Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers
A/N: I would like to thank WWMTgirl for prompting me into writing this, even if she doesn't know the full story. On another note, I'm looking for a beta for this story, specifically. I need some advice on daily life for Samurai in the 1600s. If you yourself, or someone you know, could possibly advise me, please message me and let me know. Thank you and enjoy!
I apologize for the length of this. I've been a bit distracted lately, what with publishing another novel and all. (Warrior's Pride available at lulu dot com under Jo Grix) I promise there are many exciting things forthcoming in this story, I just need a little time to wind down from publishing.
The monsters were still behind me.
I had hoped that the ocean would have stopped them, but they were still there. I could hear them howling every time I stopped.
The King Demon had called them Moogers, but every time I saw them, I was left thinking of those creatures made to torment souls into madness. The fact that they still pursued me left me hopeful that I was not yet sunk in madness.
As I stumbled across the desert sand, guided by a full moon, I knew that if I did not find shelter before the sun rose, it would not be a case of if I went mad but when.
The howling was closer than ever.
Suddenly the sand gave way beneath me and I tumbled down a sand dune. I landed on my face and when I looked up, the monsters were at the top of the hill.
Exhausted, I reached for my katana. Even if it was useless against the demons, I would not got to my ancestors without a fight.
