VISIONS OF FROST PART 1

"HA!" The Rangers yelled together, the ancient mystics and ancient age rangers attacked with the surge of their powers releasing from the swords or hands. With water to weaken the beast from the ancient mermaid, there was air to remove its fuel and earth to prevent the spread. Thunder and fire poured over the beast and with the power of the gods it enhanced their power. With Thoth's power, it was enough to seal the beast into the deepest regions of the ancient underworld.

Once surrounded by the darkness, Ra bombards them with light, blinding them essentially, and the other gods strike similarly.

The beast exploded by the massive power.

"Guardians of the Future, guided by the past!" The Ancient Age Pink Ranger declared once the rangers turned their backs to the destruction of the shroud charms.

"We call for the Magic, Together as one! Power Rangers! United all time!" The two groups of rangers all said together.

'Ti-ti! Tic-tic! Tic-tic-tic! Tic-tic!'

The disturbing blaring of the small alarm clock rattles a young teen girl out of her peaceful yet startling dream. She jolted up as she pounds the snooze button, throwing her legs off her bed as she sat up.

Another sleepless night, now she knew why she hated witches and wizards. That was all she dreamt about at night, battles and tears, space and ice.

"Galwit Mysto Ranger!"

What does that even mean? Drifting her hands down her face, she got to her feet and began to prepare herself for today's school field trip. Under her eyes were dark and the edges of her lips seemed swollen, that shouldn't be a shock as she gazed into her mirror and combed the knots out her black luscious hair. Ever since she could remember, the nightmares have consisted with visions of the mountains calling her name every single time, referring to her as the Shining.

Maybe her shining green blue eyes, or the shine she couldn't get rid of on her nose.

She even told her parents of the cryptic dreams and the epic battles. Her father always took it as a joke and her mother excused them to be the behavior of the movies she'll watch. The only movies she watched the most were the ones her mother produced and she never recalled mountains and ice glaciers, especially a man and woman shouting, "Magical source, Mystic Force!"

Her parents were so secretive, especially her father. When she was only 4 years old, they moved to Warwick Canada and the dreams got worse. They mainly moved because of her mother signing a new filming deal and her friends here have been slimmed to none. She missed her Uncles and Aunts which she now rarely sees, but today she was going to get her answers. The field trip was set to climb the three sister mountain, this would be her first and she was excited. Despite that, when she looked back to her clock it was 8 when she had to meet the students at school by 8:30.

Oh crap!

"The field trip is today!" The girl's screech echoes within the stairway. Wearing a red hoodie and blue jeans, she hustled down the steps at the sound of her feet clanking with the wooden steps.

So much for sleeping in late, she was in a hurry. The sky was clear and her parents were up and ready in the kitchen as they prepared for breakfast.

"Vivian, you can't leave without breakfast," Her mother chuckled as she placed the forks and spoons on the square table in the dining room.

"Seems she is taking after me today." Her father said as he brought in cups and napkins.

Commenting on her clothes again? The girl rolled her eyes. There wasn't a day her parents wouldn't analyze her clothing, especially the color. It was just a red hoodie, it wasn't a blue crop top like last time, which her father went crazy and demanded her back upstairs to change.

"Anyway," she said out loud, "The bus will be here soon, so I have to hurry." The girl pulled out a chair, waiting impatiently with her hands tapping the edges of the table as her father squinted his eyes.

"You got ants in your pants?" He said.

"No." She shook her head.

"Most of the time it's the parents telling the child to hurry up," The mother said to the father as she walked in with a basket of bread. They took a seat and took in samples from the middle of the table and onto their plate. Leaving the girl only 10 minutes to eat, she lifted the fork of eggs to her mouth and briskly pulled the cup of orange juice to her lips, without even chewing the scramble eggs first.

If she continues to eat as she is, she will become ill. Her mother called out to her from across the table, "Vivian?"

Not a word was heard in Vivian's ears as she pulled the bread from her teeth and stuff another round of eggs, plus fruit salad and the orange juice down her throat.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Her father stopped her by pulling down her hand and away from her stuffed cheeks.

