Mistress of Chaos: The Tribunal’s Summons

You remembered dying. You remembered a flash of light, the sensation of falling—then opening your eyes to the chaotic, living heartbeat of New York City. You were only four years old, your mind carrying strange 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 despite your small size. They taught you about 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, mastering the flow of combat. You 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, always at your side.

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

Far from New York, high in a realm hidden beyond mortal sight, the Ninja Tribunal gathered in their torchlit council chamber. A cloaked archivist had brought them an ancient scroll — a prophecy that had resurfaced after centuries of silence.

“The human born of another life,” Master Hisomi read aloud, “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 — Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo. They had watched their battles, their growth, their struggles. But this revelation changed everything.

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

And so, the summons went out. One moment, the turtles were patrolling the rooftops of New York. The next, they were standing in the Tribunal’s hall, the mountain winds howling beyond the carved doors.

Master Chikara’s voice was like stone against steel.

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

The turtles looked at each other, confusion and curiosity in their eyes.

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

Before the brothers could ask more, a blinding burst of mystic energy flared — and you appeared, standing in the center of the chamber with Ryder at your side, weapons ready, the air around you humming with the energy of your arrival.

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