Streaks of Purple Saga

by Hraygurl

What is the History of the Power Rangers exactly? What if there was a Purple Ranger in the beginning? This story tells you all about that.

4. The Dragon and the Eagle Part Three

The Dragon and the Eagle

Part Three

Chapter One

She awoke to the piercing light of the sun peaking over the barren horizon.

With an irritated growl, the self-proclaimed Queen buried her face under another pillow.

"Morning already?" she grumbled, a yawn escaping her, "Great. Time to face another day."

Weakly, she rose from the heavy blankets. She trembled slightly at the cold, turning her copper gaze toward the fireplace across the large chamber. In response to her magical stare, the fire flared with newly imbued power, filling the chamber with unnatural heat.

Still, it wasn't enough to keep out the lifeless chill of the Earth's lone moon.

It'll warm up soon, Rita reminded herself, pulling her body out of bed and slipping her feet into furry slippers, The moon is furiously hot during the day.

Still, she hated living on the moon. It wasn't because of the scenery, though. True, it was barren and dry, but it reminded her more of her home in M 51 than the cheerfully blue skies and rolling green hills of Earth. Also, the numerous craters, mountain ranges, and canyons gave the dead surface an incredible aesthetic beauty she could only appreciate in one of her better moods.

But those moods were quite rare.

The moon was adequate during the day, but the frigid nights were insufferable. Thanks to the lack of atmosphere, the heat of the sun ravished the land during the day, but no heat is contained for the long nights.

Still, it wasn't even the environment that left the queen so bitter. It was the circumstances that brought her there.

Slowly, Rita Repulsa draped a long maroon cloak about her body, and slid across the stone floor toward her balcony, her long silver hair dragging as a train behind her. She leaned against the cold stone, staring at the bright sphere of the Earth.

Her face folded into yet another outraged scowl.

She arrived on Earth three years ago, armed with her formidable magic, one Titan warrior, a single Monster-Baker, and two idiots. But she was confident that she would succeed in her first mission, and bring the Earth to its knees. It was to be a grand victory for the expanding Phlegethon Empire, for seizing the former pet-planet of the Shadow Empire would surely symbolize Lord Zedd's ascendancy to the vacant position of Emperor of the Milky Way Galaxy.

She had envisioned her victory thousands of times in her mind. Lord Zedd would arrive, and bask in the glory of a planet full of loyal subjects. Rita would humbly bestow upon him all the wonders of Earth... all the magic and technology the Empire had left behind, as well as the numerous natural resources of the planet. Lord Zedd would have been so impressed by her total victory, especially given her limited resources.

He would have made her his bride.

Then, the daughter of Master Vile would have proven her might to the universe. She would be the Empress of a rapidly expanding Empire, leading her own armies to new ground. She would revel in the conquest of many planets, stealing their magic and slowly building her own power.

She would become a goddess... whose power and beauty were worshipped by countless beings throughout the galaxy. She would win the respect and pride of her father. She would have it all.

Only, seven little human beings stopped her dreams from coming true.

The first battle had been a blow to her ego. She could barely contain her shock... or her wrath... when Goldar, her champion, returned to the palace in defeat. He wasn't terribly hurt, but his pride had been shaken. Through gritted teeth he reported his humiliating loss to the Power Rangers.

They weren't top-notch fighters, but somehow they managed to lay a trap that even the Titan warrior couldn't fight his way out of. His enormous Putty army was defeated in a single stroke, and no irreparable damage was done to Gateway City.

All in all, it was a devastating failure. She had lost the element of surprise completely, and had nothing to show for it. The Earth forces had a lot more in the cards than she did.

She had to swallow her pride as time and time again, the Power Rangers defeated her. They continually trounced Goldar and thwarted his plans, even when he was accompanied by monsters of Finster's design.

She thought she finally had an advantage when she mastered a powerful growth spell, which made Goldar and any monster she cast it upon grow twenty times in size and strength. But the Rangers were ready to counter this new attack with their Zords. In fact, about six months ago, the Power Rangers had forced her to push back. They attacked her palace outright, banishing her from their planet completely.

The enraged princess of M 51 had no choice but to relocate to the safety of the moon, hopefully out of the reach of the Power Rangers.

And now, one hundred fifty weeks after her arrival on Earth, she was at her weakest. She had no foothold on the Earth whatsoever, which only increased the humans' morale. Also, to her great consternation, Finster reported that he had used up all the Utonian clay in his reserves, forcing him to use lunar clay in his Monster-Baking. Unfortunately, the local clay was nowhere near as magically potent, making his more recent creations far weaker than his former masterpieces.

Her forces were only getting weaker, and they were unbearably inferior at their peak. Every depressing morning brought her further and further from her goal.

Rita clenched her fists, storming from her balcony. Her body trembled with pent-up rage as she sat at her vanity, and gazed at her reflection. Her rage melted into despondent sadness as she noted the faint crow's feet that marred her supple skin.

"I can't believe this," she groaned, tracing the lines with the tips of her fingernails, "All this stress is making me... old." She scowled, rubbing the folded skin irritably. "I should get Finster to look into a youth potion-"

Her tirade faded into a yelp of panic as the entire palace began shaking to its very foundation. She helplessly tumbled from her seat, watching dumbfounded as make-up bottles and brushes fell from her vanity, crashing to the ground.

Moments later, the quaking ended as suddenly as it had begun. She grumbled as she rose to her feet, brushing the moondust from her cloak.

Just then, Goldar raced into the room.

"How dare you enter my chambers without knocking?" she screeched furiously. But to her surprise, Goldar didn't even blink at her rebuke.

He fixed her with stern, almost imperious ruby eyes. "The Emperor wishes to see you in the throne room. Now."

Chapter Two

Despite the dread that sat in her stomach like a ball of lead, Rita held her chin high as she strode into her throne room. Her sharp gaze absorbed her minions, noting how Squatt and Baboo trembled in the corner like children, and how Finster patiently stood by Rita's throne, determined to show his support for his queen.

She suppressed the tiniest of smiles. Of all her soldiers, Finster was the only one she trusted. He was loyal to her, even if it meant sacrificing his very life. She could see it in his eyes, and in the manner he fulfilled her orders. He was the closest one to a confidant she ever had since her servitude to Zedd began.

Goldar was another matter entirely. He was powerful, and on the surface he obeyed her to the best of his ability. But he was not her warrior, he was Lord Zedd's. And if the time ever came when he would have to choose sides, there wasn't a single doubt in her mind that Goldar would choose Zedd.

He fought bravely in her name, but he didn't fear her like he should. He didn't respect her as Queen. He called her such, but in his heart she knew he loathed her.

Loathing she could deal with…but not disrespect.

She resolved to teach him respect as some point. But now, for more pressing matters.

Rita sat in her throne, squaring her shoulders with royal dignity. Absently, she pulled her flowing silver hair over her shoulder, letting it spill upon the floor in a long, winding curl.

She hated the fact that she didn't get a chance to dress properly before this impromptu conference, but she would rather die than let Zedd see her discomposure.

A swirling pool of magic manifested into a translucent hologram. Slowly, the form took the shape of Lord Zedd's head and torso, much larger than life, hovering over her like a bad omen.

She face her Lord fearlessly. As usual, Zedd's expression was unreadable.

"I hope I didn't not disturb your slumber, Rita," he stated, his voice mixed with some humor. Rita felt her anger rise slightly at the naked jibe.

"Never, Lord," she responded, "I am always ready for an audience. How can I be of service?"

"As you know, my Empire is reaching out to conquer all the holdings of the Shadow Empire. My forces have managed to conquer the Jerai, Hildin, and Ilginin systems, and I am preparing to lead an offensive against the planet Cetra, whose powerful inhabitants pose something of a threat to my holdings in that sector." He paused for a moment, puffing out his chest in pride. "I wanted to see how your conquest is going."

Obnoxious little moron! How dare he compare those pathetic gains to what I've endured? Ooo…one of these days…I'll show him what true power is!

"We've hit some difficulties on Earth. The Power Rangers have proven to be more formidable than anticipated. I understand now how they manage to overturn the High Lord."

"How sad," Zedd sighed, his tone mocking, "I see that these humans have humbled you, my dear. Perhaps you are in need of an advisor? Someone to make your decisions for you?"

Rita bore her teeth. "That is unnecessary, Lord. I have a plan to decimate the Power Rangers…this time, for good. In one month's time, this planet will be mine."

Zedd nodded. "Then I shall expect a report in thirty days. If you fail again…perhaps I should look into letting Goldar lead the charge against Earth."

Then, all mockery left his tone, leaving only the raw authority that still managed to make the blood drain from Rita's cheeks. "These losses embarrass my empire, Rita. Don't fail me again."

And with that warning of doom, the message vanished.

Rita rigidly rose from her throne. "I am going to my study," she announced, "and I shall not be disturbed, for any reason."

Finster nodded obediently, and Goldar watched with interest as Rita retreated into the deep cellars of the palace.

A small smirk pulled his face. Was he serious? Imagine…me, leading this battle against Earth! Then, we should surely succeed!

The wheels in his ambitious mind turning, Goldar left the throne room to his own lair.

Chapter Three

Erol's green eyes danced with quiet peace as they absorbed the serene splendor of the sight before him.

