Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login
About Literature / Hobbyist EurekaFemale/United States Groups :icontransformerlegacy: TransformerLegacy
The Legacy Lives On
Recent Activity
Deviant for 4 Years
Needs Core Membership
Statistics 31 Deviations 4,297 Comments 73,624 Pageviews

Newest Deviations



Princess-of-Queens's Profile Picture
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
Devote yourself to an idea. Go make it happen. Struggle on it. Overcome your fears. Smile. Don't you forget: this is your dream.

Dream It. Believe It. Achieve It.


Tales Of Kalis
part 1 of 2

Sparkling – Newborn
Youngling – Child
Orn – 13 days.


Kalis was a small beautiful city, peaceful and untouched by the Decepticons. The Autobots used Kalis to store and protect their Energon supply. The small city was heavily guarded, any Decepticon foolish enough to fly too close was immediately shot down.

But there was another reason Optimus Prime kept his troops stationed at Kalis, and he prayed to Primus that Megatron would never find out.

The last youth sector on Cybertron was located in the heart of the Kalis. The youth sector was full of healthy and active younglings, and one beautiful and innocent sparkling. Optimus and his troops loved to visit the youth sector. It was refreshing to see their smiling faces and to hear their laughter. It gave them hope.

The one and only sparkling was very special to Optimus and many of the Autobots. His name was Bumblebee. Bumblebee was the last sparkling created before the Well of All Sparks was destroyed. He had a bubbly personality and he loved every one. His favorite visitors where Optimus and Ironhide…. And he loved Ratchet to pieces. Perhaps that was why the old medic asked Optimus to reassign him to be chief medic at the youth sector, so he could watch over the yellow sparkling each and every day.

“Op!” Bumblebee squealed when he looked through the rails of his crib and saw Optimus greeting and visiting with the other younglings. Bumblebee crossed his arms across his chest and pouted. Bumblebee could be very suborn and jealous. But Bumblebee was not only jealous about Optimus was playing with the others, but because he was the only one at the youth sector that couldn’t stand or walk, he could barely crawl. He had just mastered siting up in his crib. Optimus looked up and saw his little sparkling pouting in his crib and excused himself away from the other younglings. They quickly turn their attentions back to their games and coloring pads.

As Optimus approached Bumblebee’s crib, Bee turned his back to the great Prime. His tiny doorwings standing tall and proud. Optimus’s frowned slightly. He couldn’t stand the cold shoulder from Bumblebee.

“Hello there, little one. How are you today? I brought you something,” Optimus pulled out a photo-pad from his side compartment and handed it to Bee. The tiny yellow sparkling slowly turned. He chirped and clicked as he looked at the photo. He ran his little fingers over the photo pointing to each bot in the picture.

A few Orns ago, Optimus led his Autobots into battle at Blaster City. Hundreds of Decepticon fell in this battle, and Starscream and Megatron were wounded. It was a grand victory for the Autobots. Optimus, Ironhide, Jazz, Sunstreaker, Hound… the whole crew, went to the youth sector to visit and play with the younglings and Bee to Celebrate. While they were there, Optimus asked Red Alert to take a picture of him and Bumblebee, which the rest of the Autobots invited themselves to be in the photo too.

Bumblebee giggled as he studied the picture. It was him, Optimus, Ironhide, Hound, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Wheeljack, Jazz, and Ratchet.  

“Fam!” Bumblebee whispered as he hugged the photo-pad. Optimus’s eyes softened and he sighed contently.

“Yes, Bumblebee, that is your family,” Optimus gently stroked Bumblebee’s helmet and back with his large fingers.

“Home?” Bumblebee looked up into Optimus’s eyes. Ratchet had told Optimus that Bee often asked going ‘home’ with him and the other Autobots, he was too young to understand that no one had a home anymore. Autobot Headquarters in Iicon was where the Autobots lived for now.

“One day, Bee, one day,” Optimus sighed as he forced himself to smile.

