Timeframe: Somewhere between "The Whole Lie" and "Glyph Hanger")

Adam wandered down a wooded path in the middle of nowhere. It was daytime, but one would’ve barely been able to tell by the way a thick fog hung over the forest. "Where am I?" the Ranger wondered out loud. "And what am I doing here?"

A short while later, a crossroads appeared in front of him even though he had only traveled a few yards. "That wasn’t here before," Adam said to himself. "What’s going on?" He looked down each path, curious as to their directions, but couldn’t see where they led through the fog. Suddenly, a fiercely cold wind blew and the skies began to darken slightly. Then Adam heard faint footsteps and a voice calling out to him. It sounded like it may have been calling out a name, but something about it seemed unfamiliar yet still familiar at the same time. And the voice didn’t sound like any of his friends or his enemies; it was instead more like his own.

The footsteps grew closer. Adam turned around and saw a faint figure walking toward him. He put up his hands in self-defense and fell into a fighting stance, but once he could see the figure clearly, Adam dropped them back down to his side, stunned by what he was seeing. In front of him stood that same figure he always saw when he was the White Ranger, dressed like some type of ancient or medieval warrior and a large sword strapped to his back. "Oh my god," Adam finally said, frightened and confused, "it’s you again! Just . . . just who are you?"

The almost mirror image stared right at him with a slightly distraught expression, but his voice, which sounded exactly like Adam’s, remained calm. "Adrian, don’t you know anything about yourself?"

Adam looked at the young man strangely. "What? You must’ve mistaken me for someone else. I don’t know anyone named Adrian. Who is he?"

"I’m Adrian," the young man replied, totally catching Adam off guard, "and so are you."

Adam just stood there in front of his counterpart, unable to fathom anything that was going on as he returned to his fighting stance. "But . . . but that’s impossible! How could you and I be the same person?"

"It’s possible," Adrian said. "I’m only an image of your former self, and that’s why you had always seen me when taking on the White Ranger powers. Thousands of years ago, on the distant planet of Khalterria, I—you were a great warrior prince who was defeated in battle alongside your true love, but the only way for either of you to survive was for the two of you to be reborn here in the present without any recollection of your past until now."

Adam still didn’t understand what he was being told. "That’s a lie!" he shouted angrily. "I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about! If you say that we’re supposed to be the same person, then how come I don’t remember any of this?" Adrian looked at him but gave him no answer. Then all of a sudden, something occurred to Adam. Could he really be telling the truth though? he thought. The name Adrian does seem familiar now, and I could swear that I’ve heard of this Khalterria before, but none of this makes any kind of sense! Am I really who he tells me I am? And this true love, how could I possibly have loved anyone else more than I love Andréa?

A hand grabbed Adam by the shoulder, breaking him out of his thoughts. He whirled around to find three more images of himself, but dressed as the Black Ranger, Zeo Ranger IV, and the Green Turbo Ranger—the three Power Ranger uniforms he had worn consistently. Now he knew something strange had to be going on. "What is this?" he demanded.

"Adam, you can’t do this," the Black Ranger said.

"You have to stay and protect the earth," added Zeo Ranger IV. "It’s where you belong."

"No!" Adrian shouted, drawing his sword and pointing it at the costumed Rangers. "You have to reclaim your past for the good of your homeland!"

Adam slowly turned back toward him and noticed how the scene became even stranger. Adrian wasn’t in the same outfit as before, but in a Black Ranger’s costume that bore a striking resemblance to Andréa’s Purple Ranger costume but instead with a golden dragon’s head on the helmet. The Ranger removed his helmet, his appearance still the same as before. Then Adam also noticed that on the Ranger’s belt was a black crystal that looked just like Andréa’s purple crystal. "I suppose that’s also part of my past," he said without emotion. Adrian nodded once.

The Green Turbo Ranger grabbed hold of Adam. "You can’t listen to him," he said right in his civilian self’s face. "You belong here in the present. You always said that whatever happened in the past doesn’t matter anymore!"

"Let go of him!" Adrian commanded, pointing his sword at the costumed Rangers again. The Turbo Ranger let Adam go as the three Rangers proceeded to step back.

When that happened, a shrill whinny stopped everyone cold. A figure on a white horse soon appeared out of the fog, and Adam then realized who it was. It was him as the White Ranger, helmetless and staring down at him in the same way Andréa often described him as doing so in her dreams. Adrian and the horseman stared each other for quite some time, Adam finally seeing the resemblance. Finally, things are starting to make some kind of sense! Adam thought. He stared up at his White Ranger counterpart. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I don’t have the White Ranger powers anymore! What’s going on?"

"You don’t have the Black Ranger’s powers anymore or the protection of the Zeo Crystal either," the White Ranger said as his horse pranced around, "but what’s more important now, Adam, is that you listen to me. It shouldn’t have to matter which path one may force you to choose, but which path is already chosen for you. Take whichever one you believe is right."

Adam didn’t get it. "What? The path that’s already chosen for me? How am I supposed to know that when none of this makes any sense?"

"You’ll know the answer in time. Trust me." That was all the White Ranger would tell him before he turned his horse and cantered back down the path from which he came, disappearing back into the fog.

"Wait!" Adam called out after him. "What does that all mean?" As he turned back, he found everyone else staring at him silently. They seemed to know the meaning of the White Ranger’s statement when he didn’t. But the thing was that Adam didn’t know he knew it deep within. He was too torn between his distant past, his more recent past, and his present to figure it out for himself. Who was he to believe? Would reclaiming his past ultimately alter his future as a Ranger? He thought about it for a moment. "If I were to choose my past, then what would happen to my friends?" Adam asked the group. "And Andréa? Would I be leaving them all behind?"

"You wouldn’t be leaving me behind, Adrian," a very familiar voice said. Adam looked up and saw a thinner, more feminine figure coming out of the fog toward him. She stopped next to Adrian and Adam finally recognized her as looking and sounding like Andréa, but he didn’t know whether to believe it was really Andréa to begin with. It looked so much like her, but like Adrian, her long hair was also white and her eyes were much bluer than what he remembered them to be. And she too was dressed like a medieval warrior, a saber that bore a striking resemblance to Andréa’s Purple Phoenix Saber hanging at her side. "I’m also from Khalterria, your true love, the one who was at your side when we were defeated."

"No," Adam said softly, still torn between his past and present, "Andréa, not you too. Is all of this really true?"

"My name is Aurora," she corrected him, "and yes, it’s all true. Adrian, you must remember your past. It’s the path that has been chosen for you." The real Adrian, still in his Ranger costume, nodded in agreement.

Now this was making even less sense to Adam. First he was told that he was supposed to be from another time and place, but now Andréa too? But if this really was the path that was already chosen for him like she said, then there really weren’t any other choices to make. "I’ve made a decision," Adam finally said, beginning to walk towards Adrian. "I’m gonna go through with this. I have to know the truth."

Zeo Ranger IV stopped him by saying, "Adam, you do know that doing this may endanger yourself as well as the rest of the Rangers, don’t you?"

"It’s a chance I’m willing to take," Adam replied, never looking back at his three Ranger counterparts. "There’s a path that’s been chosen for me, and I’m choosing the one I believe is right." He reached out for Adrian’s hand, the complete opposite of what happened whenever he saw him when he became the White Ranger.

"You’ve made the right choice, my friend," was the last thing Adrian said as he took the hand of his modern counterpart.

Before Adam knew it, the other was gone, and so were the three Rangers. He looked around and then down at himself; he was now just like Adrian in appearance as he now wore the new Black Ranger costume, his hair white again and his eyes blue once more. He then looked over at Aurora, who now wore the Purple Ranger’s costume, the same Purple Ranger Adam had already known for so long. Then he suddenly noticed that the fog had disappeared and the skies were clear. The crossroads was gone, leaving behind only a single straight path. At the very end of the path, in the distance, was an enormous and beautiful castle. "What . . . what just happened?" Adam finally asked, still not completely understanding everything.

Welcome back, Adrian my love, Aurora said softly without speaking, placing her hand on his arm. It’s time to follow the path home.

Adam looked at her and was finally able to comprehend everything; he was indeed Adrian. Yes Aurora, he replied in kind, it is time.

Andréa wandered down a wooded path in the middle of nowhere, a thick fog hanging over the forest. "Where am I?" she wondered out loud worriedly. "Why am I here?"

Just then, she came to a crossroads despite the fact that she had only walked a few yards. "How could that have just appeared from nowhere?" Andréa asked herself. By this time she had become more frantic. "Adam, what’s going on?" she finally called out desperately. "Where are you?"

There was no answer. Trying to find a way home, Andréa peered down each path, curious as to where they led. But suddenly, a bitter cold wind blew and the skies began to darken. Then she heard faint footsteps and an eerily familiar voice calling out something, a voice that seemed to sound like her own.

The footsteps gradually grew closer. Andréa turned and saw a faint figure approaching her. She assumed a fighting stance, her hands in front of her in self-defense, but when she saw the figure clearly, she dropped them back to her side, totally stunned by what she saw before her. It was a young woman who looked almost identical to her but instead dressed as some sort of ancient or medieval warrior, a saber that bore a striking resemblance to Andréa’s Purple Phoenix Saber hanging at her side. However, what completely shocked Andréa was that this woman had long, silvery white hair and deep blue eyes—two of the same features Adam had not that long before as the White Ranger. "Who . . . who are you?" Andréa finally asked, completely confused.

