KS: Hey! I know, I took long... Monthly exams.

From Guest: Yes, 2003 Leo (Michael Sinterniklaas) is in that show. He apparently plays a character called Nathaniel who draws comics.

KS: *slaps forehead in shame* Gosh, I totally forgot he was Nathaniel. I knew his voice sounded familiar, but I guess I don't have that so said good memory my family brags about xD

From BPP: LOVED IT! And I LOVE earning homework! If I'm lucky...my teachers give me more! I know...I'm a loser with no life. But I still love homework!

KS: Eh, potato, tomato, BPP. I sometmes do like earning homework, as long as it is a subject I'm good at xD Like Language, English or City Education. I once though I was good as Chemistry, but I wasn't xD

From Angelxoxo8: Finally after so long I get to read another one! I love it! :3

KS: :3

From Redbat132: Wicked four chapter. Not only did I read about the remaining two human version turtles, Raph and Donnie, but I manage to read about Raph going against Mona Lisa in a boxing match. Yeah, that makes so much sense. Especially when she's a villain named Time Boxer, which is a parody of Time Breaker from the miraculous series. I wonder if Raph becomes Dark Cupid with Donnie becomes Gamer. Or change it up into something cooler. As long as this Irma is not a psychotic Kraang, I'm good. Can't wait for chapter 5.

KS: Well, the fact about Mona being Time Boxer is because I couldn't think of a better name :v and Raph and Donnie will be akumatized, but their names, powers and abilities will be revealed in time. (You: DX) For Irma being a psychotic Kraang when akumatized... *slowly walks away*

Disclaimer:

The turtles and the MLB characters don't belong to me; but Kevin Eastman, Peter Laird, Thomas Astruc, Jeremy Zag, Mirage, Nickelodeon, and every mark that promotes these cartoons.

Amelia Smith belongs to Angelxoxo8.

Jewel Willow Rosenberg and Mayor Marcus Carlos Rosenberg belong to BabyPinkPuppy (don't appear in this chapter)

Melina Kwanson and most of the OC's belong to nina14j. (don't appear in this chapter)

Logan Wilson and Cathernie Evans belong to saruina99. (don't appear in this chapter)

All the other OC's belong to me. (... I guess yes (?)

KS: Okay, if Idontcareiamwritting from Wattpad (which for some reason erreased her account and won't text me anymore) is reading this, greetings to her.

As cars passed by on the streets, Irma was in front of the Smith's Backery. But she was recording herself as a reporter with her phone.

"Don't blink now, 'cause we are live from New York City!" Irma exclaimed exitedly, looking at her phone's camera. "Yo, peeps, Irma here bringing you the one and only Snow-Blog!" she said, for then looking up at the sky. Just as soon as she did that, a helicopter was flying by. And not just that, but Snowflake, swinging after it! But something made her loose her balance, and drop something to the ground.

It was a book.

"Snowflake in action! Hang on, 'cause we're going for a ride!" Irma said in a reporter tone. She took a few steps forward to the book for then holding it in her left hand, revealing it to be a 10th grade History book. Irma gasped. "Freak out! What you got here is no ordinary book, it's a 10th grade History book! And I should know, since I got this very same book," Irma replied with a smirk. "Could our very own Snowflake be a high-school student in real life?" she asked in eximent.

From the other side of the screen, somebody by the name Amelia Smith, who had lost that same book when being a super hero, was watching Irma's Snow-Blog. Her eyes were wide in shock and worry. Had she really lost her book when being Snowflake, right in front of Irma?!

"Whoa!" Amy gaped in horror. "I told you from day 1, Snowy, I'm a total klutz!" Amy whined, dropping her head onto her desk in agony. Snowy floated to her, placing a comforting hand/paw on her head.

"What's done, it's done; we can't change what happened," he assured her, for then sitting on her desk. "We can only move forward. Irma must not find out who you are." Snowy comented. Amy picked up a pencil and started scribbling something in her diary. "You know how she can be with her blog, totally dedicated to Snowflake,"

"But how? Maybe I'm not cut out for this whole Snowflake thing." Amy mumbled sadly, pouting while doing so.

"You are the chosen one, Amy," Snowy said, floating up. He landed softly on her forearm, looking at her. "It'll all work out, trust me," he said. He floated to the screen where Irma's face was in a video. The blog mostly had a light blue backround with white snowlfakes in the edges, appart from white sparkles. "Everyone has a past they can learn from," he, with his tiny, little body, typed something on Amy's keyboard. The screen then changed to an exhibition of an ancient Greek sarcophagus that contained the remains of one of the most important people of the Greek History:

Minos, the king of Crete.

"This will show you why," Snowy retorted. Amy's gaze confused.

Minos' corpse stuck inside a Greek sarcophagus, wich contained the remains of Crete's king was going to help her understand her responsabilities as Snowflake?

"An exhibition at the Met?" she asked confused. "On the King Minos?" she deadpanned, for then sitting straight, looking at Snowy. "What does that gotta do with Irma and my book?"

"You must convince Irma to go there with you and make sure she brings the book," he explained. "Tell her you found out something about Snowflake,"

Amy's eyes widened in confusion. Snowflake related with Greek Mythology?

"At the museum?"

"You'll see," he said playfully. Amy rolled on her chair.

"Well... I don't know how I'm gonna convience Irma to go to a Greek exhibit, much less convience her that I'm not Snowflake!" she said worriedly. Snowy floated up to her again.

"She will be interested, and so will you. Promise." he assured. Amy smiled softly.

