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Chapter 1: A death in the family
It was a normal day in Briarwood, shortly after the mystic force's first victory, and Nick accepting his role as the leader of the team. Outside the city, at the sign that read 'Briarwood, 25 miles' a group of three teenage boys and one teenage girl pulled to a stop on their motorcycles. The girl removed her helmet, letting her long chestnut brown hair cascade down her back. "Is this the place?" she asked one, riding a bloodred bike. He nodded and pointed down at the city. One on a midnight blue bike also pulled off his helmet, shaking his sweaty obsidian hair loose. "So this is where the funeral is huh? It's beautiful here." he said. The final one snorted. "Yeah, and with our luck, there's gonna be a team of power rangers here." The one on the bike shrugged. "Thus far it has been as reliable as the seasons." he remarked serenly as they put their helmets back on. "Or a recurring butt rash." the one on the black bike retorted as he roared off. "Why is he acting like his head's been shoved up Bill Clinton's ass?" the girl asked. "Can't rightly say. He's your brother." the one on the blue bike said as they resumed their journey.
Down at the Rock-Porium, Vida spinning up some new music, while Nick made some repairs on his bike. Again. Xander was lounging around as per his usual style, Madison had her trusty video camera rolling, and Chip was, well...being Chip: acting like an idiot. In short, it was yet another boring day. All that was about to change, however. The door opened, with the little bell dinging to let them know. Xander looked up to see a guy dressed entirely in black, wearing a motor cycle helmet. "Do you know where the cemetary is?" he asked with an edge of an Irish accent in his voice. "Yeah, go down this road and turn left at the light, then make another left after a few more blocks." he replied, not bothering to get up from his chair. Mumbling his thanks, the guy left and climbed on a black bike and roared off with three more. Nick looked up. "No way.." he moaned as he watched them drive away. "You know them?" Vida asked. "We met at a truck stop a while back. At the time, that guy was threatening to kill some one for hitting on his sister." Nick explained as he sat down.
At the cemetary, the group trudged in, and walked up behind a woman in her forties, standing next to a man in his early thirties. "Your late, dragonlets." he said to the one in black. "I know Uncle Chang, I know. Had to get directions." he said with a sigh as he knelt beside the grave, and placed a single black colored flower on it. "May you soar with the dragons, tousan." he said as he began to recite the prayer for the soul of the man buried there. "May you always bask in the sun." the female continued as she placed a yellow flower on the grave. "May your dreams be pleasant and care free." the one dressed in blue said as he placed a blue flower next to the others. "And may you carry out the divine will." the final member of the group said, placing a red rose on top of the rest. The group all stood and left, save for the one dressed in black.
"What aren't you telling me, kasan." he said as he slowly stood. "He died fighting." she said as she handed him a sword. The boy stiffened and took it. "Against who?" he asked. "The knight wolf..." she whispered as the sword vanished into thin air. The boy turned to leave. "Dave, wait." she said, halting her son. If she didn't say this now, he would go on a rampage trying to exact his revenge. he was, after all, his father's son in every sense. "He wouldn't want this.." she whispered. Dave nodded, and left. Chang looked at his nephew's retreating form and sighed. This city was about to be rocked on it's foundations.
As he joined his friends outside the cemetary, he reached into his saddle bag and pulled out a yellow and black crystal. "Not again.." he groaned when it glowed slightly. The other pulled out crystals as well, which glowed slightly as well. Damn you fate, was the common thread of thought as they stowed the crystals again and mounted thier bikes, unaware of the eyes watching them.
Inside the massive Rootcore, Udonna sat reading from the Xenotome, trying to figure out why there was sudden surge of magical energy in the city. Turning the page, she found nothing. She ahd gone over the entire tome, and had found nothing at all. Strange. The tome was supposed to house all the things they did not know. Looking to the orb of light nestled among a nest made of branches, that allowed her to see the happenings in other places, she found it was showing the four bikers who had just left the cemetary. Strange. it had been showing them briefly for the past few days. But why? On a hunch, she turned to one of the first pages in the tome, and began to read. Her eyes widened.
At the Rock-Porium, Madison was flirting with Nick by trying to get him to show her how to fix the bike. The roar of motorcycles filled the air as the group from before pulled to a stop and entered. "What do you need, mates?" Xander asked, standing this time. "Just browsing." the one in red said hoarsly, like he had been yelling at a tree for four hours straight. Xander nodded and flomped back down. "Hey, do I know you?" the one in blue asked Nick. "Yeah, we met at that truck stop." he said as he reached for a wrench. "I'm Ian." he said as he handed Nick the wrench. "Thanks. I'm Nick." "The guy in the red is my bro Derak, and the chick is my girlfriend, Ashlee. And the guy with the attitude is Dave." Ian said as he kneeled by the bike, admiring it. "Sweet ride. Where'd you get it?" he asked. "My dad gave it to me for my birthday." Nick said as he finished the repairs.