Her almost mirror image looked at her with an equally confused expression despite her voice, which really did sound like Andréa’s, sounding rather calm. "Aurora, don’t you remember anything about yourself?"

Andréa looked at the young woman strangely. "What the . . .? Wait a minute, but you must’ve mistaken me for someone else. I don’t know anyone named Aurora, nor do I know you, so why are you asking me this?"

"Because I’m Aurora," the young woman replied, completely catching Andréa off guard, "and so are you."

Andréa could do nothing but just stand there without any ability to fathom what was going on. "But that’s impossible! How could you and I be the same person when I’ve never seen you before in my life?"

"It is possible, Aurora. I’m only an image of your former self. Several millennia ago, on the distant planet of Khalterria, I—you were a great warrior princess who was defeated in battle alongside your true love, but the only way either of you were to survive was for the two of you to be reborn during the present time without any knowledge of your past until now."

Andréa still didn’t get it. "Nice try, but I still don’t know what the heck you’re talking about!" she shouted angrily, resuming her fighting stance. "If you say we’re the same person, then how come I can’t remember any of this yet?" Aurora looked at her but gave her no answer. Then it hit Andréa. Maybe she is telling the truth after all, she thought. Something about the name Aurora does seem vaguely familiar now, and I could swear I’ve heard of this Khalterria somewhere before, but none of this still makes any sense! Could I really be who she tells me I am? And this true love, there’s no way I could’ve ever loved anyone else more than I do Adam, unless . . .

A hand suddenly grabbed Andréa by the shoulder, completely breaking her train of thought. She spun around and nearly freaked. There were three different Rangers that were totally unfamiliar to her yet were all Purple Rangers. The first one had some kind of dinosaur-like design on the helmet and wore a uniform resembling that of the original Rangers, the second Purple Ranger looked like a female version of Zeo Ranger IV, and the third one wore a purple version of the standard Turbo Ranger costume. Now things were getting really strange. "What is this?" Andréa demanded. "And who are you?"

"Andréa, you can’t do this," the Purple Morphin Ranger said. Andréa gasped when she recognized the voice as her own.

"You have to stay and protect the earth," the Purple Zeo Ranger added. "It’s where you needed." Again, the Ranger sounded just like Andréa.

"No!" Aurora shouted, drawing her saber and pointing it at the three Rangers. "You have to reclaim your past for the good of your homeland!"

Andréa slowly turned around upon hearing that and noticed how everything had become even more surreal. Aurora was not dressed as before, but she was instead wearing Andréa’s Purple Ranger costume. She took off her helmet; except for Aurora’s white hair and deep blue eyes, she and Andréa could’ve easily been mistaken for twins if they were both morphed. "No way," was all Andréa could say. "The Purple Ranger’s part of my past too?" Aurora nodded silently.

The Purple Turbo Ranger grabbed hold of Andréa. "You can’t listen to her," she pleaded, once again in Andréa’s voice. "You belong here in the present. Remember what Adam always said? What happened in the past doesn’t matter anymore!"

"Let go of her!" Aurora commanded, pointing her saber at the three costumed Rangers once again. The Turbo Ranger then let Andréa go and all three stepped back.

A sudden, shrill whinny then stopped everyone cold. Andréa looked back and saw a figure on a white horse appearing out of the fog and immediately knew who it was. It was Adam as the White Ranger staring down at her the same way he did in her other dreams. He and Aurora then stared at each other intently and something immediately occurred to Andréa. Could this have been the reason Adam looked the way he did whenever he became the White Ranger? she thought. If it is, some of this might just start to make some kind of sense! "White Ranger?" she finally asked. "Why are you here? I thought Adam didn’t have those powers anymore! What’s going on?"

"Those questions aren’t important at this time, Andréa," the White Ranger said as his horse pranced around. "What’s more important right now is that you listen to me. It shouldn’t have to matter which path one may force you to choose, but which path is already chosen for you. Take whichever one you believe is right."

Andréa stood there, still confused. "Huh? The path already chosen for me? I don’t get it. How should I know that when I don’t understand any of this?"

"You’ll know the answer in time," the White Ranger replied. "Trust me." That was all he would tell her before he turned his horse and cantered back down the path from which he came, disappearing once again into the fog.

"Wait!" Andréa called out after him. "White Ranger, come back! What does that all mean?" But it was too late; he was already gone. She turned back toward the others, all of them staring back at her silently. They all seemed to know the meaning of the White Ranger’s words when she didn’t. However, Andréa didn’t know that she really knew the meaning deep within. She was way too torn between her supposed past and her present to figure it out. Who was she to believe? Would reclaiming her past eventually alter her future as a Ranger? She gave it some thought. "All right, let me get this straight," Andréa said. "Let’s say I chose my past. What would happen after that? Then there’s Adam and the rest of the Rangers. Would I be leaving them all behind?"

"You wouldn’t be leaving me behind, Aurora," an all too familiar voice said.

Andréa stopped cold, knowing she had just heard that voice seconds before. She looked up and saw a larger, more masculine-looking figure coming out of the fog. He stopped next to Aurora, and Andréa immediately recognized him. "Oh my god," she gasped, her hands covering her gaping mouth. It looked like Adam, but she didn’t know whether to believe it was really Adam to begin with. How could he just about be in two places at once? Andréa asked herself, seeing how he still was in his White Ranger form but without the pale face and now dressed similar to what Aurora had been wearing before she morphed, a long, broad sword strapped to his back. "No," she said softly, "Adam, not you too. Is all of this really true?"

"My name is Adrian," he corrected her, "and yes, all of this is true. You and I were at each other’s side when were defeated on Khalterria. Aurora, you must remember your past. It’s the path that has been chosen for you." The real Aurora nodded in agreement.

Now Andréa was finding this even more confusing. First of all, she was told that she was supposed to be from another time and place, but now Adam too? If this was the path that was already chosen for her like he said, then there really weren’t any other choices to make. "I’ve made a decision," Andréa finally said after a few minutes and beginning to walk towards Aurora. "I’m gonna go through with this. I have to know the truth."

The Purple Zeo Ranger stopped her. "Andréa, wait," she said. "You do know that doing this could endanger yourself as well as the rest of the Rangers, don’t you?"

"It’s a risk I’m willing to take," Andréa replied, never looking back at the three false Purple Rangers. "There’s a path that’s been chosen for me, and I have to choose the one I believe is right." She reached out for Aurora’s hand.

"You’ve made the right choice, princess," was the last thing Andréa heard Aurora say before she took her modern counterpart’s hand.

Before Andréa knew it, the other was gone, and so were the three Purple Rangers. She looked around, wondering where they all went, then at herself; she was once again the real Purple Ranger she had already known but instead with Aurora’s appearance. She looked over at Adrian, who was still there with her, but he now wore a Black Ranger costume that looked almost exactly like hers. Looking around again, she noticed how the fog had completely lifted and the skies were clear. The crossroads was gone too; only a single straight path remained. At the very end of the wooded path, off in a clearing in the distance, was an enormous and beautiful castle. "What . . . what just happened?" Andréa finally asked, still not fully understanding everything.

Adrian took her gloved hand and kissed it. Welcome back, Aurora my sweet, he said softly without speaking. It’s time to follow the path home.

Andréa looked at him again and was finally able to comprehend everything; she was indeed Aurora. Yes Adrian, she replied in kind, it is time.

"Rae, can I talk to you?" Adam found Andréa sitting by herself on top of a picnic table under a shade tree, looking at something in her sketchbook. On any other day, they would have come to the park together, but today obviously wasn’t any other day. Adam’s mind was still on that dream he had the night before when he finally discovered the truth behind that mysterious figure he always saw: it was actually himself as he was a long time ago. All the long-lost memories had gradually started to come back to him one by one, meaning everything Adrian had told him turned out to be the truth, and so now he just wondered if the part about Aurora, Andréa’s former self, was really true as well. "There’s something I really need to say."

Why do I have this feeling I know exactly where he’s going with this? Andréa thought as she closed her sketchbook. "Go ahead," she said with a touch of caution.

"I know you’re probably gonna think I’m not myself," Adam began as he sat down beside her, his hair partially hiding his face, "but the truth is . . . I’m not really sure if I am myself anymore."

"Believe it or not, I’ve got that same feeling," Andréa sighed, looking away.

"You had that dream too?"

"Uh-huh. God, all of this makes me feel like I’m in the middle of some really weird episode of Sailor Moon."

"What do you mean by that?" Adam asked curiously.

"Well," Andréa began, "in the American version, there’s this girl named Serena who’s not only Sailor Moon, but also turns out to be a princess from the moon who was sent into the future when some evil empire attacked her kingdom. There’s also this guy named Darien who happens to be the object of her affection when he comes to her rescue as Tuxedo Mask." She paused for a moment, the name Darien having some weird significance to her other than in that show that she couldn’t quite determine but having nothing to do with her past life. "But anyway, it doesn’t end there. He also turns out to be a prince from Earth who she was in love with during their first lives. So right now, I’m not sure whether to say life’s imitating art or if art’s imitating life."

"I can’t blame you for that," Adam said, finding the uncanny similarities between those cartoon characters and themselves. "All of this is just way too strange for me."

"I know," Andréa replied. "But I just don’t get the part with the three other Purple Rangers. There was one who looked like one of the original Rangers, one who was a Zeo Ranger—looked a lot like a girl version of Zeo Ranger IV actually, and a third one who was supposed to be a Turbo Ranger." She looked back at Adam. "What do you think that could’ve meant?"