'I highly doubt that I'll be interested in Greek Mythology'

A public bus parked in front of the Met, Irma and Amy walking out of it.

"Can you believe it? All I gotta do is find out who this History book belongs to and BAM! I figured out Snowflake's true identity! I'm so on this one!" Irma exclaimed as the walked into the Met.

Once inside, they were walking down some stairs.

"You don't really think you can figure out who Snowflake is from a textbook that every high-school student owns?" Amy asked, trying to convince Irma to drop it. Irma stopped and so did Amy.

"Yup. Cause our school is the only school that uses that book! Ha!" she mocked, walking down the satirs. "So, all I gotta do is find out which girl in 10th grade lost her book last week!" she retorted, walking into the Greek exhibit. "There are 43 girls, not counting myself, obviously-"

"42!" Amy snapped, walking next to her. "Not counting you, or me," she said nerviously. Irma gave Amy a wary look before elbowing her in the gut playfully. Amy rubbed her stomach.

"Sure, but somebody didn't bring her book in class yesterday," Irma sang playfully as they arrived the Greek exhibit.

Amy froze at the mention of her text-book. She rushed to Irma.

"I-I left it at home! Y-You know how I always forget my stuff!" she snapped. Irma leaned closer to Amy, as if trying to figure her out, frowning. Amy smiled nerviously. 'Please believe me, please believe me, please believe me'

Irma chuckled after a second or two.

"Just messing with you, Amy," she said, walking off. "Of course I'll only drop you from my investigation when you bring your History book back to class," Irma replied. Amy slapped her forehead silently for then following her.

They looked at the exhibit in awe. It mostly had marble sculptures of Greek ancient people. The whole place looked like a parthenon seen on the inside. But, at the end of the room, there it was: Minos' marble sarcophagus.

What the girls didn't notice was a person running towards them. Or rather the exhibit. It was man in his early 20's. He had light brown straight and untidy hair falling down to his neck, dark brown eyes and glasses. He wore a white cream office suit with a light grey shirt and scarf, black shoes and had some sort of amulet with a Kyanite in the middle with a golden chain around his neck.

He crashed to the girls, falling to the ground, dropping his paperwork and amulet while doing so. He gasped and reached to his amulet, holding it carefully.

"It's not broken," he mumbled. Irma and Amy got up. Amy dusted herself as Irma crossed her arms.

"Uh, hello? I'm okay too, thanks," Irma called out. The boy picked up all his paperwork and got up to face the girls.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "Hey, you're in the same grade as Mona, right? I'm her older brother, Nick Calleigh," he introduced himself. "So, you're into Minos too?" he asked. Amy opened her mouth to object, but he interrupted her. "Oh, dad!" he saw his dad, beside being Mona's dad, walking up to the exhibit.

'Why do you ask if you don't even lemme answer?'

"Weird..." Irma mumbled, turning to Amy. "So, again, girl, why are we here? This exhibit's got something to do with Snowflake? For real?" she deadpanned, stepping close to the exhibit.

"Well..." Amy looked around, looking for an answer, until Snowy popped out from her satchel, pointing to something.

A Greek parchment on the wall.

Amy gasped softly and rushed to Irma, grabbing her hand.

"Yeah, it's over there!" she pulled Irma to the parchment. But, since everything has to have a complication, here was the one:

Amy didn't know how to read Greek.

She froze in place, trying to figure out the symbols in the parchment. Irma blinked in boredom. At this step, she was going to need a pillow and a blanket so she could have a nap.

Leo was in his luxurious room, watching Irma's Snow-Blog. His computer had three screens, so he could see everything perfectly.

"Hang on, 'cause we're going for a ride!" Irma said in a reporter tone. She took a few steps forward to the book for then holding it in her left hand, revealing it to be a 10th grade History book. Irma gasped. "Freak out! What you got here is no ordinary book, it's a 10th grade History book! And I should know, since I got this very same book," Irma replied with a smirk. "Could our very own Snowflake be a high-school student in real life?" she asked in eximent.

Leo paused the video.

"That's crazy! What are we odds that we have the same text-book?!" Leo asked 'exited', loking at Slash. Said turtle kwami was eating a sprout on Leo's desk. "Maybe we even go to the same school!"

"Don't you think you'd know her then?" Slash retorted, taking a bite of his meal. "Why bother yourself with ladies when you could be enjoying this?" he showed part of the leftout sprout. Leo gagged.

"For one, ladies have 10 times much better taste than that sprout," Leo replied with a smirk. "And are much better looking,"

"Suit yourself, you're missing it," Slash said, eating his meal.

"My only loss is my appetite," Leo replied in boredom, for then turning to the middle screen.

The love of his life really was closer than he thought, but... who was she?

"Come on, tell me what it is already!" Irma called out. Amy cringed, picking her ear, since she might have yelled a little too loud.

"No, no, 'cause... it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you..." she mumbled, turning to her satchel. She grabbed it and looked at Snowy. "To you or me..." Snowy gestured the parchment with his head and Amy looked at it in confusion.

"I'm telling you father, it's right there in the parchment," Nick said, walking close with his father. He pushed Amy aside. "Excuse me," he said carelessly. "There, as you know, the one with the laurel wreath is Minos, son of Lycastus," he said, gesturing to Minos in the parchment. "And there oppisite is Pasiphae, his Queen, known as the Moon Godess for some people. There are exactly 100 corpses of men doomed to the Underworld. Pasiphae died several years before him, since she was the mother of the Minotaur, cheating on her husband, leading her to encarcellation with him in Crete's Maze." he explained skeptically. Amy and Irma blinked. He was really good in Greek Mythology.

