The Dragon and the Eagle

Part Two

Brave man that he was, Zale shivered with dread. Countless gray creatures marched through Gateway City, some wielding daggers and clubs that seemed to protrude from their very hands, others carrying torches and setting houses aflame at random.

"Gods forbid," he rasped, "...not again."

His heart stung at the madness that had overtaken the quiet city during his fishing trip. After their sailing boat capsized, it took the athletic swimmer a great deal of time to both orient himself, find his sunken father, and wade back to the distant shore.

The insanity was sickening.

Swallowing a desperate breath, Zale turned to his father, who lay utterly motionless on the sand beside him. Blood matted his thinning hair, gushing from a hidden wound and painting the sand, his skin, and clothing an angry crimson.

The... the boat must have hit his head! Zale realized, his heart sinking. His muscles ached, but he managed to heave Ich'ni's body onto his back.

"Kazu, you're hurt."

The trained hunter ignored the soft-spoken observation, and continued staring out the window of the small wooden hut.

His brow folded at the rampaging creatures that continued running passed his view.

"There's no honor in leaving your wounds untreated. Now please... this ointment will stop the bleeding, and numb the pain..."

"Just treat Sener, Linis," Kazu grunted, his intimidating gaze falling upon the pale blonde boy beside him, "He needs your expertise far more than I."

Young Linis, healer by trade, smirked at Kazu's surprising interest in the wounded musician. "Sener is in excellent hands. My sister has already stopped the bleeding, and is preparing an elixir to restore his strength."

He then lifted a small slab of granite, with a chalky white paste gathered in a pile on top. Rather than speak, Kazu merely reached out his wounded arms to the healer, his gaze returning to the window.

Smiling at his small victory in the art of persuasion, Linis quickly applied the paste to the gashes that covered Kazu's mighty limbs, and then treated the cuts on his chest and face, cautiously moving so as not to obstruct Kazu's view through the window.

Suddenly, the sound of the door bursting open brought all conscious eyes to the entrance.

"Please," Zale whispered, leaning upon the wall, "my father..."

Kazu bounded towards Zale, closely followed by both healers. Kazu lifted the unconscious man easily, alleviating Zale of the physical burden. Linis followed Kazu, directing him to an open cot near the wall, while Cherise examined Zale. She pulled his arm over her shoulder, and assisted him to a chair near the perch where Kazu had chosen to watch the invasion.

"Are you hurt?" she inquired.

Zale didn't react.

Cherise sighed quietly, touching her fingers to his chin and lifting his gaze to meet her own. "Hello?"

"I'm... fine," Zale breathed, leaning back in his seat, "Just tired."

"Then rest," she advised, "and be assured that we will do everything in our power to save your father."

She then left his side, and hurried to Linis, who was carefully dabbing a moistened cloth over a bloody head wound.

"What is his condition?"

Linis frowned. "He's bleeding severely."

"We both fell into the sea when a flying vessel rocked the ocean," Zale explained. "He must have struck his head against the boat when we tipped over."

Linis nodded grimly, turning to Cherise. "Get me the dangar root. We must mend the flesh immediately."

The eldest of the siblings nodded, and vanished into another room.

Zale rose from his seat and turned to the window, staring in silent horror as the alien troops continued their rampage. He then noticed the stoic figure standing beside him.

"You are Kazu, aren't you?" Zale noted with interest, "The hunter that slew the Great Bear several months ago."

Kazu nodded once again.

"You're a hero," Zale continued, "The bear had nearly killed several children playing in the woods. The entire city owes you its gratitude."

"I did not kill to be a hero," Kazu grunted, "I used my skill in a worthy capacity. That is all."

Zale gazed at the hunter in bewilderment. His odd behavior was almost as legendary as his feats.

Rather than continue the conversation, Zale observed the streaks of cream that covered much of Kazu's arms, chest, and face. "How were you injured?"

"Sener and I encountered the alien army in the forest."

Zale turned from the imposing hunter to the dark-skinned young man that lay asleep on the cot. "Is that Sener?"

Kazu nodded again.

"How badly is he hurt?"

"Not so badly that Cherise and Linis cannot heal him. Their talents are unequaled."

Zale cast a hopeful glance toward his father and Linis. The moment he took a step in their direction, Kazu's firm grasp enclosed his arm. Startled, Zale turned back to the hunter.

"Look," Kazu ordered.

Surprised, Zale looked out the window once again. He openly gawked at the two armored beings that valiantly fought the army.

"Power Rangers?" he whispered incredulously. Despite the grim state of his father and city, a wide smile lit Zale's face. "Then there is hope! The Power Rangers will save us, just as they did our forefathers!"

Kazu's face failed to reflect the same enthusiasm. "There are only two Power Rangers present now," he pointed out, "There should be seven."

"So?"

"Do you really think two Power Rangers can defeat an entire army?"

Grimly, Zale turned back to the window, noticing how many gray soldiers tackled the Power Rangers. Even though the Rangers seemed to destroy the creatures with just three or four kicks or punches, the sea of villainy seemed unfathomable.

"Then... they need our help," he finally decided.

For the first time since Zale laid eyes on him, Kazu exhibited some emotion. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Our help?" he repeated.

Zale nodded, a smirk pulling his lips. "Why not? Are you not up to the challenge?"

Kazu responded with a similar smirk. "I am always up to a challenge, Zale."

With that, the two men raced out of the healing hut.

"So, how many do you count?"

The Green Ranger frowned thoughtfully beneath his helmet, ducking the incoming punch of a Putty Patroller. He followed up with a powerful jab to the Putty's midsection, causing the creature to crumble into dust.

"I'd say... twenty-six."

The Purple Ranger nodded, leaping into the air to evade the half a dozen Putties that had attempted to surround her. Once she reached the peak of her jump, carrying her three yards from the ground, her golden ankle wings began to beat against the air. She hovered above, her right hand forming a fist.

"Eagleheart Pulse!" she shouted. Fiery purple energy flared around her fist, gathering from her entire body. When she opened her hand, the black eagle symbol flashed purple. Pulsing energy collected into a sphere within her palm, sparking with electrical flashes and swirling like a planet.

