3. MAGIC PART 2

"RAPHAEL," the three mutants watching the scene yelled together.

The bullet that cut through the air, like a knife through butter, seemed to slow down as it reached the barrier of Raphael's aura. Upon contact, it turned to gold dust, its particles swimming in the air.

The weight of the situation left Hun and the Purple Dragons breathless at the sight before them.

Raphael was left on his knees after the Purple Dragons had left him. He stood slowly, almost loosing consciousness from a throbbing headache. His once green skin was now in white-gold, and his eyes... The beautiful natural shade of gold swam in the whites and pupils of his eyes. For a moment, the witnesses thought they saw the silhouette of a man with wings in the some shade of Raphael's skin instead, like a hologram. The air around the second born brother was alive in the white-golden light of Raphael's aura. The sais in his hands were cloaked in the same shade of his eyes. He felt an unknown energy race through his veins that threatened to burn him up in the spot. He felt so awake and alive. He could see the truth behind every intention and mystery. He could read the emotions running through all the souls surrounding him like open books.

Then pain washed over him. He fell to the ground on his hands and knees, his sais skittering on the pavement of the alley, their golden color fading back to its original metallic color and red handle. His sides threatened to burst open from the force inside his soul. He shuddered from the power quickening through his veins. His aura vibrated with energy, contracting toward him.

The brothers and Purple Dragons could only stare as the mutant struggled against his own energy.

Raphael grunted, keeping his screams down his throat. He clutched at his forehead, the pain emanating mostly in the headache of a lifetime. He grits his teeth down in a way to stop the never-ending pain.

Hun takes this time as an opportunity to flee. "Purple Dragons, head back to the hideout," he orders. The young trainees did not have to be told twice; they turned and ran. With one last look at his enemy, Hun turned his back on it all and took off after the fledglings.

The brothers were left to witness the hot-head fight against his power, not knowing what to do.

As for the struggling brother, he felt his grip on his power loosen in great lengths, feeling as it all seemed to stay around him, collecting itself. The light surrounding him stopped contracting towards him, hovering in place as all the energy drained itself from Raphael, and then hitting him back in full force.

The light of his aura clenched itself into a ball in his solar plexus, then finally spilling out in a great beam of light, blinding all three brothers, a scream of agony tearing away from Raphael's throat. The light shot up into the sky in a beam of white-gold light, pushing away the dark clouds of the night.

It all felt like an eternity, but Raphael knew it was merely only a few seconds. He collapsed on the spot, both mentally and physically tired.

Getting their sight back, the conscious siblings stared at their brother still, that is, until they heard the distant sounds of sirens heading their way.

Leonardo turned to his two brothers, quickly filling them his orders. "Come on. We have to get Raph out of here."

Donatello and Michelangelo speared a glance at each other before they followed behind their eldest brother. Donatello swung one of Raphael's arms over his head as Leo did the same, Michelangelo lifting the manhole cover in the end of the alley. In seconds, they were dow the sewers, heading for home as the police arrived, investigating on where the strange light had come from.

In a dimension buried deep within the fabrics of time, four shards of ice started to shake before they broke, four figures rising from each one. Darkness swallowing them like a shadow.

"It appears our enemy is alive once more," a female voice spoke, her voice sounding like that of a cocky childs.

Another voice, deep and rumbling, replied back. "It is about time he did, too. After millenia he is reborn again, and we can take our rightful place in the Heavens. Finishing what we started."

The female to speak first giggled in anticipation, but it was not of one that held good intention. "Oh, you are so right, Ralfar. And maybe we can take his precious mate and crush her soul, just to see him break."

"You are absolutely right, Lendara. Do you not agree Phaltasar?"

A male, raspy voice, answered the other. "Yes. But we must take our time. What do you propose we do, Isendia?"

Isendia spoke after a minute of concentration, plotting for what was to come. Though it was dark, no one could mistake the smirk that appeared on her lips. "We give him enough time to recover his memories, it wouldn't be as fun if he did not understand. The more he knows of his past, the more he would want to keep his family alive, and you remember how his character is."

"That is an excellent plan, Isendia!" Lendara exclaimed with poisonous glee, halting when a new question formed in her head. "But when will it be the right time?"

Isendia responded to her bubbly comrade, only one word leaving her lips. "Soon."

Somewhere far from the incident of that night, in a small store in a place named Gardenia, eight girls were cleaning up in each station for the magical pets they cared for. The eldest, a pretty blond with warm brown eyes, leaned on the broom stick she was using to clean the floor with. She felt the impulse of the great magic through her trained mind, nearly loosing consciousness in the spot. Daphne, the Nymph of Magic, for once could not understand a form of magic. She could definitely tell it was ancient, and familiar in a way that she had known it before. Another blast, greater than the last racked her body backwards, landing on her back as she clutched her head in pain. The other girls, in hearing the large thud, rushed to the fallen girl. A red haired girl with the same features as Daphne, only with fiery red hair and clear blue eyes, cradled her head in her lap.

"Daphne, are you alright?" the red-head asked her sister. She could tell something was wrong in the world, she had felt a pinch in her mind around the time Daphne collapsed. With one look at her friends faces, Bloom knew they felt it too, if not a pin of it. The girl in her arms whimpered as the strange energy blast faded. Bloom looked at the florist beside her. "Flora can you get me a glass of water and a wet towel?" Said girl carried the request without question, heading to the small kitchen in the back.

Techna, the young girl with magenta colored hair and teal eyes, was inspecting at her new gadget. "Wow, the energy levels are high, of the meter, actually," she shared with the rest of her friends as Flora come back into the room, placing the wet towel on the blonds head, holding the cup until it was safe enough for the girl to drink.

"What do you think it could be?" the youngest girl of the group, Roxy, asked. She looked up at the red-head she thought of as an older sister, hoping for a good answer that didn't involve anything dangerous like the Wizards of the Black Circle.

What she dreaded most was said. Bloom, still looking down at her sister, cradling her face in order to soothe her pain, said in a whisper that all the friends had to lean in close to hear, "I don't know."

Whew, that was a lot of work. Don't you just hate it that you know what you want to write but don't know what to fill the gaps with? It's annoying! Now on to the next chapter. If only I can try to finish it this time in less than a day. Besides that, I'm on season five episode eight of TMNT the 2003 version. I am going to add their Dragon Blades of course, and the necklaces. I really don't know if they keep their weapons fighting the Tengu Shredder. Does any one else agree with me that the 2003 version is the best one on TMNT, and the theme song, too.