The little oasis within the rocky cliffs that hid the Command Center sparkled with life, despite its arid surroundings. The long, flowing grass swayed with the gentle night breeze, composing a soft rustling sound that soothed the mind. Small squirrels and chipmunks scampered around, running up and down the powerful oaks and their stretching branches. A small creek babbled nearby, cool water from the mountains tumbling lightly along the smooth rocks of the bed.

And lying by the creek, absently running her fingers through the cool water, was the greatest beauty of all: Kreia.

She lay upon her stomach, her face in profile. She seemed lost in thought, her chin resting on one hand while her legs bobbed up and down against the grass. Her hair, typically constrained in a tight braid, fluttered freely, tumbling down her back carelessly.

As was her custom, she wore the purple and gray training uniform that comprised the vast majority of the Rangers' wardrobe. Yet tonight, she was dazzling in the moonlight.

In moments such as this, when he was able to appreciate life and all its simple wonder, Erol didn't regret the sacrifices he had made. These few moments of peace, scattered between bloody battles, rigid training sessions, and diligent study, reassured him that he had made the right choice.

He would endure the hardships of war just to be near her.

Kreia... his soul mate. He hadn't whispered those words to anyone, but that title was given to the raven-eyed mage a year ago. There was no other phrase that so perfectly captured what she meant to him. She was more than a friend, more than a companion, even more than his beating heart. They had shared their lives for so long, and experienced so much together... nothing could part them.

"You're terribly quiet," Kreia commented, her voice a gentle whisper. She pulled her hand from the creek, shaking the excess water and resting her chin upon both hands. Her inquisitive eyes locked with his.

Erol dragged his hand through his midnight hair, hinting at the nerves that knotted his stomach. "I was just... thinking."

Kreia sat up, rolling her head to push her vagrant hair from her eyes. "You're not still in pain, are you?"

He shook his head, fingering the bruise on his left arm. "No... but I learned my lesson. Never pay less than total attention when training with Kazu!"

She smiled. "I thought you learned that lesson on your first training session."

Erol smirked, but remained silent. He wasn't quite ready yet to confess to her the mental distraction he had found himself in of late. He couldn't tell her what he'd been considering for the past several days, that took up nearly every conscious moment.

Not quite yet. Soon... for the scene was just about right. But he couldn't just blurt it out...

Her smile became mischievous, and she slowly crept toward him, lying on the grass at his side. Her eyes rose to the heavens, staring in wonder at the countless sparkles that painted them.

Her eyes then moved slightly, to the sliver of moon hanging in the sky.

"I wonder if Rita is looking down on us now."

Erol frowned, glancing at the moon suspiciously. "I don't know... we never actually figured out where Rita moved her palace. Zordon thinks there is some kind of force field preventing scanning."

Kreia nodded. "That's logical. But, truth be told... I hate that she's up there. The sky is so beautiful at night... it's terrible to think that the moon could house such an evil."

Erol sighed, stretching out beside Kreia and running his fingers through her straw-gold hair. "Then don't think about it. We don't have to spend every moment of our lives thinking about Rita, or Zordon, or the Rangers. We made a promise-"

Kreia smiled wistfully. "I remember... when we're at this oasis, we leave everything behind. Here, it's just you and me."

She reached up, catching Erol's hand as it passed through her hair and squeezing it fondly. "Thank you for sharing this place with me, Erol. It really is wondrous."

Now...

He sat up, hovering over Kreia so he could gaze into her bottomless black eyes. "Kreia... you know that I'd share anything with you." He paused, grinning meekly. "Even the rest of my life."

Kreia smiled, blushing slightly at the comment. At first, it didn't mean anything special. Erol always took the opportunity to reaffirm his affection for her.

But this time... the look in his eyes was different. Those brilliant, dazzling slivers of emerald were more than just affectionate. They were... pleading.

And his hand so tightly grasped hers. Not uncomfortably, but securely.

He was asking her a question.

"Erol...?" she breathed, her heart pounding.

"Will you be my wife?"

She was right; he was asking her a question.

She quickly rose to sit up, the tears sliding down her cheeks as she did. Both her hands sought his, clinging so desperately to her love... to this moment... that her knuckles blanched with the effort.

"Gods, Erol," she sighed, "I never thought-"

"Kreia? Are you out here?"

Both youths jumped in surprise at the voice, almost fierce in its tone. Kreia blinked, the moment lost forever.

"That's Regita," she realized, dropping Erol's hands. She gazed at him sadly. "I forgot about our training session this evening. He must be upset-"

Erol released the breath he had been holding. "You always seem to have magic sessions, Kreia," he commented, his voice hollow, "Can't you skip one evening?"

Kreia's shoulders slumped as she rose to her feet, brushing the grass from her clothing. She turned, watching as her aged uncle appeared from behind some trees, pushing the branches from his way with his crooked walking staff.

"Kreia, do you realize how late it is?" he scolded.

She nodded, jogging toward him. "I'm sorry, Uncle. I'm ready now."

Regita cast one final, almost suspicious glance at Erol, before putting a guiding hand on her back.

"Let's be off, then."

Erol watched them go, his fist grasping a handful of grass and tearing it from the ground.

Chapter Four

The winds bit her flushed cheeks and stung her chapped lips. A tremor of cold seized her body, biting through the insulated uniform.

"You can do better than that," Regita muttered, impatience in his voice. His arms remained folded, his robes swirling in the winds that he generated. He sighed as Kreia yielded to the gale, allowing her body to be pushed back a few inches.

After a few more minutes of disappointment, Regita shook his head, and blinked. In response, the powerful hurricane wind he had magically generated vanished like darkness at daybreak.

Kreia couldn't stop herself from falling to her knees, panting heavily from the assault.

"You should have been able to dispel that win in your sleep, Kreia."

Kreia sighed, rubbing her cheeks to counteract the cold. "I…I can't concentrate, Uncle."

Regita watched as Kreia clumsily rose to her feet. "Having a boy all but declare his eternal love for you must be…unnerving."

Regita ignored her incredulous gaze as he took a seat on a bench lining the training room. "Erol is a nice boy," he remarked absently, suddenly taking an interest in his crooked walking staff. "He is an excellent thinker, a diplomat, and an above-average fighter. His skills with the Dragonzord are also quite impressive. And, I suppose, you might consider him…attractive."

Kreia's jaw dropped as her gaze continued to bore into Regita unabatedly. She couldn't believe she was having this conversation!

Then, his gaze rose, and met Kreia's. The Purple Ranger couldn't help but shudder at the ice in her predecessor's eyes.

"But you cannot marry him."

Kreia remained silent, frowning in confusion at his last comment. It took several moments to sink in, and slowly, her incredulity ignited into fury. "Excuse me?" she demanded.

"You cannot marry him," he repeated.

Silence fell again, as Kreia's rage bubbled within her. "How…how dare you?" she suddenly shrieked, her fists clenching. "What, were you spying on us by the creek? Listening to our conversation?"

"Yes," he answered simply.

"And I have absolutely no privacy?"

Regita shook his head. "Absolutely none."

Kreia trembled in fury, angered both by the horrid control Regita seemed to have over her, fueled by the nonchalance in which he dictated her life to her.

"I don't need your permission!" she shouted, unconsciously allowing her power to build. The wind picked up, blowing her hair in a mad dance that mirrored the storm in her heart and mind. "I love Erol! It's my decision to marry him…and I will! You may have taken our families away, and our lives…but you can't take him from me! He's all I have left!"

Regita calmly raised his hand, his skin sparking with purple energy. Kreia watched furiously as Regita easily calmed her magical storm, nullifying her powers with but a thought.

"Kreia, I'm sorry, he confessed, "I know this must hurt you dearly, but you must trust me. You can't marry Erol. I know you love him, and know he loves you. You are the entire reason why he joined the Power Rangers…so he would not lose you. And I am sorry for letting him join the team with that determination in his heart.

Kreia was so far beyond angry she could hardly see. "But you admitted Erol was an excellent Green Ranger!" she spat.

"His skills are not in question. His skill are tremendous. But his motivation is a cause for concern. His motivation is selfish…and so is your motivation right now. You are being selfish by insisting on continuing your relationship with him."

Kreia fought the urge to slap her uncle then and there. "And what's wrong with a little bit of selfishness? I'm sacrificing everything to be a Ranger!"

"And you must continue to do so. If you do marry Erol, you will be distracted. Your love for him is a distraction. You confessed that you couldn't concentrate during our training session. The kind of love that you're feeling is dangerous. It transcends reason, and blinds common sense. It can get you killed."

Regita watched the tears of rage spill down her cheek. He sighed as he wiped them away with his other hand.

"You know I'm right. Now is not the time to pursue your own joy. That is why so few people in this world can be Power Rangers. We are at a critical time in human history. Rita is on the run, and we have the chance to defeat her, and finally free our world. But to beat her, we must have no distractions. And you, more than any other Ranger, must fully dedicate yourself to your training."

Kreia closed her eyes, tears pouring freely as despair weakened her knees. She slowly slid to the ground, staring at the black tiles blankly. "Why…me?" she sobbed.

"Because you must be my successor," he revealed, staring down at the broken girl before him. "You are the key to defeating Rita. I must train you in all my abilities. You aren't only a Power Ranger, but a mage. With much practice and training, you will be able to tap into the magical weave of the universe, and greatly increase the power you can call upon. Eventually, you may be strong enough to challenge Rita yourself."