"Relax, what's your hurry?" He said sharply.

"She's excited to see the ice meteor at the top of the mountain, right?" The mother asked Vivian.

"Other than it being a landmark of the town," Vivian said with her mouth full as she gulped. "I am not sure really. It just seems like something is drawing me there, is that normal?" Vivian responded.

The parents swiftly gave a stare to one another knowingly, making Vivian wonder once again about what they are keeping from her.

"What?" She looked to them with her head leaning into her plate.

"...We already know you're not normal," Vivian's mother smiled.

"That's true," Vivian put her fork down, "Kids at school never cease to remind me."

"Remind you of what?" Vivian's father wondered.

BEEP! BEEP!

That sound meant the school bus was outside. Vivian wasted no time as she scurried off her chair and picked up her blue bookbag from between the coffee table in the living room. "Bye, see you guys at the trip!"

The front door to their modern rectangular square brick home was closed shut. That was just like Vivian, bringing up a vexatious concern and then rolling out to dodge her dilemma. She was really captivated about the ice glacier, it was an amazing vantage point, but from how it came to be, turned a knot in Vivian's father's stomach.

"I know this is tough for you Nick," Said Vivian's mother, as she looked across the table with innocent eyes. Her black long hair was styled into wavy layers as she wore a baby blue knit sweater over a white collared shirt.

"Yeah," Vivian's father; Nick, gathered his fork and knife and stroke the knife back and forth on the roasted sliced ham on his plate. "Do you ever think we should stop doing this?" He said as he placed his fork back down to the plate.

"Nick, she really wanted to go on this trip. She's going to find out eventually, all that discipline you gave her, I think she is ready."

Nick shook his head, "No, not yet."

"Well, it's already done Nick. She going on that trip whether we like it or not, now it's our job to check the myths ourselves. Someone is calling out to her, she is confused, Nick. Whether it's the Snow prince or not, the others are doing their darndest to pick up the facts. This isn't about you, it's our about our daughter."

"I know Maddie," Nick sighed, "but I still can't go through with it, just not yet anyways."

The bus was clouded with sounds of chattering students from ages 14 to 19, all sitting inside the bus. Throwing balls of papers across the bus and exchanging letters with one another.

"Hey look! The bastard's arrived!"

Vivian rolled her eyes as she sat in front of the hector, a seat behind the driver as the bus took off. Somehow, ever since it was discovered she was conceived before her parents were married, there was one idiot who made a point of reminding her.

"Leave Viv alone, Noel!" Another boy shouted just behind her as he rose to his feet.

"Ooooh! Her boyfriend is coming to save her again! I'm so scared." Noel mocked with his lips smacking at the gum he chewed.

"I mean it, Noel."

"Or what?" Noel stood up, "she doesn't need you, that loner has a dysfunctional family. Her mother, anyone could handle that and her father, what much is there to say about him. He's a bastard just as she is."

The tips of Vivian's finger were cold as a drop of water fell from her left cheek. Noel had no right to mention her family. She then shot up from her seat as she turned and grabbed Noel by the hair. Slamming his head into the headboard, in front of students and the one who defended her. Noel's head bounced back as he cupped his bruised nose.

For once she hoped the idiot broke his nose, but she couldn't tell if he was exaggerating as Noel's friends checked up on him. The driver gave no attention as he continued to drive when the student who stood up from her, came to her sat as he sat next to her.

"You didn't have to defend me, Brandon," Vivian told the boy who wore a blue t-shirt. His dark brown eyebrows frown at that as he gazed at her with his blue eyes.

"Why shouldn't I, he needs to be taught a lesson," Brandon said.

"I already got that covered." She looked forward as he chortled a laugh, "You got that right."

Brandon then looked over the seat to Noel squirming and whining and then back to Vivian.

"You know the weird thing is, I'm not really feeling this trip," Brandon said to Vivian.

"Why?" She asked.

"The Ice glacier reminds me when I was 4, my brother and I were caught in an avalanche in the mountains."

