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From Number to Name

T-9866 Prime lay with his twin sister, T-9866 Delta in their mother’s arms. A Dranite mother was only given a few minutes with her newborn children before they were taken away forever. Each and every Dranite mother cherished these moments, knowing it would be the Masters who raised her children. And for J-653, the pain was twice as great for her.

She, in whose veins ran the blood of legendary heroes long past, would never have a name and would never be known as anything but a number, and so too, would be her twin children, T-9866 Prime and T-9866 Delta. She gave a cry as a Master came and yanked T-9866 Prime from her arms. “NOOO! Please!” “Shut up, Dragonbreath!” Another Master came from the other side and yanked T-9866 Delta from her. “NOooo!” She began crying. That was the last time the T-9866’s were with their mother.

T-9866 Prime and T-9866 Delta spent the next five Dranite years in a Dranite nursery. It wasn’t a pleasant place. Dirty and smelly the children often starved. They were punished for using their Breath powers, both ice and flame.

T-9866 Prime and T-9866 Delta and the other children made toys from trash that was just lying around… only to have them taken from them and burned, when noticed. They watched each year as a batch of the eldest ones were sold off to the highest bidder at five Dranite years of age.

Soon the time came for T-9866 Prime and Delta to be sold off. Around their necks were nearly identical signs. His said, “T-9866 Prime, out of K-959 (*Father) (out of B-49 (*Paternal Grandfather) by C-93 (*Paternal Grandmother)) by J-953 (*Mother) (Out of A-21 (*Maternal Grandfather) by A-22 (*Maternal Grandmother)).” The only thing different about hers was the word Delta instead of Prime. But neither of them knew this, for neither could read.

But something seemed to be wrong, for each Master would read part way, stop, growl or grunt in displeasure and move on. The day wore on, and the other Dranite children were sold. T-9866 Prime and his sister were not and grew edgy standing there, not understanding what was going on.

Finally as the smaller sun was going down, a large Waspian came up and pointed at T-9866 Prime. “I’ll take him. A nice playmate for my son, for the next few years.” He smiled at the young Dranite and paid some money to the Chrinite Master. Then signing some papers, he gently picked up T-9866 Prime and lifted him onto his shoulder. He started to walk away.

T-9866 Delta struggled to follow them, not understanding that they were to be separated having never been separated. “Ho ho ho.. what do we have here, a tag-along…” The Waspian said and then read her tag, “Oh I see, she’s your twin… probably never been separated before. I’m sorry I only have enough for one…”

It was then that T-9866 Prime became simply T-9866. He would not see his twin again for a long time on the physical plane. But like all Dranite Twins they could and would meet soon on the Dream Plane. T-9866 was taken to Master Krona’s house. Master Krona was what he was to call the Waspian.

However, Master Krona’s son, who was five like he, insisted that he call him Choas, his name. T-9866 was amazed at the concept of a name. Master Krona said that his people, the Dranites did take names too. When they came of age, they sought someone who truly cared about them and asked them to give them a name. It was an honor to be a Name. Master Krona said when he was older; he would understand why his people no longer had names.

Choas and T-9866 would play frequently by day, but by night, he was Prime again, and he and Delta would play in their shared dreams. Delta had been taken to the mines. It was awful there. She was a water carrier. She often said he was her strength.

Choas taught him to read and write, and taught him his number and his sister’s, his Mother’s, and Father’s, and all four Grandparents; T-9866 Prime, T-9866 Delta, J-953, K-959, A-21, A-22, B-49, and C-93. He taught Tee, as he called T-9866, what these numbers meant. Letters A through H were of the first Generation. A and B meant they were army warriors and troublemakers. Three of his Grandparents were Army Warriors? Furthermore, A was Legendary Warrior Class. Two of his Grandparents were Legendary Warriors? What did that meant?

C – E meant the Dranite was a member of the Civilian Rebellion of a 100 Dranite years ago. A Rebel? F-H meant they were compliant. The Numbers were Rank in Army or Rebellion. Huh?

I – Q were of the Second Generation. Numbers reflected the order they were they were born. Letters reflected level of Troublemaking. “I” meant a high degree of Troublemaking, while Q meant none what so ever. A “J” and a “K”?

R – Z were to mean the Third Generation. Not all of it was born yet. It was by far the simplest. Tee was the 986th Dranite born on in the T year. It was now the Y year. The Double Six designated he was a Twin. Prime meant he was the Elder Twin. Delta meant a younger female twin, and Beta meant a younger male twin. Gamma for unknown reasons was a forbidden usage.

Choas also taught him arithmetic, science and other basic subjects, as well as right from wrong, as he himself learned it. And time passed quickly for Choas, but not for Tee. Choas grew quickly to ten, while Tee remained five. Choas said this was due to life span differences. He became more like a big brother.

As time passed, Tee grew slowly. And Choas became a Uncle, a Father, even a Grandfather. And when Tee was barely ten Dranite years old, Choas died of old age, and Tee became T-9866 once more. Choas’ children were not so kind. They sent T-9866 out to the Labor Racks, where he was to lift and move 75 lbs. Bricks for 10 hours a day, 9 days a week.

