Authors notes: Yes I am reusing some of the characters, and in essence I am trying this from a rather random perspective and a lot of this is trying to keep to the essence of cannon, while adding more of my own and revamping a few of the Ranger ideas. I make no apologies for the choices I have made in this work, but hope that you will enjoy.
Enemy reborn
The skies were darkened with clouds, and the earth scorched, all around was the cities of mortal beings in rubble, distorted with bodies laying about everywhere, all their faces holding a look of horror on them and a final scream still held on their mouths. Off in the distance was A man stood amidst it with a staff of power in his hands. HIS face was scarred and burnt in many places, and his robes were tattered from many battles. Around him were five people, each dressed in a mostly solid color of black, red, blue, white or yellow. Their boots went to their knees and they held in their hands what looked like a full scythe, a trident, bow and arrows, twin slender sai/swords, and an odd staff that looked like a key that had an obi atop it that flared out in the shape of an exaggerated heart. Their backs were slightly bowed backwards as they bore the weight of a full set of angelic wings, each matching the color of their cloths and weapons.
"SACCULECTOMY!" shouted the red garbed shortest female angel, with crimson wings opened fully above her body. "You have been judged by the courts of balance, you have been found guilty of disrupting the plan of nature. Your sentence; as given by the Council of Order and by the tribunal of Magic is banishment into the next life!" The Black garbed Angel tilted her staff and the orb at that atop it glowed a bright purple, "I will escort your soul to the gate myself!" she hissed our menacing. "I will see that you pay for taking my husband and my sisters family from us!"
"You will all fall." SACCULECTOMY said with glee, observing that the group with an insane grin on his face, as if the angels had played right into his hands. "I found your weaknesses before and I will find them again, you will never be rid of me!" With that SACCULECTOMY unleashed a blast of power that would have sent any lesser creature on their way to a bruised up behind, but these angels only flapped their powerful wings once.
Taking to action quickly, as they darted after SACCULECTOMY in fully out attack; starting with a full out attack with the twin sai/swords of the yellow garbed female angel, and she got close to his body, slashing out and drawing blood, the very color of which was a puss green. The sais/swords came in close and soon took off an arm, which brought out a scream from SACCULECTOMY.
"That was for my children that you killed!" the yellow garbed female angel shouted first, and then moved quick as lighting to take the other and half of a leg, "And that was for my beloved Knight! I prey your next hundred lives will be the hell you have given to others." With a swift kick, the yellow garbed angel moved and allowed the black garbed angel to take her place, as the magic from SACCULECTOMY drained out with his contaminated blood,
"SACCULECTOMY you will not be given quarter. This is your life's end, may rebirth purify you of this evil you have chosen. Your magic will be be-spelled to be for the good of mankind, may it settle your dept to good, and give to mortal warriors the powers needed to defeat their enemies." The black garbed angel said, and held the key/staff above SACCULECTOMY, the orb glowing brightly as it appeared that SACCULECTOMY's very soul was being ripped from his body. He screamed but then evil one was not out, his very blood seemed to try and reform him as his soul called to it. Creating a wiry cage that all but went through the Angels, and sent out electrical energy to try and stop the angels.
"I will not go quiet Rangers! I will have my vengeance and your powers for myself! The Tribunal have cursed my powers, but they can't change my soul! It does not matter how long it takes I will be stronger then the most powerful force of good one day and then all will be as evil" The black garbed angel's mask blew apart and her gentle face was shown; as slowly the rest of the angels were shown to their true faces, which not many mortals could confess to seeing, but it was the red garbed Angel that growled,
"We will finish you SACCULECTOMY, you forget what we are, and what we are forged from light and dark itself to do. We will always be there, and we shall do as we were forged to do, if it is in ever life." Red angel said softly, as if resigned to the events that will come next, "The grand design promises that more will come from our dedication, evil will always face our gift."
The black garbed Angel closed her eyes and the orb flared to life, as the angels as one said, "From one form into another!" The orb flared to life as bright as it ever could and SACCULECTOMY's screams could be heard for miles away as the light grew blinding and a doorway formed from it.
SACCULECTOMY's soul had been ripped from his still living flesh, which meant that his soul would be stuck, unable to move onto the next life until his body fully died. But that was before the Angel's bodies turned to ash and encircled him, five brightly colored lights encapsulated in silver light floated, creating a cage to hold his soul from his body and then five turned into ten as they split. Five of the orbs shot through the gate and five stayed and soon SACCULECTOMY's body had been transformed into a tree, which needed no permanent soul.
