The crisp morning air was still as Tommy Oliver jogged along the dew-laden field, the distant sound of birdsong breaking the silence. As the sun's golden rays spilled over the horizon, a glint of green caught his eye. It shimmered faintly, standing out like sore thumb.
locked onto the source of the glow—a radiant green orb, suspended in a metallic frame that seemed alive.
The orb pulsed softly, its vibrant green light spilling over the jagged walls. Tommy moved closer, drawn to its otherworldly allure. As he approached, the details of the artifact became clearer. The orb's surface was etched with intricate, maze-like patterns, their complexity both mesmerizing and disorienting. It was as if the designs told a story, one written in a language long forgotten by time.
The metallic frame holding the orb seemed to have grown around it, not forged but formed. The dark bronze metal appeared weathered, its surface marked by the passage of eons. Jagged tendrils extended outward from the frame, curling and twisting like roots seeking to protect the treasure within. It resembled molten lava frozen mid-flow, an organic blend of nature and raw energy.
Tommy slowed to a halt, his breathing steady but his heart quickening. Something about the gleaming object drew him in—a magnetic pull he couldn't resist. He crouched to find a crystal embedded in the soil, its surface smooth and flawless, etched with an intricate carving of a dinosaur. The faint green glow it emitted pulsed rhythmically, almost as if it were alive.
At a distance Goladar watched everything in excitement. As Tomm picked it up and his fingers brushed against the crystal, a jolt shot through his body like a lightning strike. His vision blurred, and his surroundings melted into nothingness. Darkness consumed him.
When Tommy's senses returned, he found himself standing in a void, suspended between time and space. A soft, otherworldly glow illuminated the darkness, revealing a figure that seemed to emerge from the shadows.
Before him stood a woman, her presence both regal and menacing. Her sharp, angular features were adorned with intricate green designs that coiled across her skin, resembling vines etched into her very being. The glowing patterns pulsed faintly, adding an alien-like mystique to her already imposing figure. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto Tommy, their intensity unwavering, cutting through the dimness like twin beacons.
Her sleek dark hair cascaded down one shoulder in a waterfall of shimmering strands, partially pulled back to reveal a crown-like headpiece woven seamlessly into her armor. She wore a vivid green suit that seemed to breathe, its organic plates shifting slightly as though alive. Around her neck, a coiled choker of vine-like strands completed her ominous yet majestic appearance.
Tommy's breath hitched. He knew this face—he'd seen it splashed across headlines and grainy photos of destruction.
"You…" he muttered, his voice a mix of disbelief and anger. "You're the woman who attacked Angel Grove. Rita Repulsa. Where am I?"
The corners of Rita's lips curled into a sly smirk, her voice dripping with mockery. "So I am famous. Good to know my reputation precedes me." She gestured around them with an elegant wave of her hand. "This is your mind space, dear Tommy. And I'm here to make a proposition."
Tommy's stance shifted, his muscles tense as he glared at her. "What do you want from me?"
Rita's smirk faded, replaced by a glint of malice in her eyes. "I want you to destroy the Power Rangers," she said, her voice like poison laced with honey. "Those pesky brats who dared to stand against me."
Tommy's fists clenched at his sides as he shook his head. "I won't do it. They're heroes—protectors of Angel grove."
Rita tilted her head, a cruel smile forming on her lips. "Oh, Tommy, sweet, naive Tommy. The moment you touched that crystal, you lost the luxury of choice."
Before Tommy could react, Rita moved faster than his eyes could follow, closing the distance between them in an instant. She pressed a finger against his forehead, her touch burning with dark energy. Tommy screamed as her power coursed through him like molten fire, tearing through his defenses.
As Rita stepped back, her expression triumphant, Tommy's body trembled. His head hung low, his breathing ragged. Then, slowly, he lifted his gaze. His once warm, brown eyes now glowed an ominous green, their light cold and unyielding.
Rita chuckled darkly, her voice echoing through the void. "You are mine now, Green Ranger."
While at the sametime, the morning sun cast long shadows as Kimberly perched silently atop Alex's home, her movements swift and precise. With a practiced grace, she slipped through the open window of his room, landing noiselessly on the carpeted floor. The faint sound of running water reached her ears, and she smirked, her eyes sweeping the room.
Her gaze fell on the slightly ajar bathroom door, steam curling into the air. The water shut off, and moments later, Alex stepped out, a towel slung low around his waist, droplets glistening on his toned physique. His damp hair clung to his forehead as he paused, spotting Kimberly lounging casually on the edge of his bed.
"Well, this is a surprise," he said, one brow arched in bemusement.
Kimberly's grin widened, her eyes unabashedly trailing over him. "I must say," she quipped, her voice tinged with mischief, "I'm really liking the view."
Alex chuckled, running a hand through his wet hair. "Is that so?"
She leaned back, crossing her legs. "Oh, very much."
He shook his head, gesturing for her to leave. "Alright, enjoy the show later. I need to change."
Kimberly waved a dismissive hand, her tone teasing. "Go ahead. It's nothing I haven't seen before."
Alex let out a resigned sigh, his hand on the wardrobe. "Kimberly, turn around and close your eyes."
Rolling her eyes dramatically, she turned her back but couldn't resist sneaking a peek as he changed. Catching her in the act, Alex gave her a pointed look over his shoulder. "Kimberly…"
She laughed lightly, feigning innocence. "Fine, fine! No peeking."
As Alex pulled on his shirt, he glanced over at her. "Why'd you sneak into my room anyway?"
Kimberly's playful demeanor shifted, her tone growing serious. "I needed to talk to you. This morning... I woke up with this overwhelming sense of dread, like something bad is coming."
Alex stiffened, his hands pausing mid-motion. "You too?" he murmured, his eyes narrowing. "I felt it too."
She turned to face him, her expression grim now. "It's not just us, is it?"
He shook his head, his jaw tightening. "No. This has to be a warning from the Power Coins."
A tense silence filled the room as the weight of their shared premonition settled between them. The air seemed heavier, a storm looming just beyond the horizon.
Kimberly met his gaze, her voice firm. "We need to tell the others."
Alex nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Then let's find out what's coming. Together."