And at the end of each day both he and Delta, who had been moved up to mining duty, were too tired to do anything but hold each other in their dreams.Five long years of this dragged by. They were both lucky not to be crippled in their work. T-9866 now understood the harsh world he lived in.

“Work!” Smack! Went the laser whips. The Dranite slaves trudged from early morning to late in the evenings, carrying their heavy bricks in neat lines. If any fell, all were punished. “We work all day carrying bricks, we are your slaves…” They were forced to sing. T-9866 put his brick down and moved into the line to get another, just before he was yanked out by a Master.

He was being shown off again. “Here’s a nice strong one, as you can see.” Of course! All he had on was a loin cloth, but that was his fate.
“Ah, yes I like him. I will take him.” Oh great. He was being sold. To who and why and what would she (the Human Female Master) do to him?

For the next two years, she stripped him of his dignity – even his loin cloth was gone. He walked around naked in private and public. t was during this time, he met Sorkinof, the Last of the Named. Sorkinof was a legendary hero who refused to be called by his number. It was he who told T-9866 and others of better times… of heroes of courage… of freedom… and T-9866 became absorbed in these stories. To a dangerous point.

One day he was late for his duties, and his Female Master came looking for him. She found the group and reported it. Sorkinof was killed horribly and it was his fault. All of the listeners were forced to watch. Sorkinof gave him a message for a man called Zordon of Eltar. He swore he would take it to him. On Sorkinof’s grave, was placed only the number, A-21… A-21! That was his Mother’s Father! Sorkinof was his Grandfather?

Late that night, he told Delta of the Happenings. “Delta, Sorkinof was our Grandfather!” “No.. he can’t be dead.” “I’m leaving Delta. If it’s the last thing I do. I’m leaving.” “Come back for me. Promise.” “I promise.”

T-9866 spent any of his free time when he had any, during his seventeenth year, stealing (he hated to do it, because Choas taught him it was wrong) supplies for his escape, including clothing.He wasn’t sure besides food, what else he would need. He had never handled weapons and would probably hurt himself before any enemy. He would need a ship, but none but personal ones ever left the planet and they never went anywhere he wanted to go. He’d have to steal one, but he knew he couldn’t fly it… he just have to learn on the fly.

The last night came. He bid farewell to his sister and awoke as he had taught himself to do. He lifted up his cot quietly and opened the panel beneath his bed, pulling out all of his supplies. He dressed silently and packed everything in a brown leather pack, carrying it, tiptoed out of the barracks. He worried not about the Dranites - they were loyal – he worried about the guard Masters. But no one heard him.

He made it even until the Hangar bay, and all the guards were asleep. He got into the cockpit of a small ship and fired it up. THAT woke them up! “SOUND THE ALARM!”He took off to a rocky start, and moved out of the hangar bay running into things. “SLAVE ESCAPE!” He zipped out of the atomosphere and hit the button that said “Hyperdrive”. “Destination?” came the Robotic Voice. “Anywhere but here!”

ZOOM! T-9866 was thrown back against the bulkhead. “Ugh!” He passed out. An hour later the voice woke him up. “Coming out of Hyperdrive. Location: Planet Onyx. Manual Landing Required. Seat belt Advised.” “Now you tell me.” “Losing altitude, Manual Landing Required Immediately.” “What? I can’t fly!” “That is not Ship’s Fault. Pilot should have thought of that beforehand.” “I got a ship that talks back?” “Crash Landing Unavoidable!” Boom!

Everything went black… Swirls here and there… Delta… Beta and Gamma… wait… who and who? Master Krona and Choas… Sorkinof and his mother…


In an unmarked room, T-9866 stirred in his sleep. He groaned, as he began nearing consciousness for the first time in weeks. His wounds had healed, but he was still very weak from the crash; it would be sometime before he would be back to full strength.

A human sat in the chair beside the bed and kept watch of T-9866 noticing that he was showing signs of waking up. He smiled a bit knowing that he was recovering nicely and decided until he was completely awake before speaking to him.

T-9866 opened his eyes slowly, and looked around. He found that for the first time in his life he was clean, he was in a real bed and in a nice room. He had wounds from what had had to have been a crash of the ship he stole… but they were actually dressed and nearly healed. He had been dressed in a gray and blue uniform that was brand new. Sitting next to the bed was a human. He recoiled in fright.

"No need to be afraid." The human said as he looked at him. "You are currently aboard a station used to craft young people like yourself into an elite force known throughout the universe as the Power Rangers. Let me be the first to welcome you here."

T-9866 played with the two unfamiliar words; "Pow-er Ran-gers? What are Power Rangers?" He narrodes his eyes and looked warily at the human. "And why would you want to welcome me?" The 'you' was stressed with a disgusted yet fearful tone.

"Power Rangers are an elite force of people that work together as a team in order to defeat the forces of evil. As evil gets stronger, so do they. The goal of the Power Rangers is to protect the lives of the innocent and bring justice to evil. I'm welcoming you since you're currently on the space station that is being used to train young people to become Power Rangers." The Human said as he looked at T-9866.

Now T-9866 was confused. "People risk their lives to protect others? Why
would they do that? And what happened? How did I get here? The last thing I remember is losing control of that I stol- er borrowed."