“‘Ight, Prime, stop hoggin’ Bee.” Ironhide rumbled as he walked over to the crib. Optimus chuckled as Bumblebee squealed and clapped his hands wildly as Ironhide reached into the crib and picked him up. Bumblebee nuzzled into Ironhide’s neck, his tiny hands grabbing at his plating and armor. “Primus, little guy, don’t nobody show ya some love.”

“Bumblebee gets more than enough love and attention, it’s going to go straight to his head.” Ratchet walked over and handed Ironhide Bumblebee’s nightly bottle of warm energon. “While you are here, nuts for brains, make yourself useful and feed him.” Ironhide huffed but didn’t refuse. He offered the bottle to Bumblebee and he eagerly attached his mouth onto the end and suckled down the energon. Optimus smiled as he watch Bumblebee gulp down his supper.

“So I hear that things are pretty quiet out there,” Ratchet looked over at Optimus, hoping to hear some answers.

“For the most part, yes. But I worry that this is the calm before the storm,” Optimus frowns as he turned his attention to the window right next to Bee’s crib. It was a beautiful night. The moons of Cybertron shined bright and the sky was clear.

“Out like a light,” Ironhide hummed. Optimus turned and walked back over the Ironhide and Ratchet, both mechs were smiling down at Bumblebee who was already in recharge in Ironhide’s arms, the bottle hanging half way out his mouth. Ratchet gently took the bottle away from the slumbering sparkling.

“G’night, Bee.” Ironhide nuzzled him lovingly. “See ya soon.” Ironhide gently handed the sparkling to Optimus. Optimus rocked him softly and smiled down at him.

“Sweet dreams, my little Bumblebee. I’ll come see you tomorrow.” Optimus promised him as he gently and carefully put him down Bee in his crib and covered him up with his blue and red bandits. It was always hard to leave. Optimus and Ironhide both could sit and watch him sleep all night. Ratchet walked with them to the exit and told his friends goodbye before locking up the sector and turning on the security systems. The old medic went through and did a head count on all the beds. Thirty-seven younglings and one tiny yellow sparkling.

Ratchet leaned over Bumblebee’s crib and smiled as he heard the little one mumbling in his sleep. Bumblebee meant the world to the Autobots.

Outside Bumblebee’s window, a pair of red narrowed optics watched the medic as he turned out the lights and went to his quarters down the hall to recharge. The sly seeker snickered as he pressed his face against the glass and looked down into the crib where Bumblebee laid peacefully.

“Interesting,” Starscream smirked.
Transformers: Tales Of Kalis
Part 1 of 2 
part 2 coming soon. 
Watching You
Rating: T
Warnings: T-cest.  
Universe: Not really sure - Choose your favorite and go with it!  
Characters(Main): Leonardo, Michelangelo.
Pairing: Leonardo/Michelangelo.

Michelangelo couldn’t help but look up from his comic book when he heard Leonardo inhale and exhale deeply as he mediated in the middle of Mikey’s bed room floor. It was a nightly routine for the two turtles; Mikey would listen to music or read his comics while Leo mediated. Although there was little reason to mediate when he was around his small bubbly mate, Mikey seemed to keep the larger turtle grounded and sane. But every now and again, Raphael would push Leo a little too far or Master Splinter would overcorrect him, which Leo always took too hard and too personal. After days like that, he had to mediate.

Crawling to the edge of his bed, Mikey studied his boyfriend. Leo was sitting with his back toward the bed, giving Mikey a perfect view of his shell. Gashes and scrapes covered Leo’s carapace from years of fighting. Some were from just playing and rough housing with his brothers but some were reminders of his battles with the foot and the Shredder. Leo had removed his gear for the night, including his mask. Mikey couldn’t help but smile when he noticed that Leo had his trusty katana blades within arm’s reach. Leo never let his guard now, even when he was with Mikey. In fact, his guard was on high alert when he was with Mikey. But his guard was not up to protect himself, it was to protect Mikey. Mikey pitied the fool who tried to attack him while Leo was around.

