A/N: Short chapter to set up the "Evil Future" that was described in Tinywarz Rangers.
Chapter Fifty One: Hell Beckons
It had been three weeks since the destruction of Trijor and he was bored.
Weihan walked through the Botanical Gardens and looked out into the Harbour. Since then, he had only sporadic contact with the Power Rangers and he hadn't yet had a chance to ask Zordon about his vision. The last time they had spoken was a request to hand over the map to Ninjor. A new villain had shown up and their Thunderzords had been trashed again. He doubted the sage would give him a straight answer anyway…like the explanation he had given for the random facial twitches that had started popping up after the power burst from the past had faded. He had a good laugh about that in the Ultra Cavern afterwards. Power veterans…maybe something had been transferred into him from the mind link after all.
He shook off that thought as it often lead to him thinking about time loops and things that made his head hurt. So much for knowledge being the key to defeating Xonix. Maybe it would make more sense to him in the future but he doubted it. The future would mean forming a team and although he knew where to start, the idea left a bad taste in his mouth. His friends deserved better than to spend every second of their lives battling monsters or constantly on the edge waiting for the next ball to drop.
Besides, he was doing pretty well on his own. He was now training a great deal more and was starting to see what he could do with his fire projection and manipulation. An interesting side-effect was that he was using the stove at home less and less. He still had to act like he was using it to keep up appearances but a finger on the meat worked wonders for sealing in the juices. He would think about maybe signing up for a cookery school in the future…provided Sydney was still standing in the future. He chuckled as he kicked a stone across the pavement. Knowing his luck, he would find the next generation of Rangers and would have to recruit them into another team.
He stopped short at that. Knowing a team would have to be put together was one thing, but doing it was entirely another. He would be asking total strangers to place their lives in his hands and to count on him to lead them to victory. He was just starting to realise the responsibility of becoming a Ranger and to suddenly have the responsibility of leading a team thrust onto him? It would take something massive for him to even consider changing his mind.
A strong wind whipped around him and he looked around. The morning joggers had already left the area and the only people around him were on boats. Absentmindedly, he wondered why he had chosen to come to the Gardens on a skip trip as it was usually deserted in the early mornings. Shaking his head, he made his way to the stairs that would lead him to the main road when the wind almost knocked him off his feet. Puzzled, he looked around to see what it was doing to the trees and his eyes widened in fear.
Whatever was happening was only affecting him.
He took one step forward and then another one. Each step was like swimming in concrete. Behind him a swirling portal irised open and the Orange Ranger struggled to move away before he was pushed in. Snarling like a rabid dog, he turned around and began running towards it. If this was a plan of Xonix's, he would make damn sure that it was never tried again. Hitting the edge of the portal, he summoned his Raptor Sabre to him and leapt in.
Weihan would never know, but the next few hours would change his life forever.
TBC…