Kreia stared up at him uncomprehendingly. "But…I can't compare to her magic…"

"No, but you have the Power as well. The total magical power you can summon will be astounding. With discipline, you can even transcend my abilities."

He was silent for a moment, his own eyes clouded with serious thought. After much deliberation, he decided to tell his niece the truth.

"Kreia…I'm dying."

Kreia quieted, and stared up at him in stupefaction.

He nodded solemnly. "The magic I have practiced has extended my life far beyond the normal span of a human being. But I can feel the deterioration. I cannot imagine living for more than a few months at best. That gives me precious little time to train you in all that I know. So, I will need your full cooperation. The fate of the entire world lies upon your shoulders."

He reached his hand down to her. "I know you love him deeply. I can only imagine what such love feels like. But for all you love him, can you tell me now that he is more precious to you than the entire world? Than the human family? Than the galaxy? Because that is what is at stake."

Kreia felt her entire spirit surrender to a deep dark sadness. She stared unblinkingly at Regita's offered hand for a solid minute, the physical pain making it difficult to even breathe.

Finally, she weakly took his hand.

Regita smiled. "Thank you, my dear."

Kreia was silent as she slowly rose to her feet. The tears continued sliding down her face, and she didn't even bother to wipe them away.

Chapter Five

She side-stepped the powerful staff as it tore at her from above, quickly whirling her own matching rod at her opponent. Her short strawberry-blonde hair swirled around her cheek at the sharp motion.

He ducked the swing, and blocked the counter-swing with his own rod. A light film of sweat glistened on his forehead, and ice blue eyes narrowed with concentration as he expertly blocked another jab, and jumped over a low blow to the feet.

She frowned slightly, grunting as she thrust the rod forward once again. This time, she just missed his jaw, and was unable to prevent a sharp blow to her side from his staff.

She gasped sharply at the pain. It didn't hurt tremendously, but it did fuel her anger.

As the two sparred heatedly, a pair of dark eyes watched from the entrance to the training room. He leaned casually against the wall just beside the door, absently twirling his own practice baton.

He was so involved in the ballet before him that he didn't notice the arrival of his own sparring partner. But he wasn't quite watching both combatants.

"Cherise's form has improved tremendously, hasn't it, Sener?"

The Black Ranger shrugged. "I always found her form the very essence of perfection."

Kazu smirked. "I meant her fighting form, Sener."

"Oh," Sener stammered, blinking as if suddenly released from a spell. He grinned at his friend. "Of course. What else could you have meant?"

The former hunter chuckled as he strode past the Black Ranger toward the sparring duo. Cherise had managed to deliver a rather fierce blow, but it didn't prove as damaging as she would have liked.

"Cherise, you cannot mimic Zale's moves so diligently," Kazu advised, his voice breaking up the duel for a moment.

Cherise tried to catch her breath. "Why? Don't think... I can do it?"

Kazu's eyebrow rose. "It's not a matter of ability. It's a matter of nature."

Cherise's hazel eyes narrowed, and Kazu took a step back. "So it's because I'm a woman that I can't match Zale?"

The Red Ranger grinned at the dispute, cautiously making some room between himself and his former opponent.

Just then, the entrance slid open again. Sener turned, and watched as Erol strode into the training room hesitantly. His eyes widened when he saw the expression on the Green Ranger's face.

"Are you all right, Erol?" he inquired.

Erol shrugged. "I'm fine. I was hoping Kreia would be here. I haven't seen her since last night."

Sener frowned thoughtfully. "I haven't either."

"Kreia was with Regita in his study this morning," Zale reported, stepping away from Cherise and Kazu. The Red Ranger gazed into the troubled eyes of his Green comrade. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Erol said quickly, "I just need to talk to her..."

Chapter Six

"…and so I called it, the Ascension."

Kreia stood aghast at the very notion. "I don't…believe it."

Regita nodded, perfectly understanding her reaction. "I believe it was rage that triggered the transformation. Rage, coupled with a determination that transcends most people. Ghedaliah was a mostly peaceful man, but when the High Lord destroyed his family and friends, he became hollow. When Zordon died in that final battle, it was more than Ghedaliah could stand. He somehow…resolved himself to victory. He delved into his soul, and manifested the Power in its raw form. I had never seen anything like it to this day."

The former Purple Ranger closed his eyes as the memories played in his mind. Memories of the final battle, in which both Zordon and the High Lord were destroyed.

"Ghedaliah loved Zordon like a father. He was awed by his wisdom and selflessness. Ghedaliah wanted to emulate him, to make him proud. He had already suffered so much, only his will kept him standing. So when he saw Zordon fall like a broken doll, all the barriers were broken. Ghedaliah died, and only the Red Ranger remained."

Regita opened his eyes, and met Kreia's astonished eyes. "The Power he unleashed was…unfathomable. It disrupted the entire Morphin' Grid. The other Core Rangers were stripped of their power completely, and an eerie whiteness blanketed his body. It was all we could do to run away. Thank the gods we made it out of the palace before Ghedaliah demolished it.

Kreia swallowed. "And he…died in that explosion."

Regita nodded solemnly. "No human being should be able to manifest such power. Not even a Power Ranger." He bowed his head in remorse. "We didn't witness his death, but I am sure the Power exploded within him, causing the destruction we found. When the dust settled, the six of us returned to the palace to find him. We found no trace of Ghedaliah…except his Power Coin.

"We were devastated to lose Ghedaliah. He was the strongest of us all. But, his death liberated Earth. The remaining servants of the High Lord fled after his defeat, terrified that a force even existed that could overthrow their god."

"Why didn't you even mention this Ascension before?" she inquired. "You told us about the battle against the High Lord, and you said that the Red Ranger sacrificed himself to destroy him, but…you never mentioned how."

Regita nodded. "I didn't want you to know about this ability. It is far too dangerous for a Ranger to try and utilize…for now."

Kreia blinked. "Why now?"

"Because that is the ultimate goal of your training," he revealed with a small smile. "If all goes well, you will Ascend, Kreia. And your power will destroy Rita Repulsa and her servants once and for all."

The Purple Ranger was thunderstruck. "What? Me? But…I'll die…"

"No, you won't. I have studied this phenomenon for decades, Kria, and I feel I understand it. When a Ranger Ascends, he will himself to absorb the Power itself. However, the Power is like a poison…it kills in large doses, but if slowly acclimated to it, one can develop an immunity."

"An immunity," Kreia repeated.

Regita nodded excitedly. "Exactly. Together, we will hone your defensive skills magically, and make you invulnerable to the short-out Ghedaliah experience. You will be able to sustain the full power of the Ascension, and survive. And then the war will be won."

He reached out, taking her hand. "So you see how practice is so essential?"

Kreia stared at his hands grasping hers, her mind mulling over the surprising information Regita had shared with her. After a long moment, she nodded slowly.

"Excellent," Regita breathed, rising to his feet. "So let us continue our training with more durability exercises. I think the other Rangers are done with their bo-staff drills –"

Suddenly the shriek of the alarm claxons interrupted Regita's train of thought. Both Purple Rangers automatically responded to the alarm, dashing to the Command Center with full urgency. Once there, they saw Linis and Alpha tinkering with the main console.

Regita glance up, and saw sparks flashing within the empty cylinder in the front of the chamber. "Alpha…" he breathed.

"Aye yi yi!" the android shrieked, filling the chamber with an echo of cheer, "I think I found him!"

Kreia folded her arms, her eyebrow arching as she hurried toward Linis. "Found who?"

The Blue Ranger shrugged helplessly. "I don't know what's going on!" he sighed irritably, "Alpha and I were just running a basic system check when that device began beeping. Alpha hit the alarms right then."

Kreia frowned deeply, gazing the device in question. She hadn't noticed it before, but now it flashed with life. "And what is that thing?"

Linis shook his head. "It's somewhat similar to a scanner, but…it doesn't seem to scan physical space. It's…baffling."

"What's going on?" the Red Ranger demanded, as he and the rest of the team raced into the Command Center.

"Is it Rita?" Cherise asked.

"No," Alpha said, his voice a mixture of awe and excitement. "Sensors recognize the psi-pattern," he explained. "We finally found Zordon!"

The entire assembly of Rangers gasped in absolute astonishment. Kazu was the first to recover from the surprise. "Zordon of Eltar?" he breathed. "He was killed by the High Lord in the final battle!"

"Yes, that is what I have told you," Regita admitted, facing his Rangers, "but that wasn't the entire truth. "You see, Zordon's body was obliterated in the battle. But I witnessed just how Umbriel achieved that feat. I perceived Zordon's consciousness…his soul being torn from his body. But not in death."

Erol frowned in confusion. "Then where did it go?"

Kreia's eyes widened with insight. "Another Realm?"

Regita smiled at her deduction. "That was my assumption."

"I…I don't understand," Linis admitted. Kazu, Zale, Cheris, Sener, and Erol nodded in agreement.

"Umbriel had an uncanny ability to step outside of reality, into dimensions beyond human perception. I felt Zordon fade, but not necessarily out of existence. Further research with the help of the Edenoids led me to conclude that Zordon could in fact have survived.