Careful not to wake Leo from his trance, Mikey climbed off the bed and walked around Leo. He tip toed, avoiding the candles that surrounded the large turtle. Sitting down with is legs crossed, Mikey mirrored his mate, allowing their knees to almost touch. It wouldn’t surprise Mikey at all if Leo knew he was sitting in front of him, but yet Leo trusted him enough to not worry or try to wake from is trance.

Michelangelo felt his stomach twist into a knot as he stared up at Leo, watching his facial features. His eyes were closed in a very relaxed manner as if he was asleep. Leo’s mouth moved slightly. Mikey wondered if he was talking to his inner thoughts. Mikey’s eyes continued to scan down his boyfriend’s body and stopped at his neck.

Leonardo’s pulse was low but clear to see through his carotid arteries. Mikey licked his lips as he thought about how fast and hard Leo’s heart always beat when Mikey touched him, and it pounded even harder while they made love. But for now, Leo’s heart rate was slow and calming. His heart was strong and its sound sent a chill down Mikey’s spine. Leo was now twenty-two years old, he mind and body were at their peak. His leadership skills were perfect and no one, not even Raph, questioned his judgment anymore.

All four of the turtles had grown up. Leo turned out to be the tallest of them, easily standing over six foot. Raph was not too far behind Leo, but he made up for it in width and bulkiness. Donnie was still the same, thin and lankly. Mikey was not surprised that he was nearly two feet shorter than his brothers and not where near as muscular.

Mikey’s breath hunched when Leo’s shoulders rolled back, making himself look bigger but his face remained calm. He was trying to comfort a problem in his mind. Mikey leaned forward and smiled as his eyes scanned over Leo’s shoulder and arms, enjoying the simplest of Leo’s skin tone. Unlike the rest of them, Leo was a forest green color which in all honesty was a normal color for a turtle. Darkened parts around his arms were outlines of scars. He had blocked so many blades and other weapons with his arms. A scar ran from his right collarbone to the center of his sternum, right where skin met plastron. Mikey remember when Leo got that injury, it was from one of their first battles with the Shredder.

Mikey sighed as he lifted his hand and rubbed the scar above his knee, he had gotten it the same time Leo got the one on his collarbone. That battle with the Shredder was one of their worst. Shaking his head, Mikey’s eyes moved down to Leo’s plastron. His chest rose with each breath, and slowly fell back down has he exhaled.

Leonardo was the perfect ninja, the perfect brother, the perfect son. Mikey never understood why Leo wanted to be his mate. Leo was his protector and he would follow Mikey to the ends of the Earth and beyond. Mikey never felt like he deserved such a wonderful boyfriend.

Michelangelo enjoyed their little games they played. Their own twisted way of ‘cat and mouse’. Leo could be very devious and quite persuasive when it came to their sex life, leaving Mikey on the edge of temptation. When Leo first started to show signs of interest toward Mikey, the small turtle was very naïve and innocent. He had no idea of the things Leo had planned for him. But even now, after years of being together, Mikey still found Leo to be unpredictable when it came to sex games and play. And even though Mikey was fully aware of Leo’s thoughts, he still played along as Leo’s young and naïve mate, which drove the large turtle insane with lust.

Leo had told Mikey several times that he cared deeply for him and that he meant the world to him, but Leo never told Mikey he loved him. Mikey, on the other hand, told Leo how much he loved him nearly very change he got. Leo was nearly impossible to read, and even Mikey had a hard time guessing what he was thinking about. Every time Mikey asked him what he was thinking about, Leo would smile and simply say ‘you’.

Mikey’s eyes widened as he heard Leo’s chest rumble with a deep primal churr. He quickly leaned back and placed his hands between his folded legs, waiting to see what Leo was doing. Although Leo’s face had not change, Mikey saw his chest raising and falling faster and his hands twitched. Mikey held his breath when Leo’s eyes darted open, looking down directly at Mikey, their eyes meeting before Mikey could process that Leo had had woken from his trance.

“Umm- Hey,” Mikey gulped nervously. Leo raised an eye ridge as he eyes softened and blinked a few times. Even after being together for years, Leo still made Mikey nervous.

