POV: Trini

When we arrived at the park, no one had to ask the stupid question "where is it?" It was hard to miss. A cyclone of swirling pink and blue blew trash, grass and leaves around only a few hundred feet from us.

"Billy, any ideas?"" came Jason's "leader voice".

Billy thought for a minute. "I believe the pink part is definitely drawn from Kimberly. But the blue certainly isn't me: I feel fine and the shade is different."

I broke in, frantic for my friend. "How do we shut it down?"

Billy sighed. "That's going to take a while to figure out. I don't even know WHAT it is."

He was interrupted by an enormous crack of lighting from the center of the cyclone. Two figures flew out and landed hard on the ground. In a fraction of a second, the cyclone disappeared utterly.

I stared at the two figures lying motionless on the ground. One was a young adult human dressed in blue T-shirt and jeans. The other...

The other was the Pink Morphin Ranger.

For a moment we just stood there, stunned. "Kim?" I whispered. How could she be here and in the Command Center at the same time?

"No," came Jason's firm voice, "that Ranger's too tall to be Kim." He was right. He continued "Let's take a look...cautiously."

We'd only taken a few steps when the male figure groaned and got up on his hands and knees. He looked up us, startled. I gasped. He wasn't human after all.

His eyes glowed a solid blue.

Those blue eyes widened as he studied us. "Morphin...Rangers?" Then they narrowed as he leapt to his feet. "You bitch!!" he spat at the still motionless form of the Pink Ranger.

We stopped and looked at each other. Without saying a word, we knew what we were dealing with here.

Only a villain would talk to a Ranger with such contempt.

"Who are you?" Jason asked in a deadly voice.

The blue-eyed man visibly calmed himself, and managed a smile as he turned to us. The eerie glow in his eyes faded. "I am Donovan, the Dark Warrior, Rangers," he actually gave a little bow, "and my companion is the Dark Pink Ranger," he smiled again at our gasps, "who has outlived her usefulness!" The eyes flared again for a moment, then faded back to brown. What was that all about?

"Never!" Jason shouted, and charged Donovan, Power Sword held high. I rolled my eyes behind my helmet. Jason is a great leader, but sometimes the Power makes him overconfident. I mean, we knew NOTHING about this guy, especially his fighting abilities. The mere fact that he possessed an evil Ranger probably meant he packed some serious power.

Donovan just smirked, not at all concerned about the angry Red Ranger closing in on him. This was not a good sign.

I found out why a second later, when a familiar flare of golden fire erupted between Jason and Donovan, followed quickly by white swirls.

Goldar and the Putty Patrol had arrived. Jason skidded to a halt.

"Took you long enough!" Donovan called to Goldar.

"The traffic was murder!" Goldar yelled back without turning his head. Well, those two certainly seemed friendly.

"Whatever. Just hold those Power Geeks off for two minutes!" He turned menacingly toward the still motionless Pink Ranger.

"With pleasure!" Goldar roared, leaping at Jason. Their swords met with a clang, and the grudge match was on again.

"Guys, stop Donovan!" Jason shouted, ducking as Goldar nearly decapitated him.

Easier said than done. The putties formed a wall between us and the new villain, and they seemed determined. I started my usual "smash the Z" routine, but I knew that it would take more than two minutes to get through them. I tried to see what Donovan was up to, but that's hard to do in the middle of a fight. I finally knocked away enough putties for a brief breather, and spied Donovan.

And stopped dead in my tracks.

Donovan held the Sword of Darkness.

I barely registered the pink energy flowing between the mysterious Ranger and the Sword before three Putties reminded me that freezing in the middle of a fight is a very bad idea. In an unusual display of teamwork, two Putties grabbed each of my arms while the third sucker-punched me in the stomach. I quickly snap-kicked that Puttie while flipping the other two. I focused on the battle, but that brief image still burned in my mind. What the hell was going on here!?

"Got it!" came Donovans triumphant voice. Goldar and the few Putties still on their feet immediately fell back to his position. I heard the other Rangers gasp, with a soft "Oh, man!" from Jason, as they spied the Sword Donovan held triumphantly in the air. It glowed with Pink Power.

"What about her?" Goldar growled, pointing to the now demorphed girl still lying on the ground.

Donovan grinned wickedly. "I'm going to do the worst thing I can think of," he pronounced. "I'm going to let her live."

As one, we charged at them, but Donovan just waved sarcastically and disappeared in blue flames much like Goldar's. Goldar and all the Putties quickly followed.

"Shit!" Jason stomped the ground in a rare display of temper.

I felt the same way, but I held it in by focusing on the mysterious (and apparently former) Ranger. I kneeled beside her and gently turned her over. She was about my size, with long, thick blond hair. She was indeed alive, but seemed unconscious. I looked up at the other Rangers as they gathered around. "We have to get her to the Command Center," I stated.

"But what if she's still evil?" Zack asked.

"We can handle her," Jason replied. "I have the sinking feeling she doesn't have the Power anymore."

Gently, Jason picked her up and cradled her in his arms. We all teleported back to the Command Center.