"Yeah, Nick, I know all that," Mr. Calleigh interrupted. "I'm the director of this exhibition, remember?" he adjusted his scarf. Nick took off his glasses.

"Then you also know that Minos, although he cheated many times on her, wanted to bring her back to life," Nick pointed out. "By offering the Lord of the Olympus, Zeus, a new wife, since he had taken her for himself." he walked closer to the parchment. "This scene illustrates a ritual he divised. Nobody has ever fully deciphered the parchment... but I have!" he placed his glasses back on. "It's a magic chant that needs to be recited in order to complete the ritual. I'm sure of it!" he said exited. Amy leaned close to Irma.

"He kinda reminds me of someone else who also has crazy ideas," she said, flatfaced, her arms folded over her chest. Irma blinked and Amy sighed in frustration. "You," she deadpanned. Irma scoffed.

"You might think my theories about Snowflake are crazy," Irma replied. "But, you watch, girl. I'll prove you wrong," she said with a smirk.

"Nick, these types of frescoes are almost always the illustration of a myth," Mr. Calleigh said, slightly annoyed. "They call it a 'myth' for a reason," he started to walk away, but Nick stopped him.

"That's what everyone thinks, but I know it's real!" he insisted. Nick wasn't going to drop all his work just because his father didn't believe in what he had said. "I can prove it!" he repeated.

"Really? And, exactly how are you going to prove it?" his father asked unamused, rosing an eyebrow. Nick walked close to a small exhibition. It was a golden scepter. It looked like a golden stick with two coral snakes, noses touching.

"I just need to get my hands on Minos' scepter and recite the spell," he reached his hand to grab it, but his father stopped him.

"Are you serious?" his father asked. "Don't even think about touching that scepter. I'd loose my job and this spot." he ordered, starting to walk away. "It's a priceless historical object, not a toy," Amy and Irma glanced at eachother as they beholed the family's argument.

"Come on, dad, we have to try out the spell!" Nick insisted, trying to convience his dad. "What if Minos could find a way to bring people back to life without having to go to the Underwolrd?!"

"Listen, Nicholas, that's enough!" Mr. Calleigh growled, pointing a demanding finger at his son. "Get your head out of those parchment scrolls and focus on the real world!" he walked out of the exhibit. "This one!"

Nick's hands trembled as he dropped his paperwork sadly. He had been studying Minos' history for a long time, and it was a 50% of probabillities that he had found a way to revive people. But now his father wouldn't allow him to make a great discovery that could change everything everyone knew about Greek Mythology. Was there something wrong in that? To Nick's perspective, there wasn't. He just wanted to make his father proud of him.

But, maybe, his life weren't only parchment scrolls and the Myths of the Olympics like he had thought.

Maybe his life was... nothing, but a myth.

The sliding doors from Shredder's lair opened as the white butterflies started fluttering around the room.

"There is nothing wrong with living out a fantasy," Shredder said to himself, smiling evilly behind his metal muzzle. "Especially when I can make it a reallity," he clentched his fist. He extended his left palm, allowing a butterfly to land softly on it. He covered it carefully, dark magic surrounding the little animal, until he discovered it as a black and purple akuma. "Fly away, my little akuma. And transform that young man," he spoke softly.

The small insect fluttered away, making its way to find Nick.

Back in the Met, Amy was still trying to figure out the parchment.

"Uh..." she was looking at the parchment fearfully. 'I don't think I can distract her any longer'

Irma yawned in boredom. This so said Snowflake thing didn't seem so real as Amy had said. She glanced at her indigo purse, smiling confidently. Maybe she could spend some time figuring out whose book that was while Amy tried figuring out that parchment... if she could.

She was about to pull out the book, if Amy hadn't gawked at her and stopped her.

"Gah! Put that down!" she called out, for then hugging her by her neck with one arm, pulling her close to the parchment. "I'm gonna show you the secret I found out about Snowflake!"

"'Bout time," Irma retorted with a smirk. "This better be Blog worthy," she said, Amy smiling nerviously.

'Well, I didn't find a thing, but at least I bought some time'

Nick walked out of the Met for then sitting in the marble stairs. He took off his glasses, wiping his eyes, not noticing the akuma fluttering towards him. The akuma entered his amulet with the Kyanite, turning it black and purple. Nick looked up, red faced in anger, akuma mask on his face.

"Myth King, I am the Shredder. I have endowed you with a magical power of the ancient Greek gods. You must do me a fovour in return for this gift," he said.

"My beautiful Pasiphae will come back to life," he said, getting up as dark magic started surrounding him.

Amy was still looking in the parchment for something Snowflake related. 'I told Snowy that this wouldn't work... ugh, why didn't I agree to go to the Greek Language Club?'

"This thing is making my eyes hurt," Irma mumbled, trying to take out the book from her purse. But Amy stopped her once more.

"B-But look closely. It is in there," she said, trying to sound convincing.

Not even a second passed when someone blew a whistle. The girls turned around, seeing Nick's new form as Myth King. He had an ancient armor that resembled the Troy warriors with a matching helmet, forearm and calf iron protectors, large and imposing muscles and sandals. Underneath his helmet, only a pair of red glowing eyes could be seen, the rest of his face only in darkness. One of the Met guards ran towards him and stopped, blowing the whistle again.

"Hey, you!" he called out. Under his helmet, Myth King smirked.

