Chapter 5
Water Lily
Splinter was sitting in the midst of darkness.
His fur bristled as he sat, hands in his lap, his eyes shut.
Slowly, he opened them and four young women stood in front of him, each one different from the other, but all of them more beautiful then any earthly woman. All of them had a unique scent.
All of them wore urgent expressions; all of them had the same spreading redness over their hearts, seeping through the modest gees they wore.
"Please." They whispered in unison," Help us…"
A tall white woman stood behind them and begged, silver eyes filling with tears," Please, Good Master, you must aid my daughters. Your sons are their last hope."
A powerful scent overcame him…the scent of a dead lotus plant, slowly withering away from life…
***
Splinter woke slowly.
His eyes opened gradually as he felt himself in his own bed, in the lair, in the real world.
As he sat up, quietly mediating upon his vision, he felt that somehow, things were going to change and quickly.
As he stood up to dress for the morning's training a, he paused as he noticed a few things.
First of all, Leonardo's light was on.
Donatello's light was on.
Raphael was in the dojo, pounding away at his bag.
Michelangelo's room was dark, but he did not hear the snoring of his son…meaning Mikey was awake as well.
Splinter sighed heavily. Somehow, he sensed he was not the only one who had been visited by a dream that night.
***
As the four brothers stood in the dojo, awaiting their master's instruction, Splinter finally addressed them.
"I had a very strange dream last night."
Leo started, Raphael stared, Don's eyes widened and Mikey blurted," Man, so did I!"
Leo and Don and Raph all looked at Mikey, then at each other and Raphael blew up, "What the SHELL is goin on?!"
Splinter said gently," I see each of you also dreamed. Let me tell you my dream."
And he did, describing the young women in careful detail.
Leo's eyes widened as he heard the description of the white young woman, Raphael only gritted his teeth at the mention of the red head and Mikey grinned goofily as the orange-haired girl was described.
Don swallowed hard as the Arabian beauty was described last.
"I feel that this is more then just a dream. I want you all to be on the alert. These women may be real, and they may need our help." Splinter said sternly, noting these reactions carefully.
Mikey sighed.
Donatello frowned and queried, "But how? Where did they come from? And what do they need our help with?"
Splinter shook his head.
"That, my son, I do not know."
As it had nearly been three years since they had joined the Battle Nexus, they were getting prepared for the next event. Training had become an even bigger event for the past week.
But this morning, everyone had a rough time concentrating on their training, and Splinter, more then once, had to lecture them on the importance of focus…but still, he had to relent.
The night before had been very strange.
It would only get stranger.
Ahem.
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