The sun was beating down on the desert of Despair. This remote part of America was amongst the desolate parts of the world but this didn't concern the shadowy figure walking across the sand. The woman wore a long black robe that brushed against the ground and in her hand was a small wooden stick. He paused briefly and held the stick in the palm of her hand. It moved all by itself like the needle of a compass, almost like it was pointing her in the direction of his target. After a few minutes, the woman came across a small pile of rocks and stopped. Underneath the hood of her robe she smiled before waving her arms in an elaborate gesture. The ground began to rumble as the rocks began to rise out of the sand until they formed an archway, "Perfect", the woman hissed before walking through the arch.
In a flash the woman had been teleported to another location. The room was lit with a few torches and water periodically dripped down the walls. Lining the walls were crude drawings of five different animals, a T-Rex, Triceratops, Sabretooth Tiger, Stegosaurus and finally a Ankylosaurus The woman removed her cloak, revealing her pale white skin, tight revealing leather clothing and her long black hair . Her red eyes glowed as she rubbed her bony fingers across some Alien symbols, "And they said this place was a myth", she snorted.
Lady Mordred, the fearsome Dark Lord, had spent the last nine months obsessively searching for something to permanently remove the threat of her nemesis. The Dark Lord knew that the prophesy said that the Power Rangers possessed a power that she could not. If she couldn't access that power, then Lady Mordred would find her own power, the likes of which the universe had never seen.
During her extensive period of research, she came across a findings of Mesagog. According to Mesagog's research, they could have been the original Power Rangers, numerous rumours littered various historic texts but this was the earliest reference Lady Mordred had found. Now she was in the lost temple, a dark dank hole that hardly seemed fitting for the birth place of the power rangers. She allowed the ambient magic of the temple to wash over her and quickly she pinpointed the presence that she sensed from the surface. It was hidden behind a stone wall but that wouldn't stop the most powerful Dark Lord of the century. One energy blast later and the wall had been turned to rubble.
Lady Mordred quickly banished the dust and the larger pieces of debris until she saw something of interest. Behind the wall was an ornate chest that was locked with several giant bolts, at the foot of a throne, "This is it", she said almost with reverence. She tried to pull the locks but nothing happened, even energy blasts didn't work. "I will not be denied", she boomed. If Mordred had stopped for a moment, she would have seen the paintings on the wall glowing behind her.
Suddenly the bolts flew off and the lid of the chest popped open. Mordred looked inside but she couldn't anything. Crying out with rage, she was about to blast the chest to piece when the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees. The Dark Lord felt like all the air in the temple had disappeared as a faint glow began to emanate from the chest. A cloud of smoke and dust shot into the air as a figure appeared in the smoke, Mordred quickly noticed the silver staff with a Z on it. She began to laugh manically; the Power Rangers would soon be dead.