He thought for a minute. "I think they’re probably supposed to be the parallels of the Rangers I’ve been, ’cause I saw the Black Ranger, Zeo Ranger IV, and the Green Turbo Ranger in my dream. But I just don’t understand why they seemed to be against the idea of us taking back all these old memories."

"I don’t get it either," Andréa said. "There has to be a meaning to all of this, but it just . . . doesn’t make any kind of sense! There’s absolutely no way you and I could’ve had the exact same dream, at probably the exact same time, and be told the exact same thing by two people who claim we were once them, unless . . . oh no . . ." She could tell that Adam knew exactly what she was going to say without having to say it. In fact, she didn’t even have to look at him to know that he knew, and that was the problem.

Adam and Andréa slowly turned to face each other, both totally caught off guard by what had just happened. They were both telepathic during their previous lives, and that connection, like everything about their past, was only now returning to them. "Well, that explains a lot right there," Andréa said, resting her head in her hands and staring off into space. "Boy, my mother certainly wasn’t lying when she always said that everything in life happened for a reason, ’cause now we’ve finally figured out why everything happened the way it did when you were the White Ranger. They weren’t side effects at all; the power just happened to trigger certain characteristics you used to have before either of us knew the truth. In fact, the only real side effect of that was when your face looked really pale."

"So that’s what that figure I kept seeing always meant by saying that he was a part of me and that we’d know the truth about him soon," Adam added, now realizing that his telekinetic, healing, and manipulative abilities were indeed natural. "I never would’ve guessed that he was really supposed to be me all this time. Well, I guess this also kind of explains the déjà vu feelings we’ve had about each other too, but to be perfectly honest, all of this is starting to scare me."

"You’re not the only one," Andréa replied. Then she thought of something. "Do you think Dimitria might know something about this? She is my mother, after all."

"I’m not sure," Adam said as he stood up, "but it would probably be a good idea to let the others know what’s going on anyway. Something else in the dream was saying that this could . . ."

". . . Endanger the rest of the team, I know," Andréa finished, knowing exactly what Adam was going to say. "I think you’re right. We’ve gotta tell them." She stood up as well and raised her communicator to her lips. "Alpha, can you have the others meet Adam and me at the Power Chamber?" Andréa said into it. She glanced over to Adam. "It’s . . . kinda important."

"That’s the understatement of the year," Adam commented to the side.

"Hey, yo, what’s Divatox up to this time?" Alpha finally answered.

"Nothing that we know of," Andréa replied. "Listen, can you just have the others meet us there? This is something everybody—Dimitria included—needs to know, and, like, right now."

"Okay, okay, no problem, you guys!" Alpha called back. "I’m on it!"

Adam sighed heavily. "Here goes nothing . . ." The two then teleported to the Power Chamber, wondering exactly what kind of reaction they might get from Dimitria and the other Rangers.

All six Rangers arrived at the same time. "Adam, Andréa, what’s going on that you needed to talk to us?" asked Kat. "Is there a problem?"

"Alpha told us it was really important," Tanya added.

Adam and Andréa exchanged glances. "It is," the latter began. "It all started when Adam and I had this one . . ." Her voice trailed off as the two of them spotted someone in front of Dimitria, apparently talking to her and dressed in a long, hooded, dark-colored robe. This person quickly turned around at the sound of Andréa's voice and looked to the other four Rangers, then to Adam and Andréa, and gasped.

"Who’s that?" Justin asked impulsively.

The hood was removed to reveal a young woman of perhaps eighteen or nineteen. She looked human, like she could have been part-Indian, but her clothing and jewelry were clear evidence that she wasn’t from Earth. Something about her seemed oddly familiar to Adam and Andréa—the Purple Ranger especially—but neither of them could determine exactly why yet. "Aurora, Adrian," she said as if she had just seen a ghost, quickly bowing to the two, "it’s true! You are alive here on Earth!"

The other four Rangers looked at each other in total confusion. "What’s going on?" they started asking each other. "Who’s she talking about?" Then they all looked over at Adam and Andréa, neither of them showing any kind of surprise.

"This is what we wanted to tell you that was so important," Adam finally explained. "There was this dream Rae and I both had where we were told that we had lived in another time and place, and how we had to remember this past." The other four Rangers still didn’t seem to understand, but the young woman hung on his every word, nodding for him to continue.

"Yeah," Andréa continued, "and we were being told this by our former selves as well. Though we had our doubts, we took our chances with our supposed past." She glanced back at Adam again for a moment. "After that, there were all these memories coming back to us, of being together, of being Rangers, and even of her." She looked over at the young woman. "Is all of this really true?"

"Yes," she replied, nodding again. "I am Taliana, former chief advisor to the royal court of Tashalla. I was the one who helped the two of you escape The Master and be reborn during the present time."

The other Rangers were still completely lost. "Dimitria," Tommy finally broke in, "how come we’re only finding out about this just now?"

"It’s quite simple, Rangers," Taliana continued. "Several thousand years ago on a distant world known as Khalterria, Aurora and Adrian . . . Andréa and Adam to you . . . [the new names were rather unfamiliar to her] were both royal heirs of their kingdoms as well as leaders of a massive army against a dark force, known only to the people as The Master, that invaded their world. However, the entire army was decimated in the battle, the prince and princess the lone survivors, but their kingdoms refused to surrender. As one last hope for victory, I gave them each a powerful crystal that they could use to become two of the very first Rangers. But despite these efforts, they were still overwhelmed. My final option in order to keep them from dying was to send them into the future to be reborn with new identities and no recollection of their past, and so they’re only now finding this out at the same time the rest of you are. When I did this, it was my hope that, once they reached the age at which they were sent away, they would be able to remember their past lives and return to their homeworld to fight The Master."

Andréa thought for a moment. "A powerful crystal we could use to become Rangers?" she asked herself. She remembered how, when she first joined the team, Zordon had said that the Purple Ranger was one of the very first Rangers and that the original one would’ve found her to be her worthy successor. But had she only known then that she actually was that original Purple Ranger all that time. "Of course! That’s where my powers came from!" She took it out and looked it over. "Geez, all this time I thought I had come across this thing by chance, but I never would’ve guessed that it was supposed be mine all the long!"

Taliana took the crystal from Andréa's hand and inspected it, smiling at the Ranger. "Yes, the Purple FireStar Crystal. But . . . where’s the other one?"

"You mean there’s another crystal like that?" Kat asked.

The girl nodded and looked at Adam. "You don’t have the black crystal?" she asked, slightly distraught.

Adam remembered the part of his dream when Adrian had become a Black Ranger and had a crystal like Andréa’s, then remembered something else about it, like he had seen it not that long before. It was also the reason, he finally realized, why her crystal had seemed so familiar to begin with when he first saw her as the Purple Ranger. "I think I might have it," he said, "’cause I came across something like it not long after becoming a Ranger, but I had no idea what it was back then."

Andréa pulled him aside. "You mean you’ve had it all this time and never told me?" she asked him just loud enough so that they were out of everyone else’s earshot.

"How was I supposed to know what it was?" Adam came back. "I was fifteen going on sixteen then and still learning about being a Ranger. If I had known then what I know now, maybe I would’ve brought it up. But does that really matter anymore now that I know I have it?"

Andréa let out a perplexed sigh. "I guess not. But you still have to go get it."

"She’s right," Taliana broke in. "You have to find the Black FireStar Crystal if you are to have any chance of defeating The Master."

"I understand." Adam turned to Andréa and kissed her on the cheek, forgetting how everyone else was watching. I’ll be back as soon as I can, he said to her telepathically as the other Rangers looked on without the ability to hear or understand anything either of them were saying.

Andréa smiled. And I’ll still be waiting here when you get back, she said back to him, watching quietly as he teleported away in a streak of green light.

"I see that the two of you have become a couple," Taliana said to her, smiling as well. Andréa blushed at the fact that everyone had indeed seen that little display of affection. "Tell me, just how did you and . . . Adam . . . meet for the first time here?"

Andréa smiled again as she thought about that, once again forgetting that the other Rangers were there to hear everything. "Well," she began, "we actually first met as Rangers not quite a year ago, but neither of us knew each other’s identities. Then, two days later, we really met. I know it’s not as—how should I say?—romantic as the first time around, but I had accidentally run into him at school. Even though we barely knew each other then, once our eyes met for the first time, I knew there had to be something special. Later that evening was when I stumbled upon his identity as a Ranger, but I still hadn’t revealed mine to him yet. It wasn’t until the day after when he stumbled upon my identity as well while we were in the middle of a major battle. But since then, we’ve been virtually inseparable." The rest of the Rangers smiled and nodded in agreement, knowing how rare it was to find Andréa without Adam close by and vice versa.

Taliana couldn’t help but grin. "The two of you always were inseparable," she recalled. "I remember that time when you originally first met Adrian."

"Yeah, me too . . ." Andréa said rather dreamily.

* * *

Aurora stood nervously behind her mother and father’s thrones, only once in a while peeking out at the ballroom floor. "Come now, Aurora dear, this is your celebration," Queen Constantina, her mother, said, smiling. "There’s no need for you to hide."

"You’re seventeen now and our only daughter," King Aurelius, Aurora’s father, added. "You really must find someone soon before it’s too late. Your mother and I aren’t immortals like Taliana."

