Chapter 15.
Hogwarts
The Great Hall had been transformed into a shimmering winter wonderland for the Yule Ball. Icicles hung from the enchanted ceiling, glinting in the light of floating candles, while snowflakes drifted lazily above the crowd. Students, dressed in their finest robes, filled the space with laughter and chatter.
Hermione stood near one of the large frosted windows, her golden dress robes catching the glow of the fairy lights. She smiled as Viktor Krum returned with drinks for the two of them, though she couldn't help glancing at the grand entrance every few minutes.
"Expecting someone?" Viktor asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not exactly." Hermione replied with a small smile.
Nearby, Fleur Delacour was attracting attention from admirers as she glided across the hall, her silvery robes as dazzling as her presence. Yet her focus was sharp, scanning the crowd with a purposeful air. Eventually, her gaze landed on Hermione.
"Excusez-moi." Fleur said, stepping away from her admirers and approaching Hermione. "'Ermione."
Hermione turned, surprised. "Oh, Fleur. Hello."
"'Arry." Fleur said curtly, her French accent clipping the name. "'E was to meet me tonight. Do you know where 'e is?"
Hermione hesitated, the smile fading from her face. "Well, um, he —"
"Is 'e avoiding me?" Fleur interrupted, her tone sharp, though her expression remained composed. "I waited for him. I 'ave waited long enough."
"No!" Hermione said quickly, shaking her head. "It's not that at all." She fumbled for words, glancing toward Viktor, who seemed perplexed by the exchange. "He's just—busy."
Fleur's eyes narrowed. "Busy? Too busy to attend ze Ball?"
Hermione swallowed hard. "It's... complicated. I promise, Fleur, it's not what you think. Harry wouldn't stand you up on purpose."
Fleur folded her arms, her lips pursed. "So what is 'appening? Why is he not 'ere?"
Hermione faltered, knowing she couldn't tell Fleur the truth. "He had to take care of something really important. I'm sure he'll explain when he gets back."
Fleur's frosty demeanor didn't waver. "Perhaps I was wrong about 'im." She lifted her chin, her poise unshaken despite the sting in her voice.
Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but Fleur turned and swept away, her silvery robes billowing behind her as she returned to the dance floor.
The Command Center
The Command Center was in shambles. The walls were scorched, consoles shattered, and the once-reliable hum of energy was faint and faltering.
"It hasn't looked this bad since…" His thoughts trailed off, the memory cutting deep.
Since he had destroyed it. The guilt of that moment still lingered, even after all he had done to atone.
The other Power Rangers were waiting for him, their faces a mix of concern and relief.
"Harry, you saved us." Kimberly said, stepping forward and hugging him.
"It looks like we've lost more than our zords." Billy said, his voice breaking the silence. "We've lost our powers."
"Where did our powers come from in the first place?" Adam asked, searching for answers.
"Legend speaks of a lost temple beneath the Desert of Despair." Zordon's weakened voice echoed. "Its keeper, Ninjor, is said to have forged the original Power Coins."
Hope flickered in the Power Rangers' eyes.
Harry remained silent, his hand brushing the Dragon Coin in his pocket, wondering why his powers haven't been affected. He hd a theory, but it was one he dared not voice.
"We have a map," Alpha 5 said. "It came with the Power Coins."
"Then we have to find that temple." Rocky said. "It's our only chance."
The six prepared for their next journey, their determination unshaken. In a flash of light, they were teleported to the Desert of Despair, stepping into the unknown to face their greatest challenge yet.
"This teleportation grid isn't stable, Zordon." Alpha warned, his voice trembling. "If we push it, it might not recover!"
Zordon's ethereal face glowed faintly within his energy tube. His voice was steady but grave. "We have no choice, Alpha. The Rangers must make this journey. It is their only hope — and ours."
Alpha hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Initiating teleportation… Oh, I hope this works!"
The six Power Rangers stood in the middle of the Command Center, their uniforms torn and faces marked with exhaustion. As Alpha activated the grid, a surge of light enveloped them.
The Desert of Despair
The searing heat struck them like a physical force. The Desert of Despair stretched endlessly in all directions, its golden dunes shimmering like molten gold under a blazing sun. The sky was an unbroken expanse of blue, devoid of mercy.
"This place doesn't even look real." Kimberly said, shielding her eyes. "How are we supposed to find anything out here?"
