And here is the beginning of my new work, one that I have been working on quietly for a while. As per usual, I don't own the Power Rangers. Enjoy!

High Priest Mors is portrayed by Ben Barnes

Caio is portrayed by Jason Momoa

Muria is portrayed by Teressa Liane

Suma is portrayed by KJ Apa

Anima is portrayed by Dove Cameron

Evan Tanner is portrayed by Alex O'Loughlin

Wesley Collins is portrayed by Jason Faunt

Prologue

The human race has always made stupid decisions. From the numerous wars that no one seemed to learn from to the individual decisions of a human. All the while Life and Death have watched with mixed emotions. Life's eyes held sadness and hurt at the ill acts humans have done against one another while Death's eyes held anger and some hatred. Life knew not to intervene in the world of man but Death… Death grew tired of the human's stupidity. Death waged war against the human race forcing Life to fight back. This is where the story starts and how it ends is anyone guess…

From another plane, one of darkness, a darkened man watch the goings on of the world above. A growl escaped his lips as he saw a man murder another over nothing but mere money. He couldn't fathom why people would do such things. But then again what he had done had gone against what he stood for. Death was supposed to be a neutral force but he wasn't, not anymore. And in doing this he waged war against Life herself. Thinking back to the pale beauty, he shuddered. While she may look innocent, he knew otherwise. Like him she was fulling capable of taking what was hers. Footsteps brought the man from his reverie as he turned to meet them. Standing in front of him was a brute of a man or god actually. With long dark hair and piercing almost black eyes. His garb consisted of a leather jacket over a plan vee neck tee with the remnants of tattoos showing on his chest. He had on black skinnier jeans tucked into combat boots. Daunting in size, the man stared down the behemoth in front of him.

"Sir," the man boomed softly, "we have located Anima." The man he addressed looked at him pleased as he smiled making his olive skin and darkened eyes twinkle.

"And where is she, Caio," the man purred. The behemoth of a man, Caio, looked up at him as he smiled and looked at the darkness showing the earth above them. The other man turned to look at the darkness as the image changed to the pale conundrum he knew.

"High Priest Mors," another voice echoed throughout the chamber. The darkened man, High Priest Mors, turned to see another beauty walk in the room. Her pale skin and bright blue eyes accented her blonde hair as is cascaded onto a black long sleeve skintight dress with black leggings and black boots.

"Muria," the High Priest answered back curiously as the woman, Muria, stopped.

"Suma has found the exact location of Anima," Muria spoke softly. Caio smiled as the High Priest nodded and looked back at the darkness. Muria and Caio watched for a moment before turning to leave.

"Find Anima and bring her to me," the High Priest said evenly, "I can't have her interfering in what I have planned. But do not harm her! She will only attack if her attack her first or she sees no other option." Both Caio and Muria nodded as the left the room. High Priest Mors just watched as the pale beauty in front of him had no idea of the danger that was no coming to meet her or so he thought.

~GodStrike~

Walking through the grove she had called home, Life looked around as she sighed. A gentle breeze blew her long pale hair around as her pale blue eyes scanned the area. Something on the breeze felt off but she couldn't put a finger on what. She had to get back to her realm soon. While there was much death in this realm there was also a lot of life and that was what was giving her the energy. Another sigh escaped her as a chill went down her spine. Spinning around, causing her mid-thigh length dress to flare out a bit, Life looked behind her but saw nothing. Rubbing the long sleeves of her dress before adjusting the scarf around her neck, Life went further into the grove. Her knee length boots crunched the leaves as fall began to seep into the land. She had to admit this area was gorgeous but her mind had to focus on what she had come here to do. She made it to the small cottage she called home here before looking over shoulder one more time. Satisfied that she wasn't followed, Life went inside to find the objects she sought. She rummaged through some drawers before turning to her chest at the foot of the bed. A headache began to pound as she dropped to one knee. Her strength weakened before multi-colored lights shone from the chest. Weakly, Life reached out and the bag containing the lights shot into her hand. Instantly her strength returned and she got up shakily.

"I need to figure this out soon," she murmured to herself, "I can't stay in this world for much longer." She opened the back and saw elemental looking talisman as a memory surged forward.

Death had begun his onslaught while Life watched wide-eyed. Never before had this happened but she knew something must be done. With that she ran through her home until a blast rocked it. Life grunted as she was thrown into a wall and in walked Caio. The immensely muscular man smiled down at the petite girl before looking past her. Life followed his gaze and saw another person. This one looked no older than her physically. His brown hair spiked up a bit as his amber eyes twinkled with the destruction caused. Life narrowed her eyes as she studied the two men. They both seemed happy at having caught her off guard so Life smirked when she dove through one of the windows. Both the men yelled in surprise as Life landed on her feet and took off running. With a flick of her wrist, her normally flowy dress changed into a slightly shorter version. She kept running, the wind sending her long pale blonde hair flying. She was almost to her destination when another figure stepped out in front of her. Skidding to a stop, Life saw a blonde woman walk out with a tall man. Life's eyes widened as the man smirked.