"Chronos, give me time!" he exclaimed, stretching his arms. His helmet changed to the faced of the Titan, Chronos. He brought his hands together, making a golden, glowing sphere on his hands. As soon as the guard ran towards him, he threw it at him, trapping him in some sort of bubble. That bubble made him slow down.

Soon enough, he started throwing those time bubbles to everyone, trapping them. Amy noticed just in time when a bubble was thrown at them.

"Get down!" Amy yelled, pulling Irma down, hiding behind the scepter exhibit. In said act, Irma accidentally dropped the book. She peeked and smirked, pulling out her phone. That scandall was going to be in the Snow Blog for sure. Amy noticed and her eyes widened. "Irma, hide!" she called out, the 'rocker-styled' girl ingoring her.

Irma ran and hid next to an exibit with some historical jewelery. She aimed her phone camera to Myth King, as he lifted the bubbled like nothing.

"Get out of here, now!" he exclaimed, throwing the bubble prisions away. Myth King started walking towards the exhibit of the scepter. Amy crawled behind the scepter exhibit, then behind another one and to a hall where no one could see her.

She bent down and opened her satchel.

"Gotta trasnform," she said. Snowy floated out of the satchel and spun around in the air. Amy's earing gleamed as she brushed a bang off her left ear. "Snowy, Paws On!" she exclaimed, flying her head up. Snowy twirled a little and entered her earing, making it gleam and a five-armed light blue snowflake appeared. A blue light surrounded her as she brushed a hand through her eyes, making a white and fluffy mask that only covered her eyes appear. Then she passed her hands through her head, making two ice bear ears appear on her head. She extended her left hand, making a long white sleeve appear, ending up in an ice bear paw-shapped glove with a pom pom on her wrist. She spun a little, making her suit be completely white, except for some light blue high-light on the sides of her legs, hips, torso and collarbone and a bigger pom pom on the back of her hips. As she spun, a white yo-yo with the same design of her earings appeared on her hips. She shook her head to the side and her green bow changed to a white and fluffy hairband with light blue glitter and the tips of her hair changed to white, still having a little blonde. She twirled around and did a spin before she raised her leg up with her arms and ended up with her final pose, standing up with an arm streched out and the other one on her hip. Her snowflake symbol appeared behind her.

Irma crawled behing an exhibit as she recorded everthing with her phone.

"OMG, coming to you live, Snow-Blog viewers," she murmured. Myth King lifted the scepter in the air for then grabbing it in his hand, his face changing back to the original. "I'm at the scene, even before Snowflake or Nightblade! This is insane!"

From the other side of the screen, Leo was watching terrified the scene that was occuring in the Met. Slash floated to him, Leo's chin on the ground in shock.

"Wow, I love the face changes," Slash comented, making Leo turn to him. "You could use that one," he cackled. Leo narrowed his eyes and got up from his desktop.

"Gotta transform," he said. "Slash, Shell Out!" he ordered, pumping his right fist, right where he had his silver ring. The ring turned green and vacuumed Slash in. Leo raised his right hand, spreading his fingers, allowing Slash to enter it and he spun. Leo raised his hand high, making a five-ridged shell appear on the ring. He brushed two fingers in front of his eyes, making them change into a watery green mask, that covered only his eyes. He brushed a hand through his hair to ruffle it a little. After that, he extended his left fist, making a long watery green sleeve apear, which had an elbowpad with the ring's same design. A green light surounded him as his hand changed to a three-fingered glove. He spun a little, making his whole body be covered in a green suit with kneepads with the same design as the elbowpads and ring and had green hunterboots. He bowed, making a five-ridged shell appear on his back, also having a small metal stick tucked in the belt. He did a 360º, then front-kicked and did his final pose, which was him kneeling slightly and clentching his fists to his sides. His symbol appeared behind him.

Myth King, using his mind powers, rolled up the parchment on the wall and brought it to him. The cage bars from the exhibit were about to close before Snowflake leaped underneath them and stood tall before him.

"You do know that's considered stealing, right?" she asked playfully. Myth King turned around as Snowflake played with her yo-yo like if it was a regular toy.

"Actually, I'm taking back what rightfully belongs to me," he answered. Snowflake brought her yo-yo to her hand.

"Maybe if you were the real King. Which you're not!" she said, striking an attack pose. Irma peeked from her hiding spot as she recorded with her phone.

"Look at Snowflake go," Irma said in a reporter tone. "If I'm dreaming, don't wake me up," she squealed silently. Snowflake's eyes widened as she signaled Irma to hide, but she took that wave differently. "Snowflake waved at me! No way!" Snowflake sighed in slight frustration.

'Gosh, hope this won't last long'

Snowflake threw her yo-yo at Myth King, but he caught it with one hand. Then pulled the string, spinning it around for then throwing Snowflake to a wall. She crashed to a wall roughly and slid down to the floor.

"Ares, give me your strength!" he exclaimed as his face changed to a helmet with a red high crest, deadlier and golden. He grabbed two bars of the doors and forced them open to the sides. Although he didn't see Nightblade standing in front.

"How nice of you to hold the door open for me," he comented, resting his katana on his shoulder. He leaped to Myth King, attacking him with his katana. Though he grabbed his face with one hand.

Nightblade started kicking to get off, but Myth King threw him to Minos' open sarcophagus, trapping him in it. The sarcophagus fell to the ground, Nightblade inside complaining in pain.

"Enjoy your coffin," Myth King said, walking off to the made up exit. Irma crawled to a column and recorded again with her phone to where Snowflake was trying to free Nightblade from an un-wished sentence to an old grave of a king.