"We start walking." Harry said firmly. He tightened his grip on the Dragon Dagger. "The map should lead us. Stay close, and don't lose sight of each other."
They trudged through the sands, each step an act of willpower. The dunes shifted beneath their feet, making progress agonizingly slow. Hours bled into an unrecognizable blur, the sun unmoving in the sky. Time itself seemed distorted, as if the desert was a living entity determined to break their spirits.
The first trial came suddenly.
The ground beneath their feet rippled like water, and monstrous sand serpents erupted from the dunes, their gleaming scales reflecting the sunlight.
"Get ready!" Harry shouted, raising his Dragon Dagger.
The creatures lunged, their fanged maws snapping inches from the Rangers. Aisha dodged to the side, rolling through the sand. Billy grabbed a broken shard of rock, using it to deflect an attack. Harry led the charge, his blade slashing through the air.
Despite their efforts, the battle took a toll. Exhaustion weighed heavily on them, and in the chaos, the ancient map was torn from Billy's hands.
"The map!" Billy cried out, scrambling after it.
A fierce gust of wind caught the fragile parchment, sending it spiraling into the distance. The Rangers could only watch helplessly as it disappeared over the dunes.
The second trial was more insidious. As they pressed on, strange whispers filled the air, each voice targeting their deepest insecurities.
Kimberly heard her own voice mocking her, calling her weak and selfish. She faltered, gripping her head as the words echoed in her mind.
Rocky saw visions of himself failing the team, his friends turning their backs on him.
Aisha faced a phantom version of herself, berating her for not being strong enough.
Billy heard laughter, cruel and biting, reminding him of the times he felt out of place.
Adam was frozen as a monstrous frog loomed over him, its voice dripping with disdain.
Harry stood apart, confronted by a nightmarish vision of the Command Center in ruins. In the smoke and debris, Zordon's voice echoed cruelly, accusing him, "You will fail them."
"No," Harry muttered, clenching his fists. The image loomed closer, but he shouted, "I won't fail them!"
The force of his determination shattered the illusion, breaking the others free as well. Together, they pushed forward.
The Temple of Power
When the dunes finally gave way to jagged cliffs, the sight of the temple was a relief and a marvel. Its towering walls were etched with intricate carvings that seemed to glow faintly in the twilight.
"This has to be it." Adam said, his voice hoarse from thirst.
The Power Rangers pushed open the heavy stone doors, stepping into the cool shadows of the ancient sanctuary. The air inside was thick with the scent of dust and stone, and the faint hum of dormant energy seemed to vibrate through their very bones.
In the center of the vast inner sanctum sat a large, unassuming vase. The silence was broken by a booming voice.
"Who dares disturb this sacred place?"
"We're looking for Ninjor," Adam called out.
"Never heard of him." the voice replied curtly.
Billy tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. The voice wasn't coming from the walls—it was coming from the vase.
He knelt, peering inside. "Why don't you come out of your hiding spot and tell us where we can find Ninjor?"
With a flash of light, a blue-armored figure materialized before them, arms crossed.
"I am the great Ninjor!" he declared dramatically.
Kimberly stared, unimpressed. "That little twerp is the great Ninjor?"
"What a rude little girl you are!" Ninjor shot back, crossing his arms. Kimberly scowled, but Harry quickly stepped forward.
"Ninjor, please." Harry said earnestly. "Our leader, Zordon, sent us here. Our Power Coins and Zords were destroyed in our last battle with Lord Zedd. We need your help."
Ninjor seemed unimpressed, turning his back on them. "Not my problem," he said.
The Power Rangers exchanged glances, disheartened. They began to turn away when Ninjor's voice rang out again.
"Wait a minute… your hearts speak with truth." He turned back to them, his tone softer. "You have convinced me. You do not seek this power out of greed."
Ninjor instructed them to form a circle, linking arms as he began to chant,
"Older than time itself, Man has always known the calling. Light of the light, strength of the soul, ignite this eternal power inside of me. I am Ninja! I am pure of heart, body, mind, and spirit. Join with me now as I become one with the Power of Ninja!"
Energy poured from Ninjor into the five Power Rangers, engulfing them in radiant light. When the glow subsided, they found themselves clad in sleek ninja robes, their spirits renewed.
"Your journey is complete." Ninjor said. "Open your eyes and claim your destiny!"
As the others reveled in their new forms, Ninjor's gaze fell on Harry. His expression turned serious as he approached.
