In a dark tower in a forgotten part of Hyrule's Gerudo Desert, a great evil stirred.

At the very top of this tower lay a large sword embedded in a pedestal and wrapped in many thick chains. Various talismans hung from the chains, the carvings in them shining with a dim light.

On one of the chains, the talismans stopped shining and began crumbling away.

Without warning, the chain snapped with a resounding clang! The orange stone in the sword's hilt began glowing brightly. The light left the sword in a bright orb. The orb of light expanded and fluctuated, eventually taking a humanoid shape.

When the light faded, there stood a tall and imposing man. He quite thin, as if every muscle was a wire being pulled to its limit. His skin was pale, blending in with the white jumpsuit, gloves, and boots he wore. His lips and short hair were equally white. The only spots of color on his person were the red cape adorned with a yellow diamond pattern and the purple eye shadow.

The man looked at his hands, turning each over with curiosity. Then he grinned. This evolved into a laugh.

"Hmhmhmmm…AAAAHAHAHAHA!"

King Rhoam's eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed. The horrid laughter in his dream was still ringing in his ears. He shook his head and opened the curtains in his room, letting the sun shine into his room.

There was a knock on the door and the king turned. "Enter," he said.

The door opened and his daughter walked in. Her golden hair was falling down her back and she was dressed in a simple nightgown.

"Father," Zelda said hesitantly, "I…this will make me sound like a child, but…I had a nightmare. I must tell you about it."

"Go on," the King said, beginning to dread what his daughter would say next.

"I dreamt that there was a great sword chained to stone in a dark tower. Then one of the chains broke and…a ghastly man appeared. He began laughing and…I awoke with my heart racing." Zelda stopped and tilted her head. "Is something wrong, father?"

"I had the same dream as you, Zelda," Rhoam said.

Zelda gasped and held a hand up to her mouth. "Then can it mean…?"

"Yes," Rhoam said. "The Demon Lord Ghirahim has risen again."

"Ahhh, how I missed the pleasure of walking on my own two legs," Ghirahim said, though his graceful leaps and shakes could hardly be considered simple walking. "Although, something is missing…"

He froze in place, balancing on one leg for a moment before he suddenly stood stiffly with his head pointed downwards.

"Of course," Ghirahim said, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers randomly. "How could I forget? The war was going so well, victory was so close at hand. And what happened next?"

He looked up, face contorted with rage. "THAT WRETCHED GODDESS SEALED AWAY MY ONE TRUE MASTER! THE NERVE OF THAT PATHETIC WORM!" He took a deep breath. "Hm, but it will be a simple matter of reviving our armies and locating the one who will break the seal."

His thoughts were interrupted when the doors to the room opened. Ghirahim looked up curiously to see a small group of people staring at him. They were dressed in identical outfits: red and black jumpsuits, masks with a single eye, carrying sickles. Among them was one taller individual who pushed his way to the front of the group. He was a bit overweight and didn't seem to be carrying any weapons.

He pointed an accusatory finger at Ghirahim. "You stand before the leader of the great Yiga Clan, Master Kohga! Speak, cretin, and explain why you have trespassed in this place most sacred to us!"

Ghirahim stared at Kohga, completely nonplussed. "Ah, so humans still exist in this world? How unfortunate."

"Answer me!" Kohga demanded.

Ghirahim sighed and shrugged. "I am here because I own this place, mortal. I am the Demon Lord Ghirahim, second in command to the Demon King Ganon. You are the trespassers here, if anything."

Kohga recoiled. "You insolent fool! We have worked tirelessly to break the seal on that sword, and it has not changed! We know you to not be the real Demon Lord. We will kill you for comparing yourself to him!" At his words, the ninjas around him (five in number) surrounded Ghirahim, their sickles pointed at him threateningly.

Ghirahim smiled and shook his head. "Hmhmhmm…very well. I shall entertain myself with fighting you all." He raised his hands, each one with two fingers pointed straight up. "I don't even need my sword for such an easy fight!"

"Get him!" Kohga commanded.

A ninja charged forward, swinging his sickle wildly. Ghirahim caught the curved blade in his hand and flipped it out of the ninja's hands with ease. He followed up with a punch to the face, cracking the Yiga's mask and rendering him unconscious. The second ninja slashed at him from the back, but his blade made only a small scratch in Ghirahim's skin. Ghirahim turned and roundhouse kicked the Yiga out of the way. The third and forth attacked him at once, and Ghirahim caught both sickles in his fingers again. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the two ninjas careening into each other, smacking their faces together and piling them up in a heap. He turned and grabbed the final Yiga by the face, throwing him into the wall before he even had a chance to attack.