Aurora reluctantly came and stood between her parents, seeing no one of slight interest in the room. She had on a beautiful purple gown, her long white hair styled elegantly as it fell over her shoulders. "I know," she replied quietly, "but I just . . . don’t like being forced into this. If I do find someone I want to marry, I want it to be for love and not just because I have to for the good of the people."

At the far end of the floor, a clamor arose from the courtiers at the celebration. A very handsome and stately young man dressed in a black outfit had just entered the ballroom, his nearly shoulder-length white hair falling around his tan face and blue eyes. The king and queen stood up to see who he was as the ladies in the crowd looked him over with many a dreamy sigh. Even Aurora was taken by this young man’s charm. "Oh my, it’s him," Constantina said, almost falling for him herself, "but I don’t remember him being on the guest list."

"Who is he?" Aurora asked, totally captivated by him. "I’ve never seen him before."

"That’s . . . that’s Prince Adrian . . . of Corinthia, but . . ." the queen replied, her voice trailing off as she noticed how her daughter was staring at him. "Aurora?"

She didn’t answer; she was too busy staring at him. When the prince and princess’s eyes finally met, Aurora descended to the floor. She had heard of Adrian before, but she never really knew who he was or what he looked like until now. Adrian walked in her direction as well, never taking his eyes off the lovely princess. A hush fell over the crowd, all staring as Aurora continued to move toward the prince and completely forgot about how nervous she had just been about being forced to attend her own birthday celebration.

The two met near the center of the floor, still staring at each other. Adrian bent down on one knee, reaching out for Aurora’s delicate hand and kissing it in the chivalrous manner in which he had been taught to treat all women regardless of their age or class. "May I have this dance, princess?" he asked her kindly.

Aurora smiled and blushed. "Yes, of course." Adrian immediately returned to his feet as he took both of the princess’s hands and started to dance with her. The music swelled into a beautiful, sweeping ballad that fit the scene perfectly. (As she recalled the memory, Andréa thought it to have sounded a lot like an orchestral version of Enya’s "The Memory of Trees.") Everyone, including the king and queen, watched as the two danced the night away, never leaving each other’s side and nothing else mattering to them now except themselves. For the first time in her life, Aurora had found herself in love with someone, and it was what she had wanted.

Much later that evening, the two slipped out of the palace and into the vast courtyard. It was a warm and quiet night as the two moons and the countless stars shone brightly; everything was perfect. "For years," Adrian said to the princess, "I have heard tales of a beautiful young princess who lived here in Tashalla, never quite sure if they were true, but now I am standing here with this princess in her land."

"My mother had always told me stories of a handsome warrior prince from Corinthia," Aurora replied, "but I too never knew that they were true, and now here I am with him as well." Finally, with very little hesitation, Adrian leaned into her and kissed her, Aurora’s very first true kiss.

Adam rummaged all through his room trying to find the crystal. "It’s been nearly three years since I first found that thing," he said to himself. "Where could I have put it?" He searched everywhere, under his bed, through his desk drawers, and so on to no avail. "It’s gotta be here somewhere!"

Just then, he thought of something. He looked in his closet, eventually coming across a shoebox stashed on the top shelf. It was where he had always kept some of his most top-secret stuff, things he didn’t want Ryan or Kara getting into. Adam took it down and looked through the contents. There was his old, burned-out Black Ranger morpher (which he sometimes wondered if it still had any kind of power left), his now defunct Zeonizer, an old journal, and dozens of pictures of the Ranger team from 1994 and up without their helmets on, including some featuring Andréa and him together, among many other items. After a few minutes of going through everything in the box, Adam finally came across what he was looking for. Stashing the box back into his closet, he teleported back out with the crystal in a flash of green mixed with black.

* * *

A short time later, Adam appeared back in the Power Chamber, the crystal in hand. He looked over to Andréa, who was still in the middle of her daydream. Rae, you still there? he asked her telepathically just to make sure she was still among the living.

Andréa’s head jerked up upon hearing Adam’s voice in her mind. Adam, don’t ever sneak up on me like that again! she responded. You scared me half to death!

Adam smiled. Sorry about that. Just what were you thinking about that you were so out of it?

Well, Andréa replied, if you really must know, I was thinking about that time when we originally met the first time around. I had gotten so into it that I totally forgot that this was 1997 and not thousands of years ago, that was, until you came back, and . . . oh, never mind. She finally turned around and faced him, the rest of the Rangers still clueless as to the two’s telepathic link. "So, did you get it?" she asked out loud.

"I sure did," he answered, holding it up so everyone could see it.

Taliana came up to Adam and inspected the crystal. Except for the fact that it was black, it was identical to Andréa’s crystal. At the time the powers were first created, the concept of the Ranger as a way to fight evil was still very new, so they were technically two of the first ever Rangers long before Zordon’s original six Power Coins or the Zeo Crystal had even existed. "Yes, this is it. Have you ever used its power?"

"I never even knew what it was until now," Adam said. "So how do I call for my powers?"

Taliana then turned to the Purple Ranger. "Andréa," she asked, "how do you call upon your powers to transform into the Purple Phoenix Ranger?"

"Like this," Andréa replied proudly as she pulled out her own crystal. "Purple Phoenix FireStar Power!" Just as she always did, she became the Purple Ranger everyone knew and Adam admired.

"Follow her lead," Taliana then said to Adam. "You’ll know what to do after that."

Adam nodded and picked his brain for a moment, trying to remember exactly what powers he had. Recalling that it was the same as the symbol of his old kingdom, he emulated Andréa’s motions. "Black Dragon FireStar Power!"

And just like that, all the Rangers looked on with surprise and enthusiasm as they now saw Adam wearing a completely different Black Ranger costume than what they had ever seen. It looked almost exactly like Andréa’s costume, only instead of a phoenix, a golden dragon’s head was emblazoned on the helmet. "This is incredible!" Adam said, looking himself over before finally taking off his helmet. "I’ve never felt anything like this before, not even as the White Ranger!"

Andréa also removed her helmet and looked at him, a huge grin on her face. She almost thought he looked better in black than in green; the color black seemed to fit who he was a lot better. She also tried to ignore the fact that Kat and Tanya appeared to be thinking the same thing. "Well, at least not since we first got these powers," she added. "So Taliana, when are we supposed to leave like you said?"

"As soon as possible," she replied, "but, because this is still very new to the two of you, it would be best for us to wait until tomorrow. Though it has been thousands of years, the descendants of your people have been awaiting your return."

"Well, well, would you take a look at this?" Divatox was spying on the Rangers via her periscope, very interested in what was taking place with Adam and Andréa. "The Rangers now have their very own Man in Black."

"Ooh, ooh, like the movie?" Elgar cut in. "That movie was so funny, two guys trying to take on all these bad aliens by themselves—"

"No, not like the movie, you idiot!" Divatox fired back at her nephew. "The Green Ranger’s got new powers! He’s the one Rita was telling me about all the long—the infamous lost Black Dragon Ranger!"

"I’m, uh, guessing that would be a bad thing then, right Auntie D?"

Divatox grinned devilishly. "It would only be a bad thing if he and his little purple sweetheart weren’t taking a vacation from Earth for a while," she said. "This is so convenient!"

"Yes," Porto added, "and with the team diminished, it will give us a better chance of destroying the remaining Rangers."

"Yeah, that’s cool!" Elgar butted in again. "You can send me up there, Auntie D! I’ll get the job done!"

"As if!" Divatox came back, rolling her eyes. "Porto, once those two brats are gone, I want you to send as many Piranhatrons as you’ve got to the surface to keep the rest of the Rangers busy. Oh, and while you’re at it, maybe we should send some to keep the two lovebirds occupied after they’ve been gone for a while. That way they’ll all be too exhausted to find the explosive present I’ll have waiting for them! Before they know it, ka-BOOM! Ha ha!"

"But Divatox," Rygog asked, "what about those two? They won’t be gone forever, and the Piranhatrons probably won’t be much of a challenge for them together."

She looked back into her periscope. What was she going to do about them? "Hmmm," she said deviously, "let’s just say that by the time they get back, there won’t be anything left of their precious Earth to defend!" She laughed but then realized no one else was laughing with her. "Laugh!" she ordered. The whole subcraft then broke out in evil laughter. "Enjoy your vacation while you’ve got it, Rangers, ’cause after you return home, you’ll be wishing you could go back!"

"We must hurry," Taliana said after all the final plans had been made. "Time is running short."

Tommy was the first to come up to Adam and Andréa. "Hey guys, take care of yourselves," he said, high-fiving his long-time friend and teammate. "And go kick some butt while you’re at it."

"It’s gonna be kinda strange not having the two of you around for a while," Kat added, hugging both of the Rangers.

"Don’t worry about it, Kat," Andréa replied. "We won’t be gone that long."

"Can we trust the two of you to be alone by yourselves for a couple of days?" Tanya joked.

Adam and Andréa gave her the most innocent, angelic looks they could think of. "Who? Us?" Adam tried to joke back. Tanya couldn’t help but laugh and smile at the two.

"Rangers," Dimitria said to the two, "you must know that once you leave Earth, all communications with the Power Chamber will be cut off until you return."

"We understand, Dimitria," Andréa responded.

"Please, be careful," Dimitria continued. "Andréa, you are my only daughter, and I wish to see you and Adam return safely and as soon as possible."

Andréa had to laugh at her mother’s protectiveness. "Oui, maman," she groaned lightheartedly. "We’ll be fine." She then turned to Adam. "So, are you ready for a trip down memory lane?"

