Chapter One: Eltar
Eltar was a small thriving world located on the side of the galaxy opposite Earth. It was a beautiful, peaceful world of artists and philosophers. The people of Eltar were content and happy with the lives they led. They were a noble, powerful race with a lifespan lasting for hundreds of Earth millennia.
Eltarians were often identified by their soft facial features, silver hair, and deep crystal blue eyes. Their physical features aside, Eltarians were also known for the astonishing power they commanded. Eltarians held a mastery of planetary magics and shared the unique ability to use their own inner power to float and propel themselves through the air in powerful and fast flight. Despite Eltarians' great power, they were pacifists who always kept to themselves and seldom left their home world.
Eltar was a world of serene beauty. It was a bright and shining blue and white pearl dropped into the blackness of space. The soft blue grass spread across the mostly flat landscape leading into the crystalline blue oceans. There were no roads or cities. All homes on the planet were made of organic crystal formed into domes. They were very basic and were used only for sleeping and storing food and possessions. They shone brilliantly in the light of the twin suns which floated in the purple sky.
The greatest spectacle on the entire world of Eltar was the Great Crystal Palace. It was a vast light blue structure made entirely of crystals. The palace was built on a sharp angle and stretched up for miles, seemingly able to puncture the sky itself. It was in this place that the Council of El, the ruling body of Eltar, convened. The council was made up of the five oldest, wisest, and most powerful beings on Eltar.
The five of them stood silently in the highest room of the tower. The council's chamber was engulfed in pitch black darkness with the exception of five circles of light, arranged in a spherical pattern in which stood the members of the council. In the center of the circle there was another shaft of light which housed a complicated looking apparatus that hummed and would glow a pale white with various crystals jutting out at harsh angles.
Each council member was dressed simply in a white hooded robe. Normally the hoods would be covering their faces while addressing the public, however in this private meeting; they stood with their hoods removed, and each bore a solemn look on their face.
"Another star system has fallen to Ivan Ooze," a strong looking bald man named Jeton said. His bushy silver eyebrows were raised and his wrinkled face took on a youthful look of passion. "Soon Ivan will turn his attention on Eltar; of this I am certain. With each day that passes, his empire continues to grow."
"I do not agree with your statement," an elderly female named Kreion said sternly. Of the five council members, she was the lone female. "Even Ivan Ooze, with all of his power, would never dare to attack Eltar."
"Besides," an old male named Malon said. "Ivan just barely holds that empire of his together." He gestured towards the crystal apparatus in the center. "Behold the viewing globe." The machine began to hum and a translucent globe appeared over it. In the globe a vision of a small planet appeared.
"What's this?" Jeton asked.
"A planet called Earth," Malon replied. "It is an underdeveloped planet. The main race of sentients call themselves humans." The picture in the globe changed to show people built much the same as Eltarians. The planet's surface reeked of Ivan Ooze's presence. The sky was covered in purple clouds with matching streaks of lightning screeching out of them. These humans were dressed in purple rags. Their faces were covered with dirt and grime and they wore no shoes. They toiled endlessly under the guard of Ivan's purple Ooze soldiers, carrying rocks and large pieces of metal. "These people are weak and narrow minded, by all points and inferior race. Ivan has taken this planet and is using its people as a slave force in some large construction project. However despite taking the planet, Ivan's forces have yet to truly conquer it. Resistance factions and several ruling families are still free and openly oppose Ooze. Now, if a species so flawed and primitive can stand against Ivan's forces, how can they possibly hope to stand against a planet like Eltar?"
"Please Malon," Jeton said with a look of disgust, "to flaunt this doomed race before us as if they stood a chance of driving back Ivan's forces!" Jeton was becoming increasingly frustrated. This was not the first time the council had quarreled over this very issue. "We have to join this war and defend our brothers across the stars!"
"Ooze would not dare stand against us," Kreion said. "We are a powerful force to be reckoned with. Eltar could never fall to evil. Not only is the power of the eldest so strong, but the power of the younger ones continues to increase. Take young Zordon of the seventeenth sector as evidence of that."
A wave of uncertainty filled the room. The council had spoken at great length about this Zordon. Eltarians were born outside the womb; there were forty eight numbered sectors around the planet that housed great birthing machines. The fetuses would be taken from the mother's womb and grown to full maturity in a large liquid filled chamber. Every child on Eltar was virtually an orphan. There was no attachment to offspring and all children were raised in academies in their sectors.
Zordon was birthed into the seventeenth sector of Eltar. His education began like any other youth on the planet; however soon Zordon began to surpass all the other children. At first the council had paid him no mind, though soon, when the children began learning to control various magics, the gap between Zordon and the other students became astonishingly evident.
Young Zordon, from an early age, held a mastery of planetary magic, the likes of which had never been seen before on Eltar. While others needed to concentrate and use various complex incantations for the most simplistic spell, Zordon was able to conjure advanced complex spells with a mere thought. This had never been done before in the entire history of Eltar.
The Council of El had paid special attention to this youth. Over the years he had grown incredibly strong. He was unbeatable in the sparring circle; and there was not a being on the planet that could fly faster than him. His boyish cuteness had long ago become manly good looks which drew the attention of many females. He was truly the model that every Eltarian desired to be.
Despite his extraordinary abilities, Zordon remained very humble and kind. There was almost no one on the entire planet that had a single bad thing to say about the young adult. Kreion spoke again.
"It remains the majority decision of this council to maintain an isolationist approach to this conflict."
"But what of the youth of Eltar?" Jeton asked, his voice filling the chamber. "How do you think they feel?"
"We are the ones who make the decisions on Eltar," Malon said. "The youth are far too idealistic and dangerous to be allowed such weighty decisions."
"Well what of young Zordon?" Jeton demanded. "He is a youth who, you all know, possesses power an knowledge equal to or surpassing us all!" by now Jeton was raising his voice.
"You will be silent and respectful of your fellow council members!" Veron, another council member, bellowed.
"No Veron," Doran, the final elder, said. Doran was the head of the council and held the sacred white Staff of El. The staff possessed incredible magical power and was considered by many to be completely indestructible. "Jeton may have a point. Of all the youth, Zordon is by far the greatest. A seat on this council is most assuredly in his future. It might be in our best interest to gauge Zordon's reaction to this war that tears the universe around us to pieces."
"Very well," Veron said. "We shall send for Zordon and bring him before us."
The council put their hoods up and sent a telepathic message to Zordon of the seventeenth sector. The Council of El stood silently awaiting the arrival of the powerful young Eltarian, and underneath his hood, Jeton was smiling.
