A/N: I couldn't believe how many people entered a character. There were over 10 submissions! Sadly I can't use everyone. I ended up have to draw them randomly because I couldn't decide. Now if your character didn't get picked I'm really sorry, but there is a surprise. There is going to be a 7th ranger later, plus I hope to have every character make an appearance. All right here are the original 6 rangers, the 7 is going to be a surprise later. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I own Nathalie and the other OC are owned by their creators

Nathalie "Nat" Ramos- Red Ranger. Grade: Sophomore. Spirit: Artemis, goddess of the wilderness, hunt, animals, and health, associated with the moon. Zord: Deer. Special Powers: Animal Mimicry (Power to take on the ability of animals) and Accelerated Healing.

Llewelyn "Lew" Cardiff- Blue Ranger. Grade: Junior. Spirit: Hermes, god of travel, message, language, and athletics. Zord: Hawk. Special Powers: Teleportation and Superhuman tracking (of objects and humans).

Charlotte "Charley" Valentine- Yellow Ranger. Grade: Sophomore. Spirit: Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, and desire. Zord: Dove. Special Powers: Force Fields and Empathy (to read/control others' emotions).

Bryson "Bryce" Alexander- Green Ranger. Grade: Senior. Spirit: Apollo, god of music, healing, and plague, associated with sun and light. Zord: Raven. Special Powers: Light Manipulation (Control/ absorbs light and can be used to burn things).

Kennedi Casteel- Orange Ranger. Grade: Junior. Spirit: Hestia, goddess of hearth, home, and cooking. Zord: Crane. Special Powers: Plant Manipulation (Control movement/growth of plants) and Memory Manipulation (erase or enhance memory of others).

Jet Carson- Black Ranger. Grade: Senior. Spirit: Ares, god of war, manly courage, and civil order. Zord: Vulture. Special Powers: Superhuman Strength and Superhuman Durability (higher resistance of damage before being injured).

If you would've of told me last year that me ending up covered in food would've led to me and five others to become best friends and Power Rangers, I wouldn't have believed you. But isn't it funny how fate works out?—Nathalie Ramos, Red Spirit Ranger

A girl around the age of 16 sat alone at one of the many lunch tables in a high school cafeteria. On her lap rested a guitar and she had a notebook in front of her. She began to sing.

"Take what you want, steal my pride—

She hit a wrong note, winced and tried again.

"Steal my pride—pride,
Build me up or cut me down—to—size"
Shut me out but I'll just scream"

Her voice squeaked on the last note. She coughed, and went on.
"I'm only one voice in a million
But you ain't—ain't taking that from me (oh ooh)"

She set her guitar down and scribbled something in her notebook. Once again, she strummed her guitar, frowning.

"Hey, Nat," another girl said to her, sitting down with three other girls. She had shoulder-length brown hair, shorter and darker than Nathalie's own, and hazel eyes. Both were about 5 foot 4, but the other girl was a year older.

"Hey, Kennedi," Nathalie said, with a slight French accent, before taking a bite of her apple.

"What'ya working on?" One of the other girls asked, taking Nathalie's song book.

"A new song," Nathalie replied, strumming once again. She hit a wrong note, and threw her hands up in the air with a cry of frustration.

"It's ok, you'll get it," Kennedi said, patting her back. Kennedi stood up. "I'm gonna go get my food now."

Just then, a group of senior jocks walked in, and sat down a few table away.

"Hey, Isaac," One of the boys said, "I dare you to go over there and dump your tray all over the foreign exchange student," He pointed at Nathalie.

"That's my sister!" Isaac protested, "No way—and she isn't a foreign exchange student. We moved here last year from France, remember, Zack?"

"Your sister, huh?" Zack said, quickly getting up. "If you don't want her lunch on her lap, you'd better move fast!"

"No!" Isaac yelled, chasing after him. "Nathalie!" He was too late. Zack had already dumped Nathalie's whole tray of food, plus her milk, over the younger girl.

"ZACK!" Nathalie screamed. She dripped from head to toe with food, and so did her guitar and notebook. She held the book out. "Look what you did!" She hastily grabbed her book bag and ran off to the bathroom.

"Eew, gross!" Zack called in a mocking voice, waving his hands around. By this time, Kennedi had returned.

"Good going Zack, "She said, before following after Nathalie, but she stopped at Isaac. "And you call yourself her brother," she snapped, before leaving.

"I tried!" Isaac protested after her, though he still looked slightly guilty.

"Nat?" Kennedi asked, as she knocked on one of the bathroom stalls, "You in here?"

