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We Have Fire! Blowing a stray strand of her now damp hair with a frustrated huff, Miharu wrapped her arms around herself as she shivered furiously, her mahogany eyes glaring out into the vast forests beyond from where she sat huddled in a miserable ball against the trunk of the tree. As the over-sized raindrops hammered down upon the foggy earth below, she tried not to think about the fact that she was able to sit on the branch perfectly and not snap the wood in half due to her weight (not that she was that heavy, she mused), or the fact that she was small enough to use the drooping green leaf over her head as a makeshift umbrella… No

Chapter 23: Finale: Forever and Always As the reunited family finally returned back to their sewer home, Michelangelo couldn't wait to tell them about his adventure in the land called Oz. He told them everything from start to finish; from the stand-off with Fake Witchy Karai, Donatello the Brainless Scarecrow, (to which nearly everyone laughed at, much to Donnie's displeasure), Raphael the Heartless Tin Man, (which made Raph pout in irritation) and Leonardo the Cowardly Lion Ninja of the Forest, (which would result in days of teasing from Leo's family.) He also told them about April Glinda, Splinter Wizard, and Shredder the Warlock, and ho

Chapter 22: No Place Like Home "Glinda?! What are you doing here?!" Glinda only rolled her eyes with a bright smile as she hovered above her dumbstruck older sister, dressed in her customary golden dress once again as she floated down inside her large, crystal bubble, which popped upon contact with the ground. "Karai, that is no way to great your sister!" she giggled mischievously. Karai let out a long-suffering sigh, letting her shoulders drop in defeat. "Glinda, you're still very weak, just as I am from holding this stupid barrier up over the city!" she huffed, "I've got enough on my plate without having to worry about you and the turtle

Chapter 21: The Truth of the Heart The wizards' ears pricked up slightly as he sat in his flourishing gardens. He was in his human form, but he still attained his rat-like hearing as he listened intently to the winds. He felt is heart sinking in his chest as a strange sensation came over him. His eyes widened as he slowly got to his feet. He could feel its power, even from where he stood. It was there, overflowing uncontrollably from the Black Forests. The power of The Sacred Crimson Orb had been unlocked. But it was not pure power. It was tainted with hate, vengeance, and death. Michelangelo was not meant to feel this way. He was one of

Chapter 20: Unlocking No. This wasn't real. This was all just a horrible nightmare. This was all just a bad dream, and he would wake up very soon… But it wasn't going away. Blood was still splattered across his face and chest from where it had sprayed out. Leonardo was still standing in front of him, his arms spread outwards. The blades that impaled him through his shell were still dripping with blood onto the ground. Michelangelo's legs weakened, and he sank to the floor, his eyes wide and filled with pure terror. "…L-Leo…?" he managed to choke out. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't happening. Raphael and

Chapter 19: Fearless Sacrifices "MIKEY NO!" Raphael, Donatello and Leonardo ran into the cell, gently picking up Michelangelo's limp and cold body and taking him out of the room. Raph held his upper half in his left arm, putting his right hand on his face as he tried desperately to wake him. "Mikey?! Mikey, wake up! Please!" he begged, feeling oil sting his eyes as he stared down at the younger turtle's motionless form. Klunk approached him, and nuzzled her soft face against his cheek. Mikey did not respond to any of their calls, nor did he move at all. Panicking, Leo quickly came to his side and put his ear to his chest. He heard nothin

Chapter 18: Holding On The moment Raphael laid eyes upon the Black Castle behind the tall, thick, blood tipped gates as he climbed over the large sloping hill, he knew that getting inside there was not going to be as easy as they had hoped it would have been. And also, judging by the vast number of large, heavily armored 'Foot Soldiers', as they were called, marching back and forth guarding the entrance as they chanted in unison, he knew it was going to be just as difficult, if not impossible. But they couldn't let that deter them. They had come so close to saving Michelangelo, and there was no turning back now. As they peered over the to

Chapter 17: An Act of Mercy It was a long and very tedious process, but eventually, Raphael and Leonardo managed to patch up Donatello's legs, using long strands of vines to tie them to the rest of his raggedy body. It wasn't exactly a great method, but at least Donnie could walk again to some degree, and was no longer in any real pain. With Raph and Leo supporting Donnie as he waited to regain some feeling into his limbs, the turtle trio continued on their way in search for The Warlock's castle, where they were positive Michelangelo was being held captive. Raphael felt his oil blood boil in anger inside him. If he found that Shredder had

Chapter 16: Breaking He could barely breathe. It was as if his chest had been literally caved in, which being a turtle made of metal, was a very likely possibility. He couldn't even move, as if his body had rusted and frozen again. All he could see was complete and utter darkness around him…where his eyes even open? Was he dead? Had those disgusting little creatures ripped him apart limb from limb and left him there to rot? "…Raph? Raphael?" Someone was calling out to him. They sounded familiar. They also sounded very hurt. A pair of soft, weak hands took hold of him and shook him. When that had no effect, he felt himself