A/N: This is a redo of my first fanfiction from a few years ago. I just downloaded the app and am figuring things out with a few mistakes in between XD. I used to do this on a computer not a phone don't judge me lol. This first chapter is just for some background on my character, she meets the turtles in the next one.

This story takes place after the last season of the 2012 universe.

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I took a deep breath of the crisp Autumn air that surrounded me, it was the kind of air you felt deep in your lungs, the kind that made you notice every gap in your clothing as it reached your skin. The exhale was even more refreshing as my breath clouded in the breeze, taken away into the distance.

I looked down at my left, a husky's gorgeously eager blue eyes meeting mine. "It's a great day for hunting isn't it, pup?." I joyfully said to my dog, Dovender. Her face was beautifully framed by her red color and it only brightened her eyes. She gave me a wagging tail and I pat her head with a bright smile.

From where we stood up on a ledge that hugged the mountain side just below the peak, our farm house could be seen. The log siding was a rustic orange topped with a dark green metal roof- smoke waved out from the chimney and crossed the horse pasture before dissipating into the trees beyond. The house fit into the land, cushioned by the fields and then surrounded by hemlocks. Forming this valley for our home were several mountains that met sharply with sky. Their jagged rocky peaks void of trees were peppered with fresh snow.

It certainly was a breathtaking view no matter how many times one saw it. The rising sun spiced the land with an orange hue, even the air seemed to take on the color. The snowy peaks would soon reflect the light like a bunch of beacons. What a place it was, I was lucky to have grown up here. Thankful to my ancestors for having chosen this place. Some of them indigenous and some of them prospectors from the east; they chose quite a home no matter what.

We started our roots here back in 1896 when the Alaskan gold rush started. My great-great-great grandparents were heading to Alaska in a horse drawn buggy from Boston. They didn't have much to their name; with little money and an unblessed marriage, they headed into the untamed Wild West.

As its been told my great-great-great-grandfather and grandmother, Arnold and Ruth were madly in love. He was from the inner city of Boston working as postage boy and she was a simple farm girl out by the Berkshires. The two fell in love at first sight on one of Arnold's postal runs. However Arnold's parents didn't want their son to marry a dirty hillbilly, and Ruth's parents didn't want their daughter with a man who didn't know how to hunt. So the two ran away at seventeen years old on Ruth's horse. How they acquired the buggy and other things has always been a questionable story. But we all know they ran wild with the cowboy gangs of the West for a while. We have old black and white picture proof of them with a gang! Regardless, with minimal skills and a dusty old map that's framed on our living room wall above the fireplace, they made it here to the panhandle of Idaho. They only stopped because Ruth fell pregnant with my great-great grandmother, Mabel. So they settled down, built a big house, had six more kids, housed traveling outlaws and frontiersmen, started a farm and now we're here.

My mother, like many of the people who took this land, was mainly English and German but still a down to earth American mutt of many heritages. She had this gorgeous orange-blonde hair, although graying, it added the beauty of wisdom to her appearance. A somewhat long face completed with a sharp jaw gave her an air of sternness about her. She was sweet as apple pie very contrary to her look.

My mother inherited the house and farm as her mother had done before her. She then married my father who is half Nez Perce and a skilled surgeon from Boise. He travelled for work a lot but he spent many days teaching us the ways of the woods and making sure we respected the land the way our ancestors had. He was opposite in comparison to my mother: he had a shorter rounded face with fierce cheekbones and soft but dark tone to his skin, he looked like a sweet approachable man. At times he could be but he was strict and strong in his will. You could not sway his decision like you could mom, he was the stern one. He was very good to us kids, but if you screwed up... boy you'd know!

This farm and house has its stories. Nowadays there's five more kids occupying the the place: Brady, John, Vance, James and me. I'm set next to take the house as the only and or oldest female child of the family. A tradition my family followed since day one. It was scrutinized back in the day, as usually land went to the eldest male. Brady often joked he would convince mom to change the tradition and give the deed to him, being the oldest, but he was never serious. He knew and we all knew I'd always have the doors open to all of them when it was my turn.

My siblings and I were a rowdy crew, we were never home, always in the woods. Brady is twenty and always took charge, he has a natural feel for being a leader. John being eighteen and my twin, was the just the male version of me: quiet and hot headed. Vance who was sixteen was extremely intelligent but rather socially awkward. James was our little brother coming in at twelve, he was a goofball and very out going.

By looking at us you could see we were all related, we all shared the same roundish face shape with strong jaw lines and small noses. However the rest of our genetics were a random mix and match. We all had freckles except for Brady and we all had a naturally tanned skin in varying tones except for James who was white as could be, poor boy burned in the sun right quick. Vance was the blondy, James had near jet black hair, Brady had this light brown hair and John somehow came out a full blown red head while I only had a few ginger highlights mixed into my dark brown hair. Then we all had blue eyes that varied except for Vance who's eyes were a honey colored brown. Brady had very light overcast ocean colored eyes. James had tints of green in his eyes making them almost appear teal. John and I shared the same darker almost indigo colored eyes.

That was us and this was our home. Whether the day was spent tending the farm, hunting, horse back riding, looking for Indian spirits in the mountains or all sitting by campfire under the northern lights- this was my world and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

I smiled down at the land like Simba in the Lion King, knowing one day, this would all be mine. The farm, the history, the house and the story of how it all came to be would be for me to pass down someday with my brothers by my side.

I just wish I had known how quickly it was all about to change.