"Yes. People risk their lives for the sake of others. There is honor in that. Plus it feels good to know that you've saved lives." The human then sighed softly. "Well you crashed and I wound up finding you amongst the wreckage while I was out on a mission. You were brought here and tended to by some of our medical staff."

Risking your own life for another, that was a new concept. On Dranar, no one ever did... well they once did in ancient myth... Wait this human had saved his life. Why? "Why? Why did you save my life? What use am I to you?"

"I saved your life because it was the right thing to do. I am a Power Ranger, and I won't leave someone to die." The Human said as he continued to look at T-9866. "We don't save lives looking for payment. We do it, because it is the right thing to do. You are free to leave here whenever you like or can stay and become a cadet. I just ask that you don't 'borrow' another ship. Those things are expensive." He said trying to throw a joke in at the end.

T-9866 stared at the human. As he did, he thought back to the his peoples' stories of long ago. They were stories of of Freedom, of Courage, of Hope, of Goodness. Of a time when people fought to the death for all worlds of people. Dranite Warriors would live and die fighting for the sake of the freedom of other worlds light years and light years away, and while they were away, their own world was attacked, burned, and conquered. Millions of warriors fought to the death for Dranor, which was then call Dranon, and yet it still fell to the forces of evil. Dranite warriors returned home to a conquered and were often killed or barred from reentry. It was said that a few of their descendants remained scattered across the Galaxy to this day.

"Is there something wrong?" The human asked noticing that the Dranite was sort of staring into space. T-9866 shook his head and came to at the sound of the human's voice. He looked up at him, "Just thinking... My people were once like that... fighting even unto death for other other worlds... and while they away... the remaining warriors were decimated and our world conquered. My people have been slaves ever since. I've been one my whole life, and I am 19 Dranite years old, which although it is equivolent to 19 Human years of age, I'm pretty sure, it's roughly 214 actual Human years.. I believe, and from what I understand, we have been slaves since before the first Protohuman..."

"I see. Maybe the Admiral will be able to help. Maybe we can free your people from whoever conquered them." The Human said nodding in understanding.

T-9866 slowly sat on the edge of the bed. Not looking at the human. "I'm not sure any of my people know the meaning of freedom anymore. Or want to be freed for that matter. They have mainly become meek obedient slaves who know nothing more than a life of slaves." He was quiet for a minute. "So... what should I call you?"

“I see..." The human said as he looked at T-9866. "My name is Kai Chen. You can call me Kai. What's your name?" He asked as he smiled a little.

Name? T-9866 did not have one. He looked away again. "My people have a unique custom of naming. When we are old enough, we individually seek out a person that we feel cares the most for us, and ask them to give one. It's considered a great honor to be asked to Name. However, lately we haven't had the chance to care for anyone anymore. No one has had a proper name in 4000 years. We all go by serial numbers. Mine is T-9866." He fell silent. He had never done anything for Kai. He had never known Kai, and Kai had never known him. He was a stranger and Kai had cared enough for him to save his life. No had ever cared near as much for him.

"Hmmm..." Kai said as he stroked his chin a little. He was trying to think of a name for him wondering when or if the time would come. T-9866 smiled at him. "Tradition demands that you have until the moment of my death to give it to me." "Really? Well I'm trying to think of one anyways. I want to say Ty, but I don't know…"

T-9866 nodded, "As you wish Master Kai. Will you teach me more of being a Ranger?" "Sure. You're showing interest and that's always a good thing." He said as he smiled to him. "And I've thought of a name for you. How does 'Tenen' sound?" He asked as he looked at him.

"Tenen." Tenen smiled. "It is good. From now on I am Tenen. Thank you Kai."

ZEDD’S PAST
By Ayame Ubi A.K.A DragonRanger

A tall muscular man, with grayish hair waited in silence outside of the white stained corridor, prepared to accept the new addition being brought into his life. The sun shone through the crystal clear window, sunlight was something he’d always seen, but today, somehow it shown differently. It had a unique essence about it in which he’d never witnessed before.

It was late Aprilis(April). The warmth of the two suns in the skies above made the day even more beautiful that it already was.

“Aytiphon, come, quickly!” a voice echoed through the corridor.

Startled from the sudden disturbance, he jumped from his seat and hurried down the long hallway. He could hear the sound of crying, and knew at once that life had welcomed a new addition into its circle.

“You’re the father of a beautiful male,” a young woman dressed in nurses clothing told him.

He glanced down at his wife Lillia who had their son in her arms, and smiled. “He’s beautiful,” he said nervously, not knowing what action he should perform next.

Lillia smiled at him. “You can hold him you know, you are his father,” she said sarcastically.

Aytiphon stretched his arms out towards his son, as Lillia lifted the baby into his arms. He looked down upon his son and smiled at the innocent face that stared back at him. “I’ve never been so happy,” he said smiling at his son. “I love you Lillia.”

“And I love you, Aytiphon,” she grinned. “Now comes the hard part,”

He gave her a puzzled glance, not sure what she meant. “Hard part?” he asked.

“We have to name them, of course.”

“Oh yes, the naming process,” he sighed a breath of relief and glanced down at the child he had in his arms.

She turned to their nameless son, and knew at once what name should be bestowed to him. “I think we’ll name this little guy Zeddic, after the great sorcerer who assisted Master Solaris in the creation of the Morphin Grid,”

“Zeddic,” Aytiphon laughed. “Who knows, maybe someday he’ll be Morphin Masters.” He added sarcastically.

