Everything within sight was a ruin. Buildings had crumbled, fires burning everywhere, and the entire scene was permeated with the sense of death. It was utter destruction, nothing having survived. It was the worst nightmare anyone could witness, what most of humanity prayed never came to pass.

Something stirred within the desolation. Walking through the ruins was a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years of age. His dark brown hair and blue eyes looked about, surveying the destruction that surrounded him. There was a terrible laugh that echoed through the air, causing him to turn and look upwards toward the sky. Standing atop the ruins of a tall building was a woman, her features shadowed, but her hair was visible; a bright soft silvery white, fluttering in the dry wind while her laugh continued to fill the once silent air.

The young man was not fearful. He felt that he knew this woman, but she did not seem to notice him. It was like to her, he wasn't really there, and he watched as a humanoid form with wings appeared beside her, carrying a large sword and unleashing destruction down upon the city in the form of fire from its eyes. More explosions tore up from where those burst of flame impacted, and the wails of the dying could be heard now breaking their silence.

The young man raced toward the ruins where those vile beings stood. He felt himself change, transforming into what he knew as the form of a red skinned tyrannosaurus-rex, and a powerful roar issued from deep in his chest. It was then that the woman and her companion took notice. She gave a call, the ground shook, and a green dragon rose from under the rubble of the city. At first, it seemed to stand between the tyrannosaurus and his enemy, but then turned to face the woman and roared at her. The sky turned red as blood as fire rained down, but other animal cries joined them in the call to battle.

And as he snapped up with a yell, a peel of thunder crashed from outside the window. Rain could be heard hitting the glass pane, and as he breathed heavily, the young man reached up to grab his face. He was covered in cold sweat, but he was still human. It had just been a terrible nightmare, but one that felt all too real, almost as if warning him of something. His eyes went toward the nearby digital clock; it was two in the morning.

"Jason, are you okay?"

The boy turned toward his bedroom door. His scream must have woken up his parents. "I'm fine," he replied, though he wasn't so sure considering how real that dream had felt. His hand came over his chest; his heart was still racing. "Just...just a bad dream, that's all."

He sighed, falling back against his pillow as he breathed in deep and slow. Only matter of hours before he had to be up and ready for school. His heart would not stop pounding, and for a moment or so, the boy almost considered that what he had seen was not a dream at all. But he had transformed into a dinosaur, something that was completely ridiculous! He was probably just having bad dreams from all the studying he had been doing for school. "Watched too many dino documentaries for the report," he muttered, trying to get back to sleep.

The attempt to get any meaningful sleep had been lost on Jason, as he found himself almost dozing off in class when he got to school. By the time lunch had rolled around, he had resorted to about five cans of mountain dew just to finally wake up completely. That had not gone un-noticed by his friends.

"Hey Jas!" came the call from a young black boy, who quickly sat down next to Jason as he was holding his head. "You okay, man? You looked like you were about to pass out in Applebee's math class."

A nod of agreement as he went back to sipping the soda. "I feel like I'm ready to pass out," he stated just before rubbing his eyes. "Had the weirdest dream last night, woke me up at like two in the morning." He sighed, trying to drive the memory off, but it would not leave him alone. "Zach...you ever had one of those dreams where it felt so real, you could swear it really happened if you didn't know better?"

"Yeah, it's called me getting with Angela before the next century," Zach said as he began digging into the lunch he had bought at the cafeteria line. After gulping down, he shrugged. "It's probably nothing to worry about, Jas, you been working yourself really hard lately." After another bite, Zach raised a brow, noting the weary look in Jason's eyes. "Man, you sure you ain't been doing the martial arts thing too much? I know it's your life, but you could seriously mess yourself up by pushing it."

With a sigh, Jason shook his head. While he did made something more a piority than others, he was not trying to burn himself out. Something just really bothered him about that dream. "I don't know. It felt so real...it was like like looking at the end of the world."

That got a raised brow from Zach as he listened. "End of the world?"

"Yeah." Jason took a deep breath before continuing. "Everywhere I looked, it was the whole city in ruins, and the entire sky was red. I see this woman standing on the ruins, laughing, and then i turn into a friggin' dinosaur and run after her."

That got a weirded out expression from Zach. He looked at the can in Jason's hand, then back at his friend's face. "Okay, lay off the dino movies and the caffeine, Jas. I think you overdid it with Burgman's report."

Again, Jason sighed, but he wasn't convinced. Something kept bothering him about that dream, and he had the feeling that he was going to find out why soon enough.