With a mighty thrust of her arm, she sent the energy orb into the Putties hovering beneath her. Upon impact, a blinding purple explosion obliterated the soldiers.

"That's thirty-two for me," she breathed, lowering to the ground. The moment she landed, she delivered a fierce snap-kick to an oncoming Putty, sending it flying backward. She balanced herself between both legs, and waited as the Putty returned. After several more jabs, the Putty finally crumbled to her superior might.

"Thirty-three," she called to her partner. "But there're still so many..."

The Green Ranger back-flipped away from a head-on confrontation with three Putties. He reached into his gold belt, and pulled a short dagger.

"Let's see how you like the taste of a Dragon's tooth," he muttered, savagely rushing the Putties. In a flurry of kicks, combined with unerring slashes, the Putties crumbled.

Erol looked up quickly to evaluate the situation. While over fifty of the alien patrollers were destroyed, there seemed to be no end to their number. Even with the additional power of the Morphin' Grid, they were still at a great disadvantage.

Also, to the new Green Ranger's surprise, the leader of the army had failed to make an appearance. Just where was the golden-armored creature he had seen through the Viewing Globe?

He had little time to ponder it, for just then he noticed two individuals running toward him. Both were men, clearly endowed with physical might, and each carried a weapon.

Whereas all the other townspeople ran away in terror, these two ran toward the Rangers.

"What are you doing?" Erol called in astonishment. Meanwhile, the two men had come close enough to draw the attention of some Putties.

"We are helping you, Green Ranger," the blonde man answered, balancing his metal pole between both hands. He then charged, wielding the weapon like a fisherman's spear, and plowing into the Putties that dared enter his reach.

"Gateway City is our home," the black-haired man stated, arming his hunting bow, "We must do all we can to protect our family and friends."

Erol watched in amazement as the man launched two arrows, both drilling into the head of a nearby Putty. The blonde man continued his onslaught, managing to sever limbs from the Putties with incredibly powerful blows.

The Purple Ranger flew overhead, landing nimbly beside her partner. "What's going on?"

Erol shrugged. "It looks like it won't be only the two of us after all."

Sener groaned, his eyes fluttering weakly in a desperate attempt to finally open. He wasn't sure how long he was asleep, but the pleasant peace of unconsciousness was rudely disturbed by diffuse pain that assaulted his entire slender frame.

He grimaced, his breathing rapidly transforming into a groan of discomfort as he pulled to memory what happened.

He cringed slightly at the thought of the spear tearing through his flesh and muscle.

"You certainly wear a great deal of clothing for a hunter," said a soft voice, "All these layers of fabric made it a little difficult to even find your wounds, much less treat them. How do you move around in this... tunic?"

Sener's dark gaze slowly regained focus, and his breath caught in his throat. Sitting at his side, delicately administering some paste to his wounds, was an entrancing beauty. Golden tresses kissed with reddish highlights, and clear hazel eyes that cradled him with their gaze. A sweet smile adorned her lips, and moved with the most incredible grace as she spoke.

"What... goddess do I see before me?" Sener whispered hoarsely.

Slowly, her eyebrow arched, and an amused smirk pulled her lips. "You're certainly not a hunter."

Sener shook his head. "But if I were, I would abandon that occupation just for the pleasure of serenading you with endless songs."

Despite her visible attempt to contain herself, Cherise laughed at her patient's peculiar speech. She slowly rose to her feet, shaking her head amusedly. "I think you're feverish, Sener."

Sener beamed excitedly. "You know my name?"

"I certainly should," she responded, pouring the contents of a stone vial into a small clay pot, "After all, I saved your life."

"And if you are my guardian spirit, Lady, I should know yours."

While Sener's words were utterly ridiculous, they were not devoid of charm. "Cherise."

She then sat the potion onto the tray placed within her patient's reach. "When you are able, drink this," she advised, "It will quicken your recovery by restoring energy to you worn body."

Sener sat up cautiously, cradling the cup and slowly sipping the bitter brew. He followed his savior with his interested gaze as she continued towards Linis, occasionally glancing back at Sener with an amused grin.

However, all humor left her countenance when she saw the grim expression on her younger brother's face.

"I've stitched all the wounds," Linis sighed. "But it won't be enough."

"We can't just let Zale's father die," Cherise decided, leaning against the wall. "Perhaps more of the dangar root will help mend the wounds?"

"We have no more," Linis responded. He rubbed his fingers against his temples, disregarding the rusty blood that stained his hands.

"Then let us find some!" Sener called, his voice surprising the resident healers. He slowly rose from his cot, leaning against it for support.

Cherise whirled her head in surprise. "Us? You are certainly not coming! You're wounded!"

"And you are certainly not planning on walking through the melee outside without an escort," Sener countered. "No offense intended, but your brother is young and small. He will not be able to protect you efficiently."

Linis' sharp hazel eyes narrowed. "And a minstrel can?"

Cherise's eyes flashed. "What makes you think I need an escort?"

Sener noticed the heated expressions on both healers' faces, and raised his hand calmly. "Then I shall make a proposition," he decided, "If we travel together, we are far more likely to find the root and return. I do not know what this plant looks like. Do either of you know where to find it?"

Linis nodded. "It usually grows in the shade of large boulders. The flower is white with short, narrow petals, but only the root has curative power."

"Then let us be off," Sener stated. Cherise watched worriedly as the injured man returned to his cot, picking up the bloodied spear that served as his weapon.

"You almost died, Sener," she warned, this time in a more tender, entreating tone. "You can't possibly sustain this journey."

He turned to her, smiling. "The magical touch of my Lady has renewed my life, and her favorable glance will help me endure."

She blinked, rolling her eyes to dismiss the flattery. She then hurried into another room, a blush erupting onto her cheek.

Linis watched his sister retreat while he searched the closet for the required elements for the tonic. As he laid the jars and flasks upon the table, his gaze finally landed on Sener.

"Why do you speak that way?" he inquired.

Sener fixed Linis with an observant gaze. He then smirked. "I shall tell you when you are older."

