Disclaimer – PR:MF isn't mine. Characters included. I don't have anything if you try to sue me. I'll give you…about $1.10 Australian though. Backstory of Koragg is kinda mine, allusions to WF aren't. Spoilers of Broken Spell part 2. Might be a oneshot only.
Not To Be
Koragg smiled evilly behind his mask. Four of the so called "chosen warriors" were at his feet, soundly defeated by only a very light pulse of magic. He scoffed to himself. If this was all the meagre human resistance could come up with, they should just all but give up. At least the one who called himself "Xander" had tried to talk to him – to appeal to his inner good. Unfortunately for them, he had none. Slowly, he walked towards them, those four brightly coloured figures on the ground, writing with pain as the light magic tried to heal their bodies.
He had to give them credit, he supposed. Coming from a world of technology, they had willingly embraced a force which they thought was a myth. Like he had done with the Power Rangers, thought that they were a myth – until they changed in front of him. They reminded him of a small group of warriors that his brother Zen Aku had gone off to fight. That was the last time he had seen him alive. Tightening his grip on his sword, he prepared to end their lives and go after the reluctant warrior. A strange sound reached his ears, but he paid it no heed. He knew victory was close.
Suddenly, out of the bushes, a strange vehicle appeared and a figure jumped off, hurtling towards him. From the shouts that the warriors made, he could guess that this was the last one – the supposed leader. He blocked the oncoming kick, but the force pushed him back a few steps – enough for him to read the mystical aura coming from the person in front of him. Koragg's eyes widened, then he started to chuckle under his breath. Yes, that was it – let the foolish Human think he was connected. The human spoke, but all Koragg could think of was the destruction in front of him – just in his grasp. After all, he had taken away the Snow Staff of the White Ranger, so four Rangers would not be of concern to him any longer. He spoke, mainly to himself, but the darn helmet made his voice booming and loud. He'd have to get it fixed one day.
"Now there are five."
Koragg tried to keep the amusement out of his voice and partially succeeded. The fool was in front of the fallen Rangers, holding his hands up and muttering to himself about believing in magic. Inwardly, the wolf warrior laughed. He could not believe that the fool thought he believed in magic. It was time to strike down at the human and teach his friends a lesson. He took a few steps back and charged at the Human, gathering power in his blade.
The sword came down…
Nick's hands came up…
The blade met some resistance…and sheared through the force field, striking the torso of the Human who had dared defy him and his Master. Like…well, magic, the flesh and bone gave way to the power of the Dark Wolf, leaving Koragg to rip his blade from the Human's body. He looked at his sword in mild disgust. Human blood was always a pain to wash off. He smirked at the shocked group, and then to the Human who was still standing – barely. His voice was full of pride and open amusement.
"So it begins. I have drawn first blood, the next time we meet, you will all die!"
Koragg opened a portal to the Underworld and sank down. As he did so, he opened up a scrying window to see what was going on.
The human had finally succumbed to the fact that he had lost a large amount of blood and had fallen to the forest floor, his friends gathering around him. He watched the lips move for a few minutes, not picking up on what was said, and then watched the eyelids flutter shut. Koragg was happy as he shut off the spell.
His brother was finally avenged.
The legend of the five mystical warriors was not to be.