A/N: Hello everyone! I want to apologize for such a long absence since my last update. It is for very good reason however. Our son, Jack, was born on October 30th. He was 8 pounds, 8 ounces and was healthy as could be. We couldn't be any happier! We are still going through the whole adoption part with some minor hiccups from his parents but overall, things have been great! We watch Power Rangers together every Saturday morning. Gotta start them young, right? Hahaha.

So here is chapter 7. This fic is going to be on break until after the holidays while I work on something special. I promise that now that I'm getting back into the swing of things, there won't be such a long break between chapters when it comes back in January.

As always, thank you for reading and reviewing. I own nothing Power Rangers. And thank you all for hanging on for me ever so patiently!

Ranger Slayer

The sound of humming came from Finster, the white rat shaped being that stood in front of me. The humming was something he enjoyed doing as he worked, something I've learned from being here for as long as I have. He made quick work of attaching my armor to me, the reinforced plates glistening in the candlelight. He had done well, making sure that each part that was meant to protect my torso and my forearms was structured to do the job correctly. He had even gone the extra steps by making it match my uniform, the dark pink and black design popping in the pale light. Stepping back, he observed his work.

"I hope this will work for you." He said, bowing his head. Reaching up, he adjusted the glasses on his snout. "With such short notice, I could only craft these."

"It'll work perfect, Finster. Thank you." I replied, giving him a reassuring smile. There was something about the little craftsman that made my heart warm. I wasn't sure if it was because I knew I could squash him like a bug or what but he was the only creature here that I didn't find completely repulsive. He was kind, caring, and extremely loyal to Drakkon. It was one of the main reasons he was still alive. Drakkon considered him one of the most valuable members of his council. I often wonder if he would allow me to die before Finster.

"I've also recoated your bow to allow it to be more functional whatever dimension you may find yourself in." He stated, walking over to his workshop table. He picked up my bow and headed back over to me. When I first joined Drakkon's forces, he presented me with my new uniform as well as my new weapon. The bow was forged from the Sword of Darkness, a steel blade that Drakkon himself used to fight the Power Rangers. Finster had managed to split the sword in two, expanding the size of it to shape that of a bow. I could tell that he had shined the steel and the rubies on either side of the handle. Holding it out to me, he allowed me to pick it up. It felt heavy with a sense of familiarity in it, my experience with the forged weapon playing across my mind as I adjusted my grip. The screams of my former friends rang in my mind from a moment but I blinked the thought away. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." I stated, turning my gaze to Finster. He nodded, taking my answer. Maneuvering the bow, I placed it over my back where the cloaking mechanism came into effect. It vanished, taking its weight with it. This was a power that had carried over with me from being Zordon's puppet. When it came time, I would be able to call upon it with just a swift motion of my arm. Zordon wasn't the best leader but he had some secret ways of doing things that were effective for us. Just never admit that to Lord Drakkon and expect to live.

"Lord Drakkon is awaiting you near the portal." He said, bowing his head again. I nodded, bending down to pick up my helmet from the floor by my feet. I tucked it into the crook of my arm and made strides towards the door. Heading out of Finster's quarters, I heard his padded feet behind me on the stone floors of the palace. He didn't speak as he walked, never daring to pass me as we moved together. This was why Finster was a trusted ally. He never questioned his place in the caste system here.

"What do you propose the morphing grid is like?" I asked, glancing over at Finster. There was a small smile on his face as he clasped his hands behind his back.

"I'm unsure. I haven't been able to study much about its properties but I do believe that he is correct about the energy being dangerously high. I've heard stories about those who have entered the grid itself being ripped apart in seconds."

"But Drakkon has survived it." I stated, feeling a nervous sweat form in my palms.

"Of course. He is quite powerful himself, however. I do believe you will be alright. I've ensured it with your armor and the power of your Power Coin should protect you." We rounded the corner to the throne room, the sound of the voices from the council meeting coming up the hallway. Drakkon had sent Zedd in his place, stating he would join him once I had left for my mission. The force field was still in effect on the room, Finster and I being able to pass through it. Drakkon was pacing by the energy field, his eyes transfixed on the portal. He looked up when he heard the sound of us approaching him.

"I'm ready." I said, nodding at him. He stepped towards us, his hands folded behind him.

"I've prepared her armor as requested, Lord Drakkon." Finster said, bowing his head towards Drakkon. "Her weapon has also been reinforced for her journey. Is there anything else you may require?" He asked.

"No, thank you. That will be all, Finster. Could you please join those in the council meeting? I will be there momentarily."

"Yes, your grace." Finster turned, giving me a small smile before heading off of the balcony and out of the throne room. Drakkon turned his eyes and me and I saw something in his eyes. Was it worry? Concern? Was he scared about me going in there?

"Once you are in the grid, it will become very hard to heard or see anything. Like Zedd stated, it will take you directly to the source of power. Once you're there, find it and bring it back here. Only kill who you must. We don't want to be interfering in other worlds without having our defenses up."

"Yes, Lord Drakkon." I replied. He reached out, taking my helmet from me. He carefully undid the clasps on the sides before tucking a strand of my hair behind my left ear. It was uncommon for him to be this outwardly affectionate towards me. His fingers lingered on my cheekbone for a moment before he allowed his hand to drop to his side.

"I ask that you are cautious on this mission. I cannot afford to lose not only this power but also the greatest warrior in my ranks." He said softly and I knew it was the closest to him telling me to be safe as I was about to get.