"NO!" SACCULECTOMY's soul cried out, knowing his powers only came from his soul and body together. Unable to be fully reborn and unable to rejoin his body, he was trapped in limbo, with the angel's to keep him entrapped.
Not too far from the gate formed another with the tribunal of magic forming a way to view the events, the black garbed judge slowly waved to the five angels souls keeping SACCULECTOMY trapped, "You will be needed one day on earth. For no good can permanently keep evil trapped, and no evil can permanently defeat good. So your souls I have split in half. Your souls are immortal, and will one day when the time is right be healed of this black magic." The red judge then spoke with a similar slow wave, "When the time is right your memories will be reveled and your powers will be forged in your reborn half. You will be whole and again perform your function." The last White garbed judge bowed slowly and waved, "I bless you that all you have sacrificed shall be returned, in every way that it has been taken from you. You will have every joy that you have sacrificed today; bright blessings upon your reuniting, these we the Tribunal seal into your souls Angel Force."
SACCULECTOMY Watched as the five angel souls were given the blessings and he knew, he knew that his rebirth was only a waiting game, they would tire, even Angel souls needed rest ever millennium or so.
2 million years later (Yes I said million)
Briarwood
Clair was sleeping soundly in root core as every night had found her, the Mystic Force Rangers were very good about coming and studying still, after all they still had magic. Clair was a full sorceress, and upon this night she was not alone. Leanbow, Udonna, and Nick were visiting; this night was wonderful under a blue moon. The Master had long ago been defeated, and peace had come to Briarwood.
But this night something else was coming, and Clair's peaceful sleep was interrupted by a power even the Mystic Mother would never have seen coming. Given that she was relatively new to the magical world, this came from the creation of all life in the whole of existence.
Clair's body began to float as she seemed to start having a fit of sorts. In her mind magic was the connection to magic was growing changing, transforming. Magic was reaching out to her, magic so old that even the Ancient mystics would be scratching their heads over it reached out to her. It knew its purpose, but knew no limits to the body it was entering, only to serve their purpose, the Tribunal of Magic had sent it, and the Tribunals will be done, else Order have no place.
It was a few moments later and Clair let out a cry so loud it brought the other three occupants of Root core to her room. Udonna cried out in fear not understanding what she was seeing, and Leanbow froze as he felt the chaos of magic flowing into the room, and forcing its way into the young Sorceress. Not even the Master could have hoped to even contain the amount of power in the room, it was too much to even mentally feel, let alone ever hope to understand let alone dream of control. Nick tried to come close to Clair, to try and help her out of the grip of the chaotic magic, but a power wild and chaotic stopped him. His magic started screaming in his body the closer he got, the cell-phone morphed even began to chirp loudly nearly overloaded from the presence of the magic in the room.
Pure untamed magic encircled the new full sorceress, and shot threw her body, soon she was screaming. Painful and loud long screams as her mind fought against the magic in the room; its power soon overpowering her mind and taking its purpose further. Too much magical power for her to ever hope to control seized her body and used her to shout. It knew the words to say, it could not give them everything, it went against the laws of Oracles, which is what the magic was turning Clair into. An eerie and hissing voice dark and cold, yet they all knew this was not an evil force. It was chaos, and from the very either of life force, it knew what it was doing.
"The time has come, the time has shown. Fullness the Tribunals will, it shall be done! From the darkness shall return, from the first again the truth shall burn. The Lion's roar will herald Rebirths return. Her mate must accept them, for all shall be returned; else evil their heart may turn!
From the storm into form Trial will breathe again. These losses shall also awake in new form. Trial to strengthen, trial to bring together as they are healed from being torn, undone the dark deed, healed from the event.
A broken heart and loss of bond shall herald the return of Vengeance. It shall be the focus to focused for mortals be to near. Friendship is the cure.
From meek and lowly shall break forth, Loves shinning warrior, with the Rhino's host. Near unto Love, Justice shall awake, and his blood will connected to the evil that will be the dark one reborn." After a few minutes the magic levels began to drop and ever so gently Clair's body was floated back onto her bed, and her body returned to her control. Wide awake and scared out of her mind, she fought to catch her breath. She hardly noticed the crimson tears as she sat up, hardly feeling Nick holding her. Her voice was horse and yet she looked at Udonna, whispering "What are Angels?"
To be Continued . . . .
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