Moments later, Cherise reappeared at the doorway. She carefully kept her eyes away from Sener, and handed her brother an iron rod.

"Let us be off," she announced, holding up her own matching weapon.

Keen ruby eyes slowly traced the lines of battle with the appreciation of a connoisseur. It had been many years since the last time the Phlegethon Empire had to flex its muscles in such a manner. The last battle was nearly two centuries ago, when a rebellion on Titan was demolished by Lord Zedd's armada.

Goldar had witnessed the incredible battle firsthand, from the foot-soldiers loyal to the Empire. The battle lasted two full weeks, and when it was all over, the rich brown blood of many Titan rebels soaked the ground.

Still, nothing could compare to the feeling of fresh conquest. Even if it was against such an unworthy opponent.

Yet on the other hand, Goldar reveled in his incredible opportunity. He had the unique chance to see the fabled Power Rangers in action.

They were certainly not the same Rangers that completed the impossible mission of defeating the omnipotent High Lord. None of those Rangers could possibly still serve... the very chance of them even surviving was slim at best. Secretly, Goldar had regretted missing the chance to encounter such worthy enemies. But he would take consolation in defeating their heirs.

"Only two Rangers," he commented, folding his arms over his armored body. His powerful wings held him aloft, several yards into the sky to give him the perfect vantage point. "I wonder where the others are."

He then turned his gaze to the two humans who were fighting alongside the Rangers. While the paler one he did not recognize, the fierce ebony-haired warrior was easily distinguished.

"He survived the Putties," he noted, "Perhaps he will pose something of a challenge to me?"

Before he could further consider his interesting adversary, movement in the corner of his eye gained his attention. He turned his neck slightly, and a feral grin rose as a trio of humans slipped from house to house, clearly hiding as they moved away from the war-torn city towards the forest.

They were very young, and obviously weak. Slow, uncoordinated... nothing like the Hunter, or even the pale-headed man who fought beside him. Still, despite their puny size and clumsy motions, they were brave enough to show their faces. And those faces, with frowns of determination, intrigued the soldier.

They're up to something...

"I can't believe we made it," Sener gasped, glancing behind. Even from the dense foliage of the nearby forest, he could see the burning smoke rising from the demolished Gateway City. He shook his head remorsefully at the great tragedy that had befallen the peaceful city. After only a century of security, once again the people faced the wrath of powers beyond their comprehension.

But at least the Power Rangers had resurfaced to face this new threat. Well, two of them, at least.

Cherise cast a worried glance at Sener, before finally stopping in her tracks and turning to face him. "What is it? Do you feel any pain?"

He shook his head, smiling for the charming beauty. "No, I am fine." He then turned to Linis, who crawled on his knees near a cluster of boulders. "Anything?"

The boy shook his head, rising to his feet with the aid of his iron rod. "No dangar flowers here," he noted, a small frown appearing on his face, "We'll just have to keep looking."

Cherise chewed her lip thoughtfully. "Perhaps if we split up-"

"Not a good idea," Sener interrupted, "There may be more of those creatures lurking around. We'd be safest if we remain together."

"But we may never find the root at this rate," Cherise argued.

"Then let us remain in visual distance from each other," Linis proposed, climbing upon the largest boulder, "There are large rocks scattered throughout the forest, and they become more abundant the closer we get to the cliffs southwest of here. Let's stay close enough that we can assist one another if needed."

"Perfect," Cherise agreed, nodding her head.

After over an hour of diligent searching, spanning nearly a mile of terrain, Linis' hazel eyes lit up at the sight of a small ivory flower, blossoming beneath the shade of a large boulder. A handful of buds surrounded the flower, their white petals just peaking beneath the green exterior.

"I found them!" Linis cried excitedly, dropping his staff. He urgently began digging up the soil with his hands, careful not to damage the root of the fragile plant.

Cherise and Sener were quick to respond, running toward him from their own searches.

However, Goldar was able to respond even more quickly.

Linis shrieked in blatant shock as the seven-foot beast fell to the ground, his heavy landing shaking the near area enough to stumble the boy. Stupefied, the boy stared at the imposing figure whose immense saber hovered at his neck.

"Well, well, well," Goldar droned, "What do we have here? A magic plant?"

Linis' eyes widened, his glance tilting ever so slightly to the flower in question.

"And what exactly does this plant do?" Goldar demanded.

"Leave him alone!" Cherise shrieked suddenly, both hands tightly clenching her rod. Sener was quick to catch her in his arms.

"No!" she screamed, struggling against his restraint. "Linis!"

"You can't help him like this," Sener whispered into her ear.

"The boy is right," Goldar growled, a menacing grin revealing horrible yellowed fangs. "Besides, Linis here is quite fragile. By the time you reach him..."

Rather than finish his statement, he merely pressed his razor blade into Linis' skin. Linis gagged as the sword slid into his neck, drawing rivulets of blood.

Suddenly petrified, Cherise froze in Sener's sturdy grip. The minstrel glared at Goldar, dark eyes promising retribution. "What do you want, Beast?"

Goldar smirked. "From what I've observed, you are healers- and healers are key to any army's success. Therefore, it is only logical that you would be my targets. This way, any human soldier that falls stays down."

Goldar then reached down, his huge hand grasping the edge of Linis' cloak. He lifted the slender boy above his head, and gazed into his tear-filled hazel eyes.

"It's nothing personal," Goldar mocked softly. Cherise shrieked as Goldar drew back his sword, intending to plunge the weapon into the boy's chest.

But to his surprise, a force held his arm back.

"How could you?" an infuriated female voice demanded, "Killing a defenseless boy, without even letting him try and fight back?"

Goldar turned, and realized with surprise that a purple-hued strip of leather bound his arm. At the other end of the strip was the Purple Ranger, hovering a few feet above and behind him.

Although he couldn't see her face, he could tell from her tense form that she was barely managing to contain her anger.

"Well, if you want to save him so badly... catch!" he challenged, tossing Linis like a rag doll. But before the Purple Ranger could move to save him, in one fluid motion Goldar grabbed the whip with his other hand, yanking with all his strength. The Purple Ranger yelped in surprise as she crashed into the ground, slamming into the boulder beneath which grew the dangar plant.