"Hello Anima," he laughed as he stared her down. Life or better known as Anima stared back at him as she sensed someone come up behind her. Taking a deep breath, Anima ducked down and set a leg into the gut of the brutish one flipping off him and kicking back the smaller more maniacal one. The two skidded back toward the man and woman. The man looked amused while the woman looked angry. The woman was about to charge forward when the man stuck his hand out. Anima looked up and right into his eyes.

"Mors," she spoke softly, "what have you done?" The man, Mors, laughed as he summoned his scythe.

"I grew tired of the stupidity," he cackled, "the race above us know nothing of what hides in the darkness. So now I will give them something to fear but first I must get you out of the way. You are the only one that can stop me. But I unfortunately cannot kill you or else I die as well so you will be my prisoner than." Mors stalked forward as Anima's eyes narrowed and she took a fighting stance. At that point Life and Death begun an intricate dance. Each time Mors would swing at Anima she would dance away from it and each time Anima sent a kick towards Mors he would block her. Neither seemed to be gaining any ground until Mors grew tired.

"Enough!" he bellowed and sent a blast at Anima. It sent her back as she cried out in pain before an ethereal line appeared connecting her to the ground. Mors laughed as he stalked forward and Anima struggled to get up.

"This will keep you tied to this plane," Mors laughed, "even if you manage to escape your prison; you need to come back here or else you die." Anima growled as she stood shakily as Mors stalked off. He motioned for the two males to grab her. As the two ascended on her, a fierce gale kicked up as a yellow light filled person appeared or would have person except he was made from wind. The windy man looked at the two and put his hand out, shooting them back. Mors spun and looked as another came forward but this one was green and made of water instead. The being gave off a light laugh, indicating he was actually a she as a blast of water sent them flying. Mors growled but was cut off by bolts of lightning. He looked up to see nothing but more lightning. Anima on the other hand looked up to see that one of the lightning bolts was actually humanoid in shape. She smiled as the two figure in front of her raised their hands and teleported her out of the area. Upon the light fading, Anima found herself in front of the wind and water figures but also an earth and fire one. She also two others observing but these two seemed special as one was made of solid light and the other of darkness. A deep rumble brought her attention to the front. The fire figure stepped forward.

"Lady Anima," he rumbled as the lightning figure came up next to him, "we offer our help in the fight against Death." Anima looked at the wide eyed then smiled.

"Thank you," she said, "your help will be…" She was cut off as searing pain came from her chest in the spot where she was tethered. Dropping to her knees, Anima took a deep breath as an emerald green light shot up the tether. A bellow resounded above them as Anima smiled and tried to get to her feet. The earth figure walked forward and helped her up before making a stone chair for her to sit in. Giving a grateful nod, Anima sat down as the figures all around did as well.

"Your help will be greatly appreciated," Anima sighed as the pain subsided, "but how will you fight? I sense that you cannot leave this realm." The lightning figure chuckled a deep yet familiar chuckle. Soon the image of Nordic God of Thunder appeared as well as the Greek God of Thunder. That's when it hit Anima.

"You all embody Gods or what were once Gods in the human world," Anima cried out happily. The fire one chuckled at that as the water one nodded.

"Yes, Lady Anima," the water one replied, "we represent the elements from three different pantheons. The humans called us the Egyptians, Greek and Nordic but we unfortunately lost our worshippers…" Anima nodded as wind one took over.

"So we came here to lend our support to you and watch over the world from a distance." Anima nodded again as pain erupted in her back but she ignored it. Having sensed her duress, the light figure walked over and laid a hand on her back. Instantly the pain was gone and another bellow rang down. The light figure nodded as Anima could sense a mark on her skin. the earth figure chuckled.

"Well it seems that she has given you a mark to help with the tether," the earth being said richly. Anima gave the light figure a grateful nod before studying the two.

"And what of you two?" The two figures looked at each before looking at Anima but it was the lightning figure that spoke.

"They have certain requirements." Anima nodded as seven lights appeared in front of her, out of the lights appeared talismans. Anima looked wide eyed as each talisman had the three symbols of each pantheon. She looked at each being then back down. The fire figure walked up to her and helped her up.

"You must find humans capable of wielding these," the fire man spoke, "we cannot go to the human world anymore but the only way to beat death is with these." Anima nodded as she moved a bit but this time the light figure spoke.

"You must be careful," the light figure hummed, "if you are away from the talisman too long then your strength will wane until you die." Anima looked down and nodded once again before rubbing her shoulder.

"Thank you for helping me in the first place," she spoke softly, "all of you." The seven figures nodded as they dimmed from view. Anima snapped out of the memory by a voice saying her name.

"Ani, are you okay?" She turned to see a tall man with broad shoulders and slightly chiseled features. His soft blue eyes rich with worry as another man was bent over her, the other man's brown eyes scanned her for any signs of injury. Anima smiled as she patted the nearest one on the shoulder.