There was blast of music as Vida put on one of her favorite recrods. To Ian's amusement, Dave pulled the guitar off the wall and started playing and singing along. Well, it WAS his theme song, after all. AC/DC, Back in Black. Toby chose that moment to come out of his office. He took one look at the group and went back into his office muttering about whackos. Dave hung the guitar back up, and continued with his impromptu concert, to which the mystic force clapped at the end. "Thank you." he said queitly. Derak's senses flared to life at that moment. There was magic around them. He could see faint traces of it everywhere in the shop, and there were five magical auras radiating in the room. With a start, he relized they were coming frommthe five teens in the room. Apparently, the others could feel it as well, just not as well as he could.
"You guys know any places we could stay?" Dave asked. "There's an apartment complex next street over." Chip supplied. "Thanks. See y'all in school, I guess." Ian said, hinting to the others that they needed to stay until theyfigured out what was with the magic. The others nodded in understanding. Dave, however, had his own agenda. As they group left, Nick's mystic morpher went off, signalling them that there was trouble. As they ran outside, they were met by a group of hidiacs. This was bad. They couldn't morph here, and they seemed to know it. Too late now. The five charged, preparing for another beating. To their surprise, the hidiacs died before they could even touch them.
Derak watched the happenings from the park across the record store. "Whatever those things were, they can't sustain themselves for very long on this plane of existance." he said. "Not like we can.." Ian added thoughtfully. "So whatever those things were, they need to find a power source to sustain them?" Ashlee asked as she studied the mystic force. "Exactly. But why would they attack those five? Unless.." Dave trailed off as they all looked at him. "What if they need their magic to survive?" he asked. "It's still too early to tell. We must wait, and then we will know for sure." Ian said. They nodded and headed to the apartment complex.
"Why would the hidiacs attack here? they've never been that stupid before." Nick said aloud as he leaned against the counter. "Maybe they're getting desperate?" Madison guessed. Xander shook his head. "If they couldn't even touch anything, why bother coming here?" he said. This was really confusing. They're mystic morphers went off again, except this time, they made it to the tree. As they emerged, they were attacked by more hidiacs, this time up to scratch. After about five minutes, they were dead, per se. As the group entered, they saw Clare sweeping the floor. "Where's Udonna?" Nick asked. Clare pointed at the Xenotome, where Udonna sat reading. "Ah, rangers." she said as she stood. "We have much to discuss.."
In the under world, Dave stood hidden in the shadows watching the hidiacs being infused with some sort of new energy. Whatever it was, it gave them a boost in power, until they came in contact with an elemental energy source, such as Nick's power over fire. Interesting. But why, was the main question. Why would they just get powered up, if they would die after five minutes in the human world. As his father would've said "A kalediscope of questions only requires one answer." But what was the answer?
"So, there was a differant kingdom that didn't participate in the war, and was destroyed because of this?" Nick asked Udonna, who had just finished telling the tale. "Not quite. They sent their own warriors into battle, each with their own powerful magic, all derived from the dragons whose powers they harnessed, hence the name Dragoons. But their power was too strong, and went out of control, desrtoying their own civilization, causing the Dragons to curse and exile them to another plane of existance. They vowed never to use their power again, but they broke that oath a number of times, each time sealing themselves again." Udonna said. "And this has to do with us how?" Vida asked. "When the hidiacs attacked the city, they were most likely looking for these dragoons. Why is still uncertain." Udonna said.
Dave emerged from a shadow on the wall in their new apartment, looking disturbed. Well, more disturbed than usual. "Well, what's the verdict?" Ian asked. Dave looked at him. "That you need to impregnate yourself with your finger." he said as he walked down the hall to his room. Ian followed, only to see Dave fading into another shadow. Where was he going this time? Ian shrugged and went to talk with Derak. Ashlle looked on as Derak threw him off the balcony. It didn't help that they were on the third floor, and right above the pool.
Dave looked around at the place he had emerged. The ladies room. "I gotta work on that.." he muttered. He froze as he heard footsteps approaching, accompanied by a shit load of giggles. "Shit on Derak's cloak!" he swore as he ducked into a stall and transformed into a gothic chick. "I, like totally dumped his sorry ass, and he was all like 'you so don't know what you r missing, baby.' Can you belive that?" he heard one say. He mentally groaned. Preppies. One step below politicians on the parasite chain. He opened the stall door and walked out like he owned the place, ignoring the looks he got from the preps. Once he was outside, he quickly lost his diguise. Looking around he discovered he was in a mall. This was gonna be a long trip..
The rangers were now back at the record store, where they were doing some touch up chores to pass the time until the next attack. The bell over the door jingled again, causing themto look up. It was a man who dressed like a punk rocker. "You got any AC/DC?" he asked. Vida nodded and pointed. He mumbled his thanks and began looking through the selection. He grabbed an album and placed on the counter. Nick rang it up, and noticed for the first time how his eyes were the same vibrant green as that Dave guy's, and he had the same short, spikey red hair that defied gravity. "You know anyone named Dave?" Nick asked out of sheer curiosity. "He's my nephew. Why, he get in trouble already?" the man replied. "No, he was in here earlier singing Back in Black." Nick responded as Chang counted out the money "Meh, that's been his theme song since he left the miltary. Honorable dischrge." he said carelessly. With that, he left. The rangers looked at each other. "Military?" they said in unison.