"This is hecka crazy! Keep your eyes peeled!" she whispered, unacknwoledged of Myth King stepping to her. Irma gasped as he looked at her. "Hi, uh-"

"Your face," he said, holding her chin with one hand. He kneeled down to her. "Fate has placed you on my path," he grabbed her by her waist and placed her on her shoulder. "Come with me," Irma started dangling her legs in annoyance.

"Hey, get your hands off me! I can walk myself!" she complained, but waved cooly when Snowflake turned to her, mouth as wide as an 'O'.

"Seriously?" she whispered, facepalming. She pulled the door of the sarcophagus open and fell to the ground. Nightblade got up and took a deep breath.

"Let her go!" Snowflake exclaimed, twirling her yo-yo.

"Hiding behind an innocent bystander?" Nightblade asked sarcastically. "You're weak, Myth King!"

"But way more powerful than you are," he said, forcing the bars closed again. Both superheroes tucked their weapons to their sheaths and tried forcing the bars like Myth King had done. He started to walk away with Irma on his shulder.

"And, don't forget, all the latest behind the scenes are on my blog!" Irma called out and winked.

'She couldn't be any nosier, could she?'

"That Irma is one brave girl," Nightblade pointed out.

"If by 'brave' you mean bossy, feisty and bold," she listed with her fingers, "yup, that's her," she said smiling, but then narrowed her eyes. "Come on, Nightblade, get us outta here," she ordered.

He pulled out his stick, pressed a shell-shapped button and a katana blade got out of the handle.

"Cataclysm!" he exclaimed. He opened his right hand, making a black and green magic sphere form, grabbed the katana and the magic started emanating from the blade. He slashed the bars and they started getting rusty. Then they snapped and fell to the ground broken. Both superheroes ran out of the exhibit and to the hall but only saw the entrance. "How are we gonna find him?" he asked. Snowflake pulled out her yo-yo, a small screen between both halfs of it.

"Irma's got a live-stream on her blog," she said, showing Irma on live in the Snow-Blog.

"Hi, everyone, Irma here, live-blogging for the terrifying villian," she said 'exitedly. "Huge scoop to come. Stay tuned!"

Nightblade's ring beeped as a shell ridge disappeared from his ring.

"Uh, you go ahead, I'll join you as soon as my miraculous is charged up again," he said. Snowflake placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hurry up," she said, placing both hands. "It's gonna take both of us to defeat him," she ran out of the Greek section and Nightblade ran to the art section.

Myth King stepped outside the Met, everyone watching him in fear and/or awe. He dropped Irma and she fell on her rump.

"Hey," she complained, rubbing her thigh.

"Onto the next phase," he murmured. "Hades, bring me mummies!" he exclaimed, his helmet changing to a black one with only two holes for his eyes, red smoke disipating from them. He started throwing red rays to people, them instantly turning into mummies.

As every person turned to a mummy, he/she started joining to Myth King. Irma trembled in fear.

"Soon, we'll be together again, my Pasiphae, my long-lost love" Myth King said to himself, stretching out his arms in victory. He had his regular helmet back.

"This is gonna be one major scoop," Irma said, grabbing her phone and pressing for 'camera'. She poked Myth King's shoulder and he turned to her.

"Um, excuse me, Myth King, but, uh... what exactly is going on here?" she asked, recording the mummies circling them.

"I am going to carry out the sacred spell to bring Pasiphae back," he answered, his hands behind his back.

"Ah, mhmm, gotcha," she said. If she understood or not, that was still a mystery. "You're talking about the spell in the parchment, right?"

"Correct," he affirmed. "The 100 mummies from the Underworld are the offering,"

"Offering? What offering?" she asked, rosing an eyebrow.

"To persuade the God of the Gods and the Thunder, Zeus, to bring me back my sweet Queen," he answered, completely focused on the answer. "I must give him something in return," he said, turning to face Irma. "A pure soul," Irma waved a dismisive hand.

"Dude... that's hard to come by," she said, grinning.

"But I've already found her," he said, Irma's eyes widening. Had he said 'her'?

He held her chin with a hand. "You look so much like her," he turned her chin to face the rolled down parchment, where a girl was being sacrificed. She had short hair, Irma's length, curly, a white Greek tunic, a laurel wreath and glasses. She was Irma's living image of the Greek Mythology!

"Say what?" Irma said in an almost squeaky scared voice.

Snowflake looked at how Myth King laughed evilly from her yo-yo.

"Hold on, Irma, I'm on my way," she said to herself, but she didn't notice something:

Myth King's time bubble prisions.

"Oh, no. I ran into one of those time bubbles!" she slammed her fist to the bubble, but from outside it, she was moving really, really, slowly. "I've got to get out of here... !" it could be heard she was speaking slowly, like in slow-mo.

"Snowflake!" Irma said from her phone. Snowflake turned to her yo-yo. "This is Irma, I just found out I'm the sacrificial offering to the Thunder God! Please hurry!" she exclaimed.

"Hold on, Irma!" she said, but outside the bubble, she sounded like a snail. "I'm nearly there... !"

"You really think this Mumbo Jumbo with the Death and mummy stuff is gonna work?" Slash asked for then burping. Leo's face twitched in disgust and turned to Slash, who was in a bank of the art exhibit.