"Your Power Coin…" Ninjor said slowly, his tone laden with recognition. "It is the Dragon Coin, the one stolen from me by Rita Repulsa over 10,000 years ago."
The room fell silent as the other Power Rangers turned to look at Harry.
"Rita gave it to me when…" Harry said quietly. "When I was her champion. But I swear, I've used it for good ever since."
Ninjor studied him for a long moment before nodding. "It seems this coin has found a worthy bearer after all. I would be proud to see it wielded by someone of your courage and resolve."
Harry's chest tightened, a mixture of relief and pride flooding through him.
Ninjor led them to the courtyard, where five gleaming Zords awaited.
"From before where your power came from the strength of the dinosaur, now it comes from the swift, intelligent, and cunning of the ninja!" Ninjor announced, gesturing to each Zord in turn.
He bestowed each Ranger with their new Zord, his words ringing with purpose and ceremony.
With a final wave, Ninjor sent them back to Angel Grove, their spirits renewed, their powers restored, and their determination unshakable.
Angel Grove
The city of Angel Grove trembled as chaos reigned once again. Towering above the devastation stood the five monstrous behemoths, the grotesque Octophantom, its writhing tentacles crackling with dark energy, the metallic Lizzinator, whose steely hide gleamed under the harsh sunlight, the chitinous Stag Beetle, its razor-sharp mandibles clashing with an ominous rhythm, the skeletal nightmare Fighting Flea, whose hollow eyes burned with malevolent intent, and at the center of it all, the massive form of Rito Revolto, his bone-like armor glowing faintly with an otherworldly aura.
Buildings crumbled under the weight of their assault, and terrified citizens fled in every direction.
"Angel Grove is ours!" Rito bellowed, his voice echoing like thunder. He swung his colossal sword, cleaving through a row of abandoned skyscrapers. "Where are your precious Rangers now?"
As if in answer, the sky erupted in flashes of brilliant light. The Power Rangers appeared atop a nearby ridge, their new ninja robes flowing in the wind, their expressions steely with determination.
"Let's show them what your new powers can do!" the Green Ranger commanded, raising his Dragon Dagger.
The Power Rangers leapt into action, their movements fluid and precise as they called upon their new Ninja Zords.
The air shimmered with energy as the five Ninja Zords roared to life.
The Ape Ninjazord leapt forward, its powerful arms flexing as it pounded the earth, sending shockwaves rippling through the ground.
The Bear Ninjazord lumbered into position, its massive frame exuding raw strength as it let out a ferocious roar.
The Wolf Ninjazord darted with uncanny speed, its sleek form a blur of motion.
The Crane Ninjazord soared gracefully through the air, its wings slicing through the wind with deadly precision.
The Frog Ninjazord hopped into place, its wide eyes gleaming with quiet wisdom as it unleashed a spray of energy from its powerful legs.
"Let's bring them together!" the Red Ranger shouted.
The Zords moved in perfect synchronization, merging into a towering humanoid form. The Ninja Megazord emerged, its polished armor gleaming under the sunlight. Its stance radiated both grace and power, and its glowing eyes locked onto the monstrous invaders.
"Ready for action!" the Pink Ranger called out from the cockpit.
The Green Ranger stepped forward, raising the Dragon Dagger to his lips. The haunting melody echoed across the battlefield, and moments later, the ocean roared to life. The Dragonzord burst forth from the waves, its green and gold armor battered but unyielding. Its red eyes glowed fiercely as it stomped onto the shore, ready to fight despite its earlier wounds.
"I know you're hurt, but I need your help." the Green Ranger whispered. The Dragonzord let out a defiant roar in response.
The five monsters advanced as one, their massive forms shaking the ground with every step.
Octophantom lashed out with its glowing tentacles, attempting to ensnare the Ninja Megazord. But the Crane Zord's agility allowed the Ninja Megazord to evade the attack. The Ninja Megazord countered with a spinning slash from its dual katana blades, severing the tentacles in a burst of energy. Octophantom howled in rage and pain.
Lizzinator charged forward, its metallic frame clashing with the Ninja Megazord in a battle of raw strength. Sparks flew as the two titans grappled, but the Bear Zord's immense power allowed the Ninja Megazord to lift Lizzinator off its feet and slam it into the ground.
The Dragonzord, meanwhile, took on Stag Beetle, using its tail drill to parry the monster's snapping mandibles. Stag Beetle launched a barrage of energy blasts, but the Dragonzord responded with a missile salvo, striking the Beetle squarely and sending it reeling.
