Hello everyone! This is my first chapter of my first Power Rangers fanfiction. This will focus around the Magna Defender (the original), and two OC's. The story will mainly take place during PRLG with some flashbacks to earlier seasons. I will mainly be basing the story off many of the episodes, with changes (some major, some minor) to some of the storylines. Tying in these OC's and creating a story around them is difficult, and I hope such a deviation from the original storyline doesn't upset too many fanfic readers.

Thanks,

LittleP

Chapter 1: Birth of a Warrior

Three young children ran around the parlor, their laughs resounding off the walls, and the pattering of their bare feet echoing around the room. Their father, Xanos, watched them from a table in the next room, thinking of how much these three reminded him of his late wife. His beloved had died giving birth to the pair of fraternal twins, Ali and Azarand. Their older brother Zika was chasing the pair around the room, enjoying the game.

"Zika, gather your brothers for supper." He told his eldest son.

The black haired boy perked up upon hearing his name. "Yes father." The boy responded, and shepherded the younglings to the table.

Their home was located in the country far from any large towns or villages; the reason was because of the two younglings. On their planet, Taurus, the pair would be considered outsiders, based on their skin complexion and other physical characteristics. On Taurus, the overwhelming majority of inhabitants had a dark skin complexion, with black hair, and purple irises. Those who deviated from such characteristics would be marked for discrimination and potential violence. These two young ones would fit into the derogatory category of "mutant."

Azarand was the shorter of the pair with an almost pale color of skin, red hair, and blue eyes, he was energetic and outgoing. His brother Ali was slightly taller, also of fair skin, with brownish red hair, and green eyes. Both would most certainly be branded outsiders and non- citizens by the government and lose any rights entitled to citizens.

Seeing the three come to the table, their father knew he would have to fight to protect his family, these three beautiful beings were all that remained of his beloved wife. He was already a loyal soldier to his homeland, fighting against the forces of evil, but ever since his two babies had been born, he'd thought that his own government might become his greatest enemy.

The next day, he and Zika were working the fields near their home, the twin's asleep inside. News had spread that a large flotilla of space villains were nearing Taurus, headed by the monster called Scorpius. Xanos was on edge, he was a warrior, an individual who fought for every being on this beautiful planet. He knew he would eventually fight Scorpius, but his family came first. He needed to make sure they were protected from any and all danger. Looking out over the farm fields, Xanos wondered how much time he had to prepare for the oncoming conflict.

Beside him, Zika had noticed his father's change in facial expression, knowing that something was wrong he decided to push forward and ask a question that'd been plaguing him since his brothers had been born.

"Father, what will we do about Ali and Azarand?" Zika asked in an innocent tone.

Xanos looked down at his son, wondering what had piqued his curiosity. "I don't know Zika. But know this; I would give my life before harm comes to any of you."

With that Xanos turned away from his eldest son, and resumed his work.

It was nearly sundown when it happened. One moment, father and son were finishing up their work alone, in the next; they were joined by a third. This figure was a bald and wearing silver coated frock. Xanos immediately took a defensive position in front of Zika.

"Who. Are. You." Xanos ground out in a low menacing voice.

The figure merely stood before the pair as if analyzing them, Zika felt as if he were an experiment.

The figure stood in silence for a further moment before finally speaking. "Be calm young ones, I am Zordon, a wise elder from a time in the distant past. I've come with some news."

Xanos scoffed at the man. "So you're telling me you're an ancestor? If you do not get off my land I will remove you myself."

The man gave a quick smile of playfulness before he snapped his fingers. Two flashes of light temporarily blinded Xanos and Zika, when their vision returned to normal, before them rested two pairs of armor.

One pair was larger than the other and had slightly different designs on its armor, yet the two were very similar. The helmets were similarly shaped, both having horns, one yellow, the other gray. The chest armor was also similar in that both contained patterns and a hexagonal piece of diamond at the center. However, the larger piece of chest armor had more plating with armor covering the shoulder. Both had similar armor for the arms and legs, as well as ribbed gloves and hand guards. The larger set of armor had a red flowing cape faced black.

After Xanos and Zika had sufficiently gawked at the pairs of armor, the figure in front of them broke the silence.

"Xanos of Taurus. You and your eldest son, Zika, are both being entrusted with one of the greatest responsibilities in the galaxy." The figure known as Zordon spoke.

"And what responsibility is that?" Xanos said, his gaze still fixed on the larger set of armor.

"You and your son will be defenders of a treasure unlike the galaxy has ever seen. With this responsibility, it will be up to you protect many millions of beings on many thousands of worlds against evil. Xanos of Taurus, I am bestowing upon you the powers of the Magna Defender. Your son will carry on your legacy as a future Defender." Zordon's voice boomed across the fields.

"Why us?" Was all that Xanos was able to choke out, too overwhelmed by the news he'd just received.

Zordon's faced turned to sympathetic pity. "Because you and your family have been through a hardship that few are ever able to recover from and move on. Your perseverance, your will to survive, and your selflessness to protect those who matter most and those who you've never met exemplify a true warrior. Only a true warrior can responsibly use the powers of the Magna Defender, and only a true warrior can fight for all that is good and just. You, Xanos of Taurus, are a true warrior. Your son, Zika, shares many qualities with you, he too will make a true Defender when his day dawns."

Xanos' posture had softened upon hearing Zordon's words. "But what about my two babies?" His voice was laced with concern.

Zordon gave a reassuring laugh. "Fear not, they will be fine. While it is not their destiny to become Defenders like you two, they will have a very important role to play in the struggle between good and evil. I cannot say for certain what the future holds for them, but I have no doubt that they will be heroes themselves."

The statement gave reassurance to Xanos. Stepping forward, he bowed before the silver clad figure. "I would be honored to take up the powers of the Magna Defender." Behind him, Zika mirrored his father's posture.

Zordon laughed again, and clapped Xanos on the shoulder. "Young Xanos, please do not bow before me, I am not superior to you in any way. I merely am a bringer of powers which in your heart you've possessed since you were born." A blue glow appeared in front of Xanos, and began to coalesce into a shape that Xanos was familiar with. Reaching up, he grabbed the weapon of the Magna Defender, a dual changing blaster sword.

Straitening up, Xanos stood stock still, waiting for Zordon to continue. "While the destiny of your family is bright, a great hardship will test you and your family. As the Magna Defender, you must meet that hardship head on, and try your best to defeat it. I cannot say what will happen after that. The future is in your hands." With that Zordon flashed out of existence.

Both Xanos and Zika trekked back to their hut where Ali and Azarand were waiting for them, the toddlers gazed at the armor in the pair's arms. Xanos looked upon their faces and vowed then and there that he would protect his family.

He was a warrior. He was the Magna Defender.