"LINIS!" Cherise shrieked, watching impotently as her brother sailed into the forest at an incredible speed.

"He will be fine," said a powerful voice. Everyone turned, and saw two young men reveal themselves from behind nearby trees.

"Zale!" Cherise exclaimed.

"Kazu!" Sener uttered, a smile on his face, "You're all right."

"Of course," he said, as the pair entered the small clearing. Kazu then rested his hard gaze upon the Purple Ranger. "Are you hurt?"

Purple groaned quietly before rising to her feet. Goldar's shocked gaze turned to her, watching as she brushed off the dusty remains of the boulder her body had shattered. "No," she grumbled, more from agitation than pain.

Goldar snarled. "You're more resilient than you look, Girl."

In response, the Purple Ranger leapt at the beast, swinging her right leg to connect sharply with Goldar' chin. The force of the attack sent the large warrior sprawling to the ground, brown streaks falling from his snout.

His ruby eyes blazed as he leapt back to his own feet.

"What are you two doing here?" Kazu demanded, once he and Zale had reached the adventurers.

"We need an herb to help Ich'ni," Cherise revealed, her gaze still fixed upon the spot where her brother disappeared. "We have to-"

At that moment, a streak of green caught the trio's attention. The Green Ranger emerged from the forest at a phenomenal speed, pausing only a few feet from the assembled humans to relieve his semi-conscious burden.

"He's dazed, but fine," he announced, carefully lying Linis upon the ground. Cherise immediately rushed to his side, while Zale and Kazu turned their attention to the Purple Ranger.

"What can we do to help?" Kazu asked, his grip tightening on his bow.

"We've got to make sure these three get safely to my father," Zale pointed out, "And we can't forget all those clay monsters in the city."

"Those soldiers seem to be drones," Kazu pointed out, "This beast is their leader. If you cut off the head, the body will collapse."

The Green Ranger cringed as the Purple Ranger sustained a powerful jab to her stomach. "We can't take that chance. The drones seem autonomous, so destroying this beast may not necessarily stop their devastation of Gateway City."

"But... can he even be destroyed?" Linis whispered, allowing Cherise to lift him to his feet, "He's so... strong."

The Green Ranger unsheathed his Dragon Dagger, preparing himself for the oncoming battle. "All of you return to the city. We will hold off this monster."

"But... the dangar!" Cherise realized, gazing back at the battle site, "Without the root, Ich'ni will die!"

Zale paled with fresh panic.

Just then, Goldar released a feral growl, his eyes flashing as he noticed the Green Ranger approach. A snarl folding his snout, he managed to grab the Purple Ranger's attacking arm, and launched her helplessly into the Green Ranger. The two Rangers collided, falling to the ground dazed with the impact. Goldar took advantage of the situation, his powerful wings thrusting him into the air.

"Well, you won't be leaving this forest! And neither will that flower!" he growled, pointing his saber. He cackled maliciously as a stream of flames engulfed the forest beneath him, spreading unnaturally around the assembled heroes.

The Green and Purple Rangers were too overwhelmed by Goldar's incredibly quick attack to stop him as he flew back towards the city.

"No!" Zale shrieked in horror, adrenaline bursting into his body. Despite the thick smoke that poured from the magical flames, he hurried to where the Purple and Green Rangers were standing. "Where is the dangar?"

"The what?" the heroes asked in unison

"It's a white flower," Sener clarified, as he approached the team, covering his mouth with his scarf. "Linis found it beneath the boulder she fell upon."

The Purple Ranger turned to the pile of dust and pebbles that was once the boulder in question. She immediately fell to her knees, digging through the rubble. Zale and Sener soon joined her.

"Can we escape this deathtrap?" Green asked. He glanced around, noticing the non-Rangers struggle to breathe in the dense, poisonous smoke. He quickly rushed to Cherise and Linis, leading them to join the others. The smoke was so thick it was barely possible to see one's nose.

"We're... finished," Cherise choked, collapsing to the ground.

Just then, all seven youths vanished from the inferno.

"By the gods..." Cherise cried, slowly rising to her feet, "What happened?"

"What witchery is this?" Kazu hissed, his fists clenching. His keen sight passed throughout the strange darkened room, with hundreds of flashing lights and dark walls and ceiling.

It was a frightening prison.

"You'll be all right," the Purple Ranger insisted, looking around quickly, "We are in the Command Center, the base of the Power Rangers."

"But... how did you bring us here?" Linis inquired, curiosity knitting his brow.

The Green Ranger shrugged visibly. "We didn't do it."

"I did," Regita announced, as he and Alpha V walked into view, "I am Regita, former Power Ranger, and this is Alpha V, my alien assistant." He then turned to Alpha. "It looks like our first test of the teleporter was a success."

"Teleporter?" Sener repeated.

"Power Rangers have always been able to travel to distant parts of the globe with the press of a button," Alpha explained, "but until now, only Power Rangers were able to use the teleportation relay we have here. I've finally managed to align the relay to teleport not only Rangers, but regular humans too."

"It's a breakthrough," Regita said proudly, nodding to Alpha, "You've managed to save the lives of all seven Rangers."

"Aww..." Alpha cooed shyly.

"All seven Rangers?" Linis repeated, his eyes widening, "You mean... us?"

Regita smiled. "I have watched all five of you from the Viewing Globe, and I have seen your incredible feats against the invading army. You have all proven to be resourceful, courageous, and skillful. You shall all make excellent Power Rangers."

He then picked up a wooden case from the console beside him, and flipped it open. "That is, of course, if you choose to."

Cherise, Zale, Linis, Kazu, and Sener all gazed in wonder at the five glistening discs, each with a different animal sketched onto its surface.

"As you can see, there are already a Green and Purple Ranger," Regita noted. "Erol, Kreia... introduce yourselves."

The five youths turned, and watched in amazement as the two Rangers held out their palms, each with a design on them. The brands both glowed in their signature colors, and magically the Ranger uniforms melted into liquid metal, flowing back to the tattoo.

