Out Of The Blue

Introduction

By Azure Turtle

Disclaimer: Frost is my own created character. Please do not use him without my permission. All TMNT characters belong to Peter Laird, Kevin Eastman, and Mirage Publishing.

I’m just a fan who wants to express my enthusiasm for the TMNT through fanfics. Please don’t hurt me.

The old woman carefully tied a red scarf around her neck. The air was a little chilly today, but it was tolerable. She took a deep breath and sighed. She loved the smell of the mountains. The scent of trees, flowers, and earth always took her back to her happy childhood. "Isn’t it a lovely morning?" she turned to her husband, who was lagging behind her.

"Yes, lovely as always," the elderly man muttered, huffing and puffing.

"Oh come now. I can’t believe how far behind you are."

"I am not getting any younger, my dear."

The old woman took a little pity on her tired husband, and so she slowed down, allowing him to catch up to her. "Do you remember when we used to walk through these mountains during our youth? Those were such wonderful times," she smiled lovingly at her husband.

He returned her smile and gazed into her eyes. "We may have lost our youth, but we still have each other. And you are as beautiful as the day I met you."

"Oh stop! You’re going to make me blush!" the old woman playfully scolded her husband. They exchanged a kiss and continued walking through the twisting mountain path, pausing every now and then to watch the birds or smell the flowers.

Suddenly, the old man spotted something lying underneath a tree. "Wait a moment, my dear." The elderly couple came to a stop.

"What? What is it?" The old woman was worried. She didn’t like the tone of her husband’s voice.

"I…I see something…strange," the old man responded. "Stay here, I’ll return in a moment."

He walked several feet towards the tree when he gasped. A mysterious little creature was curled up in the shade, asleep. The old man cautiously approached it and hovered over the creature, not knowing what to make of it.

"Goodness! What kind of animal is this?"

The old man jumped. He didn’t expect his wife’s voice to be right next to his ear. He turned to her. "I told you to stay over there! Why don’t you ever listen to me?" The old man threw up his hands in exasperation.

"I’m sorry, but I was curious as to what you saw." The old woman disregarded her husband’s complaining and stared down in awe at the little blue creature. "I have never seen anything like this. It looks like a turtle…but it has hands and feet like a human."

The old man forgot that he was irritated and looked down at the creature. "You’re right. It seems…almost human. How did it get here?"

"Perhaps it came from the dwellings of the mountain spirits. This animal is certainly not of this world," the old woman rubbed her chin in thought.

"What shall we do, my dear? Should we leave it here?"

"No…the poor thing looks like it hasn’t eaten in a long time." The old woman leaned closer to the creature, and pointed out his tiny stomach. The creature was, indeed, starving.

"We do not have any food with us," said the old man.

"I know. But we have food at home." The old woman looked up at her husband with pleading eyes. "Can we take it with us? If we leave it here, it will surely die."

The old man sighed. He didn’t know if bringing home such a strange creature would be a good idea. If his wife was right about the creature being mystical, then he didn’t want to anger any of the mountain spirits. "My dear, we don’t know what it will eat, and we don’t even know what it is. I do not want to anger the spirits in any way."

"They will not be angry if our intentions are good," said the old woman. She gently picked up the little creature. It didn’t even stir; it just continued to slumber.

"Very well," the old man sighed again. Whenever his wife got her mind set on something, he could never change it. There was no point in arguing.

The old woman turned to her husband. "What shall we name him?"

"How should I know?" The old man shrugged. He was starting to get irritated again.

"Oh come now, darling. You read so much literature. Finding a name should be easy for you."

"Well…"

"I know!" The old woman’s eyes lit up with an idea. "We can name him after your favorite poet! What was his name again? You know, the American?"

"Frost. Robert Frost," the old man responded with a smile. Her enthusiasm was starting to rub off on him.

"Yes! Yes, that’s it! I think it is such a wonderful name. Frost." She looked down at the sleeping creature in her arms. "So little Frost, do you like your new name?" The creature moved a bit before sighing. "Goodness! I thought he was going to wake up," the old woman gently laughed.

"I guess that is a sign that he approves of his new name," the old man joined his wife in her laughter. He walked up to her and gazed down at the little blue creature. "Then it is settled. From now on, we shall call you…Frost."