“What’s wrong with that?” she asked looking up at him.


Five years later.

Zedd woke up like normal over the past year. He was in his father’s lab. This day would be like every other, where he would awaken, be injected with a virus his father was working on, and his skin would became a neon-like yellow. His arms stiffened and became more like rocks ripping his clothes all the way to his elbows. He shrieked and cried out in pain wanting it to stop as his face turned gray-ish and hard like a stone. He could feel his body tensing up as he lost feeling to parts of his body. He continued screaming out in pain just wanting it all to end.

Lillia soon walked into the room and looked at the thing that she knew was her son. His form might have changed but his mind was the same. Aytiphon had taken the part of the virus out so that his son would remain as he should. “Come here Zedd,” She called sitting down in the only free chair in the room.

Zedd looked at her scared as he could see out of the corner of his eyes that his father was still in the room with them. “Do as you’re told Zedd,” He called not looking at his son.

Zedd backed away at his father’s tone before walking slowly to his mother. “It’s alright Zedd,” She said placing a hand on his face smiling a bit before injecting the cure into his system.

The pain was the same as before the only different this time around was that his insides felt like they were on fire. He closed his eyes the best he could as his body convulsed. After several hours, he woke up back in his room with his mother sitting beside him on the bed. “When is daddy going to be done?” Zedd asked moving to put his head on her lap.

“I’m not sure sweetheart. He won’t tell me,” Lillia replied messing with his hair a bit as she started to sing a song.

One year later.

Zedd smiled as he looked up at his mother, as the two made their way through the streets. Followed closely behind them were three guards. Every day for the past year, his mother had taken him to the same building on the outskirts of the capital city. She would only take with her the three people that she knew she could trust with them.

Once they had arrived the three would guard the entrance while he and his mother would go inside. Inside the marble building there were statues lining either side of the hallway. Once in the main part of the building there were three rows of booths, with a total of nine booths in each row, with two walkways.

In the center of the front of the room was a much larger statue than the ones in the hall. Today like most days the building his mother called a church was empty except for them and another woman.

“Good day Schala,” Lillia called as she and Zedd made their way to the front.

“Early again I see Lady Lillia,” Schala replied turning around to face them both. “Hello Prince Zeddic.” She added smiling happily when Zedd smiled walking over to her. “Why don’t you take a seat? I need to talk to your mommy for a bit.”

“Ok,” Zedd replied weakly before taking a seat in the front middle row.

Lillia and Schala soon walked into the hallway. “Lord Aytiphon hit him again didn’t he?” Schala asked.

“Yes,” Lillia replied looking down at the ground for a moment. “Aytiphon caught him praying last night. He broke his arm in three places and his jaw. It took me over an hour to repair all the damage.”

“So this is where you have been taking him.”Aytiphon’s voice prevented Schala from speaking. He walked into the church with his sword in his right hand. The blade was covered in blood. “Zedd get your butt out here this minute!” He yelled holding the blade out to the two of them.

Zedd soon appeared in the door way before walking over to his father slowly. Aytiphon looked at his son before turning back to face his wife. “Vikor take my son back to the palace,” Aytiphon ordered.

A human walked into the church behind Aytiphon. He had gold armor on with a design of a spider. He bowed low before taking Zedd by the hand and walking him out of the room.

“Don’t hurt him please,” Lillia begged taking a step forward.

“It’s not him you should be worrying about Lillia,” Aytiphon replied then called. “Silvar take my wife to the dungeon.”

“Yes lord,” Silvar replied walking into the church and putting Lillia in chains before leading her outside.

Aytiphon looked at Schala with disgust before looking behind her. “You’ll be rewarded,” He said before walking out of the room.


Four days later.

Zedd cried has Vikor lead his mother up to the guillotine. His father was holding his arms, forcing Zedd to remain by his father’s side. Vikor kicked behind Lillia’s knees forcing her to drop to them. He then forced her head down into the space and he closed it, locking her head in place.

Aytiphon smiled as he watched Lillia cry. He then looked down at his son as the boy tried his best to get away.

Vikor looked at his lord as he waited for the signal. When he got what he needed, he pulled the lever which forced the blade of the guillotine to drop. “Stop!” Aytiphon called, making Vikor pull the lever up quickly. The blade of the guillotine came to a stop five inches from Lillia’s neck.

“I’ll let you say one last good-bye to your son,” Aytiphon said looking from Zedd to Lillia.
“Mommy,” Zedd cried as he continued to fight to free himself.

“Don’t worry Zedd. I’ll always be with you,” Lillia replied smiling as the blade of the guillotine moved back to sever her head from her body.


80 years later.

Zedd looked at the figure below with great disgust. The people of Zokar had sent him to ask for help with a problem they had been having. At the moment, his father was busy yelling at the man. He really didn’t understand why his father made him stand there.

“Please my lord. The beast has been killing our cattle and taking our women.” The man begged.

“It’s not my concern,” Aytiphon replied getting to his feet and walking out of the throne room.

Zedd let out a sigh as he looked at the man. He then grumbled a moment before calling Scorpina.