"Oh, yeah," Vivian remembered. "Today marks the 13th anniversary doesn't it?"

He nods, "Yeah."

"He's resting now Brandon, I'm sure he'll be proud if you conquered your fear and climbed that mountain." Said Vivian.

"If I don't slip into it." Brandon sighed, "My parents are coming too, they're kind of freaked out themselves. But they're coming, I just hope they don't get lost. Before my brother died, we use to get lost just looking for parking."

"UH..Oh..." Vivian gasped.

"What?"

"I forgot to give my parents the exact location."

"Really? Mr. and Mrs. Russell are coming?" This made Brandon smile.

"Well, they can't come if I don't tell them where to go." She became irritated, "I don't have a phone because dad won't allow me to have one until I'm 16, so I'm screwed. I wish I could just contact him with telepathic ability but that's not possible. I'm going to fail if they don't come."

"Just call them at school."

"You really think the teacher will let me?" Vivian asked, "you know Dr. Angel doesn't let people leave the classroom unless it is necessary."

"I think allowing your parents to know where to go counts as necessary," Brandon commented.

"I hope so," Vivian said as the bus was pulled to a stop.

First to step off where Noel and his friends, his nose throbbed. Vivian wasn't going to get away with it, and so he made sure of it. He complained and moaned to a male teacher who stood with his arms crossed as Noel told his side of the story.

"I'll see to it," the teacher said. Within minutes the other students piled off the big yellow bus, including Vivian and Brandon who stepped off first.

"Ah man." Vivian hissed. was the one to greet the students in front of the entrance. His stare remained solely on her as he gestured her to come to him as well as Brandon. They tread forward to the teacher wearing a long sleeve wither dress shirt and red pocket protector. She knew she was in trouble and Noel may have tattled on her as he gazed at her with cold eyes. Dr. Angel adjusted his black framed glasses as the tips of his long combed back hair, began to frizz in the hot sizzling sun.

"Noel came out and had a bruised nose. His friends claim you caused it. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" The teacher asked.

Vivian shrugs, "He deserved it." She said flatly.

"Viv!" Brandon said in surprise to Vivian's bluntness.

The teacher rubbed his eyes and sighed. "Then I suppose, your parents and I will have to have a talk about how to express your anger."

"Alright. Oh," she remembered as Dr. Angel raised an eyebrow, "speaking of them, I need to call them to tell them where to meet us. We don't want them getting lost do we, since your going to be speaking to them anyways." Vivian told the teacher as Brandon made a face to Vivian's coldness.

"You are going to the office anyway." Dr. Angel purses his lips," Brandon, go help your classmates pack up the climbing gear. While I have a talk with Ms. Russell."

"Yes, Dr. Angel," Brandon said as he walked away.

Dr. Angel sighed again once Brandon left and if he didn't know better, he knew Vivian didn't act out of purpose. He looked to Vivian and said, "Your parents are really coming? It has been a while since I saw them last." Dr. Angel arose both eyebrows as he changed the subject and inhaled, "So, what did Noel do this time?" Dr. Angel asked.

"Oh, you know the usual. The word bastard, yeah. You ask for one, he gets one right?"

"Not in that vocabulary. Well, you were bound to be pushed over the edge eventually. I won't mark this against you."

"Tha-thank you, Professor," Vivian said as she walked around and up the stairs inside Hailstone Highschool. That was strange.

It was a shock to see Dr. Angel so nice and calm. Why everyone was afraid of him was beyond her. He was always so nice to her.
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The office was busy and so were the phones. Vivian's best bet was to wait until it was finally her turn. The phone rang twice and hung up as she redials again.

"We're sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is not available at this time. Please try again later."

What greatness was this! Did her mom forget to pay the phone bill? Dr. Angel may have known better, to not mark her on giving Noel what he deserved but he sure was to fail her now. If only the Dean didn't spend the last ten minutes talking to his mistress, maybe she would have caught them before the phone shut down.