"You have no respect, you know that?" he deadpanned. He got up. "Your batteries are charged up enough. Slash, Shell Out!" he ordered, pumping his right fist, right where he had his silver ring. The ring turned green and vacuumed Slash in. Leo raised his right hand, spreading his fingers, allowing Slash to enter it and he spun. Leo raised his hand high, making a five-ridged shell appear on the ring. He brushed two fingers in front of his eyes, making them change into a watery green mask, that covered only his eyes. He brushed a hand through his hair to ruffle it a little. After that, he extended his left fist, making a long watery green sleeve apear, which had an elbowpad with the ring's same design. A green light surounded him as his hand changed to a three-fingered glove. He spun a little, making his whole body be covered in a green suit with kneepads with the same design as the elbowpads and ring and had green hunterboots. He bowed, making a five-ridged shell appear on his back, also having a small metal stick tucked in the belt. He did a 360º, then front-kicked and did his final pose, which was him kneeling slightly and clentching his fists to his sides. His symbol appeared behind him.

Nightblade ran to where he found Snowflake trapped in the bubble prision. He pulled out his katana, slashed the bubble and it bursted. Snowflake fell, but Nightblade caught her in his arms just in time.

"Thanks for waiting around for me," he said, smirking. Snowflake smiled in a flirty way.

"No problem," she said with a spoilt little girl tone. She started to run to the stairs, Nightblade following. "We've gotta find the hidden akuma and free it before he sacrifices that poor girl!"

They both peeked from the windows of the Met, seeing the mummies. But they couldn't see Irma or Myth King.

"I can't see her or Myth King," Snowflake said in a whisper. They both climbed to the roof of the Met, where they had a better look. They saw mummies circling Myth King, who was holding Irma's arm and she was trying to get free, her phone in her mouth.

"There they are!" Nightblade said, pointing at them.

Irma suddenly saw something in the parchment, which was levitating in circles. It was the picture of a girl with a white short tunic, a laurel wreath that shapped bear ears, a mask on her eyes and was spinning a yo-yo.

Hold on a second! Was she... Snowflake?!

"Hold up!" Irma said after getting her phone off her mouth. "Who's that godess girl with the bear ears on your parchment?" she turned his chin and he noticed her.

"That is Snowflake, my sworn enemy," he said, grumbling. "My nemesis may have kept me from carrying up my ritual 4000 years before..." he said, rolling up the parchment and clentching it on his hand. "But she will not stop Pasiphae from coming back to me this time!" he snarled, making the parchment rip off.

"D-Did you just say... Snowflake 4000 years ago?!" she exclaimed.

"Everyone does have a past they can learn from, don't they?" she said, her eyes wide, looking at her yo-yo. Did that mean Snowy was 4000 years old?!

"Well, you don't look a day over 2500," Nightblade said, chuckling. 'Oh, yeah, turtle boy?'

"Now you know why I am so much wiser than you," she said with pride. Nightblade pouted. 'Gotcha'

Myth King started making the scepter lift in the air as it gleamed gold.

"Oh, sacred Zeus, God of the Gods and the Thunder, I, Myth King, offer to you the pure soul," he said, letting go of Irma. Three mummies approached her and held her in the air, "this sacrifice... for the return of Pasiphae,"

The scepter made a white light ray shoot up to the sky, creating the Gate to the Olympus.

"I vow to you and present this gift with my mummies in company. We pray to you the safe return of Queen Pasiphae! Awaken, Pasiphae! Awaken, Pasiphae!" the mummies were cheering like Myth King, though they sounded a little bit more like zombies.

"SNOWFLAKE!" Irma called out ascared. Both heroes hid behind the marble sculptures of the Met.

"We've gotta save her before he completes the ritual," Snowflake murmured. "Or Irma will be gone forever!"

"What should we do?" he asked softly. Snowflake got up.

"Hold back the mummies while I take on Myth King," she started to walk away, but Nightblade stopped her.

"Why do I have to deal with the mummies while you get to slip calmly round back?" he deadpanned. Snowflake stepped to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Because I'm the only one who can capture his akuma," she explained calmly. "And because you're the bravest one out of both of us," she said, winking. If she was lying or not, that was also a mystery. She pulled out her yo-yo and swung down to the sacrifice place.

"I know you don't really think that, but I pretend you do," he murmured, folding his arms on his chest.

The three mummies that were carrying Irma were getting closer and closer to the Gate to the Olympus. As the mummies were chanting 'Awaken, Pasiphae', they were raising their fists in a cheering way.

"Hey, there, you bunch of toilet paper rolls!" Nightblade exclaimed, standing on a light post. "What do you say if we wrap this up?" he said mockingly.

"Nightblade!" Irma said relieved.

"Get him!" Myth King exclaimed, pointing a demanding finger at Nightblade. The mummies went after him, but he leaped to another post.

"Is that really as fast as you can go?" he asked sarcastically. He started leaping to every up-coming post as the mummies chased after him, 'zombie-slow-mo'.

"Wait..." Myth King mumbled, realizing something. Without his mummies protecting his offering, he was an easy flank. "This looks... like a trap!" he exclaimed, turning around. He saw Snowflake standing on the Met's roof, a hand on her hip. She threw her yo-yo to a balcony of a front building and it snared to it. She swung to Irma and caught her, her holding onto Snowflake tightly. "Hermes, give me your wings!" he exclaimed, his helmet changing to one that was only over his head, two angel wings at the sides. Also had Hermes' characteristic winged sandals.

Snowflake landed on a roof of a building safely and, as soon as she let go of Irma, she took her phone and started recording herself with it, camera on 'selfie' mode.

"Peeps, you've just witnesed another insane feed from Snowflake!" she said and changed the lens of the back of the phone, so she could record Snowflake. "Thanks for saving my butt!" Snowflake awkwardly held her hand in surrender.

