A\N: 'Sidhe'ra' is pronounced 'shee-ra'. Ban Sidhe are the Banshee, Celtic evil fairies, so I figured that if Lightspeed was going to mispronounce a name... I'm also working on Ryan's voice, so let me know how you like it. Enjoy the chapter!

When I saw them, screaming into the atmosphere and burning like meteors, I was terrified.

Everyone was. Screams, gunshots, the whole works-there was a news report, later, about people getting trampled to death. It's not like San Jose is a small town, after all. And four fighter crafts, shooting into the atmosphere with as much noise as possible, then pulling off a flawless series of maneuvers while still on fire?

I should have known there would be deaths.

Come to that, I probably should feel guilty, too. I'm Dana Mitchell. Being a healer is who I am; 'paramedic' is just a name for it.

But my terror faded pretty quickly, so by the time they started their maneuvers, I stood in the middle of a deserted San Jose flea market, watching in awe.

I'm the Pink Lightspeed Ranger now. My team and I do configurations with our Zords all the time, for charity or just because Joel wants to show off. It's not like I've never seen that sort of maneuvering, or even done it myself.

But somehow, I've never seen anything more beautiful.

*PRLS*PRLS*PRLS*

My name is Ryan ch'Nitle, and this is what happened when I came to Earth.

I used to live on Earth, when I was a baby. My Amal,(my mother) codenamed Vypra, she took me to Daos. It's this warrior planet, where the whole thing (except for a couple of villages near the equator) is this one giant school. It was...how do Earthers say it? Wicked awesome?

Then my teachers called me to headquarters.

I thought I was just going to move to another level or something. I mean, I was nineteen. I know I'm half-human, but that's still pretty young to be graduating, and I just couldn't think of any bad reasons why I'd get called there. Amal's pretty tough, and she's the only real family I have.

Jakin Hakim was there, though.

He's the prince of the Earth Daemon. Not really a prince or something-I keep forgetting I'm writing this for humans-but their leader. We call all our leaders 'prince' or 'princess'. The Earth Daemon are more like monks, or they were to start out with. I was never too good with Earth history.

He was polite and we went through the rituals, blah blah blah. Then he told me why he was there.

I don't know how many people reading this know what was going on back then. Earth was really, really young. Most planets, they're either part of Eltar or the Dark Court, but Earth was just...like, you couldn't have someone in the UN if they were still figuring out television, right? That was Earth. It's why Hakim's group lived there. They were going to live in peace, like the Earth's Amish try to live away from technology.

But the humans didn't really like them. They called them the servants of this big evil spirit called Satan and tried to kill them. By that point, it had gotten so bad that the humans took over an old holy site, renamed it San Jose, and built a big ugly city over it.

The Daemon Queen, Sidhe'ra, wanted to make a point. No more death. No more hate.

So she wanted a team to stop it.

There would be four Daemon. One was Jakin Hakim, who would be codenamed Diabolico. And one was me.

And he wanted me to help find the others.

Whoever's reading this is probably wondering why I said yes. I mean, you're human, right? So you don't quite understand why I fought against you.

Most Daemon didn't either.

Jinxer (another codename) just wanted to work on things in his laboratory until we explained. Amal almost had a fit when she saw me there. And a lot of people...well, later, when I got back, I read some of the stuff about us, and it was pretty nasty.

There's this thing my teachers taught me called the spirit of battle. It's really different from how humans (or at least American humans) see things. You're not a rebel underdog fighting for some lost cause and angsting about it.

Instead it's just you, screaming through the atmosphere, knowing that you're on the right side. That you have the blessing of your Queen, your teammates by your side, an army to back you up, and that the end result might stop a war between species.

And then, for no reason at all, leading your team in maneuvers while you're still on fire, just to show off.

That's the spirit of battle. Pride. Honor. Courage. Doing what's right.

I have a sister who lives on Earth. She's probably dead now, since she's half-blood like me. But while I flew in those formations, I wasn't thinking about what would happen next, and even though that's what they want me to write about I won't. I mean, we all know how Lightspeed was formed, and that we only found the underground caves instead of our palace, and that Fir'lit, a Daemon warrior we sent to consecrate the battlefield by sparring with the Rangers, was killed when the Power Rangers misunderstood and thought he was an enemy.

There's nothing to write about because it's already been said.

But that formation...

No one's said that I hoped that, wherever my sister was, I wanted her to see my spirit of battle too.