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Cuchulainn-Homato

Prologue

Splinter P.O.V

I was savaging for food when I heard it, a baby crying. The sound wasn't coming from that far away, but there was no one else in the alley. So I went to investigate.

I found a basket with a baby girl inside. There was also a letter. The child's parents had obviously left her on the street, hoping someone would pick her up and take her home with them.

I couldn't just leave the child here, and hope that someone else would pick her up. So, I took her home with me, gathering scraps of food along the way, to take home to my little ones. The child eventually quieted down and fell to sleep.

When I got to the lair the four turtles, who were the size of two year old humans, gathered round me.

"Master Splinter! Food appeared! Out of nowhere!" Leonardo exclaimed excitedly.

My eyebrows raised. "What?" I looked to the area we had a kitchen set up in, and sure enough, there was food there. More than enough for all of us, even the baby.

"What have you got there Master Splinter?" Donatello asked.

"I found that someone had abandoned their daughter on the street. I brought her back with me." I answered, lowering the basket so they could see her. "It seems as if you all have a little sister."

I walked to the kitchen, and placed the baby and basket on the table. I sat down, and the boys stood on chairs around the table to look at her.

I pulled out the letter, and began reading it, hoping not to get interrupted.

To whom it may concern,

If you are reading this, then I have been forced to give up my daughter, Aya. I will try my best to explain everything to you in this letter, but forgive me if I fail. There is such a thing as magic. And there is a world, that tries to blend in with the one you know. It is the Wizarding world. Twenty years ago, a war broke out in the British wizarding community, forcing many of my family to flee to America, or other countries for safety. I had not yet barely been a year old, yet I still managed to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland. Unlike others of my family, I was almost a completely normal witch, apart from the usual physical differences, and the visions. You see, my family are all more powerful than your average witch or wizard. The dark wizard, Voldemort, who began the war, wanted to recruit us, but most of us are on the side of good, apart from the odd rogue.

My family has a prophecy, that one day, a girl of great power would be born, and she would be able to the balance between Good and Evil, but she must only tip it slightly, otherwise the world would descend into chaos. I knew that my daughter Aya was this child, but the Dark Lord's followers found out about her. I went deeper into hiding, not even using magic and only letting through certain visions. One vision was Aya being taken by them. I could not let that happen.

So, I used my visions to find a place to hide her. And then I saw you, and your four sons. Yes, I know who and what the four of you are, but I trust you. I trust you to raise my precious little one well. As time passes, and she grows older, she will be able to naturally hide her… differences.

Please, teach her not to judge people because of where they come from. And teach her the meaning of honour, otherwise, I fear that the Dark Lord will be able to use her. Give her this letter, just before she goes to Hogwarts for the first time. By the way, if there is anything you need, my brothers spell will ensure you get it.

Aya, my darling child, I love you more than I could ever say. If I am still alive, I will find you when it is safe. Please my daughter, however much you may want to, do not go looking for your father, you will not like what you find. You will always be in my mind.

Love,

Ada Cuchulainn.

I folded the letter, and looked up to see that Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo were all still looking at Aya, who was still asleep.

Leonardo looked up at me. "What did you find out about her Master Splinter?" he asked.

"Her name is Aya, and she is different to ordinary humans."

"How?" Raphael asked.

Little Aya stirred suddenly, and her eyes opened, revealing emerald green cats eyes.

"Wow." Michelangelo said.

Aya started to move, the blanket loosened and then fell off, revealing her to be dressed in a red baby grow. She also had the ears and tail of a tabby cat, the kind with the long, thick fur.

"Magic." I answered simply. I could see that she'd fit in with our family very well.


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