To the youths' astonishment, when the light faded, two local townspeople stood before them. Each had a circular tattoo on their bare hand: one of an Eagle, and the other of a Dragon.

"You... you're just like... us!" Linis realized.

"I know you!" Zale shouted, staring more closely at each Ranger, "Kreia... you live at the cottage by the pond. And Erol, you're Headman Yurari's son!"

Erol nodded, a smile on his face. "And you're Ich'ni's son Zale. A fisherman."

At the mention of his father, a worried frown marred the young man's face. "The dangar plants were destroyed in the fire. Is there anything else we can do for him?"

His spirits collapsed when both Cherise and Linis bowed their heads.

Regita rested his hand on Zale' strong shoulder. "I will make sure your father is restored... but after I am certain the invading army will be taken care of."

Linis frowned. "But... how? Even the dangar root was a long-shot."

Regita smiled. "True, but Zordon left behind technology more than adequate to cure Zale's injured father."

Zale's jaw stiffened as he stared at the gilded chest. "To save my father, and my city... I shall be a Power Ranger." He approached the chest, and took the Tyrannosaurus coin.

Kazu's imperious gaze turned from Erol and Kreia to Regita, and finally to Zale. "You have earned my respect, Zale," he admitted. "You are brave and strong. It will be an honor serving at your side, and yours as well," he added, turning to the other Rangers. That said, he grasped the Saber-toothed Tiger.

Sener smiled widely, taking the Mastodon. "What an... honor," he marveled, "I thrill at the opportunity to serve such a cause!"

He then turned to Cherise, bowing with dignity. "And you, my Lady?"

Cherise's eyebrow rose, and she turned to Linis. "What say you?"

Linis grinned. "We've spent our lives healing people. Now, we have the chance to heal the entire planet, and prevent an even greater injury."

The siblings took the two remaining coins: the Pterodactyl and Triceratops.

Regita smiled proudly at the team of seven. "Now that the Power Rangers have assembled, you must learn about your enemy. Alpha, please show them the Viewing Globe."

Through the Viewing Globe, a magical sphere capable of seeing the entire planet, the Power Rangers watched in mute horror at the destruction caused by the gray foot-soldiers. They had trampled several miles of the forest, and now terrorized the citizens of Gateway City, setting fire to buildings, rounding up people and binding them in shackles of clay, and even killing those who would stand against them. Their gilded leader was quick to use his mighty saber against anything that moved.

The team witnessed the carnage with horror that quickly resolved into outrage.

"Alpha," Regita said, turning to the short robot, "have you found any information on these creatures?"

Alpha turned from the console he was stationed at, and tore a piece of paper that miraculously spouted from the machine. "They are Putty Patrollers," he announced, handing the sheet to Regita. "They are magical creatures created from clay, and are the handiwork of the Yetna-Hil clan."

"Yetna-Hil?" Linis repeated, staring in amazement at the machine from which Alpha had received this information.

"Yes... or the Monster-Bakers," Regita elaborated. "They are from the planet Uton, in the Phlegethon system. There are three inhabited planets in that system: Uton, Phlegethon, and Titan, the home planet of the armored beast that leads the army."

"So they aren't from the High Lord's army," Erol noted.

Regita shook his head. "No... and we have little information about the Phlegethon system. All we know is that it is ruled by Phlegethon itself, the closest planet to the star. Phlegethon has been ruled by the Zhept dynasty for thousands of years, and they are magical beings."

"And hostile," Zale added with a scowl. He then turned his attention to the Power Coin nestled in his right palm. "Shouldn't we do something? The army will destroy Gateway City. There are so many of them!"

"Certainly more than the two of us can handle alone," Kreia pointed out, "That's why we needed you."

"Monster-Bakers have infinite resources, since all their creatures are created magically," Regita revealed. "Whoever owns that castle has literally an infinite number of potential creatures to obey their every whim."

"Seven Power Rangers defeated the High Lord," Kazu recalled, folding his arms. "Surely the seven of us can defeat this army."

Regita nodded. "All of you must go to the city immediately. But you must exhibit extreme caution. The Power will guide you in the use of it, but you are new Rangers. You do not know yet what your limits are. Trust in the Power, and let it guide your actions."

Both Erol and Kreia nodded, as a means to assure their new allies.

"What do we do?" Zale demanded.

"Hold your coin in your right hand, and hold your fist above your head."

The youths followed Regita's instruction.

"You must be completely resolved to accept the duty of being Power Rangers," Regita emphasized. "If you are, declare it."

All five frowned slightly, trading confused glances. Finally, Zale decided to take the lead. After gazing at the coin in his hand, he realized what needed to be said. He closed his eyes tightly and inhaled sharply. "I accept the power of the Red Tyrannosaurus Coin."

His sapphire eyes sprang open, and he released a choked gasp as furious red energy flowed from his clenched fist. Sweat beaded on his brow, and his knees began to buckle. Only his stubborn strength prevented him from falling to the ground.

The four other uninformed youths watched the display in astonishment. But Kreia and Erol were firm, and the former smiled gently. "He will be fine. The Power is just accepting his pledge."

Zale breathed heavily, his clenched palm falling open. Cherise gasped as she noticed the solid black brand on her new friend's skin. Zale's palm was tattooed with the symbol of the Tyrannosaurus, which matched the design on the coin that had disappeared from his hand.

"What...?" Zale moaned, his strength returning. He straightened unassisted, and stared at the black outline on his hand.

"The Power has accepted you," Regita explained, "and the might of the Red Tyrannosaurus Ranger is within you. Now, all you must do is raise your hand, and summon the power within."

Zale steeled himself, and lifted his palm to the sky. His eyes tightly closed, he mustered his own strength, and called out with his entire being.

The black outline of the Tyrannosaurus flashed with red energy, flowing along Zale's body like a metallic river. The energy molded itself to his form, hardening from liquid magic into sleek armor. The forearms and legs molded into while gloves and boots, trimmed with red diamonds. The rest of his body remained red, hardening into a glistening armor. White diamonds adorned his chest, and a silver belt hugged his waist. A red helmet inspired by the head of the Tyrannosaurus encased his head, with a black visor allowing him sight. Finally, a holster flashed into existence, hanging from his waist with a red and white weapon within.

