YIPEE IM STARTING A FANFIC I literally just started writing this and it sounded good so i kept writing and OMG I LOVE IT Cover is young Casey hehe Hope you guys enjoy SCROLL DOWN ON THIS PAGE⬇️⬇️⬇️ _______________________________________________________ Prologue 8 years ago… Darkness. Is Sensei okay? Is he dead? What if the Kraang got him? I have to save him. What if I die too? Am I already dead? What if… What if… What if… I sit up drenched in sweat. Complete and utter darkness surrounds me, consuming me, the shadows folding and enveloping each other until there is nothing there but pitch black. I try to look around, but I cant tell if my head is moving or if I’m dreaming or if I’m just thinking about turning my head and I’m actually still laying down. I fall onto my side. Was I standing before? I thought I felt myself sitting on something, though… I curl up in myself, trying to shut the darkness out, trying to make it go away. Where am I? Am I in bed? I feel around for the sheets. The surface I’m on is soft, like a bed, but I don’t feel any sheets around me. I feel behind my head for a pillow, but my hand presses against a hard wall. I start to panic. The air around me seems to become solid, making it harder and harder to breathe. I clasp a hand around my neck, trying to force my lungs to start working again. I hear myself start to make choking sounds. What’s wrong with me? I try to shout, scream, call for help. My throat is clogged, having nothing to use for sound. I roll to the side and fall over an edge Down Down Down I’m falling I can’t find anything to stop myself The darkness circles me, taking away my breath I begin to feel faint Help… _______________________________________________________
“Case? Case, buddy, you okay?” My eyes flicker open. I’m on my back, on the floor of my bedroom. There’s still shadows in the corners, but not like the darkness I saw before. My bedside lamp is on, illuminating the room. A figure sits beside me, their hand on my shoulder, saying my name. Two glowing eyes float above me, narrowed with worry. Glowing eyes. Phoenix. I sit up, rubbing my forehead. She leans back, relaxing. I inhale sharply. “What happened?” I say. I gasp slightly. I can TALK. “You blacked out,” she says. Phoenix is very old. I’m not sure how old exactly, but she’s three feet taller than me, so that must mean something. I usually look to her for comfort; if I can’t find Sensei, that is. Phoenix is his wife. She acts so confident all the time, and when someone is sad, she always understands what their going through because there’s a 99% chance she’s gone through the same thing. Phoenix is looking at me expectantly. “What?” She raises her eyebrows. I raise mine back. She bursts out laughing. Phoenix doesn’t laugh often, but when she does it’s a very welcome noise. It’s not exactly angelic; its just comforting. “Case,” she snorts. “For a nine-year-old, your facial expressions are golden,” I can’t help it. I start laughing too. Master Donatello says that me and her get along so well because Phoenix’s mature rate stopped at fifteen. And while I’m not really sure what that means, I agree with him. Phoenix looks me up and down with her glowing eyes. One time I asked why they glowed, and she told me an ancient ghost took over her brain and flowed into her eyes. Then I asked Sensei if that was true, and he told me that when she developed her mystic powers her eyes just randomly started glowing. I think I trust Sensei more on that topic, because while Phoenix is literally married to him, I think of her as more of a big sister than a mother. “How did you know what was…happening?” I ask. She grins. “A little bird told me…” she says. My eyes widen. “Really?” She rolls her eyes. “No, fudge-brain, I heard a loud thump from my room.” I look at the floor. So I really was falling. I rub my head again. That explains a lot. Phoenix looks at me for a minute. Then she snaps her fingers. “I have an idea!” She declares. “Let’s make a deal. If you get back in bed and try to go to sleep…” I already don’t like the sound of this. “I’ll sing you a song to make you feel better!” She pulls her guitar from over her shoulder. I perk up. A song? Phoenix never sings in front of other people, at least not on purpose. The only time I ever heard her sing when she was alone in her room and Master Leonardo was gone on a mission. Even though I only heard 40 seconds of it, it was the most amazing noise I had ever heard. But she must have seen me watching because then she closed her door. “Really?” I say. “Really really?” “Really really,” she gives me a warm smile. I immediately climb into bed. She lifts up the covers, that had fallen off the bed during the night, and whisks them over me. Then she sits criss cross on the floor and begins to strum the strings of her guitar. It’s a peaceful song, light and soft. I watch her fingers dance across the strings. She inhales deeply and starts to sing.