"I will." I stated, holding my voice steady. He leaned in closer to me, almost filling the gap that was between us. I held my breath, waiting to see what he was about to do. He brought his lips close to my cheek, lingering just centimeters away from the skin.

"Don't mess this up." He whispered, his lips moving on my skin. My eyes fluttered shut, living in the moment of the contact. I felt him move away, the warmth of his body gone as I opened my eyes again. He held out my helmet to me and I took it with shaky fingers. Tucking my hair inside, I pulled it on and clasped it shut. It felt complete with it on, the circuit of my powers complete. Drakkon stepped back, heading over to the portal. I followed, regaining control of my senses again.

"I'll return as quickly as possible." I said, the sound of my voice vibrating in the helmet. He raised his eyes to look at me, nodding.

"May the power protect you." He said. Taking a deep breath, I balled my fists and stepped forward. The energy field widened, allowing enough space for me to enter. I cast one last look over at Drakkon before stepping forward.

The first thing I felt was intense heat. It was like I had stepped into an oven at the highest setting. Sweat instantly began pouring off my brow and into my eyes as the world dissolved behind me. I did my best to keep my eyes open so I could see what was going on around me. The intense heat was matched with an intensely bright white light. I could only imagine that this was similar to what being inside of a lightning bolt felt like. I felt my stomach flop, making me wonder if it was the warmth or the small trickle of fear that was forming in the pit of my stomach. I balled my fists tightly and brought my right arm up to try to deflect the light some. That's when I saw the colorful streaks running up and down in the air. I saw blue, red, and yellow, the others moving too fast for me to process but it didn't take a genius to realize it was the same as our colors. Did this represent something? Was this their raw powers surging through? They moved more rapidly the more I stepped forward and soon, they swirled together faster.

Off in the distance, I could make out a light brighter than those around me. I moved closer, the sound of something coming towards me. I couldn't quite figure out what it was. It had a soft hum like voices but also a water like sound, as if the waves were crashing on a shore somewhere nearby in this blinding abyss. I gripped the handle of my bow in one hand as the light began to change color more rapidly. The pinks and the greens were especially more visual and the bands grew thicker. A loud howling noise vibrated through me as I felt everything lurch forward. I was moving. Through what or where to, I was unsure of. I just knew that everything around me was pitching forward. It must be taking me to the other power signature. Perhaps Drakkon was right. I would arrive to its location and be able to retrieve it quickly as planned. That would be the best way to please him in this mission.

About ten feet away from me, I saw something begin to form in the light. It swirled in place, a blackish color forming in the center. It expanded and I could see blurry movement through the window. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward. My legs felt wobbly as I walked but I made my way to the portal. Reaching out, I touched it with my gloved hand. The moment I made contact, I felt myself get yanked forward. The force was so hard, it made my head slam backwards and I saw stars for a second. It felt like I was free falling, the same distance of that of a sky diver. I came back to my senses, seeing that I was not falling from the sky. I was actually laying on the ground, my head spinning. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath until the sensation disappeared.

Opening my eyes, I found myself gazing up at a crystal clear blue sky. Wisps of white clouds were here or there, looking as if they had been painted with a single brush stroke. Underneath me, I felt something soft. Shifting, I sat up and saw the tall grass that had been pushed down by my weight. It left an indent of my body, reminding me of a distant memory where we would make snow angels on family skiing trips when I was younger.

Why did I think of that?

Shaking the thought, I pulled myself to my feet and looked around. It was odd to see the sun shining so brightly. Since Drakkon's reign began, he cast a darkness over Earth to protect his allies who were unable to stand the UV rays of the sun. Here, it was giving everything a bright and cheerful feeling to it. I found myself standing on a grassy knoll. Wild flowers were blooming around me in groups of purples and pinks, the tones popping against that of the green grass. In the distance, I saw buildings lining the streets and cars were piloting their way down them, making turns at intersections. Now and then, there would be a beeping from one when the driver became impatient with the one in front of them at a light. I could also hear the sound of people talking, the sound drifting up from the bottom of the knoll. That's where I spotted the brick building, the two story structure sitting back in a rather large parking lot. It took me only a second to recognize it as the Angel Grove High School. It was fully intact, unlike the one in our era. It had been the site of our last battle with the Rangers. Drakkon had destroyed it, blasting the last traces of it from the face of the Earth.

So, I was in Angel Grove. Was it the past? Was it a different universe? Was this a trick? I wasn't sure how to answer any of those questions. All I knew was that the great power signature that Drakkon needed to survive was here somewhere and I needed to find it. I just didn't know where it could be.

I crouched down as the shrill sound of a school bell rang out. Seconds later, the doors of the school opened and excited teenagers filled out. Some headed to cars in the parking lot while others grouped to wait for their friends. A few heading off near the front of the school where busses were waiting. Something here had to have the power. The grid wouldn't have brought me here if it didn't.

The answer to my question came as the doors opened and two people walked out. They walked a few feet, walking around the back of a mini van that was parked in the faculty part of the parking lot. The boy glanced around quick, before leaning in and giving the girl a kiss on the lips. The girl smiled up at him as he pulled away, stroking her thumb on his cheek. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched the two of them heading off down the sidewalk together.

Tommy Oliver and Kimberly Hart.

Of course it was them.