"We decided not to tell you this before because we weren't sure whether Zordon was still alive," Alpha explained. "We had no evidence, but Regita's sensation was enough for King Lexion to send me here to help recover Zordon. Lexion designed this multiversal scanner to track Zordon's unique psi-pattern, and establish a connection with his consciousness. That way, we can bring him back to this reality."

Regita smiled widenly, his eyes lighting up with hope as he turned his attention back to the large glass cylinder. "Shall we contact King Lexion, and make sure we're doing this right?"

Alpha shook his head. "The King programmed me to efficiently find Zordon of Eltar's consciousness, and establish a link with this Transdimension Cylinder. I am equipped with all the knowledge necessary to perform the task."

"Then let us bring Zordon home. Alpha…proceed."

Chapter Seven

He continued floating in the swirling void aimlessly, until he felt a sudden tug on his mind. Closing his eyes, he surrendered himself to the pull, and instantly felt the sensation of falling down a cliff.

He stopped falling with a jarring suddenness, and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes widened when he perceived the interior of his Command Center, exactly as it appeared before.

"WHERE...?" he began, his words freezing as he reacted to the peculiar depth they seemed to have. His voice was oddly booming, considering he was always a soft-spoken man.

His gaze then fell upon a withered figure standing before him.

"Zordon," the man said, his voice quiet with awe. His powerful eyes were transfixed upon the floating, ethereal blue head suspended in the core of the cylinder, staring at him with deep confusion.

"WHO ARE YOU?"

"True, I've wrinkled somewhat over the years... but perhaps if you took a closer look, you would recognize me?"

Zordon's eyes widened as the ancient human's identity dawned upon him. "REGITA? NO... IT ISN'T POSSIBLE..."

The Eltarian sage was thunderstruck. He barely noticed the gold and red android step towards him, pressing buttons on some computer just beneath him.

It was then that Zordon realized he was encased within a glass tube.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" he suddenly demanded in panicked confusion, "WHAT... WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BODY?"

"Do you remember when Ghedaliah brashly attacked the Citadel?" Regita inquired, leaning against his staff once again. "You led the rest of us after him."

Zordon bowed his head in a form of nod.

"After the High Lord had suspended us in a paralyzing field, you confronted him in telepathic combat. It was the only way to prevent him from killing us all. However... while you did battle, he tore your mind from your body. Permanently."

Regita paused somberly. "To all the world, it seemed as if you had fallen dead. I'm sorry... if we had been able to preserve the body, we might have found a way to restore you."

Zordon's expression was grim. "HOW LONG AGO WAS THIS BATTLE?"

The android unit stepped forward. "We have searched various planes of existence for one hundred-seven years."

Zordon's jaw clamped, and he fell into a deep, pensive silence. It was incredible to fathom he had spent that much time trapped in limbo. And yet, he was still trapped. Without his body he had no vessel to house his soul. Only through this contraption could he communicate with the universe for which he sacrificed his body.

"WHAT IS THE SITUATION NOW, REGITA?"

"Ghedaliah managed to kill Umbriel right after your... death."

Zordon's eyes were like saucers. "UMBRIEL IS... DEAD? ARE YOU CERTAIN?"

Regita frowned slightly. "No body was ever found, but there hasn't been so much as a whisper from the him since that battle."

"HAS ANYONE FOUND THE SOURCE OF UMBRIEL'S POWER? THE CRYSTAL...?"

Regita shook his head. "No... we could only assume his loyal forces took it with them when they left the planet. I haven't detected any real magical potency since the final battle. We retired our Power Coins, and focused our attention on reviving the people who served as slaves in the High Lord's citadel. In fact, the other Rangers served on a Council to organize the former slaves. We have transformed the Empire's main palace into Gateway City, the only city on this continent."

Zordon listened intently to the story, but one point Regita stated struck him. "ONLY THE OTHER RANGERS? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE?"

Regita smiled. "I would not rest until I had found you. I was convinced we could reach you, and when Lexion explained planes of reality, I served with him and Alpha to create the machines that would bring you back. I have lived in the Command Center ever since."

Zordon's eyes were wide. "YOU SACRIFICED YOUR LIFE TO FIND ME?"

"You sacrificed your life for a planet not your own," Regita pointed out, "It was my duty to insure every possible measure was taken to find you." He then smiled. "I have lived a fulfilling life, Zordon. True, not quite as... outgoing as my comrades, but no less significant. I have ensured that there would be someone to take on the role of Rangers if another threat arrived."

His smile then eroded into a frown of the utmost urgency. "And it did."

Chapter Eight

Zordon remained in alert silence as Regita thoroughly explained the events that had taken place over the past three years. He introduced his mentor to all the information gathered about Rita Repulsa, her forces, her powers, and her objectives. He also helped Zordon access all the files on the arsenal at the Rangers' disposal, including the colossal Zords created by Ninjor.

Finally, Zordon was informed about the new Power Rangers, and met them as a group. Wisely, Regita has asked the Rangers to leave the chamber when Zordon arrived, in order to prepare the Eltarian for the shock awaiting him. When they did enter, the humans were a little befuddled by Zordon's non-corporeal existence. But they understood the greatness of the man before them, and quickly felt the joy their mentor displayed at the restoration of Earth's most significant hero. Zordon, for his part, was touched at the eagerness these youths displayed.

However, neither the active Rangers nor their mentors were aware that the stakes had risen tremendously.

Chapter Nine

Rita swallowed hard, the flickering of the candle on her desk shedding eerie shadows across the ancient tablet she stared at.

The text was engraved deeply in the worn marble, and slowly, the queen ran her trembling finger along the vertical text.

She leaned her head against her other hand as she stared blindly at the tablet.

"I... I can't do this," she breathed, pushing the tablet away. It crept to the edge of her magnificent granite desk, the surface reflecting the dim light like a mirror.

Her fear mixed with frustration as she abruptly rose from her seat, striding across the chamber to another wall of books, scrolls, and tablets. She had spent days in her study, searching forsomething she could use. She needed to find some force of evil powerful enough to sap the seemingly limitless power of the seven humans. She needed to find some ally she could rely on to carry out its mission without failure.

But was she desperate enough to summon the evil that tablet alluded to?

"Machti nolem hoi, siki-lan justil," she murmured, "Blade of Night Eternal, Reflect the Darkness Within."

She had found this spell of unknown power during a casual trip to the Onyx spaceport, where she stopped on the way to Phlegethon to begin her service to Zedd. The other villains at the pub were too terrified by this Sword of Darkness to even bid on the tablet, but she was too curious to refuse. Being from M 51, she was unfamiliar with the legends of the Sword of Darkness, and the evil it embodied. But gradually, the stories reached her ear, and froze her very soul.

Rita was evil, no doubt about that. But the evil that created this weapon was unfathomable, even by her standards.

Was there any way to control that kind of evil, once it was forged into reality? Could she even find a host strong enough to survive, as the spell twisted its very soul and amplified its own darkness?

What would keep her new champion from turning on her? True evil, in its darkest nature, could feel no love or loyalty whatsoever. It was entirely proud, and unbearably selfish. A warrior armed with the Sword of Darkness would surely betray her eventually, and destroy any being that stood in the way of its desires. Friend or foe, or even helpless innocent... it meant nothing to this type of Evil.

Rita sighed deeply as she stared at her other volumes. Her hours of diligent research had found nothing else. She needed a Knight that would carry out her bidding that was mighty enough to enslave the Earth in her name.

She then scowled, glancing back at the ominous tablet. "What does it matter anyway?" she muttered, "Without the proper host, that sword is utterly useless to me. I would need someone with incredible natural power, but with an inner darkness the spell can feed upon. And I'd need to develop a way to maintain control over this warrior."

She huffed. "If only it were that easy to find a warrior who could even challenge the Rangers..."

Chapter Ten

Meanwhile, only meters away from the conflicted Queen, her only true warrior paced anxiously in his subterranean lair. His gaze constantly jumped from the cracked ground to his silver-trimmed mirror, the only accent in the extremely Spartan living quarters.

Finally, the small mirror flashed, the energy glint bringing fresh excitement to the warrior. Goldar hurried to the mirror, absently straightening the fur on his snout as a blurred image came into focus.

^Greeting, Goldar. You are certainly looking well,^

He smiled broadly at the compliment, bowing his head slightly. "As do you, Scorpina."

Lord Zedd's spy grinned broadly, a twinkle in her dark eyes.

"How far are you from Earth?"

^My vessel should be arriving in the Sol system in about three hours,^ she reported, ^and then, it should only take about one more hour to reach the Earth's satellite - ^

"Actually, I'd rather you meet me on Earth itself."

^Really? Why?^

Goldar glanced behind him, as if he feared an eavesdropper. "Because, this is my mission. I don't want Rita interfering, and if you came to the moon, she'd sense your presence. But she's been distracted lately, locked up in her study without emerging, so I doubt she'll notice if you go to Earth."

A devilish smirk pulled at the femme fatale's crimson lips. ^A covert mission, dear general? Sounds deliciously devious!^

Goldar puffed his chest with pride. "I knew you would approve. Now, your destination is the outskirts of the remains of Umbriel's capitol. I shall meet you there, and give you further instruction."

She nodded, winking as her image slowly vanished from the screen. Goldar grinned widely, stepping away from the mirror toward his sword, which hung upon jagged pegs against the wall.