She then began to think to herself as she exited the office. Please, dad, I hope you know to go through route 75 to get to the entrance of the mountain range and not take route 20 which would lead them to the electronic store which her mother loved to visit.

Who was she kidding, her parents weren't gods and couldn't hear her. There are times though she felt like they could, especially her father.

Down in the depths of the ancient underworld remained three spiritual abnormal forms laying with blank eyes, beyond the lowest levels of the underworld.

"My powers... gone... my memories... shattered... those... colors... they stole from me... I... I will... I need... the power... magic... runes... they were not enough... I need something more... something more... ancient... something they... cannot defend from..." Said a white floating specter, rising up and gazing to the long gap above them. The colors of red, blue, black, pink, green and yellow twisted in the spirit's foggy head as it steps towards a rock before falling over.

It crawled over to the rock and sat on it as it waited some time before the another specter gasped to the same colors that clouded their minds over and over again.

"Powers... gone... power took the power... what... what power took from us? Us...?" Said the second specter which glowed in pink.

"Yes... us..." the first specter said, "we were... stolen from..."

"Power..."

"Colors..."

"What... does it mean?" The second specter asked.

"Rangers..." the third specter in blue lighting stood up and spoke. The two specters turned to the third with eyes blank as the moon's light.

"Mystic... Ancient... Rangers... what is gone? All I know are... names? Oukora... Qelore... Emeveus... Shroud... Charms... who? Who are they?"

"I... do not... know..." The first specter shook its head, trying to regain its memory.

"I think...I think we... are these charms..." The second one said. Their memories elapsed being 15 years since their demise.

"And who are you then?" Asked the third while looking at the first one from head to toe.

"We... do not know..." The first one said.

"But... I do not think... we are... enemies..." The second one said after.

Fantasies appeared from left and right as the third spirit turn their heads with the dismay that poured all over. Shrouds of mountains and ice-covered the underworld, a piping dream took to the outreaches.

"Where are you?" The third shouted, expecting a foe amongst the rapid illusions, "Come out from the ice!"

"Ice? You see something?" The first spirit questioned, "What do you see?"

"A glacier... glowing with five lights... do you speak from the lights?" The third specter hustled forward and got up before collapsing at the feet of the first specter. "Why... why do I feel like I moved, yet see nothing different?"

"You.. you must be a... you are a seer!" The second specter realized, "You see... places far... from where we are."

The third specter; the Seer touched its face and realized the truth. The first specter then puts its hand on the seer's shoulder, "Do not fear seer, we will protect you."

"Th... thank you." The seer said as the illusion returned, "Wait, there is fighting near the ice! Strange creatures approach! Above them are the words... Sakren Dafleekis Seretom."

"What?" Asked the first specter.

"Sakren Dafleekis Seretom?" The second specter repeated, "It sounds familiar..." At that moment and behind the second specter, an army of promontory creatures arose with no shape of a face in the figure of a human structure.

"You... are a summoner!" The first specter speculated to the second specter. The second specter concluded itself as the summoner once it saw its army. It waved its hands as a cloud of darkness compassed over the minions.

"The faceless ones... they are OUR army!" The summoner shouted, "what should we do?"

"Hm... the seer saw them going after the lights in the ice... send them there... these lights... they must be the power... the power to destroy these... mystic... ancient... color... power... rangers, whatever they are! We must claim these lights, and then we will know for certain what we are." The First specter demanded.

It was hard work but Brandon as well as other students, had 80 percent of the equipment pack and onto a truck. The climbing gear was heavy, each backpack weighed about 30 pounds and Brandon lingered on to fear; his fears of falling all over again and the jitters to experience the tragedy all over again.

There was nothing more to think now with the last of the equipment was being forced to the wall of a truck and huddle against one another. The door was then slammed shut as a student with a green overcoat and dark tone skin came up to Brandon in a suspicious matter.

"So what did Double-A say to you guys?" The guy asked quickly.

"Come again?" Brandon asked as he steps off the ledge of the truck.

"Double-A, the alien, the teacher, whatever he's called," the boy said speeding through his words as he whispered.