"Yeah," Nathalie said, coming out of one of the stalls in gym clothes. "Zack better watch out."

"Don't do anything stupid," Kennedi warned.

"Who said it was going to be stupid?" Nat said, with a smile. "Come on." She pulled on Kennedi's arm.

"Wait!" Kennedi cried, "What's this?" She pulled an orange envelope off a mirror. Nathalie walked over and grabbed the red one taped beside it. Both were addressed to them.

"What's this?" The two asked at the same time, looking at each other.

Just as Nathalie and Kennedi ran out of the cafeteria, a group of popular kids walked in.

"Hey, what happened in here?" One of the girls asked another student. The girl was a sixteen-year-old blonde with sea blue eyes, wearing a yellow flower in her hair.

"Yeah, Zack dumped the French girl's lunch all over her," The other student replied, before going back to his friends.

"Hey, I'm going to see if she's OK," The girl said to one of her friends.

"Charley, she's not our problem," The other girl said, before walking away. Charley ignored her and followed Nathalie.

She walked into the bathroom just in time to see Nathalie and Kennedi pick up the envelopes. Charley ran out of the bathroom and backed up against the wall. She looked up, and taped to the ceiling was a yellow envelope. After jumping up a few times, she snatched it, and looked at her name, written neatly on the front.

"So Bryce, are you ready for basketball season yet?" A boy asked, as he sat down next to an eighteen-year-old boy with shaggy black hair and hazel eyes.

"Oh yeah!" Bryce shouts, while high fiving his friend. Just then, a few tables away, they heard someone yell "Zack!" They boys looked over, and saw a girl dressed in red dripping wet with food. Bryce's friend started cracking up.

"Hey, dude," Bryce protested, "That's not funny!"

"Yes it is!" His friend said, still laughing.

"Sometimes you can be such a jerk," Bryce said, standing up to throw his food away. Taped to the trash can was a green envelope with his name on it. Carefully, he ripped it off before looking around the room.

"Zack!" A boy's voice yelled. Zack turned around, and there stood a tall brunet, glaring at him.

"Oh great," Zack snickered. "What do you want?"

"You, to apologize to Nathalie," The boy snapped.

"No way, Jet," Zack laughed.

"You're gonna regret that," Jet said.

"Oh, like I'm scared of you," Zack mocked, but then Jet's fist slammed into his nose. Pulling his hand back from his nose, Zack looked at the blood on his fingers, growled and quickly ran to the bathroom.

"Jet!" A girl yelled, storming over to him. She was obviously his sister, and looked almost identical to him except for her shoulder-length black hair. "Why do you always have to be the hero? You don't need to fight to solve a problem."

"Sorry, Tina, I just can't stand Zack," Jet replied, sitting down with his sister.

"That doesn't mean you have to fight. There are better ways to solve problems," Tina replied, standing up. Jet sighed and set his head down on the table. He looked up again, and in front of him lay a black envelope. "Jet Carson" was scribbled on the back in white marker.

"What the…?" He asked, as he picked it up.

"Hey, Lew! Check out the fight over there," A boy said, as he sat down next to a boy currently reading a comic book.

"What are they fighting about?" Lew asked, in his Welsh accent, without looking up from his comic book.

"Do you remember Nathalie?" He asked, and Lew nodded. "Well, Zack dumped his tray of food all over her, and then Jet went up and punched him." He said.

"Good, Zack deserved that," Lew said with a smile, and stood up.

"Where are you going?" The boy asked.

"To thank Jet for doing my job for me," Lew said. He headed for Jet, but the other boy left before Lew could reach him. Looking around the cafeteria, Lew heads into the hallway and looks around. As he turns around to re-enter the cafeteria, he finds a blue envelope taped to the door knob. Peeling it off, he finds his name scribbled on the back.

"Hello?" Lew called into the dark school gym. "Anyone here?" He turned his head and saw five others walk out of the shadows.

"So, you got a letter too?" Nathalie asked.

"Yeah, it said to come here after school," Lew said. "Do you know why?"

"No clue," Kennedi replied.

"I do!" A voice breaks in. They turned their heads to see a woman in her mid-thirties walk out of the darkness. She has long red hair, that was braided back.

"Who are you?" Bryce asked.

"I am one of the twelve Titans, Phoebe. I am the Titan of 'bright' intellect and prophecy."

"A Titan? Like in Greek mythology?" asked Jet as he crossed his arms.

"Yes. I was sent by Zeus to find the six chosen ones," Phoebe said.

