Disclaimer: Characters you don't recognize belong to me. Thanks so much. RW/YST and anything belonging to that universe belongs to Bandai.

Notes: I will be using a mixture of Japanese and English names and terms. The translations will be at the end of the chapter along with a profile for each of the new characters.

This story will take place in the current year: 2018. The use of cellphones and laptops and all the other nifty technological advances is something I would like to write with. This story starts in July of 2018. Ryo and most of the others will be 19 or 20. The Guardians will be 18 or 19 with the exception of Mia who is already in her twenties.

This reboot has been over 10 years in the making. I have dedicated my entire fanfiction life to this reboot. I hope you all enjoy it.


Prologue


There was a big flash of light that exploded into blackness. Out of that explosion, the sparkles of light that remained formed a circle. Thus, the galaxy was born…

…OR NOT!

You don't know me, but I know you. I've watched you grow your entire life. From the time you were a mere twinkle in your parent's eyes to the day your spirit left this world and went into the Universal Soul Mirror to be reborn.

My name is The Balance. Who I was is irrelevant. My name is irrelevant. All you need to know is I am very old. Exceptional ancient, actually. I've been around for longer than your galaxy has been around. Matter of fact, your galaxy is the youngest of all in the universe.

Or maybe it's that time is perceived differently in other parts where I'm from. One will never know.

My job is to ensure the forces of good and evil. Not too much on one side or the other. Balanced, so to say.

See the pun there?

Yes, Yes. I know. Get on with it. Being alive for eons has given me a sense of humor most can't understand.

I was given this task when I was barely an adult. I gave up my mortal life and sentiments to be this way. I had a wife and children. Once I took the mantle, I watched my wife grow old and wither away. My children and my children's children and their children continued my bloodline, but I was never able to be a part of their life. My name disappeared from my world until all there was left were stories and legends.

As for you, I've watched life on this planet grow and evolve. I never felt the need to get involved until a parallel universe – The Dynasty – was given a new emperor and lost the purpose of their goal. Talpa's ambition and arrogance got the best of him and all he wanted to do was rule and destroy everything.

The Ancient One was given the task of defeating him. When the old man did so, I told him to split that nasty armor of Talpa's into nine separate armors blessed with a guiding virtue. Five were ruled by Earthly elements; four by Earthly seasons. Each had a purpose and together could come to form a white armor more powerful than you could imagine. The brilliance gave everyone who looked upon it hope for a new day.

However, with light comes darkness. A natural balance. The yin and yang of life. Thus, the black armor was created. Those two catastrophes weren't bound by virtue. They were driven by power and war alone. I had them separated so they would never meet again.

But it would eventually happen. I know I won't be able to stop their meeting.

Back to those nine armors.

The bearers of those armors won't come for a long, long time, but I have seen them. Nine warriors driven by the scars and horrors of their past, but who have warrior's spirits that are unmatched.

I was ready to leave the Earth for good until I had this terrible vision. I don't like bad stuff. I like to keep things all cool and smooth.

After the Ancient One separated the armors, I took a piece from each and created counterparts for them. Maybe that isn't the right word. Guardians is probably more appropriate. Armor creation wasn't that big of a deal to me. It was a common art from the world I'm from.

That is the moment the big, mind boggling visions came.

Tons and tons of fighting. I mean, shit loads. You wouldn't believe the things I saw. It would all be because of me. The only positive thing I saw were the eighteen bearers of these armors coming together to defend the inhabitants of Earth.

They would be separated for a long time. All of them coming from different times and eras.

The original bearers of the seasonal armors would come from a feudal era in the future. The female counterparts would be found even later than they and each of them women would come from countries different than their male colleagues.

The seasonal armor bearers would be the most unique of them all.

There will be one girl who will be driven by her faith and unfortunate events that happen to a family member. Two that are related that hold family and justice above all else. One girl who will be tormented, but would give up part of her body to save another. One male who will be so well versed with a sword and grace in his heart that wouldn't reveal someone who dishonored himself. Another male who will trust the sea and the life within. Two counterparts that will be driven by their knowledge and not know when to stop digging.

The last two will be born from the same womb. Siblings. I saw two paths for them. One in which they would live together happily without knowing anything about armors or battles. The other, however, was a life of pain and separation. They would be born and bred of fire. Their past would mold who they are, but leave scars deep on their souls that will make them question who they are.

More importantly, one of them will save me and the burden I carry. I do not know which of the fire born will do it, but one will.

Remember that? Good! It will be the job of you and your clan to protect the armors. Some of you will die doing so, but remember that it is for the greater good and salvation of this world. If evil comes in, then life on this planet as you know it will be gone.


"Do you all understand?"

"Yes, Lord Balance."

"Then off you tiny tots go to learn more things to help you be stronger."

The group of a dozen or so children left the hut.

The man known as The Balance pushed aside the woven tapestry to walk into the cool night. A man in a straw hat and staff adorned with a golden piece atop of it approached him.

"Are you finished?"

"Yeah, they know," the Balance patted the other on the shoulder. "Chill out, old man."

"You are older than I."

"But I carry it so much better," the Balance examined his nails. He looked off into the distance before clearing his throat. "I will depart now. It was good to see you again. You won't see me again in your lifetime, but know that you will accomplish many great things."

The Ancient One nodded his head in acknowledgment of the statement. As The Balance walked away, he stopped and moved his head.

"That girl. The one with the purple hair who said her name was Kayura. She will have a destiny different from any member of your clan. You mustn't interfere with it."

With that, he disappeared. Where he went he wasn't for sure. He did know that he wouldn't visit the Earth again for close to a thousand years.