Fighting Flea launched a relentless energy barrage, targeting both the Ninja Megazord and the Dragonzord. The Ninja Megazord activated its energy shield, absorbing the attack, while the Frog Zord launched a powerful energy cannon blast, striking Fighting Flea directly and staggering the monster.
The Power Rangers fought with synchronized precision, each attack more devastating than the last.
"Time to end this!" the Yellow Ranger shouted.
The Ninja Megazord unleashed its Mega Beam Strike, a concentrated blast of energy that struck Octophantom dead center. The grotesque monster screeched as it was engulfed in a massive explosion, obliterated in a fiery burst.
"Let's take them down one by one!" the Black Ranger called out.
The Ninja Megazord turned its focus to Lizzinator. Using the Ape Zord's raw power, it delivered a series of devastating punches, followed by a sword slash that pierced the monster's metallic hide. Lizzinator let out a final roar before collapsing in a fiery explosion.
The Dragonzord roared in defiance as it spun its tail drill, piercing straight through Stag Beetle's armored exoskeleton. The monster convulsed before detonating in a massive fireball.
That left Fighting Flea. The Ninja Megazord leapt into the air, its katana blades glowing with energy. With a cross-slash motion, the blades carved through Fighting Flea's skeletal frame. The monster shrieked as its body disintegrated into ash.
Rito Revolto stood amidst the smoldering wreckage of his fallen comrades, his skeletal face contorted in fury. "You think this is over? You've just delayed the inevitable!" he roared.
Rito raised his sword, preparing to attack, but the Ninja Megazord and Dragonzord stood side by side, their combined presence an unshakable wall of defiance. Realizing he was outmatched, Rito snarled. "You'll regret this, Rangers!"
With a swirl of dark energy, Rito vanished, retreating to fight another day.
As the battlefield grew quiet, the Power Rangers stood victorious. The Ninja Megazord and Dragonzord powered down, their forms retreating to the safety of their resting places.
The Rangers looked out over the city, their expressions a mix of relief and determination.
"Angel Grove is safe, for now," Rocky said, his voice resolute.
Harry glanced at his Dragon Coin, his mind briefly returning to Ninjor's words. "For now." he echoed softly, knowing the battles ahead would only grow more challenging.
But for today, they had won. And as the sun set over Angel Grove, the Power Rangers stood tall, ready for whatever came next.
Hogwarts
The castle stood still and silent under the blanket of night, its ancient walls glowing faintly in the moonlight. Harry trudged through the snow-dusted grounds, his body aching from the battle. The adrenaline that had fueled him earlier was now replaced by bone-deep exhaustion. He glanced at the towering silhouette of the castle and felt an unfamiliar heaviness settle over him.
When he finally pushed open the massive oak doors, the warmth of the Great Hall washed over him, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. The once-lively Yule Ball had long since ended. The enchanted snowflakes that had swirled so joyfully now drifted with a melancholy slowness. Most of the students were gone, save for a few stragglers cleaning up and chatting quietly.
Harry scanned the room and spotted Hermione sitting near the punch bowl. Her hands were wrapped around a cup of something warm, and her brow was furrowed in deep thought.
"Hermione," Harry rasped, his voice hoarse from hours of shouting commands and the cold air.
She looked up sharply, relief mingling with exasperation in her expression. "Harry! Where have you been? You missed the entire ball! Fleur —"
Harry didn't let her finish. "Where's Fleur?" Harry asked, his voice hoarse.
Hermione hesitated, her expression a mix of sympathy and exasperation. "She was waiting for you, Harry. For hours. I tried to tell her you — well, that you had an emergency, but..."
Harry felt a pang of guilt. "She must be furious."
Hermione nodded. "She went back to the Beauxbatons carriage. But, Harry, she's... she was really upset. You should talk to her, but I don't think she'll be in the mood to listen."
Harry nodded slowly. "Thanks, Hermione."
"Harry." she said softly, reaching out to touch his arm as he turned to leave. "Whatever it is you had to do... I hope it was worth it."
He didn't answer. He wasn't sure if it was.
Hogwarts
The Beauxbatons carriage stood gleaming in the moonlight, its ethereal beauty marred only by the icy dread in Harry's heart. Each step toward the carriage felt heavier than the last. When he finally reached the ornate door, he hesitated, his hand hovering over the polished surface.
He knocked twice. The sound echoed in the quiet night.