The black outline of the Tyrannosaurus Coin remained on his glove.

"Incredible," Zale whispered when he recovered his voice.

Cherise, Kazu, Sener, and Linis were too overwhelmed to speak.

"Each Ranger has phenomenal fighting ability, including enhanced strength, speed, and agility," Regita explained. "Still, it enhances your natural attributes, so a faster human will make a faster Ranger. Also, you all have a signature attack, which focuses your energy through the design on your glove. If you ask the Power, you will know the phrases necessary to summon these attacks. And finally, each Ranger has a Zord, a gargantuan metal beast that obeys your call."

The Red Ranger nodded, his hands falling to his waist. While he couldn't quite understand everything Regita was referring to, he could feel the presence of the Power in his mind. It was... alive.

Kazu's gaze moved from the Red Ranger to his own coin. "Then my time is now."

Cherise, Linis, and Sener mimicked Kazu's movements, each holding their Power Coin in a fist above their heads.

They each knew the animal of their choice, as well as the color signature they would adopt. Their minds flooded with understanding, and their fists began to glimmer faintly with the energy they would soon accept.

"I accept the power of the Yellow Saber-toothed Tiger!" Kazu roared.

"I accept the power of the Pink Pterodactyl!" Cherise cried.

"I accept the power of the Blue Triceratops!" Linis shouted.

"I accept the power of the Black Mastodon!" Sener declared.

All four shuddered as the coin absorbed into their skin, distributing the energy that they would wield to save the world. In unison, the four opened their hands, marveling silently at the brand that would mark them as Power Rangers... until their mission was completed, or their lives had ended.

It was a solemn moment as silence fell, and all seven heroes formed a line, with the Red Ranger at the end.

"The Power has accepted you all," Regita announced, relief evident in his voice. "Now, you are the Power Rangers, representatives of the Morphin' Grid, and heirs to the legacy that I leave you."

Zale beamed beneath his helmet, but his excitement soon faded as the severity of the situation returned to him. "We have no time to lose," he decided, stepping away from the others, "It's Morphin' Time!"

In a row, the six unmorphed heroes held their palms open at arm's length. Six rivers of liquid energy poured from the tattoos along the bodies of the heroes, covering them in the armor designed after their signature colors.

The Red, Pink, Blue, Black, and Yellow Rangers all looked similar, with diamond shapes decorating their armor. Each one's helmet represented their animal model, and each had a holster hanging from their belt.

The Green and Purple Rangers were slightly different. Each bore golden armor, and gold trim on both their gloves and boots. Also, each had a gold belt, with holsters holding clearly different weapons; the Green Ranger a sharp dagger, and the Purple Ranger a rolled whip. Finally, the Purple Ranger alone had golden wings, which glittered from her ankles.

After a quick sweep of the others, Cherise came to a surprising realization. "Regita... why am I wearing this extra slip of fabric? No one else is."

Regita grinned slightly. He knew that question was coming. "The original Power Rangers, which banded nearly a millennium ago, were the ones who established the template. The costumes were designed for them. The first Pink Ranger was of the Ankarna, a race of hunters who served the goddess of the Moon. In her culture, the skirt symbolized feminine might, and since it was a simple request, Zordon agreed." He then smirked. "I hope it does not offend you in any way."

Cherise smiled beneath her helmet, suddenly quite proud of the addition. "No. Not at all."

"The Red, Blue, Pink, Yellow, and Black Rangers form the core group, which is why they look different from the Purple and Green Rangers," Regita highlighted. "The core group has a Blade Blaster, which is attached to your belts. These weapons are either daggers, or weapons that fire powerful beams of light by pressing the trigger. Also, the five Blade Blasters can fire a Triangle Attack if you join together."

"I think we've got a handle on it," the Green Ranger decided, "That fire is getting out of control, and the Putty army is razing Gateway City."

"Then back to action!" Zale shouted.

A bright rainbow struck in the scalding heart of Goldar's forest fire. After a few moments taken to orient themselves, the newly christened Power Rangers turned their attention to the task at hand.

"The fire!" the Pink Ranger shrieked, "It's destroying everything..."

"No it won't!" the Black Ranger announced, stepping closer to the flames.

The six other Rangers stared at him in surprise.

"How?" Linis asked.

Sener smiled beneath his helmet. Slowly, he lifted his right hand. "Mastodon Frozen Breath!"

Black energy pulsed around his entire body, channeling itself into his hand. Once a diffuse cloud of energy swirled about his fist, he unclenched it, revealing a pulsing tattoo of the Mastodon. Then, a gust of cold wind shot forth, casting an icy spray at the dangar bed.

"What is that... white stuff?" Kreia marveled.

"It is water, at a temperature so cold it is solid," Sener explained. "That is my power."

"Then you remain here, and douse the flames," Zale instructed, "The rest of us will search for Goldar."

"It shouldn't be hard to find him," Erol muttered, "He must be in the city!"

Headman Yurari shuddered at the powerful thud erupting from somewhere beyond the heavy stone walls that comprised the cellar. Unconsciously, his arms tightened around his wife Adelia.

His wise jade eyes shed horrified tears as he gazed around the chamber. It was quite dark... lit only with sparing lanterns, and quite damp considering it was some twelve meters below the ground, only a mile inland from the ocean. Still, despite the grim and flickering darkness he could see his twelve compatriots. Each of the thirteen Headmen of Gateway City clung to their wives and children desperately, and each was attended by at least five guards.

Still, no force on Earth could prevent the invaders from coming.

There was no warning to the dreadful attack. Suddenly, the gray soldiers descended upon the peaceful city like a swarm of locusts, devastating everything in their paths in the name of random destruction. However, the invasion quickly changed face, once the mighty leader of the army appeared on the scene.

The seven-foot tall beast wasn't as interested in destruction as information. And rather than simply killing all the people he encountered, he threatened their lives for information. The citizens of Gateway City were very stubborn- not readily revealing the identities and location of their leaders, but the beast was surprisingly convincing. It was only a matter of time before the hopelessness of the situation brought some people to surrender.