"Impressive, for an impostor," Kohga said. In a puff of smoke, a long katana appeared in his hands. "But now your fate is sealed, for your opponent…is me."

"Gaha! Well, I suppose it would be prudent to sharpen my fencing skills," Ghirahim said. "My edge has been dulling for 10,000 years, after all." He snapped his fingers and a long curved black saber appeared in his hand. "Your move, mortal."

Kohga shouted and charged Ghirahim. The Demon Lord met the first katana strike with his blade, blocking Kohga's two-handed strike with a single hand. Kohga swung again and again, overhead, backhand, spin strikes, all like a carefully choreographed dance. Ghirahim was meeting every strike with ease, parrying each attack even as Kohga was backing him into a corner. Eventually, Ghirahim yawned. "You're boring me." He kicked Kohga and the man slid several feet back. "Now, it is my turn." He stalked towards the Yiga master.

Kohga snapped his own fingers, summoning two spiked balls in puffs of smoke. He thrust his hand out, and the spike balls flew right at Ghirahim. The Demon Lord sidestepped each one with ease and brought his sword down in a vertical slash. Kohga raised his sword to parry and was rewarded with his katana breaking clean in half. Kohga stared at his now useless blade, dumbfounded at what had occurred. He heard a chime and looked up to see a long floating knife pointed directly at the eye sigil on his mask.

"Now will you accept me as your master?" Ghirahim asked.

Kohga's broken blade disappeared in smoke and he got on his knees. "Lord Ghirahim, it really is you!" he shouted excitedly. "We were beginning to fear that you would never return."

Ghirahim harrumphed. "Well, that fiendish goddess clearly underestimated me, just as you have." He snapped his fingers and his knife and sword disappeared. "If she hadn't, she would have known to place a stronger seal on myself. Stand, fool."

Kohga hurriedly scrambled to his feet. "Master, tell us what you want and I swear the Yiga Clan will do everything in its power to satisfy you!"

Ghirahim hummed thoughtfully. "I suppose for now, I merely wish for information. Starting with what exactly this 'Yiga Clan' is."

Zelda and Rhoam, each now fully dressed, were sitting in the throne room of Hyrule Castle. "If Ghirahim truly has returned, father, then can it mean that…that…"

"No," Rhoam said, his eyes closed. "If Ganon was revived, we would know for certain. As it is now, I feel that the seal on him is still strong."

"But Ghirahim will doubtless want to change that," Zelda said. "He will soon have his army amassed. We won't be able to combat that on such short notice!"

Rhoam opened his eyes. "There might be a solution. Impa!"

From the shadows, the sleek Sheikah attendant stepped out and bowed to the king and princess. "Yes, your majesty?"

"Bring me the Sheikah Morphers," Rhoam said.

Ghirahim sighed as he paced around the throne in the dark tower's audience chamber. "So that is what has transpired in my absence? How truly…disappointing."

"Indeed, Master," Kohga said, nodding quickly. "I assure you, the Yiga Clan has worked tirelessly to reassemble the demon army and resurrect both yourself and Ganon!"

"So that is why the seal on myself had begun to wear down after a while," Ghirahim said. "Rest assured, Kohga, that now that I have returned, the Demon King will reign supreme soon enough! But first…" Ghirahim raised his hand. "Arise, my warriors!"

In an instant, the room was flooded with black smoke. The smoke coalesced into shapes, and when it faded, there was 50 Bokoblins gathered in the room. Ghirahim hummed in disappointment. "So that is all I could raise with the power I have? How unfortunate. Minions! Our first order of business is to gather all the fear energy we can from the humans. With it, I can regain my strength! Follow Kohga into the capital city, wreak havoc everywhere you go! Let the humans know that their end is close at hand!"

The Bokoblins screeched in their approximation of a cheer. Kohga laid a hand on his heart and bowed to Ghirahim. "I can promise you, my master, that I will not fail you."

"Oh, no need for that," Ghirahim said. "Mortals are fragile creatures. They will bend to your will easily."

Zelda looked in awe at the collection of devices before her. "These are the Sheikah Morphers of legend?" Her heart was racing as the five objects she had studied in books for so long were now right in front of her.