"Do you mean Dr. Angel?" Brandon asked him.

"Shhhh!" The male student blinked once, "Don't let him know we are onto him!"

"Shut up Heath!" Said a female student with radiant crystal blonde hair and fierce blue eyes. She was prepared in her white puffed up jacket as she jogged in place.

"But we must know!" Heath shouted to the girl.

"What is going on here?" Speaking of which, shortly after arrived, inspecting the students work and their unorganized arranged sheafs of the mountain climbing equipment. It was like raising a bunch of children when he caught the sight of the equipment as he opened and then closed the door to the crate of the truck.

"Beautiful job." scoffed, "If we were working in a garbage disposal." He shook his head when he turned his gaze to the female student in the white puffy jacket as she tried to keep a straight face to his presence. "It so happens I heard my name on the way over here. Anyone want to clarify?"

"Heath is just saying you're an alien again," The female student admitted.

"Ava, why did you let him know I was onto him?" Heath complained as he came to the female's side.

"Just finish getting everything on the bus. Or at least make everything a little more organized," Dr. Angel sighed, "if you don't, I will see you in detention."

Heath recoiled in embarrassment and grabbed a large pile of rope from within the truck, as the other students organized the mess they created.

It was finally time to reboard the bus, all the students from the grade 9th to 12th piled onto 10 buses which were to be sent for the three sisters mountains. Once this trip was to be over, Vivian knew she was going to get a hard lecture from her dad. They hardly came to any of her field trips, but for some reason this one was special.

Her own mother took the time off her busy schedule when her father was mainly the one came for report card pick ups or student-parent conferences, but as of late he stood home and adapted the interviews through video chat with her teachers.

Brandon sat next to Vivian and before either of them could get a word in, an Asian girl jumped into the middle of the two, holding a portable gaming device called the Kismet Mobile X.

"I became the Archmage again!" The girl shouted as she squinted her eyes to the screen, tapping her fingers on the buttons as the v neck yellow sweater kept her warm during the drive.

"Genesis you don't need to tell me every single time you play through Skyrim again," Brandon sighed as his shoulders clasped to the window of the bus.

"But the story is SOOOO good! I can't help it!" Genesis grinned.

"Anyways, Viv," Brandon called out to Vivian who now sat away from him, because of Genesis' intrusion, "did you call your parents?" Brandon asked.

"I did," Vivian nodded, but Brandon wasn't buying it.

"They're not coming?" He said.

"Okay." Vivian confessed, "The phone was off, oh well." She shrugs when Genesis began to bounce on her seat which startled the two.

"Aren't you going to ask which race I am playing this time?" Genesis asked.

"Is it Breton?" Brandon guessed.

"Nope! Orc!" Genesis said with a smile. Brandon rolled his eyes, "Didn't you already do an orc?"

"No, that was a wood elf!" Genesis responded as Vivian titled her head; curious. "How did you confuse an orc and elf?" Vivian asked.

"In that game, orcs are actually elves and so are dwarves. All their names sound like a mermaid or something." Brandon explained.

"Wait, dwarves are elves?" Vivian asked.

"When did you start caring about dwarves? I thought you hated anything that has to do with sorcery." Genesis wondered.

"Kind of? I mean, I do," Vivian nodded her head.

Figuring no one showed no interest into her gaming world, Genesis whined as she shut her KMX off, "Fine I will talk to someone who knows who the Jarl of Whindhelm is," Genesis said before climbing over the seat in front of them.

WHO? Vivian misunderstood.

"Watch it!"

In front of Vivian and Brandon was Noel, shouting to Genesis who crawled over and sat between him and two other students.

"Careful Noel," Brandon popped his head over Noel's chair, "that is the closest a girl will ever get to you willingly, so treasure it," This caused the students inside the bus to burst into laughter, until the laughter stopped into a chain of silence as stepped on the bus. His look was menacing as they all look to their hands and feet.

"We are here," The professor said sternly, entering with 4 of the student's parents and one was Vivian's, she was taken aback by her parents actually being there.

