Author Note: Dredwing is actually a discarded draft of a name for Goldar during the original show's creation, but it fits so perfectly with the monster here I couldn't pass it up. Big thanks to the original creators of all of these shows!

Eons ago, the evil sorceress Rita Repulsa ruled everything with a poison grip, enslaving humanity and destroying countless wondrous creatures, all in the name of a lust for control and a hidden power. The good wizard Zordon was able to seal her away for ten thousand years at the cost of his freedom, but she has returned to wreak havoc on Earth again. Now, Zordon has chosen a team of noble, world-traveled teenagers to harness the power of the dinosaurs to stop her and bring peace to the world. They are the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers!

VOICE CAST

Brennan Mejia as Ash Ketchum/Red Ranger

Rachel Lillis as Misty Williams/Yellow Ranger

Lucien Dodge as Tracey "Sketchit" Matthews/Blue Ranger

Erin Cahill as Lia Feran/Pink Ranger

Johnny Yong Bosch as Brock Harrison/Black Ranger

Josh Grelle as Hayashi Feran/Green Ranger

David Fielding as Zordon

Richard Horovitz as Alpha 5

Barbara Goodson as Rita Repulsa

Kerrigan Mahan as Goldar

Special Guest Voice: Kyle Hebert as Dredwing

A Fever in the Blood

"There's two more here! We need stretchers now!"

Two bleary-eyed men burst through the glass double doors of Riko General Clinic, wheeling two stretchers in front of them. The medics skidded to a halt when they saw the sight on the concrete below. Doctor April Collings, who was leaving for home after the night shift, happened upon two nearly lifeless bodies laying in front of the clinic.

"Stabilize the neck. Keep her steady," Collings, twenty-nine and just a year into residency, said as she helped one of the men load one an unconscious woman on one of the portable beds.

"Did you see anyone else around, doctor?" the other man asked. He picked up the other victim, a little boy of no more than ten or so, and set him on the stretcher. As he strapped him in, the medic saw his hands and sleeves darken with blood from the child's arm.

Collings shook her head, and both men looked at each other with raised eyebrows as they wheeled the two injured people inside, away from the ink-black cover of the predawn sky and the chilly November air. As they moved, the doctor ran her light brown finger over the woman's sternum and to the left side of her neck; her blue sweat jacket and flower-print sleep shirt were torn and blood was splotched on her milk-white skin, which ran from two holes and a long tear on her neck that ran between the two marks.

"She shouldn't be alive, but she has a pulse," the medic nearest Collings remarked. "At least the boy's wound doesn't look so bad, but his arm is torn up."

The doctor walked over and looked at the boy, presumably the woman's son, and her insides tensed up even more than when she saw the adult female's condition. The same marks could barely be seen under the blood on his arm.

"This is spreading…" Collings thought. "First Feron Grove, now here?"

"So cold. And so welcome."

Miles away from the Riko clinic, a lone figure stood atop the green hill that arched over the Life's End cavern. His long, faintly lavender arms were crossed, and the figure licked his lips, savoring the coppery taste from his last meal. He ran his pointed tongue across two of his top teeth, and then over the point of a large one jutting from his bottom gum. It seemed that with each night and each new victim, the human flavor became sweeter and sweeter.

The being stood atop the hill facing the east. The late fall air was devoid of any wind; cold just hung in the air, and the tall one stretched out his arms, breathing deeply. Then…

Warmth. Just a twinge now.

A flash of what he suspected was the color yellow popped into his mind. The being still stood where he was, but now, three more crept from the cave—humans all in ragged clothing and with pale skin.

"Master Dredwing," one of them rasped, cowering behind the entrance to Life's End with the others. "The sun is coming up!"

Indeed, the first few needles of daylight were rising to the sky above the Amalei Region. Dredwing smiled and flapped two large, feathery, black wings, gliding down to the cavern. He then turned once more to the sun, and then headed inside the cave, the warmth fading from his body.

"Not yet, sun," Dredwing said in a calm, almost soothing voice. "Not yet."