Day of the Nemesis

Deep within space, a large cylindrical object drifted inwards toward Earth. It was ancient, covered in what looked to be a series of restraining locks and compressors and pitted with the dents of millennia of impacts. It floated through the vacuum, almost aimless save the general direction of the blue and green planet third from the sun. On its current course, it would pass Earth and head for the sun itself. Yet, as it continued on, it suddenly shifted in course, now catching in the Earth's magnetic field.

Suddenly, the object began to gain speed, hurling toward Earth and intersecting with the gravity of the moon. Now heading on a collision course with the small satellite planetoid, the object came crashing down into the moon, sending a column of dust and debris about from the resulting crater.

Unlike the rest of the moon, the dust slowly, but definitely, moved as if caught in a breeze, and though covered by the blackness that was the earth's shadow, there was something else there. What little light that was slowly starting bleed onto the moon showed the outline of an ancient ruin, one that almost seemed to be the source of the small, but definite, bubble of atmosphere on the moon.

The object seemed to have survived its final stop fully intact, until the locks were revealed to have cracked. Suddenly, there was a burst of light, red in color, and the restraints exploded away, allowing the object to open up and reveal living beings within it. One, a squat little blue skinned creature clad in black, looked about as it crawled out of what had been its prison. It was followed by a tall and slim black skinned humanoid creature that bore a passing resemblance to an earthen bat, though its face was pale and white.

"Wow!" the stocky short alien exclaimed, realizing that they were able to breath out here in the depths of space, on a planetoid that should not have been surrounded by an atmosphere. "This is great! We're finally free!"

"Oh happy days indeed!" the tall alien agreed, now turning back toward their former prison. Emerging from within was a wizened and ancient looking alien covered with flowing grey fur. The newest one to emerge was dressed in attire that would make one think of a cobbler or toy maker, and on his face were what appeared to be glasses. He had a kindly demeanor to his appearance, almost like some kind of grandfatherly person.

A fourth figure came out of the prison, though this one contrasted greatly to the others. Clad in golden armor, the alien had a black mane of hair and blue skin, while his face was similar in appearance to a lion. On his back were great black wings, the structure of which were covered as well with armor. On his side, held in a sheath, was a large broadsword, and his red glowing eyes looked about, surveying the nearby ruins before turning back to the prison chamber.

"Mistress," he growled, giving a bow as a fifth and final figure emerged from within the chamber. His wings shifted slightly, and his ears noted the deep breath the female form took as she stepped onto the gray powder covered surface of the moon. "We are free."

The woman, very human in her appearance, looked out at their new surrounding. It was dark, almost pure black, and her eyes could not see as well as those of her alien companions. Lifting the staff in her hand, she cried out a word, and the red sphere that was upon the staff flared with light, now shining out to fill the area. She smiled, her silvery white hair shifting from the faint wind that blew about. The two cloth panels that served the functions of a dress banner fluttered as she walked toward the ruins, while her lilac eyes gave a glint of satisfaction.

"It's been too long," she stated, her voice silky and smooth, though it did not hide the malicious intent behind her. "How long have we been locked in that chamber, Finster?"

The gray furred creature pulled out some kind of device that projected the image of what look to be an advacus. The various "beans" on the projection quickly moved about in the formulation of calculations. "By calculations, my lady, based on the position of the stars and of the planets of the Sol System, it would seem that we have been imprisoned within the Nemesis Chamber for approximately ten thousand years."

The woman narrowed her eyes. She looked upwards toward the Earth, contemplating this turn of events. "Ten thousand years," she whispered. A growl escaped her lips as she turned toward her minions, very much not happy. "We have been floating around in the asteroid belt, trapped in that that hellhole of a prison for ten thousand years! Our master will have expected Gaea be under our complete control by now, and we haven't been able to do a damn thing since that bastard Zordon stuck us in there!"

The golden armored creature nodded. "We must hurry if we are to resume our progress, Mistress, though we may be fortunate, and in the ten thousand years since we we imprisoned, Zordon may long be dead."

The woman snorted as she turned toward the ruins. She knew better than to hope for such. It would be her luck that the aforementioned "Zordon" was alive and well, and still maintaining contact with Earth in his own way. Her own last act before she had been imprisoned had more than likely insured it. "We need to establish operations once more," she ordered, now turning her gave toward the stout dwarven alien and his tall thin companion. "Squatt, Baboo!"

"Yes, Mistress Rita!" the two cried out in haste as they run to bow before her, but ended up tripping over each other.