This was truly the perfect opportunity. Now, with Rita so immersed in whatever it was she did in her study, Goldar was free to do what he pleased. No more irrational whining from the spoiled princess! He was finally able to stretch his own creative genius…and he happened upon the perfect plot.

He was overjoyed that Scorpina, an incredibly lethal warrior, agreed to assist him. Together, the two golden warriors would easily match the Power Rangers, especially if they took the battle directly into Gateway City, where the Rangers would be quite wary of innocent bystanders.

He and Scorpina had always been peerless fighters, but when together, they were indomitable. He had no doubt in his mind that they'd be able to trounce the Rangers once and for all.

And then, he and Scorpina would triumph. He would present the planet Earth to the Emperor, and be appointed magistrate of the system. Perhaps he could even convince Lord Zedd to allow Scorpina to remain with him.

He shuddered in anticipation, carefully sharpening his powerful blade for the upcoming battle.

Chapter Eleven

Faint moonlight poured in through the small window, casting long shadows about the darkened room. They were the only lights in the small bedroom...

...save for the glowing purple orbs of its lone occupant.

Her eyes glimmered like gemstones, releasing a faint glow in the darkness. Slowly, the light intensified, illuminating her face, folded with concentration.

Then, a flash of purple energy erupted from her eyes, joining from the twin beams to become a small sphere. The sphere swirled madly in the room, buzzing past loose pages that covered her unmade bed and small study table. It sliced just to the side of her face, causing her flowing hair to flutter in the wind it generated. As the sphere continued its journey, it slowly grew larger with increased energy.

Finally, the sphere stopped circling the room, and plowed directly into its creator's back.

She lurched forward, catching herself by extending her foot. Tears of pain jumped to her eyes as she bent over to recover her breath.

It was in that position, gasping for breath and leaning against her knees, that Erol found her.

"Kreia! What are you doing?" he demanded. "Lights!"

Artificial light flooded the room. He took a moment to absorb the chaotic mess of books and scrolls that cluttered the typically neat apartment, and sighed quietly.

He moved forward to Kreia, but she held her hand to him, denying his help.

He frowned as he watched his love painfully stand erect.

"What... are you doing here?" Kreia breathed, her eyes never looking up at him.

Erol recoiled at the question. "Since when did I need a reason to see you?"

She frowned, slowly moving to her bed. Erol fought the urge to help her, and stood by the door as he watched her gingerly sit down and wipe the sweat from her forehead.

"You should knock," she advised, "You could've been hit by a practice bolt."

Erol's eyebrow rose. "You're practicing in your room? Kreia, you could get yourself killed! That's why we have the training room."

She shook her head. "Cherise and Zale are still sparring. I didn't want to disturb them."

"We've practiced as a group before," Erol pointed out.

"Not what I'm practicing."

The Green Ranger stared at Kreia with intense concern... that she blatantly ignored. Suddenly, he felt as if a wall had appeared between them.

Erol felt an overwhelming sense of dread as he watched Kreia turn her attention to a thick volume that was on the bed beside her. She slowly picked it up, and began staring at its contents in silence.

"Kreia," he said quietly, "is everything all right?"

She nodded mutely.

"Then, why are you acting like this?"

She glanced at him through the corner of her eye. "Like what?" she inquired, almost defensively.

"Like... someone else," he muttered, "You haven't even spoken to me since I asked you to marry me..."

He frowned when he saw her cringe.

"...and I'm still waiting for an answer."

Kreia froze, even the gentle motion of her breathing pausing as the icy silence drowned the pair. Erol felt his heart climb into his throat as he stared her.

She wouldn't even look at him.

His knees weakening, the Green Ranger leaned against the wall beside the door. Something in his soul told him he ought to stay near the exit, in case he'd need to make a hasty retreat.

"I'm sorry," she exhaled.

Her voice was so weak, he barely heard it over the sound of his pounding heart.

"Why?" he choked. Suddenly, it was quite difficult to draw a decent breath.

"We... can't be selfish," she stated, her voice strained, "We're Power Rangers. We have a duty to protect the planet. Love is a distraction..."

"Who's talking to me right now?" Erol demanded, his voice hoarse, "You... or Regita?"

After several moments of silence, she offered an answer. "The Purple Ranger."

"That's it then," he realized grimly, his hands slowly pulling through his hair, "Our love just isn't... worth anything."

Kreia swallowed. "I didn't s-"

"Who the hell honestly thinks love is a distraction?" he hissed, "Isn't love what separates us from Rita and her henchmen? Why is love selfish? Or shameful?"

With his question hanging in the air, Erol stormed from the room.

Kreia listened to his footsteps as they trod down the hall. The quieter they grew, the faster the pace became.

He was running... from her.

With every fiber in her being, she wanted to run after him. She wanted so desperately to crumble into his arms, cry onto his chest and feel his arms tie her into security and peace. But she couldn't even move.

"Lights," she mumbled.

The room was bathed in utter darkness once again, as all the light in Kreia's life dimmed into obscurity.

Chapter Twelve

"…and then four years later, Vynne had her first child."

Zordon smiled wistfully, imaging the joy that must have filled the former Pink Ranger's life when her child was brought into the world. "A SON OR A DAUGHTER?"

"A boy. His name is Ghedaliah."

Zordon nodded his approval. "THERE COULD BE NO MORE NOBLE NAME." He sighed quietly. "VYNNE MUST HAVE MISSED GHEDALIAH TERRIBLY. HE WAS LIKE A BROTHER TO HER."

Regita leaned back into the chair he sat upon. "Ghedaliah was a brother to us all, Zordon. We were all a family."

"AND YOU NEVER JOINED THEM IN GATEWAY CITY?"

Regita shook his head. "My destiny was here, in the Command Center. Someone had to keep watch over the world. Vynne and the others chose to live out their lives as normal people, and help spearhead the work to eliminate all of the hateful memories of the occupation."

The former Purple Ranger grinned. "My particular expertise is far more useful here, searching for you and preparing another team of Power Rangers for battle. I never regret my decision to remain here."

"But I do," came a voice, its tone biting with bitterness, "Every day of my life."

Regita turned toward Erol. He stood boldly at the entrance to the main chamber, his arms squeezed tightly across his chest.

Regita slowly rose to his feet, planting his staff in front of him. "Can I help you, Erol?"

"What did you do?" Erol spat furiously, "What did you say to her?"

Regita's eyebrow rose. "Perhaps the question should be, what did she say to you?"

"That love is a distraction," Erol stated flatly. "A distraction! A selfish desire! Something unfit for a Power Ranger to feel!"

He approached Regita slowly, almost threatening. "I know Kreia, old man... far better than you ever could! I've known her as long as I can remember! And I know where she got those insane ideas from."

Erol stopped, his nose just inches from Regita's. "How could you? Why would you?"

"I am trying to keep her focused," Regita replied, "Trust me... it's for the good-"

"You took her from me!" Erol howled, "I've seen it in your eyes... you never much liked me. I was always in the way. Distracting Kreia from you! You're trying to mold her into you, aren't you? Trying to ruin her life, just like you ruined your own!"

Regita's eyes narrowed at that harsh accusation. "I am trying to protect this planet! You all have a responsibility to fight for Earth. When you accepted the Power Coin, you accepted that responsibility. There is no room for the kind of feelings you are displaying right now, Erol." He took a step back, distancing himself from the irate young man. "This is exactly what I meant! This kind of passion is a weakness, Erol. And all weakness must be purged, or Rita will take advantage of it."

Zordon watched in mute amazement at the display before him. While he had only returned to this plane of existence hours ago, he could tell that this confrontation had been brewing for some time... perhaps, as long as these two stubborn men knew each other.

But Zordon had been a mentor, and father, to scores of human beings over the centuries. He understood the human heart better than the vast majority of even humans.

"PLEASE, STOP."

It was a command, but it was tender. Zordon's voice boomed in the chamber with its usual clarity and force, but no anger or frustration in his tone. Both men reacted by closing their lips, and turning their heated gazes to the Eltarian sage.

"EROL, I CAN SEE YOU ARE UPSET," Zordon noted, "BUT THIS ARGUMENT WILL GAIN NOTHING. I SUGGEST YOU TAKE A MOMENT TO CALM YOURSELF BEFORE THIS DISCUSSION CAN GAIN ANY GROUND."

Erol's eyes focused on the blurred image of Zordon. While the manifestation was cloudy, he could see the kindness and concern in the ancient blue eyes.

With a small sigh, he nodded. "I'm leaving," he decided.

"NOT PERMANENTLY, I HOPE," Zordon called after the retreating figure, "YOU ARE A VITAL ASSET TO THIS TEAM."

Erol waved his hand, ignoring the plea as he disappeared into the hall.

Regita frowned. "Don't worry, Zordon. He won't go far."

Zordon then turned his eyes to Regita, whose eyes still carried the cold malice Erol had ignited within him.

"YOU ARE WRONG, MY FRIEND."

Regita turned to Zordon in stupefied shock. "Excuse me?"

"IF YOU BELIEVE THAT LOVE IS A SELFISH DISTRACTION, THEN YOU ARE WRONG," Zordon clarified softly. "I HAVE OBSERVED HUMAN BEINGS FOR CENTURIES, REGITA. I FEEL I UNDERSTAND THEIR EMOTIONS QUITE WELL. AND I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN CONVINCED THAT LOVE IS THE PRIMARY MOTIVATION FORSELFLESS ACTION."