"Zeus, Titans, and chosen ones? What does this have to do with us?" Charley asked.

"I cannot say here. We must go somewhere private," Phoebe said, walking up to one of the brick walls. She glanced back at them. "Are you coming?"

"Look, I have no idea who you are, but what you've said is just a bunch of hogwash," Bryce said.

"We don't even know you," Kennedi added.

"The world is in grave danger. Without you, your world will be destroyed," Phoebe replied.

"I'm out of here," Jet said, and all of the others followed him but Nathalie.

"Nat, are you coming?" Kennedi asked.

"I believe her," Nathalie said, looking at Phoebe.

"What?" Lew asked.

"I don't know, I just do," Nathalie paused, "Please just trust me,"

"Ah, what the heck," Charley said, as she stepped forward with Nathalie.

"Count me in!" Lew added.

"Us too," Kennedi said, as the rest of them joined Nathalie.

"I hope you know what you are doing Nat," Bryce said, and Nathalie nodded. The six of them walked to Phoebe, who reached out and touched the wall. A portal opened up, and Phoebe turned around to them.

"Come on, then," She said, as she stepped through.

"Let's do this," Nathalie said, as they followed her.

Once through the portal, they all looked around, amazed. The room looked like a marble Greek temple. Around the room sat various computers and monitors, and in the center was a big round table with six chairs around it. In front of each chair was a colored symbol. Red, blue, yellow, green, orange, and black.

"Where are we?" Kennedi asked, as she walked around.

"We are in a different dimension," Phoebe said, and she motioned for them each to take a seat at the table. Nathalie sat in front of the red symbol, Kennedi the orange, Jet the black, Charley the yellow, Lew the blue, and Bryce the green.

"So, why do you need us?" Jet asked.

"Over millions of years ago, Zeus and Poseidon set their brother Hades over the underworld. Hades was furious, and promised he would seek revenge. He found a way to leave his body in the underworld and select a host body every 5,000 years, locking the host's spirit away. He uses the body and unlocks the demons of the underworld to help him. It has now been 5,000 years since his last attempt, and I am afraid that he will once again seek revenge," Phoebe said.

"So how do we fit into this?" Charley asked.

"Within each human lies the spirit of a Greek god. You six have all been chosen to unleash that spirit and save the world," Phoebe said.

"Us? But we're just normal teens," Kennedi protested.

"No, you're not, you're anything but that. Each of you has the mental and physical capability to hold the power," Phoebe said, as she held out six coins. "These coins unleash your spirit and allow you to morph into Spirit Storm Rangers."

"A Power Ranger?" Lew asked, amazed. "Like in comics and on the news?"

"Yes, you six are the chosen Power Rangers. Will you do it?" Phoebe asked.

"I will," Nathalie said first, standing up.

"Me too," Kennedi said, standing with her friend.

"I'll do anything to keep our world safe," Charley added.

"Ah, what the heck," Jet said, as he stood up.

"Us too," Bryce and Lew said together.

"Once you accept, there is no turning back." Phoebe warned, and they all nodded, "All of you stand over here." Phoebe said, leading them to a set of colored circles on the floor.

"Jet, you have the spirit of Ares, god of war, manly courage, and civil order. You are the Black Ranger, and will command the Vulture Zord. You now have the power of superhuman strength and superhuman durability, "Phoebe said, before moving over to Kennedi.

"Kennedi, you have the spirit of Hestia, goddess of hearth, home, and cooking. You are the Orange Ranger, and will command the Crane Zord. You now possess the power of plant manipulation and memory manipulation."

"Bryce, you have the spirit of Apollo, god of music, healing, and plague. You are the Green Ranger, and will command the Raven zord. You will now possess the power of light manipulation."

"Charley, you have the spirit of Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, and desire. You are the Yellow Ranger, and will command the Dove Zord. You will now have the power to create force fields and of empathy."

"Llewelyn, yours is the spirit of Hermes, god of travel, message, language, and athletics. You are the Blue Ranger, and will command the Hawk Zord. You have the power of teleportation and superhuman tracking."

"Lastly, Nathalie, yours is the spirit of Artemis, goddess of the wilderness, hunt, animals, and health. You are the Red Ranger and will command the Deer Zord. You possess the power of animal mimicry and accelerated healing."

Phoebe backed away to face all of the Rangers.

"May the power protect you against your fight against Hades." Phoebe said, as a watch, in each of their Ranger colors, materialized on each of their wrists. Where the face of a clock normally is rests a small power disc, with pictures of each of their Zords engraved on it.