Power Rangers Ninjetti
Prologue
Prophecy of Phaedos
The Ninjetti Warriors were the strongest fighters in the entire galaxy, a powerful force of good, able to evoke fear into the hearts of evil with a simple evocation of their name, for unlike other agents of Light, they did not hold back against their enemies. Empowered by their animal spirits, their powers were not contingent on a power coin or a morpher. As long as they took breath, they remained connected to the Grid on a level no other warrior or mage could.
There was no one to oppose them, for they were the supreme powers of the Grid. The only being they answered to was their own High Priestess, Daphne of the planet Phaedos, the holder of the crane spirit.
Being chosen to be a Ninjetti was the greatest honour and they reveled in the fact that everyone else, both the forces of evil and the other factions of the Alliance of Light were wary of their immense powers.
Only the bravest, smartest and the most resilient could even hope to pass the various trials of the Neola Jungle and reach the Monolith, a portal to the Spirit World and the embodiment of the Great Consciousness… the Grid itself, where they are judged by the animal spirits, before they bestow great powers on them.
Failure in the trials meant inevitable death, either by the horrors of the Neola Jungle, the Gargoyles of the Monolith or the madness inflicted on them by the Grid themselves.
For many, the honour of being a Ninjetti was not worth losing their lives or sanity.
The Ninjetti grew too complacent of their position and did not even consider that there were forces that were plotting to dismantle them. Forces jealous of their powers, for they believed that the gifts of the Morphin Grid should be for all not just those who were foolhardy to enter the Trials and lucky enough to survive them.
An alliance between the forces of evil and the Eltarian Warriors culminated in a dastardly plan to destroy the planet Pheados, and the Monolith with it, which would release all the powers it hoards across the universe. After that, the Ninjetti would be easy pickings. Once they realize it is not possible to initiate more of their own, the surviving Ninjetti would soon fall in line with the Eltarian command.
Just before the attack happened, the Oracle of the Ninjetti, the holder of the Raven Spirit, Xylene of Xybria got a mysterious prophecy from the Grid.
With the Fall of Phaedos, comes the Darkest Age
The Specter would rise, the Witch would strike
The Sage lost in time would find the Coins of times long gone by,
Champions would arise, Traitors would be revealed
In a planet, a treasure-trove of magic and powers long lost
The Ninjetti would rise again
Worlds would live, worlds would die
A war between Dark and Light like never before
The Falcon and the Crane, their love would save the universe
On hearing the prophecy, Daphne smiled, linking arms with her beloved, Matthias of Muranthias, the master warrior and the holder of the falcon spirit. They turned towards the crib of their infant daughter dressed in a green robe, who cooed unaware of the calamity about to befall them.
"My dear child…" Daphne knelt to pick her daughter up in her arms, holding her close as she pressed a soft kiss on her forehead before passing her to her husband.
"Be brave, be kind… for you are the legacy of Phaedos and the future of our brethren." He whispered as he kissed the child's forehead like his wife had. The infant turned in his arms, and reached out with her tiny hands. Matthias extended his pinky finger, which the child grabbed promptly.
"It is time, my love." Daphne said somberly.
With a resolute sigh, he placed his daughter back in her crib, ignoring the child's cries.
"May the Spirits watch over you always." The high priestess blessed, raising her hands to the heavens, her body glowing in a pink aura that shot out like a tendril and wrapped around the crib.
"May the Great Power protect you…" Matthias joined in, green energies uniting with his wife's magic as they swirled around their child. They watched as runes were burnt into the ground around the crib.
Somehow, all technological and magical means of transport had been rendered ineffective, making escape from Phaedos inevitable. Even this was a gamble, for they had called on to the Great Spirits for aid.
They watched as the runes blazed and the crib vanished in a swirl of green magic, as the screech of the owl was heard clearly in the distance.
"She is safe." Daphne sighed.
"Thank the Great Power…" Matthias heaved a grateful sigh, looking up. The skies turned red, and the screams of terrors became louder. They looked down from their temple on the hills, to see the many younglings huddle against each other, the spectral projections of their animal spirits manifesting to give them some semblance of comfort. They saw the other warrior embrace their loved ones, clearly having realized there was no escape. Animal spirits hovered in the air, prepared to gently usher the souls of their champions to the afterlife.
Tears rolled down Daphne's cheeks, as she felt a sudden weight on her shoulders. She tilted her head to see a pink spectral crane perched on the helm of her pink gown.
She turned to Matthias, seeing the white falcon with some green, red and black plumes flutter around him. Even as the giant wave of destructive energies hurtled towards Phaedos, tearing through the forcefields and spirit attacks of the Ninjetti, they held hands, preparing for the end of their current lives, finding solace in the fact that they would meet again in their next lives.
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