A/N: So this is my first and yet only TMNT fanfiction, I know the plot is kind of lame, but it's been stuck in my head for months now, I couldn't get rid of it so I had to write it.
Update: Fixed some typos, there will be lot of them in the future, I'll do my best to correct them, even if it will take some time, just remember, English is not my native language so don't wonder if I'm just stupid and lazy person who doesn't read her writings before posting them, because I do sometimes I just can't notice all the typos but I'll do my best to correct them.

Update #2: I decided to upload this story to my Wattpad account as well, for it I re-read and fixed some typos and added some more text I felt like should be there. I'll be at least fixing typos in the future for all the chapters – especially the older ones, I'm not sure if more text should be added since the chapters are pretty long.

Prologue: Buried in the snow

It was many years ago, or at least a couple years, but it feels like a life time. At least it did for the foolish little girl. Well what else can you expect from a little girl? She doesn't even remember that night very well. She remembered the cold, for it was freezing cold that night. She couldn't see what was happening around her, it was way too dark for that. Only thing she could see was the snow, glowing blue in the dark. She heard nothing, not even her own breathing; it was silent night, freezing and silent night. Though she was only a child, she knew that this was it; no one was going to find her. She was going to die, and as she closed her eyes, she hoped it to be the last time, that she would fall for an eternal sleep. Never to woke up.

But it was a coincidence which saved her. A hunter named Mathias Blomgren a Scandinavian hunter, who had settled down in Finland after serving in the army for many years after the loss of his beloved wife. For he had come to that damn country to hunt with his dogs, he wanted to see if the newest one had any gifts, any potential for bear hunting as he was a Karelian bear dog. But as for the young dog, he didn't fancy the sound of the rifle, which scared him. He did know his master was disappointed in him. But in that night, he did find something buried in the snow, or should I say someone. As my dad told me, other dogs didn't smell a thing, but young Thorin did. As he started barking, at first his master ignored him as he thought the dog had seen or smelled a rabbit or something nearby. But Thorin did not give up, as he knew that someone was in need of his help. And for that someone – even if still unknown to him would become his best friend.

"Very well, you mut." The hunter said. "What is it this time?" As he had had enough of the dog barking.
Thorin led his master towards the place he had smelled a peculiar smell, he smelled a human, he smelled blood and he smelled something else, but Thorin did not know what it was. As he found the place where the smell was coming from, he went straight to the pile of snow, for it was snowing that night. And it had been for several hours. He knew there was something in the pile of snow, something didn't belong there. He started to dig with his black paws, very carefully, since he didn't want to harm the one he wanted to save. He barked for his master to come and help him. As his master walked closer, he noticed the human hand peeping from the pile of snow. He ran to his dog quickly, for now he had understood. It was a child, with pale skin and short dark brown hair. For a moment he thought that the child had frozen to dead. But then he saw how the girl weakly raised her hand and touched gently at the dog's face.
"Inu." She whispered with a fragile voice as Thorin replied whining anxiety for small human puppy. The hunter took the girl in his arms; noticing several scars, bloody scars on her on her arms. He put his hunting coat to cover up the frozen body of the little one, hoping it would warm her up even a little, as he and his dogs headed for the hunter's cabin.

The girl woke up few hours later, finding another dog, Finnish Spitz laying down beside her, trying to warm her up.
"Inu." The girl said with a weak voice. As the she-dog noticed her being awake, she started to lick her face as if she was one of her own puppies. The girl was afraid of the hunter at first, for they didn't understand each other, until the hunter realized that the girl was talking Japanese, he knew a little of that language, luckily his late wife had loved the country and they had visited Japan during springs and summers of her life time.
"What is your name?" He asked.
The girl simply shook her head as if she either didn't know her name or didn't want to answer the question.
"What happened to you?" He asked, but the answer remained the same. The hunter thought she had an amnesia of some kind as she had those scars she might have had some kind of accident which caused her to forget, a trauma of some kind. Maybe someone did hurt her, maybe it was a parent or guardian or just an accident, but she was traumatized by it whatever it had been. Thorin was thrilled to find the little girl awake, he barked, as he was enjoying himself and he wanted to play with her for he was still a puppy himself and yearned for someone to play with him, but the she-dog drove him away from her new baby.

As the days passed the girl with no name started to talk more with an elderly hunter.
"Who is that?" She asked one night when she had noticed the old photography by the chimney place. There was a beautiful woman with a golden hair and bright blue huge eyes smiling at the camera in it.
"That is my wife. She's dead now." The hunter said.
"I've lost my mother." The girl said. It was the one and only thing she had ever said about her past. As another week went by, nameless girl received a pair of new winter boots and winter wardrobe from the hunter, so she could play with a she-dog and Thorin but only by the cabin so she wouldn't get lost in the forest. She found the happiness she had never truly had. During the nights she felt sad and cried a lot, Thorin let her hug him for he wanted her to start feeling at home with them. As if Thorin would've known that she would be a part of their family soon enough. The hunter called her just "a girl". But then came the time he had to return to home, to Finland. The girl was afraid of being left alone.
"Listen, shorty." He said to that night while sitting on her bed. "Tomorrow we are going home."
"We are?" She asked silently.
"Thorin would protest leaving you here." The hunter said, smiling gently for the first time. "But now you must have a name to go by."
"A name?" Girl replied. The hunter gazed upon the old photography of her late wife.
"Marie." He said. "Marie Wilhelmina Blomgren. That'll be your name."

In future years the girl felt happy, as she was a part of real family, not controlled by the fear. She thought that all the pain, fear and darkness could not reach or find her anymore. But she was a stupid child, very stupid.
How do I know of this? Because that girl is me. And I was a fool, I know that by now. I can't run from my past, I can't run from this. Or from you, onee-chan.