It was obvious that Andréa was far more enthusiastic about this endeavor than Adam was. "I, uh, guess so," he said. Though he knew that all the memories coming back to the two of them were true, there was still that part of his dream that was bothering him—the warning that they would have been putting the rest of the team in danger by leaving them behind. Nevertheless, this was all part of that path that supposedly had been chosen for them, and the only way to find out more about it was to take this journey into their true past. Adam looked over at Andréa before they entered the portal that had appeared in the Power Chamber and disappeared with Taliana. Both of them were scared and anxious at the same time as to what awaited them on Khalterria. It was only the beginning of an adventure that could have possibly spelled out their future together.

There was one memory that the two Rangers found to be the clearest of them all: their final days together on Khalterria. Aurora and Adrian had been together close to an entire year now, and, as Taliana had said, there was rarely a time where one of them would’ve been found without the other . . . that was, if anyone could have actually found them. Adrian was always taking the princess to new and different places all over Khalterria she had never seen before, as she had barely even been outside the castle walls of Tashalla. Other times, they were often either out for a walk in the gardens or horseback riding in the nearby forest. (This was the reason, the two finally realized, that Adam seemed to have had a sudden and natural talent for riding, as Adrian was a very skilled horseman in his time. Aurora was just as skilled, but Andréa had developed her talent much sooner, taking up the sport at an earlier age.) Whatever they did and wherever they went, it was obvious, more so to their parents and the people of both Corinthia and Tashalla than anyone else, that they were very much in love. Everyone approved of their relationship, always saying that they made a wonderful couple the way they nearly looked alike.

Then, one day, came the most memorable event of Aurora’s young life. She and Adrian were out by themselves, as usual, for a ride in the forest, when all of a sudden the prince stopped, dismounted, and helped Aurora down from her horse. Then he got down on one knee and took her hand as he looked up at her and said, "Aurora my sweet, I have loved you from the very moment I first saw you. I know that you’re still seventeen and I only eighteen, but I’ve realized that I cannot live another day without knowing that you will always be at my side." Adrian took something out from the pouch at his side. It was a ring, a large and sparkling diamond in the center. "So now I ask you this, my princess: Will you marry me and become my future queen?"

Aurora tried hard to blink back her tears of joy. Granted, the two of them were still rather young, but like her father had told her months before, she had to find someone; plus, how could she have let the opportunity pass her by to spend the rest of her life with her true love? Finally, she gave an answer. "Yes," she whispered, "yes Adrian, I will marry you."

He slipped the ring on her finger and looked up at her again. "It suits you perfectly," he said softly. Then he stood back up and lifted Aurora off the ground, twirling her around a few times before setting her back down and kissing her affectionately.

King Aurelius stepped out onto the palace balcony, hundreds of subjects waiting below to hear what was to be said. Waiting in the wings was the queen with Aurora and her fiancé, all of them dressed in their finest clothing. "Mother, should we really be doing this so soon?" the princess asked. "We’ve barely made any preparations yet!"

"But isn’t this what the two of you want, dear?" Constantina asked.

Aurora never had the chance to answer before her father began with the proclamation. "Good people," Aurelius began, "today proves to be a momentous day for the kingdoms of Corinthia and Tashalla. Aurora, our only child, has finally chosen a husband."

Constantina looked to the young couple. "This is your cue," she said to them quietly.

"May I present . . ." the king continued as the prince and princess walked out arm in arm onto the balcony, ". . . your future king and queen, Prince Adrian and Princess Aurora!" The couple was immediately met by loud, joyous cheers from the throng below.

Aurora smiled at Adrian. I really wish we didn’t have to listen to Father go on like this, she said to him telepathically as Aurelius continued with the proclamation. I very much want everything to happen right now so we can finally be together.

I feel the same way, princess, Adrian replied, but have patience and that time will be here before we know it.

* * *

At last, after only a week of waiting, it was the day of the wedding. All the preparations had been made, and Aurora was having the final touches done on her gown, the most beautiful one there had been in ages on Khalterria. But all of a sudden, Taliana burst into the room in absolute panic, startling the maids and the princess. "Milady," she said, still catching her breath, "the king has commanded that you ready the armies for battle."

Aurora looked at her, confused. "But Taliana," she laughed, "it’s my wedding day. Why would Father ask such a thing of me?"

"You don’t understand," Taliana continued. "Khalterria is under attack by an evil force that appeared from nowhere and they are fast approaching Tashalla." She began to tug at the princess’s arm. "You must hurry!"

"Does Adrian know?" Aurora asked. "I can’t just abandon him at a time like this!"

"As we speak, he is on his way with the Corinthian armies. Come princess, we must go!"

* * *

Dressed in full battle regalia and mounted upon her trusty war horse, Aurora led her army, consisting of mainly common men and women but still including members of the royal guard, to the battlefield where Adrian and the rest of the Corinthian troops waited. As the two young leaders met at the front line, no one would have been able to tell that they were supposed to have been wed that very same day. Though she knew that he was one of the finest and most well-known warriors on Khalterria, Aurora barely recognized Adrian with his armor and open-faced helmet on. "I wish we could’ve been seeing each other on better conditions today," she said upon meeting him.

"As do I," Adrian replied. "But unfortunately the fates weren’t kind to us, and so we can only hope that we’re victorious today so we can finally be married."

Over the horizon, a massive cloud of black-clad soldiers charged toward them, dark skies following not far behind. It was over ten times the size of the combined Khalterrian forces, and for the first time ever when going into battle, Adrian had a frightened look on his face. Though he had seen numerous battles and been victorious every time, he wasn’t sure if this one would’ve been the same judging by the immensity of the coming army. "May the Great Spirit have mercy on us all this day," he said to himself, looking up to what remained of the clear skies.

The dark army continued on their offensive, approaching faster and faster with every passing second. Once they were close enough, Aurora and Adrian signaled their own forces, raising their swords as the troops shouted out a deafening battle cry. Within seconds, the armies clashed and the battle was under way.

Though the army on the defensive was very skilled, they were greatly outnumbered and outmaneuvered by the evil forces. After a very intense, very bloody ordeal, the armies of Aurora and Adrian were completely destroyed, the two young leaders the only ones left standing. "What do we do now?" Aurora called out as Adrian rode up beside her. "We have no more troops left, and there are still far too many of them to fight on our own!"

"I’ve never had to use this strategy before," Adrian said, "but it appears as though we have no choice but to fall back and come up with a new battle plan."

"We should return to Tashalla," the princess replied. "Perhaps Taliana can help us." And with that, the pair turned their horses and fled back to Aurora’s kingdom.

* * *

Upon returning to the city, the two ran to Taliana’s chamber. "You must help us," Aurora pleaded. "We’ve lost our entire armies and the enemy still does not back down. There has to be something we can do!"

"There is one last hope," Taliana said, reaching up for a small black box decorated with gold on a shelf. "During my recent journey to Eltare, I learned of a new form of warrior known as the Ranger. According to a man named Zordon whom I met on this journey, the Ranger possesses great power and amazing strength." She opened the box to reveal two identically-shaped crystals, one black and one purple, each set in a golden, four-pointed star. "There are five other crystals such as these, all drawing on the powers of the basic elements and of various creatures to become a team known as the Star Rangers: the Pink Pegasus WindStar, the Yellow Eagle SunStar, the Blue Leviathan SeaStar, the Green Wolf TerraStar, and the Red Lion ThunderStar. These are the Purple Phoenix and Black Dragon FireStar Crystals, twin powers that Zordon felt would best suit the two of you after I told him about how you were the future leaders of you kingdoms, as these two warriors are supposed to lead the Star Ranger team. These powers will give you the strength you need to fight the forces of evil that plague us at this time, but I don’t know how long these powers might last, as they are still very experimental."

"The Ranger?" Adrian asked, looking at the crystals. "I’ve been to many different places and yet I’ve still never heard of such a warrior. But why us? And why only now?’

"The two of you are excellent warriors," Taliana continued, "the best Tashalla and Corinthia have to offer. You each have good hearts and a distinct understanding of what is right and wrong. According to Zordon, these qualities are ideal in a Ranger. That is why he had chosen you to receive these particular powers, those of the Purple Phoenix Ranger for Aurora, and the Black Dragon Ranger for you, Adrian. Even if it weren’t for our current crisis, I would have still given you these crystals in order to protect your lands. I have faith that you will be able to use them well."

Aurora and Adrian each took a crystal, ready to accept this new responsibility but unsure of what could have happened as they didn’t know what a Ranger really was. They closed their eyes and waited. Seconds later, there was a bright light and a sudden surge of power that both of them felt. Once the light receded, standing in the place of the prince and princess were two Rangers. The costumes were nearly identical: the black costume featured the image of a dragon’s head on the helmet, the dragon being the symbol of Corinthia, while the purple costume’s helmet featured a phoenix rising from the fire, the symbol of Tashalla’s royal family. Each costume had an identical breastplate of gold and white boots and gloves decorated with gold as well. The two Rangers looked at each other and were not able to tell who the other was; their identities were completely hidden by their helmets’ dark visors and their full body armor. At Aurora’s side hung a long saber enclosed in a purple scabbard and attached to the golden sash tied around her waist. Adrian took the small dagger that hung from his belt, the weapon immediately extending into a long sword. "This is most unusual," he said, the two Rangers still looking themselves over. "I’ve never seen or felt anything like this before! So this is what’s known as the Ranger?" Compared to what the two had always known about warfare, this was highly advanced.