Regita shook his head. "Not the kind of love between Erol and Kreia," he insisted, "It will only prevent Kreia from reaching her true potential! We are in a crisis, Zordon. We can't afford either of them becoming too engulfed in their personal feelings to think straight. Love clouds better judgement."

"LOVE DOES DOUSE LOGIC AT TIMES," Zordon conceded, "BUT THAT DOES NOT MAKE IT A HINDRANCE. SOMETIMES, LOGIC FAILS US. HUMANS ARE ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL SPECIES I HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED, REGITA, AND THEY HAVE NO SCIENTIFIC OR MAGICAL CAPABILITY WHATSOEVER. WHAT EMPOWERS THEM IS THEIR LOVE... THEIR PASSION. THEY DEDICATE THEMSELVES TO A CAUSE, NO MATTER HOW HOPELESS IT MAY SEEM. IS THERE ANY LOGIC IN FIGHTING A BATTLE AGAINST INSURMOUNTABLE ODDS? BUT THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I HAVE ASKED EACH AND EVERY POWER RANGER TO DO. AND THEY ALWAYS DO JUST THAT."

Regita remained silent, sitting down once again and fixing Zordon with an angered gaze.

"YOU KNOW I HAVE NEVER PROHIBITED ROMANCES FROM DEVELOPING BETWEEN RANGERS," Zordon continued, "IN FACT, MANY RANGERS WERE ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED. IT IS ONLY NATURAL, CONSIDERING ALL THEY HAD WAS EACH OTHER'S COMPANY. MANY TIMES FRIENDSHIP BLOSSOMS INTO SOMETHING MORE."

"But this isn't the same," Regita insisted.

"YOU ARE RIGHT... NOW THE STAKES ARE MUCH LOWER. BEFORE, WE FACED UMBRIEL, WHOSE POWER COULD NEVER BE MATCHED. NOW, WE FIGHT A SINGLE SORCERESS AND HER LIMITED CREW. RITA REPULSA CANNOT BE A CHALLENGE OF THE CALIBER OF THE HIGH LORD. AND YOU HAVE PROVEN THAT BY FORCING HER OFF EARTH. NOW IS CERTAINLY NOT THE TIME TO DEMAND UNWARRANTED SACRIFICES FROM THE RANGERS."

Then, something dawned on Zordon, as he gazed at Regita's frustrated expression.

"THIS ISN'T ABOUT LOVE IN GENERAL," he realized, "IT IS JUST ABOUT KREIA."

Regita frowned, but said nothing.

"YOU ARE SPECIFICALLY CONCERNED ABOUT KREIA. IS IT BECAUSE OF YOUR FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIP TO HER? DO YOU EXPECT MORE FROM YOUR NIECE? YOU EXPECT HER TO SACRIFICE EVERYTHING, LIKE YOU HAD."

Regita scowled as he abruptly rose to his feet. "You can't understand, Zordon," he sighed, "You've been gone too long. You don't know what we're dealing with."

And with that mysterious response, Regita left Zordon's presence.

The ancient Eltarian stared after the former Purple Ranger sadly. Even after decades of time and experience, Regita was still incredibly stubborn.

REGITA, YOU ALWAYS AIMED FOR PERFECTION, AT THE EXPENSE OF EVEN A GLIMMER OF HAPPINESS... BUT WHEN WILL YOU LEARN THAT IT IS YOUR IMPERFECTIONS THAT MAKE YOU HUMAN?

Chapter Thirteen

Goldar felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the small spherical vessel gently hover to the rocky cliff. He hefted his sword against his shoulder, posing with the dignity of a true warrior, as the doorway slid open.

The fair Scorpina slipped out of the vessel, stretching her neck slightly and tossing Goldar a demure smile.

"Not the most comfortable transport," she commented, sauntering toward him, "but as a spy I grew accustomed to far worse conditions."

She casually placed one hand on her hip, tilting her head. "You've gotten bigger," she noted, "Working out?"

Goldar chuckled. "Of course. And I may I state that you are just as striking as ever."

Her eyes narrowed as her hand slipped to her belt. She grasped her curved blade, letting it glint in the cool moonlight. "In more ways than one."

She stepped past Goldar, and quickly surveyed the large city below. "So, this is the Imperial capitol?"

Goldar nodded. "Now it is a city for the slaves collected from the various human tribes scattered across the planet. It's a cultural hodge-podge, but it is the biggest threat on this planet. This is the only place on the planet with notable alien technology."

She nodded with interest. "And it is also where the Power Rangers can be found."

Goldar snarled at the very mention of his nemeses. "We don't know whether or not they reside in the city, but they cannot be far. They are always ready to defend against whatever attacks we launch."

Scorpina frowned when realization dawned on her. "So, it's just the two of us?"

Goldar growled. "Finster refused to provide me with any Putty Patrollers. He is too dedicated to Rita to help me out." He then bared his fangs ferociously. "When I destroy the Power Rangers, and Zedd makes me magistrate of this planet, I'll make sure that little Monster-Baker regrets his lack of true loyalty."

Scorpina smirked. "Oh really?"

"Of course! Our true loyalty is to the Emperor and his interests. Rita is just a worthless witch with no sense of her true value to our Lord... and she has failed him completely. Now, a true servant of Zedd should take matters into his own hands."

Scorpina cocked her head. "Whatever. So long as there's some decent bloodshed. I've been so bored since the Empire's collapse. There's hardly any challenge left in the galaxy."

Goldar grinned. "You'll see some excitement tonight."

Chapter Fourteen

The size of his clothes gave testimony to the length of time he had endured the solitude of being the Green Ranger.

His slacks were much too short, the legs hovering several inches shy of his ankles. And his jacket couldn't properly contain his broad shoulders at all, and reached only his elbows.

He must have looked ridiculous, walking around in an outfit he had outgrown years ago. But it was preferable to strutting through Gateway City in his armor, or even his training uniform.

At the moment, he didn't want a single reminder of the past three years.

He sighed quietly, pausing several meters from a small cottage near a pond. The warm glow of oil lanterns lit the windows with cozy light, illuminating the sleepy pond below.

He stared at the water, unable to move any closer. He didn't want to disturb the family inside the cottage, or even jostle the still waters.

He didn't belong there any longer.

Erol had been walking for hours, just to clear his mind. After abruptly leaving Regita and Zordon to their own business, he hurried to his room. Without uttering a word to any of his teammates, he threw on the closest thing to proper civilian clothes he owned, and left the Command Center on foot.

It was a treacherous walk, down a narrow path cut into the jagged wall of the mountain, but it gave the young man time to think. And only one thought entered his mind.

It was the biggest mistake of my life...

He desperately wished he could somehow go back in time. Then, perhaps he could've stopped Regita from walking into his life at all.

If only Kreia didn't register his invisible presence! Then, he wouldn't have even bothered recruiting her as a Power Ranger. Sure, she was a blood relative, but she was so young and inexperienced in anything even reminiscent of war. Only her magical awareness made her a fitting candidate.

Surely there were more powerful people in Gateway City to be Rangers. Zale and Kazu were peerless fighters... they must have been acquainted with other such natural warriors. Then, the Ranger team would have been complete without Erol and Kreia.

And then... they would be married.

There wasn't a single doubt in his mind. That was what their destiny should have been. They would have married, and perhaps even had a child by then. They would live in the city, with himself learning under his father how to be a true Headman. Eventually, he would have ascended to a leadership position over Gateway City, serving humanity in a manner just as essential as wearing the green armor.

Certainly in a way more suited to his nature.

Or, perhaps they would live in this very cottage by the pond... just a little outside of the city. Just the two of them, with no concerns greater than what to have for dinner.

His anger boiled. It just wasn't fair... why did Rita even attack the Earth? There was nothing to really gain anyway. All humanity wanted was to live in peace, without the interference of any aliens, good or evil.

All he wanted was a peaceful life with his love. Why was that so much to ask?

He could soar through the winds with but a simple jump. He could run faster than any predator. He could pilot his battle machine Dragonzord into the greatest depths of the ocean.

But he couldn't be with the woman he loved.

What kind of life was that? What kind of life was he fighting for?

His anger only intensified when the sound of an explosion gained his attention. His reflexes honed by years of training, he bounded up the nearest tree, giving him an adequate view of the surroundings.

He heard the sounds of screaming, and a blazing fire pouring smoke into the night sky.

He glowered at the smoke billowing into the heavens, and he stared at the black brand on his palm that dictated his life.

Woe to whatever beast the Green Ranger would face in this state of mind.

Chapter Fifteen

"These humans don't put up much of a fight!" Scorpina scoffed, casually stretching upon a low rooftop of a residence. Beside her, hovering by the power of his wings, Goldar continued firing blasts of energy, catching fire to homes and causing structures to explode.

"Patience," he reminded her, glancing at her as she yawned theatrically, "The Rangers won't take long to arrive."

She smirked. "And I'll finally get to see the warriors that constantly put you to shame?"

Goldar's breath rumbled in his throat. "They just got lucky."

"Three years of continuous luck? That's impressive."