The woman glowered, but said nothing of her minion's bumbling clumsiness. "Make haste to that palace and prepare it for our occupation. We'll need a fitting place of command to begin the conquest of Gaea!"

The two bumblers quickly scrambled to their feet and hurried toward the ruins. The gray furred creature, Finster, gave a sigh and began rummaging through the crack open Nemesis Chamber to gather what they had left of their own belongings. "I'll find a suitable place to set up my workshop, my lady," he said, making his way toward the palace.

The gold armored alien, as he shifted his wings, rested his hand on the pommel of his sword while taking the steps to stand beside his mistress. "Our master will not be please should he return and find that Gaea is still not under our control."

The woman nodded. She knew that they had to hurry. If Earth was still not under the control of their forces after this long, something had happened to the others she knew that had interests in this planet. "Zedd will not return to find us doing nothing. We will conquer Gaea, Goldar." She sighed, though as she reflected on her master, there was a gleam in her eyes that overpowered the malicious intent in her. "I...I must prove myself to him, that I am...worthy of his-"

"We are his servants!" Goldar hissed, though it earned him a very angry expression from the woman. "Rita, don't forget that while you may regard him in a certain way, he is your master, and will never return those affections!"

"Do not see fit to lecture or chastise me, Goldar!" she bellowed, suddenly appearing more frightful as a wind rushed about her and caused her hair to billow out. "I am in charge of our mission, you will not presume to give me commands or act as if you are my superior!" A flick of her wrist, and the staff in her hand was thrust out to unleash a blast of energy bolts that forced Goldar to his knees. His wings began to flicker before molting away, and as the creature was able to rise to his feet again, Rita snarled angrily. "Consider the loss of your wings as punishment for forgetting your place!"

With that, she turned toward the ruins, walking across the dusty surface of the moon while Goldar was recovering from the magical removal of his wings. He let out a growl as he finally stood upright again, then started on his way toward the palace. "Very well," he hissed, now clutching the hilt of his sword in attempt to fight down his anger. "I shall bow...for now..."

As the school day wound down, Jason was finally able to wake up completely, though his dream still bothered him despite Zach's assurances to just forget about it. He sighed as he walked down the main steps of the school entrance, heading for the parking lot. With his hand pulling out a set of keys from his pocket, Jason made his way toward a red four-door car. He had somewhere to be soon, and it would not make his day any better for him to be late.

As he got in the driver's seat, Jason breathed in deep. That vision of destruction would not leave him alone no matter how much he tried to distract his mind from it. He should not shake the feeling that something horrible was about to happen soon.

"Zach's probably right," he muttered as he started the engine and began driving out of the parking lot. "Way too much caffeine and movies."

Maneuvering through traffic, Jason drove his way into the lot of the local youth center. He brought his car to a halt, locked in the brake, then got out. He felt a wave of dizziness as he was forced to grab the car door in order to stay standing. Something really didn't feel right. He managed to regain his footing, now heading to the back of his car and opening up the trunk to pull out a black sports bag. "Maybe I should take the day off," he mused while locking up his car and heading for the doors of the youth center. "Definitely not on the top of my game."

Walking inside the building, Jason was greeted by the familiar sound of a full center. Music was playing over the speakers, keeping an upbeat mood while the people inside occupied themselves. In one corner was an arcade, racked with some of the latest games while a gym area was off to the other side of the building. At the center of the back wall was a wet bar, where a portly man was busy taking orders while trying to get everything made. Jason directed himself toward the gym area, setting his bag down and sitting to open it.

Over by the edge of the mats, a slim girl not far from Jason's age was practicing katas, controlling her breathing with precision. Her black hair was tied back in a bun, her brown eyes showing her discipline and self-control. He watched her for a while, then remembered he had to get ready before too long. "Easy, Jas," he whispered to himself as he headed for the locker rooms to change. "Find a better time to talk to her."

Most of the ancient palace had been cleared up by the time Rita finally set foot inside the ruins. Despite their limited intelligence, Squatt and Baboo followed orders. That much credit could be given to them, she had to admit. Still, there was something not right about the feeling she got within the ancient castle. "It feels like the dead linger here," she stated as she walked down the main stairs of what appeared to be a foyer. Goldar was right behind her, and he seemed very on edge, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly. He felt it too.

"Something terrible happened here," he concluded, noting that there was a large strain of what looked like blood on one wall. "Squatt, Baboo...did you even try to clean that off?"