Taliana nodded. "Yes," she said. "Although I would like to inform you more about the ways of the Ranger, our time is short. You must go now and confront the army. I know that there are many of them and only two of you, but you Rangers are Khalterria’s only hope for victory."

"We’ll do what we can," Aurora said.

"We promise not to let you down," Adrian added, slightly more determined than before.

* * *

As they galloped through the gates and out of Tashalla, the townspeople, as well as the king and queen, watched in awe as the two Rangers rode to battle, unaware that those were actually the prince and princess who were supposed to have married that very day. "Who are these masked warriors?" Aurelius asked his wife, looking down from the balcony. "I’ve never seen them before."

"I don’t know, dear," Constantina replied, "but whoever they are, they must have come to help Aurora and Adrian to fight the invaders. I pray that the Great Spirit will guide them all to victory."

* * *

Once the Rangers met up with the evil army, they fought with even more skill and bravery than they had ever fought with before, using their newfound powers like they knew what to do with them. They felt like they could have taken on the entire army, but it was still too much for them. The two had each been knocked off their horses and were slowly backing away when even darker skies appeared overhead. A silhouette of an ominous and massive figure then materialized on a distant hill, watching the entire battle. Neither Aurora nor Adrian could see who he was, but they both knew he was the one responsible for the invasion. "Adrian, who is that?" Aurora cried, very frightened.

"I don’t know!" he responded, equally as frightened. The couple held each other closely in fear of what might have happened next. "What do we do?"

"There’s nothing you can do!" the evil figure bellowed, laughing. "Khalterria will soon be mine! Surrender to your new master!"

"We’ll never surrender!" Adrian shouted back at him. "Not as long as we both shall live!"

It was as dark as night, and the army was fast closing in on the helpless Rangers. Unable to do anything else, they lashed out at the soldiers one last time and then ran as fast as they could back to Tashalla, doing everything they could possibly do to save each other. Although the FireStar Crystals’ magic had protected Aurora and Adrian for a short time, their powers were no match for the evil army, and their life force was slowly fading.

* * *

Upon reaching Taliana’s chamber once again, the two Rangers pulled off their helmets and fell to their knees in exhaustion and pain. They looked up to the woman, who could see their terrified and pained expressions through their long, tousled white hair. "There was nothing we could do," Adrian said to her, still very short of breath. "These forces are far too powerful for Aurora and me to fight alone. Is there any other way you can help us?"

Taliana looked down at them, reluctant to tell them the truth. "I’m sorry, my prince, my princess," she replied, "but there is nothing more I can do for either of you. The only way I can possibly save you now is to send you to a future time and place."

Aurora and Adrian looked at each other and then at Taliana in denial. "But Taliana," Aurora asked, "our people, our families, what will they do without us? We can’t just leave them behind!"

"Then I have no choice but to tell them the truth," she said. "I will go to Corinthia, as well as to Constantina and Aurelius, Aurora, and tell them all how the two of you became Rangers in order to save your people and how the only way to keep you from dying was to send you away into the future."

"Are you sure there’s no other way?" Adrian asked. Taliana nodded sadly. The two Rangers tried to stand but were far too weak. Adrian looked at Aurora and held her hand. "Will Aurora and I ever see each other again?"

"It is my hope that your hearts will find each other wherever and whenever you may end up," Taliana replied, "but I must tell you this: Once you are reborn, neither of you will have any memory of your lives together here on Khalterria until you reach the age at which you are now. When that time comes, you will each be called upon to return and fight for your homelands’ freedom should we still be under evil control."

Aurora and Adrian looked at each other again helplessly, afraid that they would never be together again, that they might have ended up in different times or places without ever knowing of their relationship. It wasn’t supposed to be this way; this was the day they were supposed to have been married and then spent the rest of their lives together, not the last day they may have ever seen each other for perhaps all eternity. "I never wanted it to be this way, Aurora," Adrian said to her softly as she tried to hold back her tears, "but I want you to know that I am grateful for each and every day we have spent together. You will always be my one and only true love, no matter what may happen to us. I will never forget you, princess." He took her into his arms and held her closely, their Ranger costumes melting away to reveal their original battle armor.

"I wish it didn’t have to be this way either, Adrian," Aurora said back in between her sobs, "but I know that someday, somewhere, somehow, we will find each other again. You will always be in my heart, my prince, even after I lose all my memories of you." As they began to fade away into a white light, Aurora and Adrian shared one last long and tender kiss before allowing the other to slip away for who would have known how long.

Adam and Andréa soon arrived on Khalterria, nearly everything the same as it was before they left thousands of years ago. They, along with Taliana, stood on a hill at the edge of a forest overlooking the walled city of Tashalla, still as beautiful as the day the two last saw it and just like the castle they both saw at the end of their dreams. One never would have been able to tell that a terrible battle between good and evil took place there long ago judging by the lushness and serenity of the land. "I don’t believe it," Andréa said, admiring what was once her home. "It’s just as incredible as it always was. Nothing’s changed about it!"

"Just as the two of you have hardly changed yourselves," Taliana added. It wasn’t until then that Adam and Andréa realized that they weren’t dressed in the modern-day Earth clothing that they had just been wearing or even their Ranger costumes, but instead in outfits like those of medieval commoners. Andréa’s ensemble consisted of a loose-fitting lavender-colored tunic with a wide leather belt buckled around her waist, dark brown-colored breeches, and short jodhpur boot-like shoes, while Adam wore a similar outfit but instead with a hunter green-colored cotton shirt, a black leather vest, looser-fitting pants, and boots that came up to the thigh. "Don’t be surprised as to why your clothes have changed," she continued. "It is merely so you will be able to blend in with the rest of the people without arousing too much suspicion."

"Hey, as long as I’m not wearing a dress, that’s fine with me," Andréa commented, thoroughly satisfied with her new outfit.

"So how does it feel to have returned home?" Taliana then asked.

"This is unbelievable!" Andréa said enthusiastically.

Adam, on the other hand, was obviously not quite as thrilled. "It’s great, but, well, whatever became of Corinthia?"

Taliana looked away for a moment, wishing that she didn’t have to explain. "Perhaps I should have told you sooner," she replied. "Shortly after I sent the two of you away, The Master, the same evil force responsible for destroying your armies, invaded the kingdom of Corinthia, killed all the remaining members of the royal family, and completely destroyed the city. The majority of the citizens, without a city or a ruler, fled what remained of Corinthia and settled here among the people of Tashalla, while others left Khalterria to join the then newly established civilization on the planet now known as KO-35 or went elsewhere. But when The Master came after Tashalla again, no one wanted to see another great kingdom fall the way Corinthia did. In a deal made with him to spare the city, Aurelius and Constantina were allowed to continue ruling over their land even though The Master had total control over all of Khalterria. And because you were the last and only heir to the throne, Andréa, there has been no royal family of Tashalla since your mother and father’s deaths many years later." Andréa listened as she spoke of this aftermath, feeling some guilt of leaving their lands and their people behind even though she knew there was nothing she, or Adam for that matter, could have done to stop this chain of events. But then she also noticed how Adam’s expression had become more and more depressed as Taliana told them about what had happened, making it obvious that he felt much more guilt than her.

"After the king and queen died," Taliana continued, "the only way I was able to keep order among the people was to constantly convince them that someday you would return. But as time went on, each generation began to grow less and less confident that it would actually happen. Despite this, the people still admire you through the various legends passed down over the centuries. Everything about Aurora and Adrian has become a tale cherished not just by Khalterrians, but by all people here in the Karova System." Andréa blushed at the idea of being considered an ancient legend. "However," Taliana went on, "it cannot be spoken of too much in public, as The Master has tried to outlaw such stories and celebrations against the people’s will. A year ago on KO-35, there was such a celebration, and Dark Specter, the supreme monarch of evil and one level above The Master, launched an attack on the people because of this. Although they had their own team of Rangers, only one survived and another was critically injured in the battle, few people even knowing if he did actually survive. Since then, the planet has been completely abandoned. No one here on Khalterria, though, has ever attempted to lead any kind of uprising against The Master in danger of losing their lives and their limited freedom, but now that the two of you have returned, the people will surely be ready to begin a revolt."

"Wait a minute," Adam cut in. "This ‘Master’ you keep telling about, who is he?"

"No one has ever truly seen him, thus no one knows for certain who he really is, but everyone knows that he is the one who controls all of Khalterria and many other worlds as well. It is the only name by which we know him."

"I see." This Master seemed quite suspicious to Adam. It was probably that idea of him controlling several planets at once that made the long-time Ranger think he had actually seen or fought The Master during this lifetime. But then again, it could have all been a strange coincidence.

Andréa was growing impatient. "Well, we didn’t come all this way just to look at it, did we?" she blurted out in a very anxious and modern tone. "Let’s go!" The trio started down the hill and walked the path toward Tashalla, Adam and Andréa only now realizing that this was a path that they had often traveled many times during their first life together.

* * *

As Adam and Andréa entered the city of Tashalla with Taliana, the townspeople began to look at them strangely. It wasn’t that the two of them didn’t look like they were from around there, but more like the people knew who they were without ever seeing them before, and the two Rangers could tell. And to be escorted by the one-time advisor to the long-dead royal family must have meant that something important was about to happen. Nevertheless, the townspeople went about their daily morning routines as if nothing happened yet still tried to catch glimpses of the young travelers who looked all too familiar.

