Mistress of Chaos: The Tribunal’s Summons

You remembered dying. A flash of light, the sensation of falling—then opening your eyes to New York City. You were only four, your mind carrying echoes of another life, but the world around you was unmistakable — the realm of the 2003 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Meeting them was fate. Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, and Raphael became your secret companions, drawn to your courage and curiosity. They taught you loyalty, justice, and family. But when your human family moved away, you had to say goodbye.

The years that followed were a crucible. You trained in martial arts and Ninjutsu, mastered combat flow, became a skilled cook and baker, learned engineering and coding, built gadgets from scrap, and explored art through graffiti. You forged the persona of Mistress of Chaos — a black-and-white shadow with brown boots, a graffiti mask, goggles, a black cap with “MC” spray-painted on it, daggers at your belt, a card gun at your hip, and Ryder, your husky puppy who was secretly a cosmic wolf, at your side.

By sixteen, you were a force to be reckoned with. Nothing could have prepared you for the summons that would change everything.

High in a hidden realm, the Ninja Tribunal gathered in a torchlit chamber. A cloaked archivist brought an ancient scroll — a prophecy resurfacing after centuries.

“The human born of another life,” Master Hisomi read, “whose soul is bound to four brothers of the shell. She will be their anchor, their strength, and their future wife. Without her, the Shredder’s darkness will consume all realms.”

The Tribunal exchanged grave looks. They knew the brothers by name and had watched their battles. But this revelation changed everything.

“We must bring them here,” Master Juto said. “They need to understand her importance… before the enemy does.”

The summons went out. One moment, the turtles patrolled New York rooftops; the next, they stood in the Tribunal’s hall, winds howling beyond carved doors.

Master Chikara’s voice was like stone.

“You have fought many battles, but a greater war is coming. The key to your survival lies not in a weapon, but in a person. A human. The Mistress of Chaos.”

The brothers froze, exchanging glances of disbelief, irritation, and panic.

“Wait… what? A human?” Leonardo said. “Not another trained warrior?”

“It’s more than that,” Master Khan said. “She is your destined partner, bound to you not just by fate, but by her will. She will fight at your side, and in the days ahead, she will be more than an ally. She will be your wife — to each of you. This bond must be protected at all costs.”

Raphael’s jaw clenched. “Our wife? That’s… insane!”

Michelangelo spun a nunchaku. “Whoa… we’re all supposed to… share? Totally radical, dude, but… weird.”

Donatello adjusted his glasses. “I don’t understand the mechanics. How can one human be bound to four of us? There’s no precedent!”

Leonardo’s eyes narrowed. “We’ve known her… but a wife? All of us? Are we ready? Can we even—” He shook his head.

Raphael muttered, “Figures the universe has to throw us the weirdest twist.”

Michelangelo smiled faintly. “Well… if she’s got our backs and we’ve got hers, maybe we can roll with it.”

Donatello nodded slowly. “We need to see her. Confirm she’s truly the one in the prophecy.”

Before they could ask more, a blinding burst of energy flared — and you appeared, Ryder at your side, weapons ready, the air humming with your arrival.

The turtles recognized you instantly. You had grown, changed, but your eyes still held the spark they remembered.