"Uh, you're welcome... I guess," she looked at where the ritual was occuring. "But it's not over yet, not until-"

"Not until Snowflake destroys the amulet which contains the akuma," Irma said as in a telepathy art. "And turns everything back to normal," she said, smirking. Snowflake blinked.

"How do you... ?"

"Hey, I pay attention," she said, slightly offended. Snowflake gasped.

"The amulet! Good eye!" behind her, Myth King, using sandals with wings, appeared behing her, flying.

The girls gasped as he impulsed himself towards Snoflake and grabbed her. He then threw her off the building, her screaming. She thought fast and threw her yo-yo, holding onto a balcony, just an inch away from the ground. Just then, her yo-yo let go of its hold and she fell to the ground.

"Way to go, Snowflake!" Irma exclaimed, recording her idol. Myth King landed gracefully behind her and she turned around. She smiled nerviously as Myth King took her phone and threw it away. "No!" she exclaimed, but Snowflake caught it just in time. She turned her head to face Myth King, flying and holding Irma with one arm, her dangling her legs.

"You're not going to win this time, Snowflake!"

"Snowflake, help me!" Irma called out.

"Destroy that bear!" Myth King ordered.

Snowflake frowned as the mummies were approaching her. Myth King fluttered to the Gate to the Olympus and left Irma on top of the ray to the portal, pushing her to the Gate.

Nightblade has his katana out, ready for battle. Soon enough, a bunch of mummies were carrying a car with their bare hands to crash it to him!

"What the?" he mumbled. Before they even got the chance to throw the car on top of him, Snowflake threw her yo-yo and tied it to his ankle. She pulled him and the mummies threw the car to the ground. Nightblade fell on his shell as Snowflake brought her yo-yo to her.

"Nightblade, this way!" she called out, running.

He followed her soon enough. The mummies noticed the empty ground, no cracked shell and went after the superheroes. Snowflake ran into an open bus and Nightblade slid underneath it. The mummies followed her, entering it. She quickly got out, closing the back door. Nightblade used his stick to flip the bus, so the doors would be on the floor. Nightblade leaped over the bus and landed gracefully.

"We have to save Irma before she reaches the Gate to the Olympus," she said. They both started to run towards Myth King.

"You will not stop me from bringing Pasiphae back. I'll finish you off!" he snarled. "Hades, bring me mummies!" he exclaimed, stretching out his arms. His helmet changed to Hades' again. He started shooting rays from his eyes, trying to turn Snowflake or Nightblade into mummies, but they dodged every shot.

Snowflake threw her yo-yo at Myth King and snared him. Nightblade slid down her yo-yo string and ran towards the Gate to the Olympus.

"Hermes, bring me your wings!" Myth King changed back to Hermes' looks and started flying around like a fly, trying to get Snowflake off. Snowflake screamed with every movement he made, trying to get her off. Nightblade turned to the scene, seeing the persecution. Snowflake grabbed the chaing of Myth King's amulet and threw it to the ground, almost reaching the sky. She dropped it.

"Nightblade, the amulet! That's where the akuma is!" she yelled. Nightblade leaped for the amulet, Snowflake falling down. She spun her yo-yo to gain ballance and landed gracefully on the ground. The amulet fell intact to the ground, but when they were about to grab it, Myth King landed in front of it.

"Ares, give me your strength!" he yelled, his helmet changing to Ares'. He clapped his hands once, creating a wave of sound that forced the duet of superheroes off. The mummies started surrounding them. Myth King took his amulet and started to walk away. "It's over,"

As the boosted Irma up to the Gate, she trembled.

"Snowflake, save me!" she pleaded. Snowflake narrowed her eyes. 'Okay, I'm done'

"Oh, Zeus, God of the Gods and the Thunder, accept this humble offering and return the Queen to me!" Myth King said for the spell, stretching his arms. His amulet was in his left hand.

Snowflake pulled out her yo-yo and threw it up.

"Lucky Charm!" she exclaimed. Her yo-yo spun, making small snowflakes come out of it. The snowflakes created a Snowflake outfit, with the respective colours of her own suit. "A... a Snowflake outfit?" she asked confused. Nightblade rested his right elbow on his left arm in a smug position.

"That is our last hope?" he asked unamused, pointing to the object. Snowflake used her Snow Vision and spotted something:

The outfit's earrings.

Snowflake stepped among the mummies.

"This offering isn't good enough for Pasiphae!" she mocked.

"Hey, thanks a lot!" Irma exclaimed angry, folding her arms over her chest.

"Too late, Snowflake, the ritual has begun!"

"Set Irma free and sacrifice me instead!" Snowflake tempted. "Wouldn't that be the sweetest revenge? 4000 years later. After all, I'm the one who kept Pasiphae away from you all these years," Myth King turned his head twards her.

"It's true you would make a much more precious offering than this mortal," he said, offering his hand. 'Ha, fell right into my trap' Snowflake took his hand.

"Hermes, give me your wings," he ordered, his helmet changing to Hermes'. His sandals' wings started fluttering towards the ray that boosted Irma.

"Seriously?" Irma deadpanned. He grabbed her and dropped her a few feet away from the ground. She fell on her rump harshly. "Ow," she mumbled, rubbing her rump. "Excuse you, but I make excellent sacrificing material," she said and crossed her arms with a pout.

Myth King placed Snowflake in Irma's place. Soon enough, Shredder started speaking inside his head.

"Take her miraculous. The earrings," he ordered. Snowflake saddened her face and signaled taking off her earrings.