Andréa was enjoying every minute of this; she had always loved reading about the medieval period on Earth, and the setting made her feel like she was in the middle of one of those stories. "Wow," she said, "this is just like going to one of those Renaissance Faires, don’t you think, Adam?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied distantly as they continued on. Right then, he couldn’t have cared less what she thought of returning to the kingdom that was never his.

A small group of children suddenly stopped playing and watched as the three walked past them in the direction of the long-abandoned palace. "Hey, look!" one of the younger children shouted excitedly to his playmates, pointing at the two Rangers. "It’s them! They came back, just like the story said they would!"

"Yeah, right!" a second child said to the first, obviously skeptical of her friend’s observation. "How could they be back if they died thousands of years ago?"

A third slightly older and more knowledgeable child spoke up. "They didn’t die; they were just sent into the future like the story says, and nobody knew where or when they’d end up. I’ve snuck into the palace a few times and seen some of the pictures there were of them."

"But I thought they looked like you, Kayleigh," the skeptic second child said to her, "white hair and blue eyes. Those two don’t look like that! They’re dark-haired like me, nothing like in the story!"

"They could’ve taken on new identities; you never know," the white-haired girl named Kayleigh tried to reason. "But other than that, those two look like them!" As she said that, more and more children crowded together to see if the newcomers really were Princess Aurora and Prince Adrian, the ones they had heard so much about in the old legend. The children, as well as the other townspeople, all grew up hearing and believing that they were great heroes who sacrificed their lives to save their subjects, that they were the pride of both Tashalla and the fallen kingdom of Corinthia.

Andréa was the first to notice the awestruck children. "Hey Adam," she said, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. He turned to face her as they continued on. "You think those kids know who we are?"

He showed no emotion as he saw the group staring at them. "I wouldn’t be at all surprised," he replied flatly. In fact, Adam really didn’t care anymore what they all thought; they weren’t the descendants of any of his subjects, so what did it matter to him? Still, the children, along with a few of the older townspeople joining them, as the three went up to the palace and disappeared inside.

* * *

The inside of the palace had barely changed. Though it was showing its age from no longer being properly maintained the way it once was, it still had an enduring grandeur. Few items were missing, as the Tashallan people believed that they shouldn’t have taken anything out of respect for their ruling family, even though there hadn’t been a king or queen in ages. The first room the two Rangers were in was the old ballroom, the place when Aurora and Adrian had first met. Still hanging on the walls were old, dust-covered paintings featuring many of the great Tashallan rulers, including a few portraits of two people who were never actually rulers: Aurora and Adrian as they once were months before they had been sent away, the pictures that young Kayleigh had told her friends of.

They walked out onto the floor; it seemed so big and lonely without dozens of elegantly-dressed courtiers dancing across it. "Boy, this brings back a lot of memories," Andréa said partly to herself and partly to Adam, who was barely listening to her.

"Yeah, sure," he said again without emotion just to make her feel like someone was listening to her.

Taliana silently walked over to one of the huge windows and looked down at the townspeople milling about below the palace. She was starting to sense some reluctance from the two, especially from Adam. It had begun to trouble her some; though the two had become Power Rangers in their new lives, she still wondered if they were powerful enough to successfully defeat The Master and end his rule over Khalterria this time around. She didn’t want to have to see the two of them lose each other again if they were to be defeated. Taliana had already seen too much death and destruction over her long life as an immortal, and she hoped to see no more.

She jumped slightly when Andréa touched her shoulder. "Is there something wrong, Taliana?" the former princess asked.

"No, nothing’s wrong," she lied. "I was just . . . thinking about the two of you and how fortunate it was that you were able to find each other again in such an unexpected way."

"I see." Andréa was concerned for her old friend and confidante; it wasn’t like Taliana to seem this depressed about anything. The last time she really was down about anything, as a matter of fact, was when she was forced to send Aurora and Adrian into the future. Andréa could also tell that something was on Adam’s mind as well. She tried asking telepathically what was bothering him, but he had shut her out. She wasn’t able to tell that he continued to have that nagging feeling that the other Rangers were in trouble and, like the warning in his dream, he was letting them down by not being there for them.

A few hours had passed since Adam and Andréa had left, and everything had since been quiet. But just then, the alarm sounded. "Alpha, what’s going on?" Tommy asked, suddenly awakened from a daydream.

"Yo, Divatox just sent a whole buncha Piranhatrons to the city," Alpha replied, mildly frustrated and frantically checking out computer readings. "Ho boy, and they’re scattered all over the place!"

"Figures that she’d wait ’til Rae and Adam were gone to attack," Tanya said suspiciously, "but there’s gotta be more to it, especially when the Piranhatrons aren’t in just one place."

"I know," Kat added. "Divatox is probably trying to split us up so we can’t find whatever kind of detonator she’s planted." By that time, the Rangers had all caught on to their nemesis’s fascination with planting detonators.

"So what should we do?" asked Justin.

"Looks like we really don’t have much of a choice but to split up and get rid of them," Tommy replied, checking out the readings himself while thinking up a battle plan. "Kat, you and Justin head downtown. Tanya, can you take the industrial district?"

"Sure thing," she said.

"And I’ll take the power plant. Let’s get to it then."

"Be careful, Rangers," Dimitria advised the four. "Remember, you are not at full strength, and there is no way for Adam and Andréa to help you until they return from their mission."

The Rangers all nodded in acknowledgement. "Shift into Turbo!"

* * *

Though all the Rangers were having little trouble with the Piranhatrons as more and more of the foot soldiers kept appearing, none of them were even close to finding the detonator. Once they were totally occupied, Elgar appeared in the park with the device. "All right!" Divatox’s nephew said to himself. "Auntie D actually wants me to do something!" He snuck behind some bushes, set the detonator down in them, and activated it, the timer set at 24 hours. "Heh heh, the Rangers’ll never know what hit ’em when this puppy goes off! Porto was pretty smart to put a thingy on here to keep those power geeks from tracking it. Good thing I won’t be around to see it when it does go off!" The dim-witted creature laughed to himself some more. "Boy, Auntie D’s gonna be so proud of me for doing something right! Maybe when we finally take over the world, she’ll give me an island to control! Or better yet . . . a small country!" After making sure nobody saw him, Elgar disappeared, the detonator continuing to tick away.

Andréa’s old room was exactly as she left it; not one thing had changed. She looked on the enormous bed, Aurora’s old wedding gown still laying where she had put it after Taliana burst in that one day telling of the attack. Andréa picked it up and held it against herself, looking herself over in the full-length mirror. "Cool!" she thought out loud. "It looks like it would still fit me!" She wondered if she could somehow take it back home with her so that she could really wear it in her wedding someday. The gown was still so beautiful, far more elegant than any she had ever seen on Earth. "I better not let Adam see this quite yet," Andréa said to herself, hanging it inside one of the empty armoires for the time being. "It’s bad luck." Judging by how strong their relationship had already become, she was confident that they really would get married in a few years; she could even picture the entire scene in her mind, grinning as if it were actually taking place right there. "Hmmm . . . Andréa Marguerite Park . . ." she sighed dreamily, liking how that sounded, ". . . Rae Park . . . God, it’s so much fun to dream like that!"

While still on the thought of weddings, Andréa discovered the old journal still atop her writing table. "I remember this," she said, finding it open its very last entry, written just a week before the attack. It was brief, but it seemed to describe everything perfectly . . .

Of course, Andréa now knew something that she didn’t know then regarding what had really happened one week later. Instead of Aurora and Adrian being united forever, they had been pulled apart for thousands of years. "If I had only known how much of an eternity it would really be," Andréa sighed. She desperately hoped that something like that would never happen again where she and Adam could have been separated in such a manner . . . or even that something worse than that wouldn’t happen.

Andréa continued to look through the journal for a long time. So many more memories flooded back to her. She started at the beginning when, at only fifteen, her father had placed her in control of the almost nonexistent armies. Normally, according to royal custom, the eldest son was put in charge at that age, but as King Aurelius had no sons, the position was thrust upon Aurora. In the time before she and Adrian had met, Aurora often wrote about how lonely she felt in that enormous palace with no brothers or sisters and how she rarely ever left Tashalla. Not only that, but she seldom was even allowed to venture outside of the palace and mingle with the commoners, not even with young people her age. There was no one she was in love with, and life was rather dull; sometimes Aurora even wrote about how she often wished she wasn’t a princess. All that changed when she met Adrian. Then she began to write about how wonderful her life had finally become. Included with some of these entries were many pen-and-ink and watercolor drawings and paintings describing certain events and experiences, most of them of her and Adrian in the later entries. Aurora had always been a skilled artist, and so the old drawings reminded Andréa of the more modern portraits she had been doing lately of Adam, including the one she had been working on the day before when he came to her telling about the dream they had shared.

Just then, Andréa sensed a familiar presence in the room. She looked up to see Adam standing in the doorway. Once again, she had forgotten that this wasn’t their first life together, and when she saw him, she almost wanted to call him Adrian. Except for the change in hair and eye color, everything about him really did seem as though no time had ever passed and no battles had ever been fought. "I kinda thought I’d find you up here," Adam said, a rather blank expression on his face. Andréa’s expression was also somewhat emotionless. "What’s the matter?" he asked, noticing the way she had been staring at him. "Is something bothering you?"

