Alright, alright! -grumbles- I so didn't intend to do this now, I really didn't. One fanfiction at a time is more than enough, and I have this big work coming on in December…

But I knew I was doomed as soon as realized I just need to get back to Shiera's story. I wrote it a couple of year ago, and it won't stay behind. So I'm warning everyone who starts to read this, I don't promise regular updates. I have parts 2 & 3 of this trilogy written and ready for translation, but I have to redo part one entirely – long story.

Now that I finished ranting, let's get down to the reason we're here.

PROLOGUE

"Don't cry," whispered the red headed woman.

"How can I?" answered the man sitting by her side, "My sister is dying."

"For a good cause, brother."

"How could you trust him? How could you possibly think that he would join us?"

"I didn't."

"What?" the man seemed genuinely startled, "What did you say?"

"I knew he was sent to kill me," she patted her brother's hand and smiled, "I saw it."

"You saw?" he asked in disbelief, "I thought you lost your gift when…"

"So did I."

"Than how?"

"I'm dying. You have to remember. They will need to know, or all has been in vain."

"Who will need to know, Oshra?"

"Our children, eons from now into the future."

"Even our people do not live for so long."

"But you will."

"Speak."

"Tell me the colors of light."

"Blue, Yellow and Red."

"As well as Orange, Green and Purple. Do you understand what our parents didn't? The first three colors do not stand by themselves. This is why my twin brother turned away from the path you all wished for him."

"Didn't you ever want him to fight against evil, not for it?"

"I wanted him to be happy," she grasped her brother's hand, "I want you to believe."

"I carry Wisdom, dear sister, not Faith. That is your burden."

"I'm dying. You have to preserve my Light for when she comes for it."

"Who?"

"My child. My children, thousands of years from now. You will know the time comes when Earth will be threatened, the Line of Shadows crossed, the Hunter will reclaim his thrown and the Path of the Rainbow shall be opened. Then my children will need the light. You must keep it for them. Keep it safe in our crystals. Make sure they receive the crystals when they are young. You will know who they are: the twins and my heir. The boy will carry Red, and his sister Blue. They will come for her!" her grip tightened, "You must give them the crystals as soon as they are born."

"I promise."

"Wisdom and Faith, what is it that we form together?"

"Green, the color of Hope."

"Courage and Faith, what is it that you refused to accept?"

"Loyalty, carried by the color of Orange." The words tasted bitter in his mouth.

"He'll be the one to bring her back," she smiled, "Loyalty will bring her back and keep him from going."

"Keep whom from going?"

"The brother. Anger may blind him, but Loyalty will be his guard. His guard, and the believer in Wisdom."

"The sister is Wisdom? Oshra!" he said urgently as her breath became shallow, "Oshra!"

"I'm still alive," she whispered, her voice drained, "But not for long. The last, tell me the last."

He didn't need to ask her what she was talking about. He knew all too well.

"I can't."

"He is not complete, and he feels guilty for it. This guilt will curse him and his descendants, until the time of which I speak shall come. Tell me, what is it that my brothers won't let be?"

"Purple, but I do not know what it means."

"Courage and Wisdom." A smiled played across her lips. "Courage in battle is not evil by its nature, despite what you may think. The colors must be in balance with one another. Courage and Wisdom, my brother. Think."

He bowed his head and thought hard, trying to answer his younger sister's question. "Perhaps… Honor?"

"Close enough. Will you remember all this?"

"I will."

"He left his crystal where he stabbed me. He could not carry the burden. Retrieve his crystal. Take mine as soon as I'm gone. Keep them all. The sister is as you said. My heir you will know. Give them their crystals as soon as they are born, but do not tell them the crystals' true use until she will ask you."

"Who?"

"She will look just like me…" She closed her eyes and sighed contently.

"Oshra?"

Next time: "The black Ranger's confidence in his teammates is wavering. A little push, and he will fall"