“Yes my Prince,” She replied bowing as she came up to stand next to the Zokarian man.

“I want you to go with this man back to Zokar and help him deal with those beasts,” Zedd ordered as he looked at the man for a moment before turning back to face Scorpina.
“Yes my lord,” Scorpina replied.

Several hours later, Aytiphon walked into his son’s room. Zedd was sitting down on a seat joined to the window. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m playing with Drago why?” Zedd answered looking over at his father; his hand stopped petting the baby dragon.

“That’s not what I meant you worthless child. I meant why you sent Scorpina and two small groups of soldiers and ships,” Aytiphon replied as he using his power to pull his son to him.

Once Zedd was close enough to him, Aytiphon sent a large amount of energy through his son’s body. “You’ll regret sending them. You ruined my plans child,” He said as Zedd started to scream out in pain.

After several hours Aytiphon stopped his attack letting Zedd fell to the ground, before kicking him in the side. “If you ever do anything like that again, I’ll do a lot worse than I did today, understand?”

“Yes father,” Zedd replied weakly as he got back to his feet. Aytiphon soon turned to leave but stopped a few feet away from the door.

“Did it ever occur to you that I was the one that sent the beast to Zokar? Do you not think that it is my right as an Emperor to do what I want to those people?” Aytiphon asked before walking out of the room.

“I know that,” Zedd replied softly, looking over at Drago who was staring at him from his seat at the window, “I guess I’ll just have to move my plan up a few months, won’t I?” he added walking back over to the window.

“I know what you have planned my prince but are you sure it’s a good idea?” Silvar asked as he walked in. The silver Titanian warrior bowed low for a moment before looking back up.

“His getting what’s been coming to him for so long,” Zedd replied turning to face the Titanian. “How many years did he use ME for his experiments?” Zedd said his anger showing in his tone.

“Longer then you should have,” Silvar replied then added, “Your father could have easily picked one of the children on Zokar, or an orphanage.”

“Yes he could have. But I was already there. I was the easiest child to get to,” Zedd replied sadly.

“Sadly it would have appeared that way,” Silvar answered before closing the door behind him, just as Scorpina walked into the room. She had a bruise on her face and up her arms. She said nothing as she bowed low and walked over to a wall and sat down against it.

“How many did he kill?” Zedd asked looking over to Scorpina.

“The beast killed half of the ground troopers. Lord Aytiphon killed the rest along with all of the members of the fleet I had taken with me,” Scorpina replied softly.

Zedd sighed before sitting down again, Drago waited for a few moments before moving to lie beside him. “I’ve waited long enough!” Zedd somewhat shouted.

“I know this my prince but your father does have many loyal only to him.” Silvar replied.

“Besides, how do you plan on giving the poison to him?” Scorpina added.

“Easy. He usually has a glass of water next to him when he sleeps. I’ll slip the poison in before he turns in for the night,” Zedd answered, “That’s enough for now. Dinner should be ready any time now.”

It took Zedd only a few moments to enter the dining hall. His father looked at him with disgust for a moment before returning to talking with someone. It took Zedd several minutes before he realized that his father was speaking with Master Vile and his wife Mistress Repugna. He was surprised that a woman like her would marry someone that looked like Vile did. He then spotted two other people. One of which was his age while the other was a few years younger, most likely their children.

“Don’t just stand there,” Aytiphon called looking again at his son. Zedd sighed before moving to take a seat across from Vile.

“So this is your son Aytiphon. He looks nothing like you,” Repugna stated as her icy blues eyes came to rest on Zedd. “These are our children, Rito and Rita,” She added pointing to the two as she called their names.

When Zedd got a better looked at Rito he noticed the right side of his face looked like half of it had been removed, allowing the skull underneath to show.

“He’s beginning his transformation.” Repugna answered the question that had appeared in Zedd’s mind.

‘Sick.’ He thought before nodding his head.

“Have you heard that Zarame and Solaris were killed in an attack on Eltar?” Vile asked looking at Aytiphon.

“Yes I heard. So that takes care of the Silver and Red Morphin Masters. We still have to deal with four,” Aytiphon answered.

“Yes. But we do have an advantage,” Repugna replied.

“Spec known now as Dark Specter of the Cimmerian planet earned the power of transformation, and trained mostly in transforming himself into volcanic rock,” Zedd answered.

“So he does speak,” Repugna said looking at Zedd, “Were did you learn all that?”

“On the Universe Wide Web,” Aytiphon answered. “He spends most of his time looking up useless information.

“That didn’t appear useless to me,” Rito said. “Ed seems to be able to keeps a lot of the information he learns.”

“It’s Zedd you moron,” Zedd replied.

Later that night Zedd entered his father’s room and looked around before walking over to the bedside table and slowly opened a vile that he had pulled out of his pocket. He stopped to look around again before pouring the contents into a glass of water. He then watched as it slowly turned from red back to clear. Noises from behind made him turn and hide. As he did so the door opened as Aytiphon walked into the room.

Zedd watched as he father undressed and got ready for bed. He held his breath as his father picked up the glass and drank some of the content. He then took another look sip. Before claiming into bed, it took a moment for the poison to take effect. Which made Aytiphon sit up in bed quickly, as he tried to, scream out in pain. But nothing came out.

“How does it feel father. To know that you’re in a world of pain, but you can’t do anything or get anyone to help you?” Zedd asked as he came out into the open and with a wave of his hand turned the lights on. He smiled when his father looked at him. “I’ve been planning this for so long. Since my first three plans failed to kill you,” He added coming to a stop just in front of the bed, “All my life you experimented on me or took something that I cared deeply about. Well it’s your turn,” Zedd added as the door behind him opened and Silvar and Scorpina walked in slowly.

Zedd turned to face the two before turning again to face his father. “Don’t think they’ll help you,” He said his voice cold. Zedd’s smile widened as his father’s breathing become slower and slower before the once Lord of Nim fell backwards in the bed and remained where he was unmoving.

100 years later

Zedd smiled as a nurse handed him, his baby girl. He looked down at the green eyed baby. “Have you come up with a name for the little one?” the nurse asked looking up at him.

“Ayame,” Zedd replied holding out a figure to the baby. Who took it in her own hand and smiled.

“She has your nose,” Reina looking up from the bed, her green eyes looked through him like glass.

“And your eyes,” Zedd replied.

“I know,” She replied raise her hand to take Ayame.

“Rest for now Reina. You’ve been through a lot today,” Zedd replied looking from her to the baby

6 years later

Reina smiled as she looked down at her former husband. “I’ve waited so long to do this,” As she fired a shot of and killed a pink Titanian. Zedd watched as the female Titanian fell backwards.

“My Lady, I found her.” A warrior called walking up with 6 year old Ayame.

“Daddy,” She called trying to get free from the man.

“Leave her alone Reina.” Zedd replied trying to get up, but he was being chained down.

“I’ll be taking her with me. She will be raised as a Horathain.” Reina replied looking at Zedd cold before looking at her daughter. “Take her to the ship. I’ll be there momentarily.” She ordered turning back to Zedd.

“With your death the Nimian armies will be destroyed and your empire will fell.” Reina replied raising her weapon again, this time however taking aim at Zedd himself.

Zedd closed his eyes and waited for the blast to hit him. He heard the shot been he was never hit. That’s when a few screams meet his hears. One of which was from Sheira. He opened his eyes to watch in slow motion as his daughter like the Titanian fell backwards. This time however she landed on his lap.

“I’m sorry daddy.” Ayame said weakly looking up at him, as she tried to smile at him. “I didn’t want to see you get hurt daddy.” She added as she spit up blood.

“Ayame,” Zedd called looking down at his daughter sadly trying everything he could to save her. “Just hold on please.”

“I can’t wait daddy.” Ayame replied as her breathing become slower before stopping.

Zedd screamed out as he pulled on the chains that keep him to the ground. His eyes flashed bright red before staying that way. “Get out of my sight. If you’re still on this planet or in my empire I’ll have you killed without question or mercy.”

“I’m really scared.” Reina replied laughing a bit. Before she could say anything more she was flat on her back, blood coming from her right eye.

Zedd was now standing with his staff in hand. Zedd turns to look at her general. “Get her out of my sight or you’ll both die.”

Reina’s general looked at Zedd for a moment before moving quickly to pick her up as they along with all of Reina’s troop’s teleported to the ship that was above the capital. Within moments the ship took off, leaving Zedd to look at his daughter again.

80 years later

Zedd smiled as he watched his two sons playing a game in the courtyard. Sheira was sitting in a chair doing the same as he was. He had the day planned out since he had returned only hours ago.

“You weren’t able to find her we’re you my Lord?” Silvar asked as he walked into his master’s room.

“I know where she is. I just can’t get down to the planet.” Zedd replied.

“Phaedos?” Silvar asked.

“Yes. I’ve sent down as many troops that I wish to spare.” Zedd answered turning away from the window now. “She needs to pay for what she tried to do.”

“Should we increase security?” Silvar asked

“I’ve already given the order on that.” Zedd replied looking back at his sons.

“They don’t know your back do they?”

“No. I was about to go and surprise them.” Zedd answered walking away from the window.

“NOOOOOOOO!” Sheira’s voice made Zedd stop and run back to the window.

Sheira was trapped in a force field, well a hooded man picked up the twins, before teleporting away in a flash of white light. The force field soon dropped and Sheira moved to where the twins had been.

Zedd stood there for a moment before teleporting Silvar and himself down to Sheira’s location. “What happened?” He asked.

“They were just playing and out of now where.” Sheira replied crying as she dropped to the ground. “When they we’re in his hands he turned to me, and said he was sorry but it was for their future.”

80 years later

Zedd smiled as he looked at the crystal in front of him. He had search for it for many years. With it he would have unlimited power, but there was this small rumor about some kind of force field protecting it. He had spent the last few hours he just stood there thinking about what could happen if he moved forward and tried to take the crystal.

Zedd sighed before moving forward and trying to touch the Zeo Crystal. Zedd felt the powers surrounding the crystal surge and watched electricity crackle across its structure, it all seeming to coil, preparing to strike.

The Emperor gritted his teeth, swinging his arms about, trying to turn away from the crystal, he knew now that it was too late. He would feel the wrath of the sorcerers who gave up everything to protect it…

Like the claws of a tiger, forks of lightning shot out from the invisible shield protecting the crystal and tunneled their way into Lord Zedd’s body, surging through his limbs and organs and tearing him apart.

The Emperor screamed, but it was an otherworldly scream, one that echoed about the air and made the hairs on the back of your neck jump out, never mind stands on end. Like a rowing boat trapped within a tempest, his insignificant form was tossed and thrown across the cavern like it was nothing. His name nor his legacy nor his status meant anything to the magical screen that now destroyed him.

133 years later.

"I am Lord Zedd Emperor of all I see."

“Ah. My brave and powerful Lord Zedd, what a pleasant surprise. Welcome . How can I be of service to you?”Rita asked her tone cold. “I will not fail you again.”

"Quiet."

"Those Power Rangers are nothing more than mere infants. You were defeated by children. You dare you call yourself an empress of evil. You have made me very angry. Your days of control are over; there will be no other chances." Zedd called showing his anger.

"Can't we talk?" Rita asked

"Silence! I have spoken." Zedd yelled. "I hereby strip you of the powers you have squandered. Putties, bring our former

"No!"

"You are now and forever more banished from this place and from my sight."

"Please!"

"And now I'll hurl you into the farthest region of the universe."

"It is time to finish off those Power Rangers. Send down MY putties."

16 years later

Zedd looked down at the screen which displayed information about a Ranger Academy. He was surprised that they had posted it up on the Universe Wide Web. But then again, if they wanted more than people from Earth this was the best means. He sat there watching the informational video that was posted and some background information about them, even if he knows a lot already.

He then moved down to the submission form. He sat there a moment thinking about what he had done in the past and if when they did find out it was him, if they would allow him to stay or not. He took in a deep breath before filling out the information was needed and hit submit.

Within a few moments an email appeared.


Three weeks later

Zedd looked down in awe as the station came into view. He was still feeling the effects of the de-aging process he had used to turn back time on him so that he would look like a normal eighteen year old boy.

Once the ship landed, everyone was allowed to leave. He waited so he would be the last one to leave. Once he was sure enough, He got up and took one last look of the ship before looking down at the uniform he now wore.

‘Should I be this nervous?’ he asked himself as he walked off the ship. An hour later, he walked into the red division barracks. He walked through the room looking for the door that bore his name.

Just as he got to his door, another male cadet ran out of his looking shocked and confused. The boy looked at him for a moment before slowly walking back into his room again.

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It was not her fault. It was not her fault to acquire her gift, this... power. It was simply fate that decided it all. Her power is a darkness that resides deep within her soul. It makes up a part of her emotions, her actions, her choices... herself. This is the story of her past. The story of a girl from the city of Silver Hills. A girl by the name of Angelina Moreau. A girl who will become a future Power Ranger.

When I was born, my parents thought of me as the most beautiful and precious child in the world. They thought of me as if I were a gift of god. I was born in the city of Silver Hills California. There, I would be raised for the next seventeen years of my life. And within those seventeen years, my life will change forever...

I was two years old when I was watching some cartoons on TV. I was on the living room floor in front of the TV, happily playing with my toys when suddenly a newsflash had interrupted the cartoon on TV.

'This just in, there has been reports of giant eighty foot monster in the downtown district of Angel Grove, California.' The news reported said. 'So far, the giant creature has destroyed about a couple dozen buildings and has caused millions of dollars in damages.' They showed live footage of the monster in downtown Angel Grove, plumbing buildings left and right. My mother was sitting on the couch in living room, watching me play with my toys as she saw the broadcast. She called my father in the room.
“What's happening?" My father asked.

"It's another monster attack in downtown Angel Grove." My mother replied.

"Monster?" I asked, scared.

'Wait! This just in! The Power Rangers has just arrived!' The live broadcast showed the huge monster and a large robot standing in between a couple of buildings. "Look sweetie, the Power Rangers have come to beat the bad monster!" My mother said to me happily. "The Power Rangers are real superheroes!" She added. "Really? Cool!" I said. I never knew that there were real superheroes before... My parents had always told me that superheroes like Spiderman and Batman were all make believe, but they now told me that there were real superheroes called the Power Rangers...

After a minute or two later, the monster and the robot began fighting each other. The monster and the robot struck each other until the monster was knocked into one of the buildings. The managed to get back on its feet and struggled to move. The robot drew out a sword and struck down on the monster. Wild sparks of lightning surrounded the monster until it fell over and exploded into flames. I cheered.

"Yay Power Rangers!" I said.
My parents smiled.
"When I grow up, I wanna be just like them! Just like the Power Rangers!" I said happily pointing to the TV screen.

My parents chuckled and hugged me.
For the next three years I sat in the living room watching TV whenever the news came on waiting for a breaking news report about a giant monster attacking a city, hoping to see the Power Rangers save the day. I saw four different Power Ranger teams in those three years as they fought to protect the city. I admired them. I cheered for them. I looked up to them. I wanted to become one. I wanted to take down bad guys from terrorizing the city, and soon I would... but little did I know what was about to happen to me... little did I know, that I was about to receive something that risen from the darkness itself...

One day when I was five, my parents decided to go on a date. They decided to have one of my father's friends watch me since one of my relatives would watch me when my parents were away, were all busy. So they got ready and told me to bring some of my toys to play with. I gathered a random assortment of toys and shoved them into my backpack. When I was ready, my parents then drove me down to my dad's friend's house. When we arrived at the house, my dad's friend was standing outside. We got out of the car and walked up to him. "Hi there!" He said happily.

"Hey, we'll be gone for an hour or two, ok?" My dad said.

"Yep." My dad's friend replied.

"If anything happens, please call us, ok?" My mom said.

"No problem."

"Ok Ang, we'll see you later." My mom said to me.

"Ok mommy." I replied. She kissed me on the head and walked with my father to the car and drove off.

My dad's friend looked over to me. "Well come on in sweetie." My dad's friend said as he guided me inside the house.

"Your dad has told me all about you..." He said as I happily skipped into the living room and placed my backpack on the floor and began to play with my toys.

He looked out the living room window. He stared out the window for a while before he closed the blinds.

"Do you know how special you are?" He asked smiling.

"Well... I- I don't know..." I replied confused.

"Well you are..." He then got on the floor and crawled up from behind me. He smiled. "You are so beautiful..." He sat up from behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me passionately on the neck. I jumped up and screamed. I ran for the door.

"GET BACK HERE!" He yelled at me, getting up and grabbing me by the back of my shirt.

I was scared. I cried. I tried to break free from him but with no success. He threw me onto the floor and got on top of me, holding both of my arms tightly.

"You're gonna be a good girl, hear me?" He whispered in my ear.

"I didn't respond. I lay crying on the floor in fear, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. He smacked me across the face.

"HEAR ME?!!" He screamed.

I let out a sharp scream as tried to break free once more. He smacked me across the face again. He begun to take off my clothes. He struck me every time I did not do as I was told or if I tried to escape. He raped me that night... He told me that if I told anyone about this that he would kill me, but I had to tell someone. When my parents picked me up later that night, I remained silent. My parents noticed that something was wrong with me. They thought that I was only tired and needed sleep, but then asked me at home if something was troubling me. I told them what happened. My mom broke down. My dad was furious. "I'M GOING TO KILL THAT ******** SON OF A b***h!" My dad screamed out running out of the house to his car. My mother ran after him and pleaded to stop. My father calmed down.

My parents then called the police and man who raped me was sent to jail, waiting for trial. A couple weeks later, my family went to court. The judge sentenced the man to prison for very long time. He was charged for rape, assault and battery, and child abuse. I never saw him again. I on the other hand was traumatized. I had to go to therapy for the next couple of years. Therapy helped me only a little... I always be haunted by that terrible night... but little that I knew that something changed me that night...

On that fateful night, I was given the power of pure good itself from Zordon's wave of light for he died the same day I was raped...but since I was in the presence of darkness that night, the power corrupted itself and turned into darkness... and now I'm forever cursed...

Two years had passed since that terrible day. I was seven now and in the second grade. I was mentally insecure and unstable. My self-esteem was shattered. Kids made fun of me in school. They made fun of me for breaking down every day in class. I then got mad one day at this kid who made fun of me. My power then awakened and turned me into something I was not. I almost killed had not the Silver Guardians come and stop me. Silver Hills had to keep me secret from the government for they might use me as a weapon. I was not allowed to leave California or the country. I wanted to explore different parts of the world when I got older...

I dreamed of going to Japan, London, Canada, and all these other places that I knew I couldn't ever go to because of my power. It saddened and angered me... I felt I was a beast locked up in a cage...

The spring of 2001 came around and I was soon to turn eight. I continued to watch the news every day in the afternoon like I have been doing for the past six years, waiting to see a ranger battle until one day on the news, a team of five rangers where shown fighting a monster in downtown Silver Hills. I couldn't believe that Power Rangers were fighting only a few miles away from my house. For the remainder of the year I watched them. A few times I could look out my bedroom window and see them fight downtown, near the woods, or near the mountains. Then in late 2001, the rangers simply disappeared. I didn't see them again until in 2002, they appeared again with the rangers from Turtle Cove and then disappeared off the face of the earth again. Eight years later, I would meet them in person; only find out that two of them still existed.

Nine years had passed since I've first seen the rangers from Silver Hills fight. I was seventeen now. I have been bullied and pushed around for years now... I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to escape from all of it... but then one day, I did. One day on the news, they had a special report. This time it wasn't a Power Ranger battle that I expected it to be, but a report on a new Power Ranger academy opening up. I couldn't believe it. I've always wanted to become a Power Ranger... and now I could. The academy was taking applications for new cadets. I told my parents that I would be joining the academy. They looked at me worried at first but they then realized that this could actually help me with my power. They let me sign up. I filled out the application and sent it in. I was then accepted into the academy. A month or two later I was on a ship to the academy, millions of light years away...

There I was placed into the silver division. A week later I befriended a Silver Division sub-commander named Tyzonn. He was probably the first friend I ever had... I soon made more friends. One of them was a Yellow Division cadet named Aztec which then later on became my boyfriend. I had no idea that I would ever trust anybody like that after what happened to me all those years ago, but I knew he wasn't like the boys that I fell for and thought I could trust but then crushed my heart for their own amusement...

And so now I am training at the Power Ranger Academy as a Silver Division cadet. I don't know what the future has in store for me, but I'll be ready to take on anything that comes across.