"The Mother of Magic has been lost." His words were quick, concise, and full of sorrow. He had lost the love of his life as she committed a selfless act to protect the citizens and denizens of more than one realm. He only hoped that his fate would be so honorable. Pushing back a stray strand of brown hair behind his ear, the man looked at the small screen, waiting for a reaction.

"And four becomes three." The voice was quiet, acknowledging that a member of the small family had been taken from them. "How was Atria killed?" Tears threatened to spill from the woman's normally stoic façade.

"The thing called itself The Master, from one of the dimensions she began to govern after The Calling. His power was ancient, and she wasn't prepared." The gentleman paused as he tried to word his next statement correctly. "She gave her essence to a young witch."

"We may need to remember the child's name, if The Calling was also transferred. The Mother would have made sure it was in good hands if she even suspected that it was not to be the end."

The widower silently agreed, but knew that he had to change the subject if he wished to keep any composure. "The Lady of Light must be told."

The middle-aged woman frowned. "We can't do that to her. She deserves a life, not to be in hiding. She's done so much good since…"

"Tiva, we have no choice," the older man interjected. They were both thousands of years old, and he knew that it only meant they had grown stubborn with age. "We are weaker without my wife. His legacy must be protected."

"Dorzel, my friend, you are the Patron of Power. I will stand by your judgment, but I refuse to intervene in Karone's life. She doesn't even know what The Great Wave did to her. She knows nothing of what she became."

"She became a ranger shortly afterward, did she not?"

"That was not what I meant, and you know it." The woman's demeanor changed slightly as she saw a look of ignorance staring back at her. "And do not even try to tell me that her acclimation of the Galaxy Power was not the work of you and your wife. We both know it was truly Magic that brought the Terran's sword to The Lady." For the first time in centuries, he could have sworn he was talking to Dimitria. The elegance of the woman staring back at him was startling, and the voice eerily similar. "You handed her the Power. The results could have been disastrous if I had not monitored the situation."

"Of course youmonitored the situation," the man smiled, realizing he was politely mocking his friend, a hint of his former persona showing through. "You are the Watcher of Worlds. And as for The Lady, it was simply meant to be. The Universe ordained her with the Power at birth. She always should have been a ranger. In the end, we each knew what needed to be done, and so it was. We simply aided the fabric of fate along."

"You're beginning to sound like Dulcea. The question is: what do we do now? We were not meant to be a triad."

The man smirked. This is one of the few questions he had been prepared for. After taking a deep breath, he calmly replied. "We watch. We listen. We protect. We do as we have done for the past decade, and make Zordon proud. When the time comes, we'll confront both Karone and Clare. This is the calm before the storm, and I fear good may not prevail if our power is incomplete "

"Be careful, my old friend."

"And may the Power protect us." They both knew it would.

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So, random one-shot I wrote ages ago after watching the Mystic Force finale. The names are obviously anagrams (or at least partial anagrams). Dorzel is Lord Zedd, Atria is Rita, and Tiva is Divatox. Criticism is welcome.