And now, the beast had come to this most secret hideaway, designed for the very purpose of preserving the leaders if an attack had come.

The incredible thud was soon accompanied by the foreboding sound of a hundred footsteps. They pounded against the rock ground like infinite hailstones, relentless and furious.

Then, the footsteps stopped, just long enough for the large, four-foot thick oak door to be blasted off its hinges, spreading its charred remains throughout the room.

"Well, isn't this cozy?" Goldar grumbled, sheathing his mighty broadsword. He stepped through the door, and slowly spread his wings, stretching his muscles casually.

"It's tight in that tunnel," he commented, folding his arms, "Almost as if you didn't want my army stopping by for a visit."

Despite the fear in his heart, Yurari knew someone had to stand up to this nightmare. He gently released Adelia, ignoring her pleading brown eyes, and stepped forward.

Goldar noted the middle-aged human's hard gaze with interest, as well as the half dozen uniformed humans who immediately stepped in front of him.

"What do you want with us?" Yurari asked, his tone betraying nothing.

Goldar smirked, consciously baring razor-sharp teeth. "I've determined that this little colony is governed by thirteen Headmen. I thought I'd stop by to introduce myself."

He then cocked his head, chuckling as he strode forward, knocking each soldier away with a flick of the wrist. Soon, he was only a few feet away from Yurari.

"I am taking all the Headmen with me. The families will remain here, guarded by some of my Putties. If even a single Headman chooses not to cooperate, or if any soldier decides to try and be a hero, I will execute your families." He grinned confidently. "Have I made myself clear, Sir?"

Yurari's nostrils flared as the beast made a gallant, exaggerated bow to him.

His jaw then promptly dropped at what happened next.

Before Goldar could straighten from his deep bow, an armored warrior pierced through the scores of Putties in the outer hallway. She flipped into the chamber, sending her whip soaring through the air.

The purple leather wrapped around Goldar's ankles, pulling him to the ground unceremoniously.

Yurari had the presence of mind to back away, leaving plenty of room for the Purple Ranger to handle the situation.

"This time, you won't get out of my grip!" Kreia declared, grasping her whip with both fists. Suddenly, sparking purple energy channeled through the leather, assaulting Goldar with a powerful shock of pure power. The beast released a terrible cry as his blue fur singed.

"Everyone, remain calm!" the Green Ranger declared as he hurried past. He quickly grabbed Yurari's arm, leading him back to Adelia. He then beckoned the other Headmen to assemble there.

"We must collapse this chamber," the Green Ranger whispered, "The majority of the army is here, and we can crush them all at once. You all must retreat through the waterway."

Yurari couldn't prevent a gasp from escaping. "How did you know about the secret waterway? No one knows... save the architects who built it, and us!"

The Headman couldn't see the smile on his son's face. "Power Rangers have ways of collecting information."

He then turned to the wall behind him. His gloved hands trailed the seam slowly, before he found his objective- a single stone, which sank into the wall at his touch.

The narrow doorway then pulled away, allowing the Ranger to usher the people through.

"Be careful, Father... Mother," he whispered, once the council was well out of earshot, "And... goodbye."

Erol's heart sat heavily in his chest as he bid his silent farewell. As the Green Ranger, he could never be their son again. To insure that they lived, he had to let them live without him.

His quiet reverie was shattered by the pained scream that assailed his ears.

"Purple!" he shouted, watching as she crumbled against the far wall.

Goldar laughed deeply, wiping away another trickle of blood as he turned to his next victim. "May I have this dance, Green Ranger?"

Erol's chest heaved with labored breaths as the beast slowly drew closer. He dared to close his eyes, drawing his focus inward as an aura of green power built around his frame.

Goldar froze in sudden horror when he realized the Green Ranger had suddenly become a time bomb.

"Dragonheart Pulse!"

The resounding battle cry was accompanied by a swirling sphere of unadulterated power, green in hue and crackling with gold. The sphere generated from the dragon brand on the Green Ranger's glove, and launched itself directly upwards.

The Dragonheart Pulse sliced through the stone ceiling, as well as the meters of soil above it. The quaking caused chunks of the ceiling to collapse, rapidly filling the chamber with dust, dirt, and heavy rocks.

Goldar growled with rage, batting away the rocks that dared approach him. "Goldar of Titan will not be entombed by a pathetic human in shiny armor," he muttered. The Green Ranger could only watch as the gold warrior hurried backwards, pushing through stunned Putties as he hurried out of the tomb.

Erol then rushed to the dazed Purple Ranger. "Kreia..."

"I'm fine," she interrupted, leaning against his body, "We've got to get out of here."

Erol grinned at the stream of sunlight falling from the hole his Pulse had created. "Everything's going according to plan. Goldar will certainly get a surprise when he reaches the surface."

Goldar panted wildly as he finally reached the Council Room, the chamber within Gateway City's ruling palace that contained the secret passageway into the protective cellar. Once he was safely free, he fell to his knees, coughing up the dust that had settled in his lungs while he madly dashed through the winding paths.

Overall he was none the worse for wear. Yes, slightly battered from his fight with the Purple Ranger, and a little winded after his sprint, but nothing that wouldn't heal completely in a day or two. In addition, the destruction of the Power Rangers, as well as the entire Council, certainly counterbalanced any slight physical pain he endured.

He had lost several hundred perfectly good Putty Patrollers, though. He had ordered the vast majority of his army to follow him into the tunnel, to insure any backup the Humans had in store was effectively blocked from saving the Headmen.

However, the Power Rangers had somehow cut through the army, and he was quite certain none of the Putties could have survived the avalanche of dirt and rock. Putties were decent fighters, but they weren't very intelligent, nor durable.

"All in all, a job well done. Rita will be pleased."

And then, with a confident chuckle, he rose to his feet, and strode across the chamber with his head held high.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?"

"Our dear general certainly seems pleased with himself. I wonder why?"

Goldar jumped in shock. Just outside the palace stood five more Power Rangers... Pink, Red, Blue, Black, and Yellow. They stood in a row, their arms folded imperiously. Countless small piles of dried clay created a gray ring around their feet.

