Chapter 1

Parisian Nights

A/N

Here is the second season of Power Rangers Mythical Force. For those that missed the first season, you might want to read that first before beginning this. Well, review. Xoxo.

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The City of Light sparkled like a diamond-encrusted crown, its streets alive with the vibrant energy of the New Year. The Eiffel Tower, a majestic iron giant, stood watch over the city, its peak shrouded in a misty veil.

The Mythic Rangers, still basking in the glow of their hard-won victory over Emperor Mordred, had decided to take a well-deserved break in the romantic city of Paris. For a few blissful weeks, they had left their worries about Hel and the looming threat of Ragnarok behind, immersing themselves in the city's rich culture, art, and cuisine.

On this crisp winter evening, Jason and Emily had slipped away from the rest of the team to indulge in some retail therapy. As they strolled hand-in-hand along the famous Champs-Élysées, the sound of laughter and music filled the air. The street was lined with elegant cafes, high-end boutiques, and glittering jewelry stores.

"I need to get Sofia a gift," Emily said, her eyes scanning the store windows. "Something quintessentially Parisian."

Jason chuckled. "You know Sofia loves anything sparkly. Why don't we check out that jewelry store over there?"

Emily's face lit up. "Perfect!"

As they entered the store, they were immediately enveloped in a world of luxury and sophistication. Glass cases sparkled with diamonds, rubies, and emeralds, while elegant sales associates offered them champagne and canapés.

Jason and Emily wandered through the store, admiring the exquisite pieces on display. Emily's eyes landed on a stunning silver necklace adorned with a delicate Eiffel Tower pendant.

"Jason, look at this!" she exclaimed. "It's perfect for Sofia!"

Jason smiled, taking the necklace from the sales associate. "I think you're right. Let's get it for her."

As they made their purchase and prepared to leave the store, Jason's phone buzzed with an incoming text from Robert.

"Hey, guys. Meet us at the Eiffel Tower at 8 pm. We have a surprise planned."

Jason showed the message to Emily, who raised an eyebrow.

"Any idea what the surprise is?" she asked.

Jason shrugged. "No clue. But with Robert involved, it's bound to be epic."

The two Rangers exchanged a excited glance, eager to join their friends and discover what the night had in store for them.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the City of Light, the six Mythic Rangers gathered on the top level of the Eiffel Tower. Robert, Mei, Sarah, and Sofia had teleported to the spot, careful to avoid detection by the crowds of tourists below. They had set up a romantic dinner for six, complete with fine china, candles, and a breathtaking view of the city.

As Jason and Emily arrived, they were greeted by the heavenly aroma of roasted duck and the sound of soft music. The six Rangers gathered around the table, taking in the stunning panorama before them.

"Wow, Robert, this is incredible!" Emily exclaimed. "How did you think of it?"

Robert's face turned a deep shade of crimson as he glanced at Sarah, who was smiling at him adoringly. "Uh, I just thought it would be a nice way to celebrate the New Year," he stammered.

The other Rangers immediately picked up on the subtle cues, and soon they were all teasing Robert and Sarah about their blossoming romance. Jason and Emily, however, managed to slip away unnoticed, making a beeline for a cozy love seat that Robert had thoughtfully set up in a quiet corner of the observation deck.

As the evening wore on, Mei gazed out at the glittering city lights, a wistful expression on her face. "You know, it's moments like these that make me wish Matt and Chris were here with us," she said, her voice tinged with sadness.

The mood around the table shifted instantly, as the Rangers' thoughts turned to their fallen comrades. They had lost Matt and Chris in the battle against Mordred the previous year, and the pain of their loss still lingered.

The group fell silent, each Ranger lost in their own thoughts and memories of their friends. The only sound was the soft clinking of silverware against plates, and the distant hum of the city below.

Jason's eyes locked onto Emily's, and he could see the understanding and compassion reflected back at him. "When we win the battle against Hel," he said, his voice filled with determination, "we need to distribute the ashes of Chris and Matt over the ocean, to let them go."

Mei nodded in agreement, a small smile on her face. "That's a beautiful idea, Jason. I think they would have liked that."

Jason then dropped a quick peck on Emily's lips and smiled at her adoringly. The other Rangers couldn't help but "awww" at the romantic gesture, and everyone laughed.

But the lighthearted moment was short-lived, as the atmosphere was broken by the shrill ring of their Morpher. Jason picked up the comms, and Moira's voice came through, asking the Rangers how their vacation was going.