Moments passed, and Harry considered walking away. But then the door swung open, revealing Fleur. She stood in the doorway, her silvery hair cascading over her shoulders like moonlight. Her face, usually so radiant, was a mask of icy fury.
"Fleur." Harry began, his voice cracking.
"Non." she snapped, cutting him off. Her French accent, usually lilting and soft, was sharp with anger. "Do not waste your words, 'Arry Potter. I waited for you. I made excuses for you. And yet, you did not come."
"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I didn't mean to —"
"Didn't mean to?" she interrupted, her voice rising. "You made a fool of me, 'Arry! Do you know what it feels like to stand alone while everyone whispers and stares? To be pitied?"
Harry flinched. He had no defense. "I didn't want to stand you up, Fleur. I swear. But I had no choice."
"No choice?" she echoed, her voice dripping with disdain. "You 'ad no choice but to break your promise? To leave me looking like a fool?"
"I had to." Harry said, his voice growing firmer. "It's not something I can explain, Fleur, but it's something I had to do. It doesn't mean I didn't want to be there."
Fleur's piercing blue eyes bore into his, searching for the truth. "Zese... zese things." she said slowly, her voice trembling with emotion, "are more important than your promises?"
Harry hesitated. "Yes." he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, Fleur looked as though she might slam the door in his face. But instead, she stepped back, her expression shifting from anger to something colder — disappointment.
"You are a strange boy, 'Arry Potter." she said softly, her voice cutting in its quietness. "I do not understand you. And I do not think I want to."
Without another word, she closed the door, leaving Harry standing in the cold.
Hogwarts
The common room was nearly empty when Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower. The fire had burned low, casting flickering shadows across the walls. He had hoped to collapse into bed and forget the disastrous night, but as he stepped inside, he saw Hermione waiting for him.
"Hermione?" he asked, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
She looked up from her spot by the fire, her expression unreadable. "I've been waiting for you." she said quietly.
Harry frowned, walking over to sit across from her. "What's wrong?"
Hermione hesitated, her fingers twisting in her lap. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm but firm. "I know."
Harry blinked, confused. "Know what?"
"I know that you're a Power Ranger." she said simply, her gaze steady.
He stared at her, his mind racing. "Hermione, I —"
"Don't bother denying it." she interrupted. "I overheard you and Dumbledore talking about it this summer at the Burrow. "
Harry leaned back, his heart pounding. "Hermione —"
"I don't understand why you didn't tell me." she admitted, her voice rising. "Why you thought you had to go through all of this alone."
Harry looked down at his hands. "I didn't want to put you in danger."
"You think I'm not already in danger?" she shot back, her eyes blazing. "Harry, I've been your friend for years. Did you really think I couldn't handle this?"
Harry sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "It's not about what you can handle, Hermione. It's about what I can handle."
Hermione's expression softened, but her voice remained firm. "Harry, you're not alone. You don't have to carry this burden by yourself. Let me help."
For a long moment, they sat in silence, the only sound the crackling of the fire. Finally, Harry nodded, a small but significant gesture.
"Okay." he said quietly.
And for the first time in a long while, Harry began to let someone else in.
Hogwarts
The days following the Yule Ball were a haze of tension and regret for Harry. Fleur's icy demeanor was bad enough, her sharp gaze cutting through him like shards of glass whenever their paths crossed. But it was the way her younger sister, Gabrielle, avoided him entirely — refusing to meet his eyes in the Great Hall or offering even the faintest smile — that twisted the knife further.
Hermione, ever the logical one, tried to make sense of his revelation. Her concern had been genuine, but her disbelief lingered like a shadow. Harry had explained what he could about being a Power Ranger, skimming over the darkest truths of how it had come to be. He couldn't bear the thought of Hermione looking at him the way others had — with fear or mistrust.
His reprieve came in the form of Kimberly's familiar voice crackling through his communicator late one evening.
"Harry." she said, her tone bright yet tinged with exhaustion. "We're having a picnic at the beach tomorrow. Everyone's coming. You should too."
Harry hesitated. "I don't know, Kimberly. I've got —"
"No excuses!" she interrupted. "You need this. We all do. Promise me you'll come?"
After a long pause, Harry sighed. "Alright. I'll be there."
Angel Grove
The sun blazed high in a cloudless sky the next day, its warmth a welcome contrast to the chill that had settled over Harry's life. The sound of crashing waves and the distant laughter of beachgoers greeted him as he made his way toward the group.