“Hello,” Leo replied, he voice hardly louder than a whisper, “I felt your presence.” Mikey quickly looked down at the ground. “And I can also feel that something is troubling you.” Mikey sighed as he looked back up at Leo, Leo searching his face for an answer.

“Do you love me, Leo?” Mikey asked. Leo’s eyes narrowed, taking insult from the question. He swallowed his emotions and replaced them with a smile as the opened his arms, wanting Mikey to sit in his lap. Mikey slowly crawled toward Leo and plotted down in his lap, his legs going on each side of Leo, their plastrons rubbing together slightly.

“What kind of question is that, Mikey?” Leo tilted his head as he hands rubbed up and down the length on Mikey’s arms. “You know I love you more than anything.” Mikey nodded and leaned forward, resting his head in the crook of Leo’s neck.

“You never tell me,” Mikey muttered. Resting his chin on top of Mikey’s head, Leo hummed while his hands wondered over Mikey’s carapace.

“I could tell you, but what would that mean? Anyone can tell you they love you but not everyone can prove it. Love is a verb. Love is doing something and being someone, not words.” Leo explained. “And in my defense, I believe I do a lot just to show you how much a love you.”

“Gee, Leo, I never thought about it that way,” Mikey sighed happily, a great pressure lifting from his chest. Mikey leaned back so he could look Leo in the eyes. “I guess I am the one who needs to do more, huh?” Leo cupped Mikey’s face with his hand and placed a soft, tender kiss on Mikey’s beak.

“No, not at all.” Leo purred as he started kissing Mikey’s jawline, tracing the outline of the bone with his tongue.

“How can I show you how much a love you then, Leo?” Mikey moaned, his head shifting back to let Leo have more room to nibble at his neck. Both turtles let out a low playful churr. Leo leaned up and nuzzled Mikey, enjoying the feel of his soft skin.

“Just by being you,” Leo answered as he blew warm air in Mikey’s face. Mikey smiled as he reached up and locked his lips with Leo.

He was indeed going to show Leo how much he loved him.
Watching You
The world could use a little less talking and a lot more action! 


Guys, KameChuu drew this amazing picture to go with this story!! It's sooo awesome! It's perfect!!! Thank you Chuuu <3 <3
Megatron X Bumblebee
Character Death


“Please, Bumblebee, don't do this," Optimus cried out. I smirked and aimed my gun at his head. His dull eyes begged me to stop, but it was too late; there was no stopping me now.

I never thought I would see this. Optimus Prime beaten and laying at my feet. I single handedly just took down the leader of the Autobots. But our battle came with a price. My left arm was completely destroyed, along with my left eye. I was covered in Energon, both mine and Optimus's. My once bright and shiny yellow armor was now black and burnt. My Autobot symbol on my chest was gone. Optimus was no better off than I was. His upper right leg was ripped halfway off and he was shot twice in the stomach. And I somehow managed to rip his shoulder open too.

I heard yelling and screaming in the background, some were Autobots. Telling me to stop and remember who I was. While the rest of the voice were Decepticons, that told me to finish him and leave him to die.

"My beauty," I heard the dark voice in my head call to me, "my sweet Bee." I closed my one good eye and listened to the voice within. "Do this one little thing for me," I knew he wanted me to finish Optimus. He wanted me to kill the Prime for him, "finish our job and return to me."

"Yes, Lord Megatron," I obeyed him. Optimus's eyes grew large and his breath became shallow. I saw Starscream standing behind Optimus, waiting to watch the light leave his eyes once I fired my gun.

"Hurry, my queen," Starscream clapped his hands, "we don't have much time; the Autobots have called reinforcements," I nodded to Starscream and transformed my hand into a sword. Optimus tried to stand himself up, but his wounded leg would not let him. He even tried to crawl away. I shook my head and laughed, along with Starscream.

"Where do you think you going, Prime?" Starscream mocked as he kicked Optimus in the side, causing him to fall onto his back. I stepped forward, lining my sword up with Optimus.