As she and the Rangers continued talking, they couldn't help but notice that her voice was somehow tinged with worries.

"So, how's the vacation going?" Moira asked, her tone attempting to sound casual.

"It's been amazing, Moira," Jason replied. "We're having a great time exploring the city and enjoying each other's company."

"I'm glad to hear that," Moira said. "You all deserve a break after everything you've been through. But...I have to admit, I'm a bit concerned."

The Rangers exchanged a concerned glance. "What's wrong, Moira?" Emily asked, her voice tinged with worry.

There was a brief pause before Moira responded. "I've been sensing some...disturbances in the realms. It's possible that Hel is making her move sooner than we anticipated although Chiron is still investigating."

The Rangers' expressions turned serious, their minds racing with the implications. "What kind of disturbances?" Robert asked, his voice firm.

"I'm not entirely sure," Moira admitted. "But I think it's time for you all to return to the manor and prepare for battle. We can't afford to be caught off guard."

The Rangers nodded, their vacation mood dissipating rapidly. They knew that their duties as Mythic Rangers came first, and they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"We're on our way, Moira," Jason said, his voice firm. "We'll be back at the manor ASAP."

"Be careful, Rangers," Moira said, her voice filled with concern. "I have a feeling that this is going to be a tough battle."

As the Rangers packed up their belongings, they couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over them. Their time in Paris had been a much-needed respite from the constant battles and struggles they had faced as Mythic Rangers. They had laughed, loved, and lived in the moment, but now it was time to return to their duties.

"I'm going to miss this place," Emily said wistfully, gazing out at the Eiffel Tower.

"We'll come back," Jason promised, putting his arm around her. "But for now, we have a job to do."

The Rangers shared memories of their time in Paris, from the laughter and adventures to the quiet moments of introspection. They knew that they were returning to a world of danger and uncertainty, but they were ready to face whatever lay ahead.

As they stood together, united in their determination, they couldn't help but think of their fallen comrades, Christopher and Matthew. They had lost so much already, but they refused to let their memories be tainted by sorrow. Instead, they chose to honor their friends by continuing to fight for what was right.

Meanwhile, in the Underworld, Hel gathered her generals around her, their faces illuminated only by the flickering torches that lined the walls. The air was thick with the stench of death and decay, and the very ground seemed to tremble with malevolent energy.

"With the destruction of Emperor Mordred, you are now bound to obey me and only me," Hel declared, her voice dripping with malice. "And I promise you, I will not fail where Mordred did. I will crush the Mythic Rangers, and I will turn them to dust."

As she spoke, Hel revealed the Erebus Gauntlet, the very same artifact that Emperor Mordred had worn on the battlefield. The generals gasped in awe, their eyes fixed on the dark, twisted metal.

All of the generals gave their allegiance to Hel, pledging to serve her without question. All, that is, except General Khaos, whose eyes seemed to burn with a fierce inner fire.

"I will not swear allegiance to you, Hel," Khaos said, his voice low and menacing. "I will not be bound by your will. I am General Khaos, and I will not be tamed."

Hel's eyes narrowed, her face twisting with rage. "We will see about that, General," she spat. "You will learn to obey me, or you will suffer the consequences."

As General Khaos's words of defiance hung in the air, Hel's eyes flashed with fury. She raised her fist, and the Earth Stones embedded in the Erebus Gauntlet began to glow with an otherworldly energy. The air around General Khaos seemed to distort and ripple, as if reality itself was bending to Hel's will.

General Khaos's eyes widened in horror as he felt himself being lifted off the ground, suspended in mid-air by an unseen force. He struggled and kicked, but it was no use. The power that held him was too great, and he was at Hel's mercy.

The other generals watched in stunned silence as General Khaos's body began to contort and twist, his limbs elongating and merging with each other in ways that defied human anatomy. The air was filled with the sound of screams and tearing flesh, as General Khaos's body was slowly dismembered and reassembled into a grotesque parody of its former self.

Finally, with a burst of energy, General Khaos's body exploded in a shower of blood and gore, sending the other generals stumbling backward in shock.

Hel's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she surveyed the carnage. "Is there anyone else who would try to undermine my authority?" she asked, her voice dripping with malice.

The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the generals as they struggled to process what they had just witnessed. No one dared to speak, no one dared to move.

Hel's smile grew wider as she walked away from the carnage. "I didn't think so," she said, her voice dripping with triumph.

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