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Chapter Seven
Xander stood with the other Rangers in Rootcore. He shifted from one foot to the other as Udonna looked over each Power Ranger. Something was up, Xander could feel sense it. The stern look on Udonna's face was enough to confirm his gut feeling- something was definitely wrong.
"I am afraid," Udonna said, breaking the awkward silence that filled the lair, "that your jobs are about to become much more difficult."
"What are you talking about?" Nick asked.
"There's something that you Rangers do not know." Udonna stated. "I never told you the entire story of what happened to the world that myself and Clare come from."
She had captured Xander's, as well as the other four Rangers', attention. They looked upon their mentor with curious gazes, each one wanting to know desperately what she was talking about.
Udonna sighed and hung her head.
"The creatures of the Underworld didn't come to our world just to take over it. They were in search of something…of someone."
At her words, curious looks traveled between the Power Rangers
"The Underworld," she continued, ignoring the looks on the five faces before her, and pacing the earthen floor, "wished to kidnap the baby princess of our world. This princess, it was said in legend, would become one of the greatest sorceresses of all time. But the king and queen were wise to the Underworld's plan and they hid the child. Now, the Underworld has found the girl." Udonna turned and faced the Rangers, her expression grave.
"I am afraid that the girl does not know her past and that she will fall blindly into the Underworld's hands. You five will need to protect her."
"Wait, hold up a second." Vida shook her head, "do you mean to tell us that there's some princess out there that Koragg and Morticon and all them are trying to kidnap?"
"Yes." Udonna replied
"How are we supposed to know who this princess is?" Madison, ever the rational one, asked.
"You've already met her, just now, in the forest." Udonna said.
Xander's eyes widened. Briana. Briana was the princess.
She walked aimlessly through town; her head hung low, eyes on the sidewalk in front of her, and her thoughts wandering within her mind. Briana had slept fitfully that night, unable to get the vision of her father dying from her mind. The vision had haunted her dreams, torturing her with the knowledge that she had known what was going to happen and had done nothing to stop it.
But the nightmares of that vision weren't the only things that filled her sleep-deprived brain that night. She'd had another vision, this one much more intense and more difficult to interpret than any other vision Briana had ever had.
A woman had stood before her, clad in an elegant gown of black velvet, with silver stars embroidered around the hem and neckline and a crescent moon embroidered in the center of her chest. The dark, ebony gown had been a startling contrast to the woman's pale skin. Her face had been so lovely that Briana could hardly look at her, the sight too startlingly beautiful for mortal eyes to see. There'd been a bright light behind the woman, but, with a flick of her porcelain wrist and the utterance of words that were foreign to Briana, the light suddenly vanished and the woman became enshrouded in darkness so thick that Briana could actually feel it.
The dream had ended after that, leaving poor Briana to mull it over and try to understand its meaning. She had spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what the vision had meant. But no answer had yet come to her.
Briana kicked at a stone that lay in her path. It skipped across the sidewalk and landed in front of a foot.
Slowly, Briana's eyes moved up the leg and over the figure that stood before her. To her surprise, the man was clad in a strange full-bodied armor that was the same color purple that her childhood bedroom had been. His face was covered by a helmet, but Briana could sense his expressionless stare through the dark visor that covered his eyes. There was something very haunting and strange about this man, and yet, Briana felt as if she knew him from somewhere; as if she had known him from somewhere in her past. But that was ridiculous. She had never before laid eyes on this man, and if she had, she was fairly certain that she would remember someone as strange as him.
The man bowed his head formally, as if addressing the queen of England, before his hidden eyes snapped back up to survey Briana.
"I do not wish to harm you," he said, his voice harsh, "but if you put up a fight I will have no other choice."
His hand snaked out and, faster than Briana could comprehend, grasped her arm in a tight, vice-like grip.
"Hey!" Briana cried, struggling against his solid grip. "Let me go you freak!"
His hold upon her arm tightened until Briana felt as if he would break her arm.
"Remember," he whispered gruffly, pulling her towards him with little effort, despite her struggling, "I do not wish to harm you."
"Yeah, well you're doing a great job of it." Briana snapped. Her sarcastic tone was lost upon the man as he began to pull her towards an alleyway that sat just a few yards away.
Fear so powerful, so strong that it nearly made her heart stop, encompassed Briana. She was going to die. She could feel it in her gut. This man, whoever he was, was going to kill her. Some random person would wander into the alley and discover her mutilated body. Her poor mother would have nobody left, and it was all because Briana just had to go for a walk to clear her head.
The fear clouded her brain, making it impossible for Briana to think clearly. Her body moved of its own accord, allowing the strange man to take her wherever it was he wished. And, for the first time in nearly two years, Briana allowed one single, solitary tear to slip, unnoticed, down her cheek.
Koragg silently rejoiced in his victory. He had the girl in his very grasp and soon, very soon, he would be delivering her to the Master; who would no doubt reward him greatly. Koragg allowed a mirthless chuckle to escape him as he dragged the girl towards the alleyway where he would make his escape. He could not wait to see the look upon Morticon's face when he returned to the Underworld with the girl in his clutches. It would be he, Koragg, who would receive the Master's gratitude and not the witless Morticon. Yes, Koragg's victory would be sweet, and he could not wait to return to the Underworld where he could commence to rub his triumph in Morticon's face.
A searing hot pain hit his left shoulder, causing him to loosen the death grip that he held on his captive.
Growling, Koragg whirled around only to see those nitwitted Power Rangers standing before him.
Ooh, what's gonna happen next? Lol. I hope that y'all liked this chapter and will review. The next one, hopefully, won't take so long to come out but it's hard to say. I'm so busy with work right now that I haven't had much time to sit down and write. But, I hope that you all will review, because reviews really help to spark my creativity.