipulator from what she had been told, wouldn't he want to incite panic and fear? Those were the easiest emotions to manipulate. Melody shook her head again, making her blond hair flutter out and come back down softly. Running her hand over her now soft hair, Melody looked herself in the mirror.
Nothing is making sense!
Melody let out a frustrated sigh. Why would he be trying to keep things under wraps like this? He used to own a multi million dollar company, or was it billion?, he certainly wasn't afraid of the spot light then. He craves attention like this, he craves causing distress and alarm, inciting confusion and panic... What changed things? Melody shook her head again, trying to dispel all her thoughts. She was a dancer, not a psychologist! Whatever the answer was, Saki or Shredder or that weird alien name, whatever his name, he seriously needed some mental help. Melody put her head in her hands and leaned against the vanity table. Think, Mel, what's the only difference between this world and our own? The answer was pretty obvious, he was actually alive here. He was supposedly frozen on a crater millions of miles from Earth's atmosphere in their dimension, but here, he was brought back to life by...Melody blinked, sitting up straight.
I'm an idiot.
A pure blooded idiot.
Someone had brought Shredder back to life, and that someone was obviously still pulling the strings. Whoever it was that wanted Saki alive and well was obviously masterminding this whole coronation thingie, and was somehow controlling The Shredder too. And that brought back the original question, who was this mysterious person? Who was powerful enough to bring a frozen blob of an alien back to life? Melody thought about the mysterious lady that had appeared to her mom all those years ago, the lady who had demanded the children be sent after the guys... Her mom's voice filled her mind, the prophecy of sorts coming like a voice over:
"The parents stay so the children can play. The next step forth, they must go north, to foreign lands in different hands. While parents fret and stay behind, lost, alone, and left blind, the children go, and go to find. What's lost to one, may once more be won, through different times, and unsung chimes. To find what you can't, don't rant, follow forth, due north."
Melody sighed, realizing she really had to stop doing that, and mused over the rhyme. They had followed part of it: Going to foreign lands and leaving their mom behind, searching to 'find'. They were in a different time, and as for the chimes...well Melody wasn't really sure what that was supposed to mean. Was it an actual bell? Or was it metaphorical? The blond decided she hated mystics with their cryptic messages. If it wasn't in the directions, Melody would have thrown a fit, a 'rant', a long time ago. This was just to insane! She was just a teenager for crying out loud! She didn't want to be a philosopher, and her head was starting to hurt as she tried to stop the flood of thoughts ranging from Why is Shredder never mentioned, only called The Daimyo? to the rushed thought process of Where's Donny? Are we going to find him? Is he even here? Is he alright?
She knew the Lord put her here for a reason, but as for now, she couldn't even tell where her story was going! Wasn't she supposed to have some inkling of what to do? All she knew was the turtles might be in the dungeon, and that was where she had to go.