There was a rapid nod from the two bumblers. "We tried for half an hour!" Squatt exclaimed in their defense. "The blood won't come off! And then there's..." He stopped almost afraid to continue. He looked up at Baboo, who nodded in silent agreement.

"There's what?" Rita asked, not sure if she truly wanted to know. That's when they heard the yell of shock from Finster, who came running out of the grand hall. From the horrified expression in his eyes, there was something wrong. "Finster? What is it?"

The gray furred alien was panting for breath, unsure if he wouldn't have a heart-attack in one of his four hearts from what he saw. "Bodies, everywhere!" he cried. Judging form how Squatt and Baboo were backing away, it was obvious that this was what they had been silent on. "I don't know what happened here, but it looks like a massacre!"

Rita's eyes narrowed, now walked past her servants and into the great hall. With her staff raised to unleash the spell of light, she suddenly gasped at the grisly sight that welcomed her. Strewn about were the decayed remains of hundreds of humans, some in pieces while others appeared to be more intact. Something, as Finster suggested, had happened here long in the past, something terrible. There was long dried blood all over the floors and walls, signs that this was no accident or quick end. These people had been slaughtered.

"I sense a great evil caused this disaster," Goldar mused as he looked about. From the way he was regarding the scene, it was clear that despite his allegiances, he had no respect for the beings who had committed this act. "Even our master would be disgusted by it."

There was no reply from Rita as she made her way further into the great hall. With a wave of her staff, the various light stands and chandeliers came to life, revealing even more of the terrible sight. Off to one side was a balcony, her eyes drawn there. As she stepped around the corpses, Rita found a terrible scene; two bodies, one male, the other female, lay there, appearing to be reaching for each other. The female body was dressed in what appeared to be the remains of a shimmering white dress, while the male was clad in white and gold armor.

"A lover's last attempt to be with each other before the end," she whispered, feeling pity for whoever these people had been. Judging from the attire, some kind of nobility. She sighed, whispering her sympathies, then turned back to re-enter the great hall. "Squatt! Baboo!"

"Mistress!"

Goldar's cry interrupted her order, and gripping her staff tightly, Rita made her way to where the gold armored griffizon stood. "What?"

"This," he replied, pointing to where a pile of bodies lay. One of them was clad in regal gold and silver attire, a young silver-haired male still clutching to what appeared to be a crystalline broadsword. The rest, however, were most definitely not human. Made of some kind of gray matter, they appeared to be constructed, formed of rock and clay. There was no feeling of death from these things, only silence. The human corpse, though, had a sense of rage about it, fury at what had caused this. This palace was filled with the feeling of death and anger.

With a sigh, Rita looked back toward her servants. "Squatt, Baboo," she said, resuming her orders. "Clear these bodies out of here and give them a proper burial."

"Mistress?"

She turned her head toward Goldar, almost scoldingly at his thought to question her. "We may serve darkness, but even the dead deserve our respects, Goldar. I do not need their anger at their deaths haunting me, as I had nothing to do with this." Rita turned back toward the two dimwits and nodded. "We give them their final honors, so that they can rest."

She looked back at the constructed bodies. Something piqued her interests at these things. There were multiple gashes, yet they seemed to have held up until the final moments. "Finster, I want you to study these things," she stated, pointing to the pile of rock forms. "We will need an army to serve us, perhaps they will do."

The wizened old cobbler bowed and moved to collect the stone bodies while Squatt and Baboo began the work of their duties. As those tasks were being carried out, Rita turned and headed down one of the largest corridors, followed by Goldar. They soon came to what appeared to be the throne room of this ancient palace, and yet another corpse rested here, seated in the throne. Oddly, Rita did not feel malice or anger from this body, but sorrow and regret. The attire that remained was similar to that of the female corpse on the balcony, though more ornate, along with what appeared to be a small wand in its hands.

"Perhaps this was their queen," Goldar offered as he looked about the chamber. He noted a rather prominent theme on the banners of some kind of mark, resembling a moon in its crescent stages of orbit. He felt the sorrow that haunted this chamber, though he also could swear that he heard a voice whispering to them. "Mistress, something is here."

Rita turned as she felt a presence moving about. It was similar to that she felt from the corpse, wanting them to leave in peace. "The queen of the moon still rules even over the dead," she mused as she realized what was there. Tapping her staff against the stone floor, there was a flash of light, and a shimmering ghostly form appeared to them. The image of her dresses billowed as she floated toward the two, her eyes filled with sorrow.

"Leave this place in peace, and return not," the ghost said as she floated before Rita. "You pity our fall, so leave us be in our demise."