"That's Vivian's parents," Noel whispered to his friend on the right.

"Vivian's mom is hot," Said Noel's friend as they slid down in their seat as Vivian's dad led his wife down the aisle, giving the boys the most dirtiest look as he rose an eyebrow above his darting blue-green eyes.

"Don't get on his bad side Noel." Said Noel's friend who sat on his left. Mr. and Mrs. Russell took the seat across from Vivian and Brandon, with Vivian's mother sitting by the window and her father's black leather coat scrunching as he tried to make himself comfortable on the end of the seat.

"You made it." Vivian's eyes gleamed as she spoke to her parents in a hushed tone clinching her teeth together.

"It was through route 75, wasn't it?" Her dad said.

"Yeah, but I didn't think you knew that!" Vivian responded.

"We know, you left in quite a hurry. You could have at least given us a hint, but luckily-" Vivian's mother went on to explained how they figured out the exact coordination they were to meet, google maps was to thank for that, even when it had them driving through the same turn over and over, stating they reached their location. As her mother continued to explain, Vivian's father became bothered.

Noel and his group of friends took turns peeking over their seat, their eyes gazing towards his Nick's wife and Vivian. It was an indication to nick that they were gossiping about his family as he heard giggles. Vivian always came home sad and down, but said nothing and will always go to her room. She did say the students at school never seize to remind her that she wasn't normal, her father could have guessed it was those boys.

"What are you looking at?!" He snapped.

"Nick!" Vivian's mother; Madison gasped, causing Noel and his students to slam their butts back into their seats.

"What?" He looked to his wife, "They must be the ones that are always messing with her, why else would they look?" Nick grinds his teeth.

"Okay, Nick. Right now you're causing a scene, so just calm down." Madison grasped the hand of her husband as she calmed him down.

Vivian couldn't help but laugh, her father was a scary little devil. Even she was scared of his ferocious tongue.

"Uh, mom I think they were looking at you." Vivian winked.

"Noo," Vivian's mom doubted, "When we walked in your father gave them his signature death stare."

"Death stare?" Nick scoffed.

"Actually Mrs. Russell, I think it might have been what Vivian did earlier to him. Don't know if you noticed the bandage wrapped around his nose." Brandon snuck in as Vivian widen her eyes.

"Vivian, did you do that?" Madison asked as Nick snickered once he saw Noel take a quick glimpse over to him.

"No..I..." Vivian then looked forward, realizing whatever she'll say, she just end up losing the fight, "I'm in trouble.."

"Hey, it's okay." Nick placed a hand on Vivian's shoulder from across the aisle of the bus, "He deserved it didn't he?"

"Um, yeaahh," Vivian flashed her father a look of deception and then struck a punch into Brandon's shoulder. "Why did you have to tell them that?"

"I told you they weren't going to be mad," He chuckled as he held on his shoulder. Vivian only rolled her eyes as she pursed her lips, looking away from Brandon. What was Brandon, her brother now?

"Stop." She whined as Brandon poked her in the ribs, but refused to stop as he poked her in the neck. "I said stop," Vivian returned the nudge with a poke to his eye as she began to laugh. It was nice seeing their daughter happy, as Vivian's parents gazed and winced as the poke war became a war of wallops to the head and leg in a playful way.

"Mr. and Mrs. Russell! Glad you could make it!" Dr. Angel had then walked up the third row of seats as he stopped beside Nick and his wife Madison.

"Nice to see you too Doctor, it's been some time." Nick got to his feet as he greets the old professor with a handshake.

"Viv was actually quite excited to come here! She said something about the meteor drew her to it." Madison said as she remained in her seat.

"Did she now?" Dr. Angel asked before sighing, "I came here for the peace and quiet. That really didn't last long." He said, referring to the students.

"I guess not," Nick inhaled as he looked up to the doctor.

"Doesn't this mountain bring back bad memories?" Dr. Angel asked the parents as Nick whispered to the professor's ear, "I know what you mean, but we need to know. She hasn't been the same since we moved up here," Nick said.