Mighty Morphin Power Rangers - Heather Ray (different e readers TXT) 📗

How can I say this enough? Thank you to everyone that has kept up with all my books! You all are awesome! When I started adapting my fanfiction to these books, I was just doing it in order to introduce the Power Rangers to a new generation and to also help reluctant young readers to find a new love for reading. But I have found out that with each new book there is resounding success! Thank you all so much!

The Power Rangers, in all their forms, belong to Saban Entertainment. The characters you don't recognize are mine (although they have been inspired by classical mythology)

. This was going to be a mini-series, but I don't have the time. So it's a stand-alone. The song towards the end is Celine Dion's "Just Walk Away,"

and (as well as helping with the rough draft)

! Comments, needless to say, are appreciated.

Everyone knows that the moon is a barren ball of dust and rock, circling the planet Earth for billions of years, and likely to continue doing so for billions more. Few people, including certain astronomers and those who choose to believe it, know that there is a palace on the dark side of the moon, where for several years different empires of evil existed. Still fewer people, about half a dozen or so, know that beneath that palace exists the Caves of Deception, which was the location of the fabled Zeo Crystal for centuries. Of those few beings who knew of the Zeo Crystal, only one knew how it got there, and who put it there.

He is Zordon of Eltar, the one who decided it must be retrieved, so evil could never use its power. Only one of purity could enter the Caves of Deception, and carry the Zeo Crystal out without harm to his body or mind. That purity had to exist on many levels... purity of body, mind, and soul. Also, those who would be able to draw power from that crystal also had to have a similar level of purity, although it wasn't as unconditional for them.

By taking the power of Zeo, five young humans became the warriors of purity. And that meant, they became the soldiers of she who created the crystal... whether they knew it or not.

Ever since they went on their individual quests for the shards, the five remained under her watchful eye. Perhaps it was because they were the closest things to companions she had for centuries. But out of all of them, one in particular held a special bond with her. That one has been called the Chosen.

And one tragic night, just before the stroke of the Witching Hour, the Chosen was lost to the world...

Sunday, February 9, 1997

Her bright blue eyes filled with salty tears, the Huntress sprang from her circular bed of soft linen. Long locks of golden hair tumbled over her face and shoulders, slightly moist from her sweat. Terror made her eyes wide, and forced her to take in huge gasps of breath through her rosy lips. Trembling slightly, she crawled to the edge of her bed, and placed her delicate feet on the ivory carpet of her bedroom. Her legs were too numb to allow her the ability to stand, so she remained in her position, tears streaking down her porcelain face and dripping off her chin like dewdrops, only to be absorbed by the silver sheets that were woven between her legs and wrapped around her shoulders for warmth from the protruding cold that grasped her heart.

After a deep, calming breath, she opened her eyes again. Determination succeeded where raw emotion failed, allowing her to get up. At her command, her body was covered by an elegant yet simple white dress, reaching just far enough down her thigh to make it decent, with a golden neckline adorned with jewels and a matching link belt that hung loosely from her slender waist. White leather boots with golden laces adorned her feet, stretching just below her knee. A navy blue cape appeared, draped over her shoulder and fastened with a fairly large white gemstone, presented in a brooch of gold. Finally, elegant pink and red flowers appeared at her temples, and wove themselves into a briar rose crown to frame her soft face with their everlasting beauty.

Slowly, she walked toward the balcony of her white and silver bedroom. She stared out at the blackness of outer space in the distance, as well as the bright sphere of blue known as Earth, which dominated the view of the sky with a commanding yet nonetheless breathtaking presence.

If things continued as they had, the Earth would never be the same again.

This can't be,

she reflected, gazing at the planet, He can't die! It can't be true!

Biting her lip, the famed Huntress vanished from her palatial residence, invisible to all on the secret crater on the moon known as Hecate.

The planet of Pluto is a barren wasteland, covered with frozen gases of many forms, which stretched to the dim heavens indignantly. The planet was a chilly death, with nothing living now, or ever before. The planet Earth, the only one in the solar system to have a population, hadn't studied this icy grave intensely yet, so it was simply assumed it was a ball of ice, floating around the Sun in an endless circle, with little of importance surrounding it.

They didn't know about the large spire castle, hidden within the ice sculptures the frozen winds had created. It was hidden from mortal view, and would remain so forever, because it was constructed along an important facet of the web of magic. That facet existed between time, therefore preventing time to pass properly within the confines of the palace.

He sat upon his throne, his elbow resting on the stone arm, and his smooth cheek leaning heavily on the balls of his gloved knuckles. Cold black armor with accents of the darkest blue formed his attire, which was molded to his body in an almost rubbery form. A thick, flowing cape of matching dark blue was draped about his broad shoulders, and his ear length pitch black hair, kissed with navy accents when touched by light, blended with the overall darkness of his appearance. He sat patiently, his chilling blue eyes half open, gazing off into nothingness. Those pools of bold cerulean were slightly clouded with the air of exhaustion that was the constant existence of Thanatos. It has been such for thousands of years, and as such it would continue... until the Conflict.

He was one of the Pantheon of incredibly powerful alien beings, who once roamed the solar system freely. Due to its location within the weave of magic that stretched across the galaxy like a spider's web, this particular system was infinitely important to the balance of power in the cosmos. Although the indigenous beings were oblivious to their universal import, they were in fact living on the one planet with a strong energy aura that let out a beacon, attracting dozens of hungry malevolents to conquer it. Included in that array of villains was one so powerful and dangerous, that all the universe was threatened by its mere existence. That is why the Servons chose to watch over the planet Earth and its inhabitants, waiting until the arrival of the Evil that had to be eliminated. However, that Evil was something even they could not defeat. In fact, the power of the Evil was so great, it would most likely lead many Servons astray. That is why most of them left this solar system. They were all susceptible to Corruption. All but one.

That one is Purity, the one who could not be