"I'm sorry, farther," I cried, choking on my words. It was only loud enough for Optimus to hear. Optimus closed his eyes and laid down, not even trying to fight back or get away. I lifted my sword high above my head and came crashing down into Optimus spark. When I reopened my eyes and pulled my sword out of Optimus's chest. Starscream bent down over Optimus, checking to make sure he was dead. He calmly stood back up and turned back to the Decepticons.

“The last Prime is dead," He cheered. I turned back toward the battle field. No one was fighting anymore. The Autobots were all running up the hill to where Starscream and I were. All of them crying over the body of their fallen leader. While the Decepticons cheered and danced around.

"Long live queen Bee," Starscream kissed my hand and bowed at my feet.

"LONG LIVE QUEEN BEE," All the Decepticons shouted as they bowed to me. Starscream stood back up and cleared his throat.

"Lord Megatron should be grateful to have a mate like you, my queen," Starscream smiled down at me.

"His wish is my command," my eyes narrowed as I looked over at Optimus's lifeless shell. Starscream merely nodded and stood beside me as I turned, looking out over my army.

"Decepticons, transform and rise up," I ordered. All the Decepticons transformed and took off toward our home base of Darkmount.

"This is not over. There will be another Prime," I heard an Autobot growl. I turned around and looked at the pile of Autobot's laying over Optimus. It was Ironhide. He stood and pointed a finger at me. I noticed that he was hurt too. His face was cut up and he had three or four gunshot wounds in his arms and legs.

"How dare you speak to your new queen like that," Starscream raised his hand, ready to slap Ironhide. I grabbed his hand and forced him to bring it down to his side.

"No," I snarled, "please don't raise your hand at him. He means no harm," Starscream turned away from me, but still kept an eye on Ironhide.

"Well, since Bumblebee is going to spare you. I may as well ask," Starscream shrugged, "how can there be another Prime?"

"You fool," Ironhide snorted, "Optimus's charge will be next in line, Primus chose him years ago to take over once Optimus became one with the all spark."

"His charge you say?" Starscream hummed, "I was not aware he had one," Starscream turned to me, "Were you?" He asked me, I shook my head as my eyes shifted down to the ground. Ironhide huffed and turned away when he heard me lie to Starscream.

"Well then," Starscream grabbed hold of me and prepared to take off, "Megatron will hear about this, and we shall hunt this youngling down and destroy him!" Starscream laughed as he took flight with me in his arms. I closed my eyes and held on tightly to Starscream. He nuzzled my head protectively.

"I wonder where this young Prime is hiding?" Starscream asked, mostly talking to himself.

"He could be right under your nose, Starscream," I sighed.
All Hail Queen Bumblebee
Back By Popular Demand!  

So, I have been getting comments, notes, messages, emails from upset fans, wondering where all my transformers stories are and why I do not write TF anymore... Well, I wanted to say I am very sorry and that I am Back! I will will be writing Transformer Stories again and I will be bringing back my old stories after editing!! <3 Your Queen is Back!! 
Leonardo's Point Of View

Have you ever felt scared and alone?

It’s awful, isn’t it?

“Wake up, wake up,” I curled up into a ball and rocked myself back and forth. “It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream!” It was no dream… This was a nightmare.  

“Leonardo…” A dark voice called for me. My eyes widened as the walls in the room started to melt away, my world turning black. I jumped up and ran for the door, but the doorknob was on fire. I couldn’t touch it. I panicked and kicked the door down. I rushed into the other room just in time. The room I was just in went up in flames.

This new room was white and endless. I looked around, the world seemed to be missed.

“Hello?” I whispered.

My voice echoed.

Suddenly, a claw grabbed me and I jumped away and turned to face whatever or whoever was there. A dark figure, a demon or ghost, I wasn’t sure. Its four lifeless white eyes stared straight at me. It hovered there for a while before circling me and flying away.

“Who are you?” I asked as I followed it. “Where am I? How do I get home?” It stopped and turned around to face me.

“Who are you? Where am I? How do I get home?” It opened its mouth and repeated my words. Its voice… it was familiar. I continued to follow it and it continued to repeat my questions, over and over.

