Disclaimer: I do not own or make a profit off of any power ranger characters. They are the sole property of Haim Saban and Disney.

Author's note: I thought that I would post this story first before the sequel to "Kidnapped Again". I hope you guys can forgive me for being so behind in posting anything…please don't hurt me!

Chapter 1

It was a bright and sunny day in southern California, the perfect day for a family trip. Thirteen-year-old Trent Fernandez talked excitedly with his parents.

This was his first trip to his parents' work place, an archeological dig in south-western Texas. His parents promised him when he was younger that when he reached age thirteen they'd take him with them on one of their adventures. The time had finally come…

Trent sat in the backseat doodling in his sketchpad. Drawing was one of his favorite activities and it could occupy him for hours.

At the moment he was working on a picture of his parents holding their digging tools. He artistically captured all of their features as if he were taking an actual snapshot with a camera. He sketched in every detail, including his parent's wedding rings on both of their fingers.

"It's a masterpiece!" Trent exclaimed happily.

"You can't see it until it's finished!" Trent mischievously warned his mother, who was trying to catch a glimpse of his work.

The three hour drive to the dig site felt more like a few minutes. Trent quickly unbuckled his seat belt and helped his parents unload their tools from the back of the truck.

Trent took a good look around him but did not see anything remotely similar to a dig site.

"Where is it? I don't see anything."

"That's because it's in that cave," his father chuckled warmly as he pointed out a big hole in the Cliffside.

"Don't you have other people helping you?"

"Yes, but today is the worker's day off. Today it will just be us and a friend of ours."

"Who is your friend? Do I know em'?"

"No, you don't know him, but he knows you. You've met a couple of times when you were younger but you probably don't remember him."

"What's his name?" Trent questioned curiously.

"Boy, you sure ask a lot of questions!" His mother smiled.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" His father nodded towards an oncoming vehicle.

A black, dust covered Mercedes rolled to a stop next to their white pickup truck. A distinguished looking gentleman, wearing digging clothes similar to his parents', stepped out of the car.

"It's good to see you again Fernando. Marian, it's a pleasure to see you as always. And who is this?"

"My name is Trent," the young boy shyly replied.

"Trent! No way. He was just beginning to walk the last that I saw him!"

"What's your name?" Trent questioned, curiosity overcoming his shyness.

"My name is Anton Mercer. But you can call me Anton, if it's okay with your parents." He added glancing at the Fernandez's to seek their approval.

"That will be fine." Fernando nodded.

"Are you ready to explore?"

Trent nodded his head eagerly, ready to get started.

After the grownups lectured him about safety and digging regulations, they set out for the cave entrance equipped with digging tools, ropes, and flashlights.

"Now if you get scared at all, honey, let us know and we'll bring you back out to the truck," his mother gently teased.

"Mom…not in front of Anton," Trent whispered, embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

This remark received howling fits of laughter from the two men.

"It's okay Trent, I've never been too fond of the dark myself," Anton seriously remarked.

"I'm not afraid," Trent declared with defiance.

Trent secretly hoped that those words wouldn't come back to haunt him, as he remembered what happened to Luke Skywalker from star wars.

Trent pushed dark thoughts aside and had fun. To the surprise of everyone, he found some arrowheads and some cave paintings. Trent cherished this happy moment, where he had no worries and the warm laughter and beaming faces of his parents erased his fears away.