Rita narrowed her eyes. While she understood the specter's plight and desire, this palace was now hers. The spirit should have been grateful that she had the pity enough to give this fallen queen's people a burial. "This palace is now mine," she said, her voice firm as she took a step toward the ghost. "Your era, queen of the moon, is over, be glad I have the heart enough to give your subjects their final respects."

The spirit shook her head. "No! This palace must not be reawakened, or dark forces shall be unleashed once more! The things I sealed here with our deaths-"

"A dark force has already been unleashed, dead queen!" came the angry roar. Rita thrust out her staff warningly, causing the ghost to flutter back. "I am Rita Repulsa, daughter of Master Vile and servant of Lord Zedd, the rightful ruler of Gaea! Your kingdom didn't even exist when I was sealed away, so what ever you imprisoned here can just find some other place to go!" She gave a malicious grin as the ghost seemed to appear very afraid, almost as if it recognized her name. "I will give you the burial you deserve, but haunt me no more, or it is oblivion that will welcome you to your final rest!"

The ghost backed away, but simply nodded. "I cannot leave this place, though my subjects and children have already gone on to a new life on the Earth." It gave a remorseful sigh, then looked away from Rita, almost in sympathy. "My daughter died for the same reason you turned to darkness, Rita Repulsa. She was in love with someone that went behind her reach."

Rita twitched. This ghost had seen into her heart, into her secrets and past. If it had been anyone else, she would have destroyed them, but this ghost reminded her of what she herself had lost, and had lost even more. Cruel conqueror or not, Rita could not bring herself to destroy the spirit.

The staff was lowered. "You may remain here then," Rita stated as she looked toward the throne and the corpse upon it.. "Your people will be given their last rights, and I will not take your throne." Her voice grew cold then, eyes narrowing again. "But do not try to stop me, or you will face oblivion, understand me, dead queen?!"

The phantom nodded and floated back toward the body it once had be the soul of. "I beg of you, do not enter the lower reaches of the palace. A darkness you cannot imagine has been sealed there. Should it awaken-"

"I shall do what I wish with my palace," Rita hissed, raising her staff again. "Be grateful I allow you this sanctuary from my wrath!" The specter fluttered back again, satisfying Rita that the dead queen was sufficiently frightened. "Remain here for eternity, dead queen. The throne is yours, the rest of your kingdom is mine."

With that, she turned away from the throne, signaling for Goldar to follow her in departing the chamber. "Seal the doors," she ordered as her staff tapped against the stone floor, causing the doors of the throne room to shut behind them. The griffizon bowed and unleashed a blaze from his eyes, fusing the doors shut once his task was complete. He hurried to rejoin his master, his body still having the sensation that his wings were twitching though they were not there.

"What should we do about the lower chambers that this ghost warned us of?" he inquired as they entered the great hall once more. There were still bodies laying about, but Squatt and Baboo had been diligent in their task. There were still the blood stains on the stone of the hall, but that would have to wait.

"Ah, my lady," Finster greeted as he entered the hall and bowed to Rita. "I have good news in regards to our new forces."

A nod, and Rita followed the cobbler into where he had apparently set up shop. Standing in a corner were the stone creatures that they had discovered. Their eyes were dark and lifeless, but they had been reassembled. "You have been successful then?"

The creature was not immediate with his reply. "Well...yes and no, my lady." He sighed as he scratched his head. "The construction of these creatures is beyond my understanding, sadly, though I have managed to reassemble them. They lack any force to animate them, and such is beyond my ability, I admit."

Staff tapping the floor, Rita tilted her head toward the stone constructs. There were about a dozen of them in total, still displaying the wounds that she assumed were inflicted by that sword. That would be quickly remedied. "Not beyond mine," she whispered, tapping the end of her staff against the ground again, then lifting it and crying out a word that unleashed a cascade of red lightning from the ruby sphere held in the top of the staff. Energy now coursing over the stone statues, it pieced and weaved, filling the stone and causing a bright red glow to erupt within the once empty eye-sockets.

At first, nothing else happened. Then, one of the stone creatures moved, opening and closing its hands in wonder as it then looked around, almost amazed that it lived again. Soon, the other creatures followed in suit, observing their surroundings before turning toward Rita. After a moment, they bowed to her, recognizing their new master.