"Indeed," Rhoam said. "The seal on Ghirahim has weakened, but not fully broken. Since his power is not at its fullest, we may be able to stop his attack before it begins with the help of the knights chosen by these Morphers." He looked up. "Impa, activate them."

"Of course, your majesty," Impa said. She raised her hand over the five morphers before her. "Sheikah Morphers, hear me. A great evil is rising. Awaken and find your five chosen knights to combat this evil!"

The Sheikah eyes on each Morpher began pulsing with golden light.

"What happens now?" Zelda asked. She already knew the answer, but the situation was so surreal she was having a hard time remembering.

"They will seek out five individuals who are selfless, courageous, cunning, and kind," Impa said. "All we can do now is wait."

"Thank the gods History was cancelled!" Daruk said over the cacophony of the students running around the halls. "I thought I might die of boredom!"

Revali sighed as he exchanged his Hyrule Historia textbook with his Algebra one from his locker. "Honestly, why must you always insist on sleeping through History? It isn't that boring."

"Like you're one to talk," Daruk said. "You're always paying more attention to Medli than Mr. Kass!"

Revali squawked in surprise. "Pipe down about that! Do you want the whole school to hear?!" He sighed and calmed himself down. "And anyway, Mipha can always help us out again, so I'm not worried."

"That's what I'm saying!" Daruk shouted. "But still, something tells me you just want an excuse to talk to Medli. You want her to be your new tutor, don't you?"

"Quiet!" Revali squawked.

Daruk laughed heartily. "That's why I love hanging out with you, buddy! It's so easy to push your buttons."

Revali put a wing up to his face. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder how we're even friends."

"If you two are quite finished," Mipha said, "Your Algebra class is starting in less than a minute. I suggest you get to it."

The Rito and the Goron jumped in surprise. "How long have you been standing there?" Revali demanded.

"Long enough," the Zora replied as she walked away.

Urbosa was running through the empty halls in a panic. Bad enough she was late for her first class, now she was hopelessly lost. The classroom numbers were spinning through her head and she couldn't for the life of her figure out where in the school the main office was.

"Come on, Beedle, hand it over," she heard someone say.

"We know you got our lunch money, now hand it over!" she heard an identical voice say.

Urbosa slowly peered around the corner, seeing the source of the angry shouts. Two tall, lanky boys were harassing a shorter, scrawny kid with a small afro.

"J-just leave me alone already!" the smaller boy said. "I told you, I brought a bagged lunch today so I don't have any money for you!"

"Don't you go lying to us," one of the lanky boys said. Urbosa noticed they looked almost identical. "We know you've got enough change to spare, now empty your pockets already!"

Urbosa thought about what she should do, then turned and walked away a bit. When she thought she was far enough away, she called out, "Hey, Mr. Kass, over here!"

The two brothers fell silent. Then Urbosa heard their footsteps running down the hall, growing fainter and fainter.

Urbosa rounded the corner and offered her hand to the small boy. "You okay? Did they hurt you at all?"

The boy looked up and took Urbosa's hand to hoist himself up. "Thank you, I'm fine," he said. "You're a real lifesaver, you know that?"

"Well, I just did what I thought was necessary," the Gerudo said. "I'm Urbosa, by the way."

"Beedle," the boy introduced. "Those two were Gorman and Ingo. They're always causing trouble, best to stay clear of them."

"Duly noted," Urbosa said. "By the way, can you tell me where Mr. Shikashi's classroom is?"

In Hyrule Castle, the yellow Sheikah Morpher began glowing brighter.

Revali dutifully continued taking notes. He tried to ignore Daruk waving to get his attention from right next to him. It was hard enough to pay attention to Mr. Shikashi's dull monotone without having his friend distracting him. He was at least grateful that Medli wasn't in this class as well. Then there'd be no chane of him getting any work done.

The door to the classroom swung open and Revali snapped up to see who it was. His eyes widened slightly upon seeing who it was: a Gerudo girl about his age was there, wearing a yellow t-shirt and black pants. Her red hair was long and curly, reaching down to her back in a ponytail.

Mr. Shikashi paused his lecture and turned to address the student. "And you are…?"

"Urbosa Riju, sir," she said. "Sorry I'm late."

"I trust you have a good reason for your tardiness?" Mr. Shikashi asked.

"I…uh…" Urbosa stopped to think.

"Well? I'm waiting," Mr. Shikashi said.

"Her father's car broke down."

Mr. Shikashi turned and looked at Revali with surprise. "What was that?"

