To say this has been a long time coming would be an understatement. I've been working this story on-and-off for over 20 years. Somehow that's only about a page a year. I hope by putting this up, I'll get the motivation to finish this out. I cannot work to a time schedule as my RL schedule sucks to no end. Adulting sucks.

I do not own Power Rangers or any associated franchise. I'm just a fan that had delusions of grandeur.

Prologue:

In the beginning, there were five. An unstoppable team of defenders, they held off armies against which the earth had no defense. The sixth defender came shortly after. At first misguided, he almost destroyed the five. When the leader of the five defeated the sixth in near deadly combat, the sixth joined with the five to stop the evil. It was not to last.

Though the Prophecy foretold of his coming, it also foretold of his fall. The armies of evil had become much more than the sixth could handle. The sixth lost his power and his will for the fight. The sixth eventually returned with a new power and will in the heart of a tiger, but his first power was not yet at peace.

The evil had regained control of the power and set the sixth against himself. The sixth won and the evil lost the power. The power and its possessor were (of his own volition) banished to the past.

Lost in time, the power wandered the world, giving a defender to the weak in times of need in the form of temporary possessors while searching for the true soul-heir to the power, the One who would bring the Light to the darkest night.

The five are gone, the world is vulnerable, and a great evil is about to wake. The world, sensing the danger, directs the power to one who has a spirit worthy of the power...

The spirit of the Dragon...

Doomsday...

"Destroy them all!"

Yesterday, the city was... normal. Everybody was going about their everyday lives.

Today, the city is at war. An army of "things" have taken over. I hear screams everywhere. Many fight back but there are too many. Overnight a resistance cell has formed, determined to survive. My friends and I formed a small fighting party in this cell. My mother helped to bring it together. My father was killed in the first wave of the invasion. I can still see him in my mind going into that burning house after that little girl. No time to grieve, yet. My sister is next to Mom, afraid to let go. So am I, but I have to stay strong for both of them. My friends, too. We have a stronghold hidden from those monsters, but they will find it sooner or later. Mom is with the other cell leaders planning a rescue mission that I will lead. She knows she cannot talk me out of it. Too many have been hurt already to just stay back and watch. Besides, I want a piece of those things that killed... No. Calm. Grieve later. It's almost noon now. The strike is planned for night. Our scouts have come back. They're here! I get my team. I can almost feel my mother watching me as I charge out the door. There are hundreds of those things. They charge. We fight. It feels like an eternity. Some get by... Mom! I turn to see the stronghold. Locked tight, they can't get in but we cannot get reinforcements either. I look to my friends and the other teams. Not many left. Battered, we fight on. They are not getting my family! I let out a battle cry I never thought I had in me as I charge and give those things all I've got. Too many... Two of my team go down... Three... Four... Oh, help us!

Suddenly, like an answer to a prayer, a wave of light flows through the air like a flash flood. The things cringe in fear and turn to dust. The sudden silence has everyone stunned. Mom is the first out the door. She holds on to me with her arms and cries "It's all over the airwaves! The invaders are gone! It's over!"

"Yes it is." I felt the wave of light go through me like a refreshing shower. We all knew somehow that we were saved by that wave. But I also felt a loss. A loss for my father. And a feeling loss of which I couldn't understand. All I could do is clutch at the medallion I wore on a chain around my neck...

A/N - You can kind of guess when I actually started this story. Personally, Countdown to Destruction should have lasted more than one day and should have been shown as a global event. As you can guess, this is not Angel Grove. However familiar faces will be seen throughout. See you next chapter.