Dave looked around mall, feeling like a caged rat. Mutated and decayed zomibes, he was fine. Mass murderers and serial killers? No problem. But him in a crowded area like this and he became more clautophobic than a fat man getting an MRI. As someone bumped into him, he grabbed the guy and applied some pressure to his wrist. The guy yelped in pain and handed him back his wallet. That was the fourth time some one had tried to pick his pockets, all having the same results. If it was his friend Anthony, that thing would be on the other side of the building by the time he noticed it was gone. Why was he here again? Oh yeah, he had to find...
As Chang walked back to hgis apartment, whcih he was unpleasantly surpirised to find was right across the hall from his nephew's entourage, he thought about why all of this had happened. A crack had appeared in the gate, that much he knew. But how? It was time to visit an old friend of his, and hope to high hell that she didn't magic the shit out of on sight. Yes, my dera reader, he was going to see Udonna.
Deep in the underworld, Gorag, the knight wolf( I forget what his name is, so if anyone can tell me, I'd appreciate it.) had just finished the first power upgrade to his hidiacs. It was sadly temporary, but it would suffice for now. At least until he learned to harness the power of the snow staff to enhance them even further. His victory over the Lunar Dragoon was a great one, and many more would follow.
Back at the mall, Dave wandered into a store, noticing how every one seemed to be scared of something. A quick glance around told him it was some one in the room, but who was the question. His gaze fell on an innocent looking teenage girl, standing by the door. As he continued to study her, he picked out details he hadn't noticed before: her hand was jammed into her pocket, and her eyes had a hard look to them. He didn't really care, it had nothing to with him. It was obvious whoever he was looking for wasn't here, so he began to leave. "Stay put." a cold voice commanded. Dave looked at the speaker, revealing it to be the girl. Dave nodded and leaned against the wall. This was gonna be a long day.
At the apartment, Ian had just come back in from his "graceful" dive into the pool. "That was low, man!" he complained as he wrung the water out of his shirt. Derak shrugged and moved a piece on the chess board. Playing chess with himself; he had to get a new hobby. His shrink had told him as much. He took a moment to reflect on the group's problems: Ian had a drug addiction with weed, which he was trying to quit with Ashlee's help, Ashlee had the same dependancy with pain killers, which Ian was helping her give up, he was a pyro on the road to recovery, and drank way to much, and then there was Dave. He was a pyscho, and he had been through rehab for his smoking and drinking, which had failed on the smoking part. Now the only thing he drank was sake, and even then, not that much.
Dave stared at the woman who had revealed she had a gun. "What's your deal, lady?" he asked casually as he flipped a coin up and down. "Never you mind, goth." she spat. Dave rolled his eyes. "Please, is that the best insult you've got? I mean, who has NOT used that one?" he asked the store. Not a hand went up. With a growl, she advanced on Dave, who tornado kicked the gun away, then punched her in the face. Picking up the gun, he emptied all the bullets and threw them away. "If I were you, I would think twice about messing with other people like that, lady." he said icily as he left. The rest of the crowd mobbed her, placing her under citizens arrest. With a satisfied smirk, he melded into a shadow, heading home.
As Chang walked through the woods, he became aware of the increasingly strong magical aura in the area. He came to a stop in front of the massive dragon head that served as the netrance to Rootcore. It was shut. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a stone with several differant solors on it, as well as differant engravings. Holding it out, he chanted a quick spell, making the stone low bright pink and the dragon head to open. With a smile, he entered.
Udonna had just finished telling the tale to the rangers when she sensed him. It couldn't be..he died during the war! "Rangers, there is some one here." she said quietly. They nodded and got into fighting stances as footsteps approached. "Be at peace, rangers, I do not come to battle." a voice said. Chang appeared before them, dressed like they did in the magic part of the woods, except with dragons all over his uniform. "Pleasure to see you again, rangers." he said humorlessly, noting the shocked looks on their faces. "Who are you?" Nick asked as they tensed up even more, if that was even possible. "Not your enemy, so you can relax, pheonix." Chang said dismissively. "Udonna, has that book of yours told you anything of what is happening?" he asked. She shook her head. "I thought as much. I have bad news." he said. Udonna looked at him as if he was joking. More bad news?
"My brother has been slain by the knight wolf who calls himself Gorag. Now my nephew is going to try and kill him." he stated. "That's good, isn't it?" Chip asked. "To an extent. But Dave has a tendancy to let his emotions control him, making him hard to reach and reason with." Chang explained. Taking a glance at the orb of light, he said, "You are needed in the forest, rangers." before disappearing. They nodded and threw their cloaks off. "Magical source, Mystic force!" they called out while dialing the code to morph on their morphers. As they left to defend the forest again, Udonna sank into her chair. If there was a dragoon intent on revenge, it would make the ranger's job of preserving the peace much more difficult.
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