"I saw her on my way here today, Mr. Shikashi," Revali elaborated. "Her father's car broke down, so she had to walk the rest of the way to school."

Urbosa regarded Revali with equal parts curiosity and gratitude.

"Very well," Mr. Shikashi said. "Take your seat, Urbosa and try not to disrupt my class any further."

Urbosa took the only empty seat left in the classroom, on Revali's other side. As Mr. Shikashi continued his lecture, she turned to him.

"I owe you one, thanks," she whispered. "Why'd you do that?"

"I always try to give out one random act of kindness a day," Revali said. "I think it'll endear people to me more. Why were you late to class anyway?"

"I had some trouble with these two guys, Ingo and Gorman," Urbosa replied.

"Oof, that's rough," Daruk whispered from the other side. Of course, his idea of a whisper was more like a harsh wind. "Those two are even more full of themselves than Revali here!"

"That's quite enough from the peanut gallery!" Mr. Shikashi said.

The rest of the class continued with the three students in silence.

In Hyrule Castle, the blue Sheikah Morpher began glowing brighter.

Daruk hummed quietly to himself as he walked home from school. Uphill was fine enough, but he couldn't wait until he got to the hill's crest. From there, it was easy rolling all the way down.

He was about to reach the top when he heard something: a faint whimpering deep in the trees off to his left. Curiously, he began pushing his way through the brush, then screamed in fear at what he saw.

There was a large black dog, its leg stuck under a heavy branch that fell of the tree above it. It was whimpering and wiggling, but no matter how it struggled it could not get out.

Daruk was about to turn around and run away when he stopped himself. If he told Mipha about this encounter, she would no doubt be mad at him for leaving a poor creature like this. Of course, he could always not tell Mipha.

He took another step when he was stopped by another whimper. He growled quietly to himself and turned around. "Okay, Daruk, deeeep breaths. In…out…remember what Mipha said, you're way bigger than this thing, you're a tough guy made of rocks! Yeah!"

After sufficiently psyching himself up, Daruk approached the dog again. He flinched when it looked him in the eye, but a few more deep breaths steeled him up for what would come next. He rubbed his hands together and lifted the branch. The dog crawled out from under the branch and rose to its feet. Daruk dropped the branch and immediately began backing away. The dog began following him, tail wagging the whole time.

"No, shoo! Shoo!" Daruk said, waving away the dog. It barked excitedly and Daruk began rolling away, his strangled cries echoing down the hill.

In Hyrule Castle, the black Sheikah Morpher began glowing brighter.

Mipha sighed. "Daruk, you can stop hiding behind me."

"I can't help it, Mipha!" the Goron shouted, trembling in fear. "You were the first person I could think of that could help me!"

"Come on, Daruk!" came Sidon's voice from the front door. "How many times are you going to run from dogs before you realize they're not gonna hurt you?"

Mipha shook her head. "Sidon, get the first aid kit."

"Huh? Why?" the little Zora boy asked.

"Look, the poor thing is limping," Mipha said, pointing as the dog followed Daruk around the front yard, favoring its back leg.

A few minutes later, Mipha successfully bandaged the dog's leg, an impressive feat considering it wouldn't stay still unless Daruk was nearby. "We'll need to call animal control and get them to find him a home."

"Fine by me!" Daruk said from a safe distance away. "As long as it's not anywhere in my neighborhood!"

Mipha sighed and shook her head. "Honestly, I struggle to imagine how you function on your own…"

In Hyrule Castle, the pink Sheikah Morpher began glowing brighter.

"Any luck?" Zelda asked as she entered her father's study. Then she gasped as she saw the four brightly shining Morphers.

"Four of the knights have been chosen," Rhoam said. "However, the red Morpher stubbornly remains dormant."

"According to legend, the red knight was the leader, right?" Zelda asked. "What if we can't find the red knight in time for Ghirahim's attack?"

"Then we will make do with what we have," Rhoam said.

"Your majesty!" The two of them looked up to see Impa's worried face on Rhoam's TV.

"What is it, Impa?" Rhoam asked.

"There are monsters approaching the city!" she said. "They will be here in minutes!"

Rhoam cursed under his breath. "Then we have no choice. We must mobilize the Morphers now!"

Revali watched Medli talking with her friend Komali from his table. He had been spending the past ten minutes working up the nerve to talk to her, but that other guy was making things difficult for him. He was always around her, and frankly it was giving Revali a headache.

Finally, after an additional five minutes of working out what he would actually say, Revali stood up and walked over.