We came to a door, it was huge and black. The demon ghost looked back at me and laughed as the door opened. I heard laughter coming from within the room.

“Michelangelo?” I rushed into the room with a smile. My brother, I wanted to see my brother. Like before, this room was white… no floor, no ceiling, no walls…

Mikey was sitting there, on his knees with his head down. I gulped nervously as I stepped forward, which caused the demon creature to growl and move over toward Mikey.

Mikey’s laughter stopped.

He slowly lifted his head and looked at me.

“Oh my God,” I cried out as I stumbled backwards, falling on my butt. Mikey’s eyes were soulless and lifeless, just like the demon’s.

“Mikey?” I called to my brother.

“Mikey?” The demon repeated me like before as he flew over to Mikey and started circling him, flying around him protectively. Mikey’s face was emotionless… Drained. Dark blue tears slowly dripped down his face. I couldn’t tell if he was upset or scared... or if he even felt anything at all.

The demon opened his mouth and black smoke poured out and slowly started taking the shape of a head… a human head…A female human head with long hair. It looked just like April.

Her mouth opened and suddenly, ooze started pouring out all over Mikey. It didn’t take me long to realize it was the same green ooze that transformed me and my brothers into mutants. Mikey just sat there, looking at me as the ooze covered him and puddled around him.

I felt sick to my stomach.

I was alone…

And scared…

The demon closed his mouth, April’s head disappeared and the ooze stopped pouring out of its mouth.

“Please! Wake up!” I screamed at myself as I hit the sides of my head. “Wake UP!”

“Please! Wake up! Wake up!” The demon repeated me again.

“Stop! Why do you repeat my words? Who are you?” I growl as I jump to my feet and walk toward the demon. As I got close, it started to take a shape and transform… my eyes widened as I came face to face with myself… I was the demon. The demon smirked as he completely took his form.

“I repeat your words because they are my words too. We are one mind, you and I.” He snickered as he copied the way I was standing.

Our only difference… our eyes… His were still lifeless and white.

“It’s my turn to be in control. Unleash me!”  He demanded.

“No!” I hissed as him. We both pull our Katanas out and charge each other. But right as our swords were about to hit, he disappeared.

Mikey was gone too…

I looked around for him, but all that was left was the puddle of ooze he was sitting in.

I was alone.

I closed my eyes and counted backwards for hundred. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my bed back in the Lair. I was covered in sweat.

“It was just a dream,” I sighed as I slowly sat up and whipped the sweat from my forehead. “It was just a dr-”

“Leonardo…” A dark voice called for me. My eyes widened as the walls in the room started to melt away, my world turning black. I jumped up and ran for the door, but the doorknob was on fire. I couldn’t touch it. I panicked and kicked the door down. I rushed out of the room just in time. My room I was just in went up in flames.
Just A Dream
Based off of KameChuu 's drawing, "Drained" from InkBunny. 
Like to full version -->…
It was a cold and rainy fall day in New York City.  A small rat sniffed around a dumpster, looking for a meal. He ignored the sounds of the busy city, he barely noticed the car horns and people anymore. The rat was thin and in poor health, he had never been on his own before. The rat, up to this point, had been a pet to an honest and kind man named Hamato Yoshi. Yoshi was a master in many forms of martial arts, but he was best known for his rare and amazing Ninjutsu skills. The old rat had learned the art of Ninjutsu from Yoshi over many years of watching and studying his every move.

Yoshi came to America from Japan with his pet rat, Splinter, in hopes to start a new life after his family was destroyed by his long time enemy, Oroku Saki.  Saki use to be like a brother to Yoshi but his heart turned dark and his mind was no longer sound. Yoshi had no idea how twisted Saki was until he came to New York City looking for Yoshi.

It did not take him long to find Yoshi, it was no secret that Saki had men all over the city. Splinter watched helplessly was his master battled the cold hearted ninja. Saki’s cheating ways allowed him to win the battle and he killed Yoshi without a second thought, leaving Splinter with no home and nowhere to go.