Kimberly spotted him first, waving from her towel with an exuberant grin. "Harry! Over here!"
The others were sprawled across a patch of sand, snacks and drinks scattered among them. Rocky and Adam were engaged in a competitive game of Frisbee, with Aisha acting as referee, shouting exaggerated critiques. Billy sat under the shade of a beach umbrella, tinkering with a small device that buzzed faintly in his hands.
"About time you showed up." Rocky called, catching the Frisbee one-handed before tossing it to Adam. "We were starting to think you were going to bail."
Harry chuckled, kicking off his shoes and sinking into the warm sand. "Wouldn't miss it. Looks like you've got quite the operation going here."
"We take beach days very seriously." Aisha quipped, hands on her hips. "Some of us actually plan for fun, you know."
Kimberly rolled her eyes playfully from her towel. "Ignore her. She's just mad because I beat her at beach volleyball earlier."
"You did not beat me!" Aisha protested, pointing an accusatory finger. "The wind was working against me!"
"Sure, blame the wind." Kimberly grinned, tossing a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
As Harry settled down beside them, he noticed a tall figure standing a little apart from the group, his lean frame casting a long shadow over the sand. He had sharp green eyes and an easy confidence that made him seem instantly approachable. This, Harry realized, must be Tommy Oliver — Kimberly's boyfriend and the new transfer to Angel Grove.
Tommy turned, his gaze locking onto Harry. He extended a hand. "You must be Harry. Kimberly's told me a lot about you."
"All good, I hope." Harry said, shaking his hand firmly.
"Only good things." Tommy replied, flashing a grin. "It's great to finally meet you."
The group quickly settled into a rhythm, their easy camaraderie filling the air with laughter. Rocky entertained them with exaggerated tales of his recent sparring matches, prompting groans from Adam.
"That's not how it happened." Adam interrupted, his tone deadpan. "You tripped over your own feet and blamed it on the mat."
"Details, details." Rocky retorted, waving him off. "The point is, I won."
Kimberly laughed, shaking her head. "He's never going to let that one go."
Harry found himself smiling despite everything. For the first time in what felt like ages, the weight on his chest seemed lighter.
As the group prepared to head for the water, the air suddenly shifted. A chilling squawk rang out, cutting through the warm, sunny atmosphere like a knife. Dark shadows swooped down from the sky, their wings beating with ominous intent.
"Tenga Warriors." Kimberly muttered, leaping to her feet.
The beachgoers scattered, screaming, as the grotesque bird-like creatures landed in the sand, their sharp talons gleaming.
"We can't morph." Billy said quickly, glancing at Tommy. "Not with him here."
Harry nodded, his gaze narrowing. "Then we fight without it."
The group sprang into action. Harry ducked beneath a Tenga's swipe, driving his shoulder into its chest and sending it sprawling. Nearby, Aisha vaulted over another attacker, delivering a sharp kick that sent it reeling into the surf.
Tommy joined the fray without hesitation, his martial arts skills evident in every precise move. He swept a Tenga's legs out from under it, then followed up with a powerful strike to its chest.
"Nice moves." Rocky called, throwing a punch at another creature. "Guess Kim wasn't exaggerating about you!"
"Thanks." Tommy replied, ducking a clawed swipe. "But what the hell are these things?"
"Long story!" Aisha shouted, dodging another attack.
The battle turned grim when Kimberly staggered, clutching her head as if an invisible weight bore down on her. Her movements slowed, and a Tenga lunged at her.
"Kim!" Aisha yelled, racing toward her.
Just as Kimberly began to collapse, Aisha transformed in a flash of yellow light, catching her mid-fall.
Tommy froze, staring at Aisha in disbelief. "You're... a Power Ranger?"
The other Power Rangers exchanged quick glances, their secret now fully exposed. Without hesitation, they morphed as well, the beach lighting up with bursts of color.
"We are." Harry said firmly, stepping forward in his Green Ranger suit. "And we need to get Kimberly help. You're welcome to come with us, Tommy, but there's no time to explain."
Tommy hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "I'm coming."
The remaining Tengas, sensing their disadvantage, retreated into the sky. The beach fell silent, save for the sound of waves crashing against the shore.
As the group teleported away, Harry couldn't help but glance at Tommy. His expression was a mix of awe, confusion, and determination. Harry only hoped that whatever came next, they'd all be ready.