Medli saw a flash of blue light out of the corner of her eye and she turned around to investigate.

"Something wrong, Medli?" Komali asked.

Medli shrugged when she was nothing there. "Just my eyes playing tricks on me, I guess."

Mipha and Daruk watched the animal control truck drive away. Daruk sighed with relief. "Glad that's over," Daruk said.

"Indeed," Mipha said. "I just hope the poor thing will get the new home it deserves."

"And like I said earlier, I hope I never see that thing again!" Daruk said, stretching his arms up high. "Well, I'd better get home. Old Bludo's probably worried sick about me by now."

"I look forward to seeing you again on Monday," Mipha said with a smile as she turned to walk back inside.

"Yo, big sister!" Sidon shouted as he ran down the stairs, "I was wondering if we could go swimming la –"

Sidon stopped talking when he saw that Mipha was no longer there. He put his hands on his hips. "Come on, I know she was right here."

Revali looked around frantically. One moment he had been walking up to Medli in the mall, the next he was in a huge chamber of some kind.

"Revali?"

The Rito turned around and his eyes widened in surprise. "Daruk? What the heck is going on here?"

"You tell me," Daruk said. "One moment I was walking home from Mipha's house, the next moment I'm here."

"And where is here, exactly?" They both turned to see the aforementioned Zora looking as confused as they were.

"It's obvious, right?" said a fourth individual. "This must be Hyrule Castle."

"Urbosa, right?" Revali asked. "What makes you say that?"

She pointed at the banners hanging from stone pillars around them. They were marked with the sigil of the Hyrulean royal family: a bird holding aloft three triangles.

"That's just some old flag," Revali said, waving dismissively. "That doesn't prove anything."

"Then how about this?" They all turned and saw who was speaking. He was a tall old man with a voluminous white beard. He was dressed in a suit and tie, and had a grim look on his face.

"I am King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule," he said. "And this is my castle."

They all stood there, taking in the information they had just learned. King Rhoam sighed. "If you're all done gaping at nothing, we don't exactly have much time. You can skip the formalities for now."

"How in Din's name did you teleport us all here?" Rhoam glared at him. "Er, your majesty."

"All will be explained momentarily," Rhoam said. "It will be easier if you all stay silent while I speak."

Everyone shut their mouths. Instinctively, they all lined up side by side.

"Good." Rhoam began pacing up and down the line, looking at each individual in turn. "I assume I need not elaborate on myself any further, considering I am the leader of the country you all live in. I have summoned you all here because I require your help. There are monsters approaching the city." Each of the four looked at each other in shock and worry. "They are being led by an ancient and powerful evil force known as Ghirahim. If left unchecked, they could hurt many innocent people." The King turned around. "Impa!"

From the shadows, a slender woman with white hair and blood-red eyes emerged carrying a box. Everyone jumped at the woman's sudden appearance.

"This box contains the devices I used to summon you all here," Rhoam explained. Impa opened the box and showed its contents to the four of them. Inside were five bracelets, each with an engraving of an eye with a single teardrop carved into them. Each engraving was a different color: red, blue, yellow, pink, and black.

"These are Sheikah Morphers," Rhoam explained. "As the name would imply, they were created by the ancient Sheikah tribe. Each contains tremendous power that would be gifted to you should you choose to accept this responsibility. I have no doubt that you have misgivings and I would not blame you for declining. But the fact remains that we need warriors to combat this new threat and the Morphers deemed you to be worthy of becoming those warriors."

The four stood there, taking it all in. Then Daruk looked up. "Wait, Morphers? Does that mean…"

"Yes," Rhoam said. "With these devices, you would be able to transform into the legendary Power Rangers."

"YES! THIS IS AMAZING! I CAN'T BELIEVE –" Revali stopped shouting excitedly when he realized that everyone else was staring at him. He cleared his throat. "Yes, well, I always admired the Power Rangers of other countries and…well, when I was a child I always dreamed of becoming one. And what child didn't dream of becoming a –"

"I appreciate your…enthusiasm," Rhoam said, "but I'm afraid that every second we waste standing here is another second that the monsters get closer to the city."

Revali smiled smugly. "You can count me in, Old Man. As long as you promise to explain things in greater detail later."

"Revali, he's royalty! Show some respect," Mipha scolded.

"He's the one who said that we didn't have time for formalities," Revali pointed out.

"I'll help too," Daruk said, pounding his chest with one fist. "I've always wanted to be part of something bigger than myself, you know? And I figured this might be just the ticket!"