Goldar growled once again, launching himself to the ground. He stomped the earth heavily, watching the crowds run for cover.

They didn't panic like they had the first time he invaded Gateway City. Now, such attacks were almost common.

"They will fear me again," Goldar muttered, "The Rangers won't save you this time! Do you hear me, Humans?"

"There's no need to shout," a voice snarled, as a sharp pain sent shivers throughout Goldar's entire body, "We can hear you just fine."

The pain was excruciating... unlike anything he felt before. Something collided with his neck, frying his body with electrical waves and causing shimmering green sparks to channel along his armor.

His every sense overwhelmed, Goldar collapsed to the ground like a broken puppet.

The Green Ranger stood over the downed warrior, his fist still smoking from the Dragonheart Pulse he had generated. But something was different this time. The Pulse had irradiated more light and energy than he'd ever managed to muster before.

A cold grin pulled his lips. Perhaps rage was a weapon he should use more often...

"Only one Ranger?" a sultry voice sighed, "How disappointing."

Erol turned as a lithe form flipped toward him. She landed with the grace of a bird, and stood before him holding a curved sword.

She looked remarkably human, but her costume made the Green Ranger cautious. The gold plating was too similar to Goldar's armor to be mere coincidence.

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure," Erol spat, crouching.

She smirked. "No you haven't. I am Scorpina, Goldar's partner in conquest!"

And with that introduction, she too lowered into a battle position, her saber held at the ready. "And that is the last pleasure you will ever know."

Chapter Sixteen

It seemed she had no power other than to sob in remorse for all she had lost.

It was truly over now... Erol would never forgive her. How could he? After the things that she said to him.

No more casual, sunny afternoons at the creek. No more stargazing in the late hours of the night. No more companionship, in its simplest form. They could never be that close again. The shadow of the Power Rangers would remain between them, stunting any true joy before it could even grow.

She flipped onto her back, staring up at the black ceiling. Erol's words rang in her mind like a knell.

"Isn't love what separates us from Rita and her henchmen? Why is loveselfish? Or shameful?"

He was right... it didn't make sense. Love felt so... right. How could it be shameful? Or even selfish? It was so natural.

Could something that wonderful actually harm her, or put the Earth in danger? Isn't love what encouraged her to fight in the first place?

She frowned in confusion, wiping the moisture that soaked her face. "Nothing makes sense any more."

Suddenly, the alarm claxons forced her to rise from her bed. She hastily ran from her room, not caring to fix her appearance.

All the Rangers openly stared as the tear-stained face of the Purple Ranger appeared in the Command Center.

"Kreia?" Linis murmured, his jaw hanging open, "What happened to you?"

"It's nothing," she insisted, turning to meet Zordon's aghast stare. "What's going on?"

Zordon snapped out of his surprise. "TURN YOUR ATTENTION TO THE VIEWING GLOBE, RANGERS."

The six surrounded the crystal sphere. All eyes widened at the fierce battle that ensued between the Green Ranger and an unknown armored woman.

"What's Erol doing out there?" Zale wondered aloud. Through the corner of his eye, he glanced at Kreia's bloodshot eyes and flushed cheeks. He frowned as realization dawned on him.

"Let's go," the Red Ranger decided, "Erol needs our help."

"Be careful," Regita advised, "The opponent Erol is facing isn't one of Rita's usual monsters."

Cherise frowned. "How is she different?"

"She doesn't exude the same magical signature the other creatures always have. Therefore, she isn't a magical creation. She is an alien."

Sener nodded. "So she's alive. Like Goldar."

Regita confirmed the hypothesis.

"If she's anything like Goldar, then she's dangerous," Kazu pointed out, "and Erol doesn't look like he's in the best emotional state."

The Purple Ranger cast a furious glare at Kazu. His eyebrow rose in response to the overt fury in her eyes.

"Then let's not waste another moment," Zale decided.

Chapter Seventeen

Erol growled under his breath as he leapt to the ground, the buzzing sound of Scorpina's deadly Sting whizzing just over his head. He painfully returned to his feet, careful not to further injure his wounded leg with jarring motion.

The first time Scorpina tossed her sword into the air, creating a disc of radiant energy, Erol simply dodged it. It wasn't that impressive, after all.

But the second time it sliced through the air, it made contact with his thigh, sending rivers of pain throughout his body.

It was more than a mere Sting. It was almost numbing.

"EROL!"

The Green Ranger jumped, his attention flying from his crafty opponent. He stared as the remaining six Rangers burst onto the scene, the Purple Ranger continuing to run toward him.

He frowned as he watched Kreia throw caution to the winds. She ignored the rule of revealing their identities by referring to him by name, and her scream was sufficient to distract him from the fight at hand.

But there was so much worry in her voice, he couldn't tune it out... until Scorpina's foot crashed into his thigh, digging into the wound.

Erol screamed in pain, collapsing to the ground. Fresh blood poured from the injury, staining the grass beneath him.

Kreia then lifted into the air, her ankle wings beating desperately as she streaked toward him. But before she could get too close, a wave of gold flames slammed into her body, sending her careening to the ground like a bird with its wings clipped.

Goldar chuckled as the Purple Ranger tried to recover her bearings. "What? You didn't notice I was here?"

Kreia frowned, rising to her feet with the aid of the Red Ranger. "Keep your head, Kreia," he whispered, "Remember, this new monster isn't one of Finster's creations. This is a true warrior."

Kreia nodded, her glance turning to the new monster for a moment. She was surprisingly beautiful, and human in appearance.

But the bloodlust that gleamed in her black eyes left no doubt in Kreia's mind... Erol was fighting a terrifying monster. Alone.

"I'll help Erol," she said, once the Rangers regrouped, "The rest of you can fight Goldar."

"We've got people to attend to, Purple," Zale reminded her, "Blue and Pink, help get the people out of here. Black, see if you can calm the fires. Yellow, you help Green." He then gazed at Kreia. "You're with me."

She was about to protest, but the commanding tone in which Zale spoke left no room for argument. And she knew the wisdom of his strategy... she was too distraught to be wary enough to battle this new monster. At least she was familiar with Goldar's abilities. If she dared battle this female monster, she surely wouldn't be prepared to counterattack whatever skills the mysterious opponent had.

Kazu was always excellent at improvising. He would insure Erol's safety.

Chapter Eighteen

"Saber-toothed Tiger Tail Whip!"

A wave of sinuous yellow-gold energy spun around the Yellow Ranger's body, swirling like a spring before it dove into action.

The energy rope sliced through the air, and caught the flying gold disc in motion.

Scorpina growled furiously as she watched her saber float into the newcomer's hands.

"So, the cavalry has come to save your useless life," she commented dryly, watching as the Green Ranger painfully rose to his feet once again, "You certainly are a stubborn species."

Anger boiled in Erol's heart as he stole one quick glance at Kreia.

She distracted him. Thanks to her, he nearly died at the hands of this slip of a monster.

Regita was right... love was weak.

Hatred was truly strong.

And after one more glance at Scorpina, he realized it.

The cold smirk she wore as she mocked him. The fierce smile of a predator she flashed as she drew his blood. The giggle she released as she mercilessly pounded his bleeding wounds.

He hated her.

And he would wipe the smirk off her face.

He didn't even think about it. Erol stood erect, green energy channeling into his vibrating fist. Smoke poured off his empowered hand, and when he opened his fist, a ball of sparking green radiation formed from the fierce energy he had channeled.

Not enough to hurt him, he cautioned himself, Just to get him out of the way...

"Dragonheart... Pulse!"

Kazu heard the familiar battle cry, a smile stretching upon his masked face.

Perfect timing, my friend, he mused, swinging at Scorpina with her own saber again, She is too distracted by me to successfully dodge the Pulse. Once she is out of commission, we can-

Kazu's train of thought was lost in a wave of blinding pain. He screamed in shocked anguish, his body shuddering as waves of green light sparked his costume.

All strength leaving his body, the mighty Yellow Ranger collapsed to the ground.

Scorpina stared incredulously at the Green Ranger, who stood frozen with his hand extended.

He didn't move a centimeter since he threw that Pulse.

"You'd better work on your aim, boy," she giggled, her hands on her hips again, "Now there's no one to save you."

The Green Ranger slowly lowered his arm, his fists clenching. With deliberate slowness, he strode toward Scorpina.

"I don't plan on needing help," he commented.

Scorpina shuddered at the ice in his voice. It was an odd blend of bitter hatred, irrepressible confidence, and even... amusement?

He then reached for his golden belt, and pulled a small dagger.

It was all she could do to brace herself as the Green Ranger launched his body at her like a cannonball.

Chapter Nineteen

"Gods, no..." Kreia murmured.

The battle between herself, Goldar, and Zale had stopped when the piercing cry of pain reached their ears.

They had heard the Dragonheart Pulse, and Goldar paused his fight, watching anxiously to see if his partner would be able to dodge.

There was no end to the shock all witnesses felt when the sphere collided with the back of the unsuspecting Yellow Ranger.

Kreia was on the verge of tears. She watched impotently as Sener and Cherise dashed to Kazu, making sure he was still alive.

Surely, the others thought Erol had simply missed. After all, he was barely conscious when Kazu interrupted his duel with Scorpina. Perhaps he was still disoriented enough to misfire?