"A job well done, my lady!" Finster exclaimed. Truth be told, nothing that Rita did would ever earn a negative word from him, but in this case, he was impressed. "We now have our army with which to-"

She held up a hand to stop him. While useful, these dozen golems would not be enough to conquer a planet. She needed more. "Continue to study them and adapt their construction for creating more creatures to serve us," she stated, her tone cold and unmistakable. "If Zordon still lives, we will need a greater army to destroy him."

With a bow, Finster gestured for one of the golems to approach him. "I'll only need one, my lady, so that the others may serve."

The woman nodded, now signaling for the other golems to follow her out of the make-shift workshop. "Goldar," she intoned, indicating for the griffizon to follow. Squatt and Baboo were still busy with their task as undertakers, but the great hall had been cleared enough for Rita to make a direct beeline for the balcony. She noticed that the remains of the two lovers were still there. Again, that pang of loss hit her heart, but she did not let it affect her beyond the initial reminder. As she looked down at the great gray "sea" before the palace, she noticed that the bodies had been laid there. The two bumblers were almost finished, and once they were, that desolate wasteland would become a graveyard for those who had died here.

"Take the bodies of these two to their own place," she said to Goldar, turning her head back toward him. "This palace is ours now. Let us make our task swift and without incident."

The griffizon nodded as he gathered the two corpses. He paused, then looked toward his mistress. "And should Zordon indeed still live?"

Rita did not reply. Instead, she looked up toward the earth, that bright blue green sphere almost taunting her in the sky. Her eyes flashed bright red for a moment as memories flooded back to her, her hand gripping her staff tight enough to shatter bone. "He will regret what he did should he still live."

The silence had been there for a long time. Save for an occasional sound from the racks of computers, there was nothing else. The only light came from the soft glow of a row of crystals that seemed to form a bed and the sphere of light that hovered above that bed of gems. In one corner, there was movement from a small robotic construct, no more than four feet tall, that was busy doing routine maintenance, just as it have been for as long as it could remember. A single monitor was lit, scanning as it had been for thousands of years. On the screen, it displayed an image of the Nemesis chamber that had imprisoned Rita and her minions, making calculations based on the last detected location.

And then, the silence was shattered as alarms went off once the computer system realized that the chamber was no longer secure. The robot, startled by the sound, reacted as anyone else in his position would have by panicking and scuttling about the chamber. "Ai yai yai!" it exclaimed, running over to the console and seeing the status of the Nemesis chamber; it had crashed on the moon and opened up. "Oh no! No, no, no, no!"

The entire chamber came to life, light fixtures coming on while other computers came online, now running calculations and scanning the entire globe. It did nothing to calm the little robot as he continued to panic and run about the chamber. "Oh no, not Rita!" it exclaimed as more data came in. "She was supposed to stay in the asteroid belt for the rest of time! How did she-"

"Now is not the time to ask questions of how and why," came the bassful and calm voice from the direction of the crystal bed. Energy crackled from the two columns flanking it, slamming into the sphere of light and reforming the orb into the image of a male face. It was wavered, but defined as much as possible, and from the image, on could see that the being represented had no hair on his head, while the eyes were filled with a glow. "If Rita has escaped, it means that the Earth is in danger. Execute the plan, Alpha, we need a fighting force for Earth."

The robot nodded, then stopped halfway to activating the systems that were detailed. "Wait...what is the plan?"

The face sighed, remembering that this robot had never need fully instructed in the emergency measures. "Begin a scan of the nearby human city for any sign of Gaean DNA, Alpha. We will need the descendents of the elemental heroes of the old world to take up the powers."

"Ah! Right, Zordon!" the robot exclaimed, now entering the needed parameters into the computers. With the scanning process now begun, it was only a matter of time, but there was no way to know how much time they had. "I hope this works..."

A crackle of light appeared atop one of the tall buildings of the human city. Appearing there was Rita and Goldar, now looking down upon the city and noting the human civilization there. "Things have changed since we were locked away," she mused.

"This city is built on top of a massive leyline," Goldar reported, itching to begin their work. "If this place is taken, then we will be able to tap into Gaea's lifestream and take control of the entire region."

A nod came form the woman as she lifted her staff and pointed down toward the city below. "It will make our task simpler to access that power." Her eyes narrowed even as she gave a malicious grin. "Even Zordon will be powerless to stop me now!"

A bolt was unleashed from the ruby staff head, arcing down into the ground and causing the ground to rumble. The people in the city began screaming as the magically induced earthquake shook the city, causing light poles to collapse and windows to start shattering. The city was in chaos, and as the quake reach out to the outskirts of the area, Rita merely smiled and let out a laugh.

The attack had begun.

To be Continued...