"You win, Myth King," she said, holding out her hand, opening to reveal nothing! In just a blink, she snatched his amulet from him. Snowflake held the earrings in her right hand. "You want my miraculous? Go get it!" she threw them away.

"Get them!" Shredder ordered.

Myth King obeyed and soared down to the earrings. As soon as they touched the ground, he caught them in his hands, noticing that they were...

"Huh? A toy?" he turned to Snowflake angrily. "You tricked me!" Snowflake punched the amulet and it broke, the akuma fluttering out.

The ray that boosted Snowflake extingwished as she landed gracefully on the ground. Snowflake brought her yo-yo to her right hand.

"No more evil doing for you, little akuma," she declared. She passed all her five fingers on her yo-yo, making it open in five ridges, each over every arm of the sowflake. The ridges retrieved inside the yo-yo, creating a bluish light from inside. She made is swing rapidly and raised a leg. "Time to purify!" she exclaimed happily. She threw her yo-yo and caught the darkened butterfly. She pressed a button and released the butterfly. "Bye bye, little butterfly," she said with a smile. She took the outfit and threw it in the air. "Miraculous Snowflake!" she exclaimed. Snow flew around the place as it cleared everything. Cleaned the sky from the white clouds of the Gate, people once mummified were back themselves, the people in the bus were released and dark magic disipated away from Myth King as he turned back to Nick.

"Wh-What happened?" he asked confused, standing on his knees.

Irma dusted herself as Snowflake jumped down to her. She gave her back her phone.

"Thank you, Snowflake!" she exclaimed gratefully, but a doubt came to her head. "But, uh, I gotta ask... how old are you exactly?" she asked, making Snowflake freeze in place. 'Of course after all this she would ask that'

"M-Much older than a high-school student, that's for sure," she said. She pulled out her yo-yo and swung away. Nightblade rubbed his neck smugly.

"Don't you wanna know how old I am?" he asked with his flirty tone.

"In a sec, looks like I'm gonna be able to tell for myself," she said, glancing at his ring. Nightblade took a glimpse of his ring, only his middle ridge left! He gawked in fear and ran away awkwardly, making Irma laugh.

Irma walked back into the Met, looking for Amy. Just then, said brunette rushed to her. They both held hands.

"Where have you been?" Irma asked worried.

"You won't believe this!" Amy exclaimed. "I was mummified!" she dramatized, though she was smirking to her inside. Irma crossed her arms confidently.

"Hope you weren't one of the ones trying to swap me for Pasiphae," Irma comented. Amy covered her mouth with both hands. "Creepy,"

"What? You were almost... sacrificed?" Amy asked ascared. 'I know what happened, I'm the one who saved you'

"If it hadn't been for you, I'd never have found out that Snowflake is, at least, 4000 years old!" Irma squealed.

"Hey, what are friends for?" Amy asked, walking to the exit of the exhibit. She couldn't help but smirking when she saw Irma reaching for her purse on the floor. Said girl stepped to her once she grabbed her purse.

"I still don't get it, though," Irma said after a while.

"Hm?"

"What was Snowflake doing with a 10th grade History book?" Irma asked, reaching for something inside her purse.

"Uh, she... s-she probably had to find out what's been going on for the past 40 centuries," Amy answered nerviously.

"You're probably right," Irma answered. "It's tough staying in the loop," she dived her hand deeper into her purse, but she couldn't find it. "Hold on a second, where'd Snowflake's text-book go?! It's gone!" Irma called out worriedly. Amy giggled to herself.

Wonder who had taken that book?

"You might have gotten away this time," Shredder said to himself. "But I assure you, Snowflake, someday, wherever you are, I will have your miraculous! And you will be nothing! Nothing at all!" he snarled as the sliding doors from his lair closed.

During the night, Amy was in her bed, reading her now recovered book.

"I don't get it," Amy said to Snowy. "I know I'm not 4000 years old, so... who exactly was that Snowflake in the parchment?" she asked softly. Snowy was sitting on top of her book.

"Kwami's like me and superheroes like you have always existed," Snowy answered with a smile.

"So... that wasn't you on the parchment either?" she asked, pointing to a small photo of the Met's parchment. Snowy was in it.

"What do you think?" he asked plafully. Amy smiled gently, stroking his little head with her finger.

"You don't really look 4000 years old to me," she responded, Snowy giggling at her touch.

"Nope. Actually, I'm older than that. I'm the kwami who's watched every single Snowflake since the very beggining," he said enthusiastic. Amy smiled, but then it vanished. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"... You must have known much less klutzy Snowflakes than me... right?" she asked sadly. Snowy floated up to her.

"Amy, every Snowflake is different," he said.

"Yeah... that's what I thought," she drooped.

"Amelia, you are different," he said, holding her cheeks softly, "but different as in surprising, unpredictable, endearing... and very talented," he replied with a smile. "You learn fast,"

"Really?"

"Yes," he said. Amy held him with both hands and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Now, you better get to sleep. You got a History test tomorrow," he reminded her.

"Oh, yeah. Good thing it's in Greek Mythology," she said with a giggle.

Maybe that simple 'yes' or all the definitions he had said to her had made her understand. She was Snowflake. She was a hero. Just like Snowy had said. Maybe a parchement wasn't nessecary to know that. But, now, she had a past to learn from. She understood everything.

Or, maybe... there was much more of her to be discovered. So much of Snowflake to know.

Good thing she had listened to her loyal ice bear kwami.

KS: Okay, fellas, you know the drill. Tell me in the reviews what you think and mwah-kiss! *blows kiss*