Although smarter than the average rat, Splinter found it hard to live on his own in a city so large. He struggled to find food and shelter. The bitter rain send a chill down to the old rat’s bones as he gave up his search for food. He ran along the sidewalk, staying out of sight from the humans. He smelled a restaurant nearby and knew that there would be food in their trash. As he stopped under a mailbox to catch his breath and take a break from the pouring rain, Splinter noticed a small child running along the sidewalk. He held a small glass container in his hands with four newly hatched turtles in it. Splinter tilted his head and looked closely at the turtles as the boy came to stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the cars to stop.

Splinter inhaled deeply in worry as the small boy stepped out into the road and tripped, the container holding the hatchlings falling to the ground and shattering. Before the boy had time to pick them up, the rain water started carrying them down toward a storm drain on the street corner. Without thinking, Splinter lunged forward and ran across the street and dove into the drain after the turtles. The old rat sighed in relief when he found the turtles sitting on the edge of the sewer floor, just out of the rain water’s reach as it flowed down the sewer tunnel like a river. Hissing lightly when he noticed that the turtles were laying in an odd smelling green ooze, Splinter gently picked up each one of the turtles, one by one, and washed them off in the water.

The green ooze was thick and hard to get off of the turtle’s skin and shells. Splinter was tired and his body started to tremble, he could not help but blame the ooze for his weakness. Yawning as he looked down and saw that he had only one turtle left to clean, Splinter hummed in delight. The last turtle was the smallest and the youngest. His eyes were large, as blue as the sky.

Before the old rat could wash the youngest turtle, the rain started pouring down harder and the tunnels started to fill up with more water. Splinter panicked and quickly started taking the turtles to higher ground to a place he knew they would be safe, his nest. But due to his size, Splinter could only take one turtle at a time. Splinter was able to get the first three to his nest quickly and he returned for the smallest one, the baby turtle was being washed downstream. Splinter jumped into the water and swam after the youngling, he heard the little turtle croak and chirp, as if to call for help. Ignoring the fact that his own body was giving up due to his health, Splinter swan after the turtle. But his efforts to save the youngling were pointless. Splinter had no choice but to end his search and return to the other turtles who needed him. He had failed the small hatching and it broke his heart.


Unable to safe himself, the small turtle continued to float down the strong river of rain water. It took his entire strength to keep his head above water to breath. His cries for help seemed to go unnoticed. The young turtle felt a spark of hope once the water stopped rushing and slowed down just enough for him to swim to the edge of the sewer and crawl on the elevated side out of the water. He laid on the dirty cold floor, trying to catch his breath. Even though he was tired, he still tried to call to the other turtles, wondering where they were. He heard a hissing approach him from the darkness. His large blue eyes searched around him, hoping to find his brothers or the rat that tried to save him.

A large, fully grown alligator appeared out of the shadows and looked down at the turtle. His sharp eye noticing the green ooze that still covered his shell. The alligator lowered his head and picked up the turtle in his jaws, ingoing the chirping and cries of the small hatching. Living in the sewers, the alligator had to eat anything and everything he could in order to survive. But as the turtle landed on his tongue, the green ooze rubbed off on the alligator’s mouth, causing him to spit the turtle out. The turtle whimpered as he hit the ground. He hid himself in his shell, scared that the alligator would attack him again. The alligator growled as he smacked his teeth together, trying to get the taste out of his mouth.

Although the alligator could have left, he didn’t. He watched the turtle, studying him and wondering what the green ooze was. He could tell that the turtle had fallen asleep inside his shell and probably would not wake until morning. The alligator had been a human pet before being flushed down the toilet. He had lived down in the sewers for many years since. He thought he had seen just about everything until today. The ooze had finally left his mouth but he still felt it in him. He knew something big was about to happen.