"I am fine, Evan," she murmured as the man, Evan, helped her up. The blue-eyed man just watched for a moment. Anima watched him in return as she saw a faint flash of something appear around his head. It looked like a helmet that was a majority red with a huge black visor that connected to a silver mouthpiece. The black visor had a huge red arrow down the center that stopped at the silver. Evan looked at the other man as he gave a cocky smile.

"Should we tell her, mate," Evan asked as his Aussie accent rang through. the other man sighed as Anima looked at him curiously.

"Tell me what, Wesley?" Anima asked curiously. The man, Wesley, gave Evan a pointed look. The two learned a while back that Anima could come off as a child in some aspects when in actuality she was Life itself. Wesley sighed as he rubbed his temple.

"It's Wes, Ani," Wes said softly before looking over his shoulder and stepping closer to the two, "and we think we found another place that will help with your problem of dying. As well as help give the power the talisman does so that way when we find our Rangers you won't die." Anima's eyes widened as she gave off a childlike giggle. This got Evan laughing as he hummed a bit. Wes looked at Evan. He was a weird sort for Wes but the man was good. He was a doctor, well paramedic, but also a hellishly good engineer. Evan looked over Wes as he said,

"Well, Sheila! I think we should get out of here before they figure out where you are." Anima nodded as she waved her hand and everything flew into the trunk she was just in. Wes shook his head as Evan gave off a laugh. Anima smiled big as she felt the pouch the talismans were in. She had a feeling the town they were going to was where they would find their team. The amulets warmed up at the thought. It seemed the gods that gave their powers did too. What none of them was aware off were the prying eyes that watched them load up and drive away. Anima shivered and looked back but saw nothing. She shrugged it off but knew something was going happen soon. Both Evan and Wes looked back as Anima gave them a bright smile from the backseat. She smiled even bigger when she read a sign that said,

"Savia Cove, 5 miles." The amulets warmed up greatly as she saw an imposing set of buildings.

"Say Wesley," Anima asked as she heard Wes sigh and Evan snicker a bit, "what are those buildings?" Evan looked over toward the private school.

"That's a private school," Evan replied while Wes focused on the road, "it's one of the most well-known boarding schools in the world." The amulets reacted again as Anima looked at the school.

"Well that is where we will find our Rangers," she declared startling both Wes and Evan. The two looked at the school as they made their way through the forest tunnels and into town. None of them knowing just how gnarly things were about to get, especially when gods were involved.

And here is the prologue and now onto the contest… Rules are simple; have fun and be original! Oh, and you can submit up to 2 OC's.

Males- Green, Yellow, Purple and Black; Females- Red, Brown and White.

(The Purple Rangers are already taken. And the Black and White Rangers must be related somehow; whether their siblings or relatives. And Yellow, Black, Red and White are taken as well.)

All I need left is Green then the team will be complete.

As usual I will give my OC an example so here is the form and the Purple Ranger.

Name:

Nickname:

Age (11-18):

Ethnicity:

Actor/Actress:

Personality:

Clothes: Everyday-

School-

Family:

Backstory:

Ranger Color:

Ranger Weapon:

Other:

Purple Storm Ranger

Name: Lokie Young

Nickname: Lo (only from those he trusts)

Age (11-18): 14

Ethnicity: Scottish

Actor/Actress: Cameron Dallas

Personality: Despite his namesake, Lokie is quite relaxed by nature. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't have a prankster side to himself. He is very smart or rather street smart anyways. He is observant and always willing to try something even if it gets him hurt. His patience knows no end or is seems that way but he actually just lets most things slide as it would be too much work to make a fuss over them.

Clothes: Everyday-Lokie has on a royal purple henley with the sleeves rolled up to right below the elbows and the top two buttons undone on his henley with dark wash jeans that are tucked into black boots.

School- Lokie wears the uniform with his blazer open instead of closed and the top two buttons undone on his white shirt which is tucked into fitted skinny pants that go into boots.

Family: Grandfather- Scott Young, Grandmother- Saoirse Young, Aunt- Nessa Young

Backstory: Lokie had the misfortune of being born to two professors of mythology hence his name. His grandparents and aunt criticized his parents for their ill choice name but that didn't stop them from planning on having any more kids. That is until Lokie was ten years old and his parents went on a dig with one of their colleagues. Everything seemed normal for him until his grandfather showed up to pick him up from school. It was then that he found out his parents had been killed in freak accident. Lokie was then put into the care of his aunt who at the time lived with his grandparents. Things after that became hard for the ten-year-old as his aunt didn't like him that much and would often ignore him, most of the time not telling his grandparents anything about him. Lokie soon became angry and one night lashed out at his aunt when she had "forgot" to make him dinner. It was then his grandparents saw just how bad of shape the now eleven-year-old was. Upon seeing his aunts fear, he made a vow to himself to just let things roll off his shoulders. But that doesn't mean he trusts people that well not even his grandparents.

Ranger Color: Purple

Ranger Weapon: War Hammer

Other: Lokie is a good cook when he shows it. He is also dyslexic so he often refuses to read.

So, there ya go… have fun and I will be putting a week time limit on this. If you have any questions or would like to give concrit on the prologue lemme know. Oh, and I would love it if you would pm your submissions. See ya'll later!