~ Hello everyone. I hope your holidays are going wonderful, we got a very unpleasant surprise here. At one am this morning someone stole two decorations out of my parent's yard. A lighted deer, whose head moves and Santa that has been in the family for 25 plus years… it's older than me :o) Anyways it has put me in a gruesome mood so this part is reflecting that a little, nothing too graphic. I was talking to my room-mates saying if I find these people I'm going to go Raphael on them and… yeah I think that's enough. Sorry I just had to rant that out. Enjoy!
In Holsomon's home, Master Splinter was nursed back to heath and Holsomon invited them to stay. Klunk recovered from his shock, although he would twitch every now and again for no reason at all. During the week there, they learned that Holsomon never went to where they lived because that land, although beautiful, belonged to the dark elves.
"They're beautiful, but deadly. They use stones of sight to see the future and kill any one who would try to take them over." Holsomon said. "They probably took your friend, Jodi, on command of the prince Aldanor. What he plans on doing with her, I do not know."
With Splinter getting well, the turtles would venture out to find the home of the dark elves but always came back feeling more frustrated and lost than before. On one outing, after walking by a tree, Raphael turned around and slammed his fist onto it. Hearing a crack, his brothers turned around to see what had happened. Raphael's fist was bleeding from the knuckles but he didn't seem to notice.
"I am so tired of searching day after day and finding nothing," Raphael said.
"What are we suppose to do Raph?" Leonardo asked. "Just give up on Jodi?" Raphael shook his head.
"No, but go talk to people, any one who might be able to lead us to the home of the dark elves."
"We already tried that, dude," Michelangelo said.
"Yeah," Donatello joined in. "No one dared to set foot towards their territory. They were surprised we lived there so long with out coming across them." Feeling defeated they turned to head back when a noise stopped them. Looking through the tree's they found a female elf, with a baby. A male elf was tying the female's hands together, an ax stood against the tree.
"I'll teach you to give me three girls," The male said. He yanked on the female's hair and brought her to a stump. Pushing her down, he picked up the ax and went over to her.
"Please, Grigornis," She pleaded. "I'll have a boy next time, I promise."
"Too late Ironama," Grigornis said. "After you, all three girls are next." Grigornis went to bring down the ax but found it gone. Turning, Michelangelo was holding it.
"Give that back, beast," Grigornis demanded. Michelangelo shook his head and Donatello knocked Grigornis out with his bo. Leonardo untied Ironama and helped her to her feet. Raphael handed her the baby, which she took in her arms.
"Thank you kind strangers, but you shouldn't have," Ironama said.
"Why is that?" Raphael asked.
"Because I have failed my husband."
"Your husband was about to kill you? For what?" Leonardo exclaimed.
"I have not given him the boy I promised." Ironama held her head down in shame. Donatello went over and put a hand on her shoulder.
"It's not your fault that you didn't have a boy," Donatello said.
"How is that so?" Ironama was confused.
"Well, it's because it is the male's body that decides if it's a boy or a girl." Donatello tried to explain. Ironama still didn't understand.
"When a boy and a girl, uh mate, "Donatello tried again. "They guy, uh puts a part of himself in the girl and the part of the guy is programmed to make a boy or a girl."
"Programmed?" Ironama questioned. "I don't understand your words." Donatello sighed and shook his head. Raphael took Ironama aside and explained what Donatello was saying in full detail. Ironama's eyes widen at what he said, then she nodded.
"No I can understand what you mean, but I can't go home," Ironama looked down at her husband. "He'll kill me." She walked over to where the ax was put down and looked at the turtles.
"Thanks for your help," Ironama said and put the blade to her chest, where the baby was. The baby started to cry "But this can't be helped." Before they could stop her Ironama fell onto the ax and the baby's cries ceased. Each turtle stepped back not believing what she had done. Grigornis groaned and got up. He saw his wife and baby lay dead.
"What is this?" Grigornis examined her and the dead child. Then he turned to the turtles. "You did this." The turtles backed up ready to defend themselves. They were not prepared for Grigornis to laugh and swing an arm around the closest one.
"If you wanted part all you had to do was say so," The turtles were baffled at how cruel a race could be. You always hear about the good elves in fairy stories but not bad elves, not like this.
"Come home with me, we shall drink, be merry and you can help me kill the other two," Grigornis started to lead the way.
"Where are you headed?" Leonardo asked.
"The home of the dark elves of course, where else?"
"Just checking," Leonardo said. "But instead of killing the girls why don't you raise them and then…"
"Oh use them as slaves or sell them," Grigornis said. "Good idea." They followed him to where hopefully Jodi was.
~ It's not as long as the other chapters but I'll make up for that in later chapters :o) If anyone thinks this was above a PG-13 level, let me know. Since I didn't describe the gruesome stuff I don't think it is but I don't want to offend anyone. Happy Holidays!