Urbosa hummed in thought. "I guess I might as well," she finally said. "I might be new to this city, but I can tell there are good people here. I want to help them any way I can."

Everyone turned to Mipha expectantly. She looked to the ground, thinking carefully about what she would say. "I suppose," she said, "there are some things I want to protect. Certain people. I accept your request for help."

Rhoam nodded. "Well said. With that done, I will present you with your Morphers now. When each one resonated with you, they showed us what they saw in you, what event drew them to consider you worthy of their power."

He took the black Morpher and looked at Daruk. "Daruk, you put aside your fears and acted bravely to help the very thing you wanted to stay away from. These qualities make you a fine protector and a worthy candidate for the Black Ranger."

Daruk took the bracelet in his hand, noticing that it was at least half as big as his whole hand. However, in a flash of purple light, it appeared on his right wrist; it was a perfect fit. He laughed. "Now that's more like it!"

Rhoam took the Yellow Morpher next and turned to the next in line. "Urbosa, you acted bravely to stand up for someone weaker than yourself, even though he was a stranger to you. This noble deed shows you have great promise as the Yellow Ranger."

Urbosa took the bracelet and slipped it on her wrist. The bracelet flashed yellow and Urbosa grinned. "I won't let you down."

Rhoam turned to Revali and presented him with the Blue Morpher. "Revali, you demonstrate great cunning and quick thinking to aid your friends in any problem they may have, no matter how small. These are qualities that would make you an excellent Blue Ranger."

Revali took the bracelet and looked at his wing. "Is there any way I can put this on without impeding my flight?" he asked. The bracelet flashed and attached itself to his upper arm closer to his shoulder. "Ah, much better."

Finally, Rhoam placed the Pink Morpher in Mipha's hands. "Mipha, you demonstrate a genuine care for all living things, no matter who or what they may be. This kindness is a trait that all Rangers have, but the Pink Ranger most of all."

Mipha slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, smiling and bowing. "Thank you for this opportunity."

"Hey, there's still one left!" Daruk said, pointing to the Red Morpher still sitting in the middle of the case.

Rhoam nodded. "The Red Ranger is traditionally the leader. With this in mind, it would make sense that the Red Morpher is being more fickle with who it would want to choose."

"So, until this Red Ranger shows up, I will be more than happy to fulfill his role of leader," Revali said, spreading his wings as if he meant to take off.

"Yeah right! You couldn't lead a mouse through a straight line!" Daruk said with a laugh.

"Are you sure we're friends?" Revali asked.

There was a loud beeping sound and Impa took out a Slate hanging from her hip. "It appears the monsters have infiltrated the city," she said. "The attack has begun."

Rhoam nodded. "You must go protect the people," he said. "Impa will send you to where they are now. Remember, with your Morphers, you can overcome any obstacle in your way. Say 'Wild Knights, answer the call,' and their full power will be yours to command. Now go!"

Impa tapped a button on her Slate and all four champions disappeared in a flash of light before they could get in another word.

Rhoam sighed. "So, the hope of our kingdom rests with a bunch of schoolchildren," he mused.

"You must have faith, sire," Impa said. "The Morphers chose them for a reason. Come, we can observe them from the security room."

Zelda frowned from her hiding place behind a pillar. She was getting a bad feeling about what would happen next.

A/N: And so begins the most unlikely crossover of all time. I have no idea what sleep-deprived stupor I came up with this idea in, but here it is! The Champions of Hyrule put on the multicolored spandex (Yes, as much as Dr. K would say otherwise, it is still spandex) and suit up for their fight against Ghirahim and his forces of darkness. They're Champions...with attitude. Okay, so Revali is the only one with any real attitude in the group, but that's more attitude than any of the goody-two shoes Mighty Morphin' Rangers.

While I'll mainly be drawing from Breath of the Wild for Zelda characters and setting (I'm envisioning it as Wild's Hyrule fused with a modern-day city like...oh, I don't know, New Zealand?), I will be pulling from other games as well, as demonstrated by Ghirahim and Medli. This takes place in a world where Hyrule exists alongside the real world as its own country. As such, all Ranger teams that existed on Earth in the "main" timeline (aka, not RPM, In Space, SPD, etc.) did exist in this universe. That being said, this takes place a few years after the events of Jungle Fury. As for Zelda timeline issues...we'll cover that later. Until then, let me know what you think in a review! Bye for now.