18 Years Later


Splinter was amazed by the effects the ooze had on him and the turtles. The old rat was now four feet tall and he was very intelligent. His struggle for food and other needs were no longer an issue. He could find food easier and quicker. His new size did not affect his ability to go unseen by the humans. He used every skill he learned from Yoshi to stay unseen and unnoticed, staying close to the shadows and allowing himself to become one with his surroundings. He was able to keep himself very well feed, as well as the turtles he had raised. Although it only took a couple of days for Splinter to reach his full size and intellect, the turtles had been growing since the day Splinter found them. Splinter noticed that his turtles growing pattern matched the growth of a human child. He knew they still had a lot more growing to do, psychical and mentally. But he had taught his sons everything he knew, including Ninjutsu.

Splinter had named his sons after the greats of the Renaissance. He knew that the birth of his rare and great sons was the start of a new age.

At eighteen years old, the turtles now were taller than most humans. The eldest of the three, Leonardo, was the tallest, standing easily at six foot or more. He was very smart and learned quickly on new things. Splinter was very impressed with his nature skills and abilities. He had mastered Ninjutsu and now helped his father train his two younger brothers. Leonardo had a very kind and gentle heart, he would do anything to help his brothers and his master. Splinter never needed to teach Leo about reasoning and responsibly, the big hearted turtle seemed to know and understand his duties and actions without guidance.

Raphael, the second oldest, had proven to the toughest and strongest of the other two. He was a couple inches shorter than Leo, but made up for it in bulkiness. Although Raph was not the smartest of his brothers, he was the first one to step into action and take point. He was always ready for a fight, and sometimes roughhousing with his brothers wasn’t enough. Splinter never could understand the rage inside Raphael but he knew there was a reason behind it. He tried his hardest to be better than Leo in their Ninjutsu training, but his clouding vision of beating his brother was his downfall.

The youngest of the three was Donatello. Donatello was a genius and one was the brightest minds to walk the earth. He could make anything out of a pile a scrape. He built his own computer at age ten and learned how to hack into the cities systems and internet just shortly after. His fighting skills were normal, but not grand compared to his brothers. His brain was faster than his muscles in most cases. He learned to speak Japanese after mastering perfect English and English grammar. Don was a very shy turtle, never raising his voice and speaking out of line. He always showed manners to his father and brothers, even when playing pranks and jokes on each other.

Splinter had moved his family to the sewers once he started to realize the effects the ooze had on them. It started out as a regular hanger that the humans blocked off from the rest of the sewer. But Splinter turned into a home for his sons. Once Leo and his brothers were older, they fixed up the place. They painted, added rooms, and even cleaned. Raph and Leo would travel to the junkyard at night and bring back things for Don to fix. They managed to fill the lair with everything they could ever want and need, right down to a flat screen TV and dishwasher.

Sometimes Splinter would allow his sons to explore the surface, using their Ninjutsu skills to stay out of sight. They used the rooftops and alleyways. They studied the humans and how they lived. They even helped people with robbers and muggers. They made it their job to protect the city.

Splinter was very proud of his three sons and he loved them dearly, but he couldn't help but think back to the small hatching he failed to save. He never told his sons of their baby brother. He knew that one day he would have to tell them. One day they would learn that there was a fourth turtle.
Family Ties: Prologue
More to come  :) 

Everyone say Thank you to my beautiful KameChuu for the Preview art!  
What is your favorite Transformer pairing? 

AdCast - Ads from the Community


Add a Comment:
BDixonarts Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Howdy I saw your comment in our seekers must fly group and was wondering if something was wrong to make you leave the group?
Princess-of-Queens Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
No reason. I just didn't know if there was still a lot of activity going on with the group... But if there is I will glad rejoin!! I was hoping to do contests and other group things lol
BDixonarts Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
oh there is i was just busy with a convention and school so I couldn't get back to your comment before you left but please come back :)
redconvoy Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy belated Birthday! Birthday cake  icon 
TokalaSoul Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday dear! :cake:
SadoraNortica Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday!!! Tight Hug Have a Nice Day 
shozurei Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday!
kiajabear098 Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2015
Happy BirthdayFive Nights at Freddys 2- Chicas Cupcake -Icon GIF 
IllyDragonfly Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2015   General Artist
Happy birthday!!!!!! :la: :cake: :party:
NicLove Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy B-day ! :D (Big Grin)

Do you want to have a cake for your B-day, next year?…
Add a Comment: