CroweXV
08-08-2003, 05:58 PM
What Life Brings-Eyes Opened-Chapter 1
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Disney owns Power Rangers, but as for now, I own all the characters and concepts for this Saga, all characters from the TV series are Disney’s property also, but I’m not making any money off it, so I guess it’s cool. Please E-mail me or Review with criticism. Chapter 1 is told from Brian’s point of view, picking up right where the prologue left off.
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Here’s how it was told to me. Reseveret was a great warrior, almost nine years ago, he was responsible for saving all of mankind, but his story was slowly forgotten. In fact, he doesn’t even remember all of it, bits and pieces at most. The powers he used to take on the great evil that he did were impressive, but extremely unstable. And over time he began to lose his memory and his health deteriorated. The only way to save him was to place his consciousness into a cyborg, until such a time that his body would be able to be restored. On occasion, even now, his memory takes a leave of absence, but much less so than while his humanity was still around.
Time and time again, Earth has been threatened by warlords, aliens, even our own pollution, but now it’s threatened by one of our own. A human has risen against the tides of the population with the intent of conquering our race and forcing a new way of life upon us. His way, I only know him as Shadow; Reseveret knew him before, at least he thinks he did, but he doesn’t remember his human identity.
Shadow is a genius. He harnessed the power of the island in the middle of the pond. The island, as a story of the Pawtucket Native American Tribe says, was once a princess who was to be wed to a suitor of whom she did not approve. She turned herself into a giant swan and settled in the middle of the lake, where she once again shape-shifted forming the islet. Geologists however, believed that in a war with a neighboring tribe, the chief of the Pawtucket sunk a large diamond of immense power to the floor of the lake. Over time, the powerful current that used to run through the river that the lake formed from built up a huge deposit of dirt that, over time, formed the island.
Shadow found a way to get to the diamond and powers nearly everything he needs with it. No one is truly sure of why he’s doing what he’s doing. Reseveret knows that before Shadow became, well, what he is today, he was a force for good, and one of the best at that too. It’s an educated guess that no one knows who Shadow is, or what he’s planning.
About three weeks ago, the diamond was taken from the bottom of the pond. Shadow’s energy signature was all that was left for anyone to trace. That’s when Reseveret found me, or rather I found him. I had my collie, Sligo, out for a walk, I was walking around the pond when I saw a purple flash rush out of the water. Then, poof, as quick as I saw it, it vanished. And as quick as that happened, we were gone.
Sligo and I ended up in the Chamber. Reseveret found the closest person to the diamond as soon as it was disturbed, hoping it was Shadow. Even though it was a short teleport, the power he used getting me there deleted a little more of his memory banks. Enough so that he began spilling his story to me without knowing me. It kind of felt like destiny though, that chill down my spine, that’s when Sligo started barking, and I noticed the view screen. It had the specs up for something that I almost felt drawn to. He explained that it was the Emerald Dragon Morpher, powered by an emerald comparable in power to the diamond that was buried beneath Horn Pond. That’s when the sirens began to blare; a monster began attacking Woburn, and was ravaging the city. The morpher materialized in his hand; the gold background with the silver lettering called out to me through the dragon shaped emerald set in the center of the power morpher. He more or less pleaded with me to take it because he didn’t know what to do, and he wanted to make sure that before all of his memories were gone, someone would be able to protect Earth from the Shadow.
The whole time, I thought I passed out or something, and I didn’t believe a word of it. Pinching myself just wasn’t working, but, when he placed the morpher in my hand, I felt it. It was like finding everything I was missing…well, almost everything. That rush, it poured over me and through my veins, it just felt right, and it made me feel that maybe some things in this world are right. That’s why I accepted. That’s why I morphed and became the Emerald Dragon Ranger.
For a second or two, but for what seemed like an hour, I got the chance to look over myself. My body was covered in black spandex with kelly green stripes going up the side; I had white boots and gloves with two hunter stripes rounding the edges. I had a gold shield covering my chest, ending at the midpoint of my sternum with a spade point. The point sent a kelly green triangle pointing toward my white belt, ending at the morpher belt buckle. The screen showed me the rest. My head was covered by a black helmet with a neon green visor taking the shape of a dragon’s face. The dragon’s steel blue eyes matched my own, and two black plates tangented the rear of my head, the points facing the sky. An emerald in the shape of a diamond crested in the middle above my eyes. The green triangle also pointed downward touching my belt on my back. The shield rounded on my back, and on the front was an insignia of a symmetrical four-toed dragon claw etched in.
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I teleported, this time under my own power, to the small beach on the far side of the pond that was overrun with tall grass. The old parking lot was ravaged, and a few broken skateboards were scattered across the destruction. A red skinned warrior sent a missed optic blast towards a kid that was running away; his sword glowed fire of the sun shining above, his yellow eyes were creeping death. He was one of the most intimidating people, if you could call him a person, that I’ve ever seen. He wore a black cape drenched over a yellow and gold upper body armor, and almost a blood flavored Roman kilt, his fiery hair was cropped short to his skull, almost the length of mine. When I say fiery, I mean it literally, Solcano is a fear inspiring being, and an awesome fighter. He matched me, unarmed, blow for blow.
“Don’t worry, Ranger, Shadow sent me, he anticipated that blundering idiot, Reseveret’s use of the Emerald Dragon Morpher. I’m surprised he chose a human to try and defeat me however worthy an opponent you are,” he spat at me.
I really didn’t know how to respond, but a voice came from the back of my mind, telling me that I could take him out, it almost sounded like a cross between my father and me. “This is the end of the line for you, buddy. I’m the Emerald Dragon Ranger, remember that, because everyone’s going to want to know who whipped your ass,” I shot back.
“A newly christened Power Rangers dares to pose a threat to me? Solcano? My name strikes fear in many a person more powerful than you can ever hope to become.”
“Talk is cheap, come with it or go home.”
“Yes, enough talking, Ranger,” he began to charge me as he yelled.
That’s when I heard the voice again, Call for the Emerald Scimitar! it called.
“Emerald Scimitar!” I roared, obeying the voice. I outstretched my hand and there it appeared, just like that, a blade that glowed as green as the emerald on my helmet, the gold and black hilt ended in a gold dragon’s head which roared in my mind, telling me that I could do it again. I wielded the awe-inspiring sword with an ease that I didn’t comprehend until after the battle. The voice in my head it was part of a core consciousness of everyone who had ever wielded the power, and it taught me how to use my arsenal to take care of Solcano. But teaching and applying are two different things.
Solcano is a great swordsman, and we clashed blades over and over again, finally he took a swipe at my legs. I jumped and spring-boarded off of his steel, and sent a spin kick across his face, drawing blood from his lips. Tasting his own blood his eyes began to glow, followed by his weapon slashing violently at me. I managed to parry until I took a knee to the gut, and then a back hand to the face, sending me back a good ten yards. I regained my footing only to be blasted back, clear across the parking lot, by an optic blast. “Take care, Ranger, we shall meet again.”
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“That’s what happened the first time I morphed,” Brian concluded the origins of his Rangerdom.
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Disney owns Power Rangers, but as for now, I own all the characters and concepts for this Saga, all characters from the TV series are Disney’s property also, but I’m not making any money off it, so I guess it’s cool. Please E-mail me or Review with criticism. Chapter 1 is told from Brian’s point of view, picking up right where the prologue left off.
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Here’s how it was told to me. Reseveret was a great warrior, almost nine years ago, he was responsible for saving all of mankind, but his story was slowly forgotten. In fact, he doesn’t even remember all of it, bits and pieces at most. The powers he used to take on the great evil that he did were impressive, but extremely unstable. And over time he began to lose his memory and his health deteriorated. The only way to save him was to place his consciousness into a cyborg, until such a time that his body would be able to be restored. On occasion, even now, his memory takes a leave of absence, but much less so than while his humanity was still around.
Time and time again, Earth has been threatened by warlords, aliens, even our own pollution, but now it’s threatened by one of our own. A human has risen against the tides of the population with the intent of conquering our race and forcing a new way of life upon us. His way, I only know him as Shadow; Reseveret knew him before, at least he thinks he did, but he doesn’t remember his human identity.
Shadow is a genius. He harnessed the power of the island in the middle of the pond. The island, as a story of the Pawtucket Native American Tribe says, was once a princess who was to be wed to a suitor of whom she did not approve. She turned herself into a giant swan and settled in the middle of the lake, where she once again shape-shifted forming the islet. Geologists however, believed that in a war with a neighboring tribe, the chief of the Pawtucket sunk a large diamond of immense power to the floor of the lake. Over time, the powerful current that used to run through the river that the lake formed from built up a huge deposit of dirt that, over time, formed the island.
Shadow found a way to get to the diamond and powers nearly everything he needs with it. No one is truly sure of why he’s doing what he’s doing. Reseveret knows that before Shadow became, well, what he is today, he was a force for good, and one of the best at that too. It’s an educated guess that no one knows who Shadow is, or what he’s planning.
About three weeks ago, the diamond was taken from the bottom of the pond. Shadow’s energy signature was all that was left for anyone to trace. That’s when Reseveret found me, or rather I found him. I had my collie, Sligo, out for a walk, I was walking around the pond when I saw a purple flash rush out of the water. Then, poof, as quick as I saw it, it vanished. And as quick as that happened, we were gone.