"More Rangers..." he seethed.

"Absolutely," the Blue Ranger stated, "Didn't anyone tell you? There are seven Power Rangers."

Pink stepped forward. "The five of us..."

"...and the two of us!" the Purple Ranger called, as she and the Green Ranger descended from the sky on the power of her golden ankle wings.

Goldar turned, and took a quick glance at the two familiar Rangers. Their shimmering uniforms were slightly dusty, but they were clearly fit for battle.

His fury built to such proportions he could barely see straight.

"Your clay soldiers did their best to stall us," Yellow commented, gesturing to the piles of dust, "but they were no match."

"Care to try your luck, Friend?" Black challenged.

Goldar bared his fangs, but even his intense rage didn't completely drown out reason. He was in no condition to fight seven Power Rangers, whose abilities he had obviously underestimated.

"I do indeed, Friend," he barked, unsheathing his blade, "but not with the odds so stacked against me. Another time..."

With that, he vanished in a smoky gold cloud.

"Ich'ni... it's good to have you back."

The fisherman blinked, trying to beat back the daze that overtook his senses. After much effort, he managed to bring the speaker into focus.

Linis offered a soft grin, so pure and gentle the dazed man couldn't help but smile back.

"What... happened?" Ich'ni inquired.

"You were fishing when your boat capsized," Linis explained, "Zale brought you here."

Ich'ni sat up gingerly, astonished at the lack of pain. "Where is he?"

"Zale? He's waiting outside for you." Linis then reached back, and revealed a long cloak. "Care to see him?"

Ich'ni smiled, standing up and wrapping the warm garment around his soaked body. He then hurried to follow the young healer's direction, and soon found his son seated at a window, surrounded by an old man and a group of youths he didn't recognize.

"He's awake," Linis declared.

Zale leapt from his seat, and rushed to embrace Ich'ni tightly. "Father! Thank the gods..."

"No," said Cherise with a humored grin, "Thank Regita. He performed a miracle!"

Regita shook his head. "Not a miracle, Cherise. Zordon brought healing technology from Eltar. Beams of light that can seal wounds, potions that can restore lost blood, and screens that can let you see the bones of a man without even touching him.

Both Cherise and Linis gasped in astonished interest, causing Regita to laugh outright. "Would you care for Alpha to show you these machines?"

"YES!" the healers declared.

"You've all done exceedingly well," Regita pronounced. The seven Rangers stood in a row, watching intently as their new mentor studied each of them one at a time. "You have only known each other for a handful of hours, and you possessed your Power even less. Still, you managed to forge a bond of camaraderie even before you became Rangers, and you fought side by side. And in battle, you showed teamwork the likes of which this planet has not seen in a century."

He paused, a wistful smile on his lips. "I only wish Zordon could see you. He would be so proud of you. You are perfect candidates to continue the legacy he began when he first created the Power Coins you now wield."

All seven youths were struck speechless at the overwhelming compliment.

"Still, being Power Rangers will be difficult. I'm sorry... I had all but forced you to become Rangers before, but time was pressing. We needed a full team immediately to handle the threat. But now, the pace will slow. Goldar will be back, but not until he develops a new strategy." He then gazed fixedly at each Ranger. "If you have any doubts, now is the time to leave."

Kreia blinked in shock. "Leave? But... why?"

Regita sighed. "I will not hide the enormity of this decision from you. You will cease to exist. You must, for all your families will be in danger if Goldar ever found out who you were. You must live here, in the Command Center. Your families will believe you were killed in the invasion." He paused for a long moment. "Once a Ranger, you will remain a Ranger until you can no longer hold that duty, or the battle is won. Before the team of Rangers I served with, every single Ranger died in battle. Every single one. Hundreds of lives, sacrificed anonymously for the survival of mankind. It is a difficult path to trod."

Regita fell silent, and the Rangers remained still, absorbing the enormity of his words. They cast questioning gazes at one another, and silently pondered the situation at hand.

Finally, Zale nodded. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even have a family to save. I will miss my father dearly, but I can not return to my life as it was, knowing what I do now. I have a higher calling."

Then, Kazu stepped forward. "Agreed. I have always been a warrior. Now I have a true cause."

Sener smiled. "I have no family to speak of, so I leave nothing behind." He then cast a weighted stare at Cherise. "Besides, all I care for is right here."

Linis stifled a laugh at his sister's discomfort. "Cherise and I have lived our lives trying to help people. Now we will... in a capacity that we never even dreamed possible."

Cherise smiled at her brother's speech, taking his hand and squeezing it. She then nodded. "He speaks for us both."

Kreia took a deep breath, her own smile lighting up her face. "This is my destiny, and I cannot turn my back on it... Uncle."

The other Rangers turned baffled gazes at her revelation. Regita smiled fondly at her conviction.

Erol then bit his lip. "I..."

He sighed, glancing at the faces of all the other Rangers. All eyes were on him, including the deep, powerful ebony eyes of Kreia. The girl he grew up with. His best friend. And something... more than just a friend. Someone very dear...

"I accept," he breathed.

Regita fixed the Green Ranger with a hard, penetrating gaze. Erol's voice lacked the conviction the other Rangers had. "Are you certain?"

Erol slowly nodded. "I will miss my parents... and everything I leave behind. But as the Green Ranger, I can do something that is far beyond my own power. I can protect the ones I love. And they are the ones I live for."

Regita exhaled slowly, his smile returning. "I am overjoyed that you have all accepted. Now, for the three rules: You must never use your powers for personal gain. You must never escalate a battle. And finally, you must keep your identities secret. No one must know that you are the Power Rangers. Do you accept?"

Seven heads nodded with assurance.

"Then you are now, and forever, Power Rangers!"

"Power Rangers!" the seven youths cried, compelled by some force beyond their understanding to call out in unison. They gazed at each other with overwhelmed faces, knowing then that they would be more than allies, and even more than friends.

They were now a family, united in a common spirit.

"Aye yi yi," Alpha sighed, looking on from the background, "What a beginning!"