But Kreia knew better. She felt... pure, unadulterated rage. She saw that hatred and fury billow off Erol like heat off tar on a sunny day. She could discern the magical distortion that surrounded Erol's body, injecting him with something powerful.

Something dangerous.

And as she watched her love mercilessly pummel the overcome alien, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer.

She weakly fell to her knees, watching the scene blankly as if it were but a dream.

It couldn't be real. This couldn't be Erol...

No... she mourned, The hate... it's because of... me...

Chapter Twenty

"SCORPINA!" Goldar roared, his voice so heavy with fury and pain that it drew the attention of all the Rangers.

All except Erol, that is. For Erol was too busy tearing at Scorpina like a shark at a feeding frenzy.

It was too intense for Goldar to comprehend. Only moments ago, it looked like he had succeeded. Scorpina had managed to weaken the Green Ranger to the edge of defeat, and the other Rangers hadn't arrived before Goldar himself had recovered from the surprisingly powerful Dragonheart Pulse the Green Ranger had mustered. And with the Pink and Blue Rangers helping the civilians, and the Black Ranger attending the flames, it would've been child's play for him to defeat the frantic Purple Ranger. Even the noble Red Ranger would have fallen. And he was confident Scorpina could finally destroy the mighty Yellow Ranger.

But then, the unimaginable happened. The Green Ranger cracked.

Something inside him snapped... of that Goldar was certain.

The Green Ranger transformed into a rabid animal, knocking the Yellow Ranger out of the fight with one blow.

At first, it looked like mere human error. But when Goldar saw the ferocity with which Green attacked Scorpina, he knew it was no mistake.

Now, there was no way Scorpina would be able to recover her bearings enough to survive. The Green Ranger was so powerful, fueled with rage and frustration.

She couldn't match him... and he wouldn't show her mercy.

His blood boiling, Goldar managed to evade the thunderstruck Rangers. He urgently flew to the Green Ranger, roaring furiously while his heart beat in time with his wings.

The Green Ranger glanced at the oncoming beast, pausing before he delivered another fierce punch to the staggering Scorpina.

He assessed his situation in a heartbeat... like a true warrior. The woman was barely conscious, so he could afford to leave her unattended for a few moments.

Goldar was the immediate threat, but he was so blind with rage that he sacrificed the element of surprise by roaring so loudly.

A blood-chilling smirk appeared on Erol's pale face as he straightened out.

Goldar grunted angrily, swinging his sword where the Green Ranger stood. But Erol was too fast, and anticipated that motion. Goldar hollered with rage as the agile Ranger flipped into the air, landing on his back.

"Get off, Human!" Goldar fumed, spinning vertically in the hopes of shaking the Ranger off his back. The pair tore through the air at supersonic speed... flying past the city into the forest nearby.

Goldar's blood froze when he heard the icy laughter the Green Ranger released.

"Dragonheart Pulse," Erol said calmly, his smile evident in his tone.

Goldar screamed with agony as flaming power struck his back. But this wasn't just the force of the blast that so pained him... for his back had a weakness.

The rest of his body was covered in magical armor... but his wings were exposed.

Goldar began spinning uncontrollably, tears leaping to his eyes for the first time in his memory. His cries of agony simmered into pathetic whimpers as he fell from the moonlit skies, crashing into the dirt.

The force of the Pulse knocked the Green Ranger cleanly off Goldar's back. He fell to the ground, stumbling as he landed on his bad leg.

He clutched his bleeding thigh, biting back the pain while forcing himself to stand upright again.

His consciousness became hazy, all his strength leaving his body. A rising feeling of nausea built in his stomach, forcing him to fall to the ground.

He released a gasp of pain, once again grasping his bleeding wound. He blinked in confusion, shaking his head to recover his senses.

"What... what's happening to me?" he breathed.

"Now you die, Human."

Erol turned sharply to see Goldar stumble towards him. His wings hung uselessly from his back, and even in the darkness of the night, Erol could see the dark blood that stained Goldar's luminescent armor.

The scent of Goldar's blood reached Erol's nose. For some reason, knowing that he had dealt Goldar such a blow was... exciting.

A smile formed on Erol's hidden face, and he slowly rose to his feet, ignoring the pain that swelled his leg.

"That was a quick recovery," Green commented, bracing himself, "But it doesn't look like you'll be flying anytime soon."

Goldar released a final scream of fury before he pounced on the Green Ranger, his hands clutching the boy's throat with all the might in his pained body.

But before Erol could fight back, both combatants vanished in the blink of an eye.

Chapter Twenty-One

Goldar sat on his knees, his arms hanging limply at his sides. His wings hung lifelessly from his back, still dripping blood onto his dulled armor.

Beside him, Scorpina kneeled on the cold concrete. She was in no better shape than he, for her blood poured from numerous gashes along her exposed flesh. Several pieces of armor were torn away, including half of her helmet, which cracked near her face. Her eye was swollen, as well her lip.

Rita Repulsa gazed at the two broken warriors that awaited her judgement. She folded her fingers pensively, leaning forward on her throne.

Goldar cringed at the queen's harsh laughter.

"Oh, I love it!" Rita cackled, throwing her head back, "Goldar's brilliant master plan, thwarted by one Ranger! Even the mighty Scorpina couldn't stand up against one little human!"

The shrill laughter grated on Goldar's nerves, but he had no energy in his body to offer any kind of protest. The queen was reveling in his failure, and there was no way to end the mockery.

"Well," Rita sighed, taking a breath to regain her composure, "Now I hope you've learned your lesson. The Power Rangers are quite the adversary."

Goldar grumbled something unintelligible.

At that display of disdain, all humor died in Rita's eyes. She glared furiously at her general, leaping to her feet.

"You have a lot of nerve," she spat, her eyes narrowing, "You dared to launch an attack behind my back, and even bring in one of Zedd's spies to help? Not only did you disrespect me by circumventing my authority, but you also dared to insult me further by embarrassing me before the Rangers?"

Goldar scowled, but offered no verbal apology.

Rita's eyes flared. "It's time you learned just how powerful I am, Monkey-Boy," she growled, "Maybe then you'll learn your place."

Goldar stared in astonishment as Rita reached for her long scepter. Rita rarely used the magical device; only when casting a powerful spell.

He gulped audibly.

"The Green Ranger may have maimed you," she declared, pointing her staff at the helpless Titan, "but I will finish the job!"

Goldar howled in pure agony as white lightning leapt from the staff. It surrounded him in an electrical cocoon, channeling through his body.

Scorpina couldn't look; she turned her begging gaze to Rita, silently pleading for mercy.

But Rita's eyes were entirely focused at the task at hand, and all she could hear was the cries of pain that tore from Goldar's lungs.

After several minutes of blinding magic and mind-numbing screams, the job was done.

Goldar collapsed into a boneless heap on the cold floor of the throne room, pulling in breaths sharply.

Lying on the floor beside him, bathed in a pool of brown blood, were two blue wings.

Scorpina gasped, crawling toward Goldar and gently touching his face. But before she could inhale to speak, Rita's scepter appeared between them.

Scorpina turned her terrified gaze to the Queen.

"How dare you interfere with my invasion?" she growled, her eyes crackling with power, "BE GONE!"

Scorpina screamed in fear as the power from Rita's scepter leapt into her own body, charging her with painful magic that stung every single inch of flesh and bone.

Then, she vanished, a column of smoke erupting from the singed ground where the beautiful spy once sat.

Goldar stared numbly at charred rock. "S...Scorpina...?"

Rita smirked, lifting Goldar's chin with her scepter. He cringed as he was forced to gaze into her hate-filled copper eyes. "Now... whom do you serve?"

Goldar swallowed hard, his entire body trembling. "...y...you... my Queen."

She smiled. "That's more like it."

She then removed her scepter, letting Goldar's chin crash back to the ground. Rita took a deep breath, a smile of joy erupting on her face as she casually strode out of her throne room.

Just outside, loyal Finster awaited her. She smiled at him, and he bowed in response.

"What happened to Scorpina?" Finster asked carefully.

"Relax," Rita sighed, waving her hand, "I'm not stupid enough to kill one of Zedd's spies. I just banished her to the Ipnid system. If Zedd needs her, he can find her there easily enough."

"And Goldar?" he continued.

She smiled maliciously. "He'll be fine in a day or two. Now he knows not to cross Rita Repulsa. The next time he pulls a stunt like that, he'll die."

Finster nodded, slowing down to let Rita walk in front of him. Together, they descended flights of stairs, and moved through a winding, narrow hallway. Finally, they arrived in a darkened chamber, lit only with a single torch hanging from a wall.

The opposite wall was barred, and within the small cubicle lay a prisoner.

"You cut off Goldar's wings," Finster noted, a shiver passing through him as he saw the hungry smile that pulled Rita's lips. He then glanced at the unconscious boy in the cell.

"So?" Rita challenged with a shrug, "It's not like I need him any longer. Now, I've got a new Knight... and he won't fail me."

Finster frowned. "The Green Ranger? Is that... wise?"

Rita scowled at him, causing the diminutive Monster-Baker to cringe visibly.

She then smiled again, her gaze turning back to Erol. She grasped the bars of the cell, her hands trembling with excitement. "Trust me, Finster... things couldn't have worked out more perfectly!"

To Be Continued...