Sligo and I ended up in the Chamber. Reseveret found the closest person to the diamond as soon as it was disturbed, hoping it was Shadow. Even though it was a short teleport, the power he used getting me there deleted a little more of his memory banks. Enough so that he began spilling his story to me without knowing me. It kind of felt like destiny though, that chill down my spine, that’s when Sligo started barking, and I noticed the view screen. It had the specs up for something that I almost felt drawn to. He explained that it was the Emerald Dragon Morpher, powered by an emerald comparable in power to the diamond that was buried beneath Horn Pond. That’s when the sirens began to blare; a monster began attacking Woburn, and was ravaging the city. The morpher materialized in his hand; the gold background with the silver lettering called out to me through the dragon shaped emerald set in the center of the power morpher. He more or less pleaded with me to take it because he didn’t know what to do, and he wanted to make sure that before all of his memories were gone, someone would be able to protect Earth from the Shadow.
The whole time, I thought I passed out or something, and I didn’t believe a word of it. Pinching myself just wasn’t working, but, when he placed the morpher in my hand, I felt it. It was like finding everything I was missing…well, almost everything. That rush, it poured over me and through my veins, it just felt right, and it made me feel that maybe some things in this world are right. That’s why I accepted. That’s why I morphed and became the Emerald Dragon Ranger.
For a second or two, but for what seemed like an hour, I got the chance to look over myself. My body was covered in black spandex with kelly green stripes going up the side; I had white boots and gloves with two hunter stripes rounding the edges. I had a gold shield covering my chest, ending at the midpoint of my sternum with a spade point. The point sent a kelly green triangle pointing toward my white belt, ending at the morpher belt buckle. The screen showed me the rest. My head was covered by a black helmet with a neon green visor taking the shape of a dragon’s face. The dragon’s steel blue eyes matched my own, and two black plates tangented the rear of my head, the points facing the sky. An emerald in the shape of a diamond crested in the middle above my eyes. The green triangle also pointed downward touching my belt on my back. The shield rounded on my back, and on the front was an insignia of a symmetrical four-toed dragon claw etched in.
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I teleported, this time under my own power, to the small beach on the far side of the pond that was overrun with tall grass. The old parking lot was ravaged, and a few broken skateboards were scattered across the destruction. A red skinned warrior sent a missed optic blast towards a kid that was running away; his sword glowed fire of the sun shining above, his yellow eyes were creeping death. He was one of the most intimidating people, if you could call him a person, that I’ve ever seen. He wore a black cape drenched over a yellow and gold upper body armor, and almost a blood flavored Roman kilt, his fiery hair was cropped short to his skull, almost the length of mine. When I say fiery, I mean it literally, Solcano is a fear inspiring being, and an awesome fighter. He matched me, unarmed, blow for blow.
“Don’t worry, Ranger, Shadow sent me, he anticipated that blundering idiot, Reseveret’s use of the Emerald Dragon Morpher. I’m surprised he chose a human to try and defeat me however worthy an opponent you are,” he spat at me.
I really didn’t know how to respond, but a voice came from the back of my mind, telling me that I could take him out, it almost sounded like a cross between my father and me. “This is the end of the line for you, buddy. I’m the Emerald Dragon Ranger, remember that, because everyone’s going to want to know who whipped your ass,” I shot back.
“A newly christened Power Rangers dares to pose a threat to me? Solcano? My name strikes fear in many a person more powerful than you can ever hope to become.”
“Talk is cheap, come with it or go home.”
“Yes, enough talking, Ranger,” he began to charge me as he yelled.
That’s when I heard the voice again, Call for the Emerald Scimitar! it called.
“Emerald Scimitar!” I roared, obeying the voice. I outstretched my hand and there it appeared, just like that, a blade that glowed as green as the emerald on my helmet, the gold and black hilt ended in a gold dragon’s head which roared in my mind, telling me that I could do it again. I wielded the awe-inspiring sword with an ease that I didn’t comprehend until after the battle. The voice in my head it was part of a core consciousness of everyone who had ever wielded the power, and it taught me how to use my arsenal to take care of Solcano. But teaching and applying are two different things.
Solcano is a great swordsman, and we clashed blades over and over again, finally he took a swipe at my legs. I jumped and spring-boarded off of his steel, and sent a spin kick across his face, drawing blood from his lips. Tasting his own blood his eyes began to glow, followed by his weapon slashing violently at me. I managed to parry until I took a knee to the gut, and then a back hand to the face, sending me back a good ten yards. I regained my footing only to be blasted back, clear across the parking lot, by an optic blast. “Take care, Ranger, we shall meet again.”
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“That’s what happened the first time I morphed,” Brian concluded the origins of his Rangerdom.