Epilogue
Two days of continuous battle.
The "war" is over.
Thanks to the Power Rangers.
And now when the world is on the brink of an international treaty, the rangers are silent.
Alone and together at the same time, they stand close, staring at the sun as it sets.
Each one knowing what must be said, but they do not speak.
The sense of urgency is at a pause.
Five rangers reflect while this hemisphere begins to see its night.
It's first night in an ever changing world.
This day marks a turning point for mankind.
The rangers have been in a constant battle for days.
They have each been through personal revolutions of their own.
At this moment, now, they share the same emotions.
A common vibe is among them.
Yet they do not speak.
For they don't have to.
They are one.
Rebuilding will come.
Political revolution will come.
An armistice has been agreed upon.
But this world, Earth, the human race, they have not changed, not yet.
They are only going through the motions.
They act as if they want peace, as if they all have been enlightened, but it is pretense.
Zordon, the rangers, they know of this.
"Tis their nature."
And now as one unit of elite warriors; protectors of the values that have long been forgotten.
They know what must be done.
The world will change.
The Power Rangers will be it's catalyst.
It has just begun.