"No, nothing’s bothering me," Andréa replied quietly. "I’ve just been . . . reflecting, you know, thinking of what might’ve been. But I should be asking you; you’ve really been off to yourself since we got here. This is the first time I’ve even seen you in hours."

"Yeah, I’ve been kinda . . . reflecting myself," Adam said, partially lying as he paid more attention to what was going on outside. The two French doors had been opened up onto the small balcony overlooking the city below, and so he could see just what was all taking place down there. "But you gotta remember that it’s over with and we can’t go back. What’s happening now is more important than what’s already happened." The way he said it was almost in a pessimistic tone.

"I know," Andréa answered, watching with a slight daze as Adam crossed the room and stood out on the balcony, "but it’s just so strange how everything that happened back then is so much like the way things are with us now, you know what I mean?"

Adam leaned on the balcony railing and stared off into space. "Yeah, it is. It really is strange how while everything else around you seems to change, you barely change at all. And it’s not just you and me, but everyone in one way or another . . ." His voice trailed off as he began to wonder why exactly he was doing this to himself. For over eighteen years now, Adam had always thought that he was basically a normal person. Now all of a sudden, he wasn’t just Adam Park, your slightly above average teenager living in Angel Grove, California, who also just so happened to have been a Power Ranger for the past three years, but also Adrian, crown prince of the now nonexistent Khalterrian kingdom of Corinthia. He began to wonder if he was only here for Andréa’s sake. Oh, he still loved her—Adam loved Andréa more than anything else in the world—but was all this trouble of coming here and then finding out that everything he once had was completely gone really worth it?

There was only one way for him to truly find out for sure, he thought. After a few minutes of doing nothing more than just thinking and staring out at the countryside, Adam stood up. "I’m going out to spend some time alone," he said, almost snapping at Andréa. "I’ll be back later. Don’t follow me." Then he walked out of the room, nearly bumping into Taliana in the doorway as she was coming in.

"Andréa," she asked, looking back at Adam as he disappeared down the hall, "is something bothering Adam?"

"To be honest," Andréa replied, sighing heavily as she too looked down the hallway, "I think it’s the fact that Corinthia doesn’t exist anymore and he feels there’s really nothing left for him to fight for. He doesn’t even have to say it or think about it; his actions speak volumes. Ever since you told us about that, he’s been staying completely off to himself and acting rather strange. I’ve never seen Adam this out of it before, so it must be really bad that he won’t even admit it to me."

"Has he ever been like this before?"

"Not that I really know of, but in this life, Adam’s had his share of bad times. Things now on Earth aren’t like what they used to be for him here. When he was little, other kids always made fun of him and he barely had any friends. And then, when he was twelve, he lost his older brother, someone he had always looked up to as a kid, in a brutal accident and has always had a hard time coping with it." Andréa paused for a moment, looking down at the open journal and then closing it. "But then again, my life hasn’t exactly been the greatest either. My mother disappeared when I was nine and I didn’t even find her again until a few weeks ago. Two years later, my father was killed in front of me. In between that, I had to move to a new country, and after that happened, people never seemed to accept me because I was such an outsider and I was often left with my horse as the only friend who would really listen to me before I became a Ranger."

"So the two of you do have much more in common with each other than just your past lives and being Rangers," Taliana said. "I never would have guessed."

"I wouldn’t have either before I really got to know him," Andréa continued. "But if there’s one thing I’ve really learned about Adam in the eight months we’ve been together, it’s that he rarely ever gives up on anyone or anything. And as long as I’ve known him, he’s been one of the most caring and understanding people I’ve ever met, as well as one of the bravest warriors I’ve seen in either lifetime. He may often be shy and quiet around other people, but when it comes to being a Ranger, he fights with a skill, honor, and passion few have despite his only being leader of the team on two brief occasions. But even though he was an excellent leader those two times, he never really gets a chance to show it, and that’s something else that’s bothered Adam since he became a Ranger three years ago." She paused for a moment and looked down from the balcony, where she saw him ride off through the townspeople and out of the city. "I think I know exactly where he’s going," Andréa said, running past Taliana, quickly heading out the door, and racing down the hall.

"Where are you going?" Taliana called after her.

"I’m going after him!" Andréa called back, already halfway down the hall.

"I thought he told you not to follow him!"

"I know! But I have to talk to him and clear some things up!" Andréa then turned the corner and disappeared from view.

"I pray that you will be able to, princess," Taliana said quietly, still standing in the doorway.

* * *

No sooner had Andréa raced out of the palace was she already riding off in Adam’s direction. Not far from the castle gates, in a nearby grove, she spotted him. "Adam, wait up!" she called out. Though he had heard her, Adam kept going, kicking his horse into a handgallop. "Why is he being so stubborn?" Andréa complained to herself. Waiting to stay a far enough distance from him, she too signaled her horse to go.

Adam looked back. Andréa was still following him, and he wasn’t pleased. "Rae, this is the one time when I don’t want you around!" he growled to himself. A stone wall about three feet high appeared ahead. "Maybe that’ll keep you from following me," Adam said as he approached the obstacle and sailed over it.

Andréa stopped a good distance from the wall. "Really Adam," she said to herself, "like that’s gonna stop me. I’ve jumped cross-country courses a lot higher than that!" With that, she spurred her horse back into a controlled gallop and cleared the stone wall with ease.

Adam looked back again and could still see Andréa following about a half-mile behind. "Doesn’t she get it?" he complained to himself. "I told her not to follow me!" This didn’t concern her, so why was she trying to get involved? It was time to finally lose her. "Get up!" he shouted at his horse, who then whinnied and broke into a full-out gallop.

Andréa slowed her horse back down to a halt and sighed in defeat as she watched Adam disappear behind a hill. "Oh, what’s the use?" she said. "I’m never gonna catch up with him at this rate. If I only knew what the heck was making him do this." She was still being shut out telepathically, so there was no way to know for sure what was going on without talking about it. But then something came to her. "Hmmm . . . Adam may have told me not to follow him," Andréa thought out loud, "but he never said anything about me just showing up there!" After waiting a few minutes, she kicked her horse back up into a gallop and headed over the hill in Adam’s direction.

Adam rode through what remained of the Corinthian gates, looking up at all the destruction. As Taliana had said, everything was in complete ruin. "My god," was all the one-time prince could say. The city, once bustling with people, was abandoned and desolate, an eerie and haunting silence hovering over the ruins.

Riding even further into the old city, Adam came upon what was left of the palace. He dismounted and looked around again. Tears nearly formed in his eyes when he saw how the great towers, once standing proud and high, were reduced to rubble. "Why did this all have to happen?" he asked himself. "If . . . if there’d only been a way for me to stop everything that happened!"

He climbed up some of the rocks that once made up one of the many palace walls and looked down once more at the ancient ruins, a strong breeze coming up from the sea far below and blowing his hair into his eyes. "I’m sorry, my people," Adam then said to no one, falling to his knees. "I’m sorry I had to let you down. Please forgive me."

At the same time, Andréa rode quietly into the abandoned city. "Now I can see why Adam didn’t want me around," she said to herself, looking around at the ruins. "This must be driving him crazy!" The destruction was far worse than what she had imagined, and so she wondered just how badly Adam was taking it all.

She dismounted and climbed up to where the palace once stood. In the near distance, she saw Adam sitting on a large rock and staring off in another direction. Unsure as to what he might have done had he known she was even there, Andréa stayed hidden behind part of a wall that still remained and watched him silently.

Adam sighed upon recalling that two-year-old memory. "If only Dulcea knew just how close she was to the truth back then," he wondered out loud. "But I wonder if she might’ve even known from the start who I really was before I did. I guess I can’t exactly be called a frog anymore then."

After tossing a small stone out into the vacant depths below the remains of the palace, Adam noticed something that looked like it featured a golden emblem of Corinthia, the dragon, shining through the rocks in front of him. Curious as to what it really was, he moved some of the rocks out of the way and revealed a large brown leather pouch that indeed bore that symbol on it. "What is this?" Adam asked himself, wondering how anything could have still been hidden among the ruins after thousands of years and yet still be in good condition. Whatever it was, it was quite long and had some weight to it. Believing that this strange object might have had some significance to him in his previous life, Adam stood up and opened the pouch, pulling the large object out.

Adam couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was a massive sword, one that he recognized from his youth in Corinthia. "No way," he said as he pulled it out of its scabbard, "how could it still be here?"

Adam continued to hold the sword in his hands in the same manner he had when his original father had placed it in them thousands of years before. But then he looked around at the ruins. "It’ll never belong to me!" he shouted angrily, thrusting the blade into the rocks. "What would there be for me to rule over anyway?"

Just then, he turned around and saw Andréa peeking out from behind the wall. "I know you’re there, Rae," Adam said coldly, turning back away from her. "Didn’t I make myself clear enough when I told you not to follow me?"

Knowing that she had been caught, Andréa reluctantly came out from her hiding place and approached him. "Adam, this is just . . . I . . . I don’t know why the heck you’re acting like this," she tried to explain herself. "You and I both know that sulking like this won’t make the situation any better! You even said that—"

"I know what I said!" he snapped, cutting her off. "But at least you have something to come back to and fight for! Look at this!" Adam motioned at all the ruins. "Corinthia’s gone! I don’t have anything to fight for!"

"Adam, that is not true!" Andréa protested, trying not to raise her voice at him. "Don’t you remember anything that Taliana told us? After we were gone, Corinthia fell and the people fled to Tashalla and other places. It happened after we were gone; neither of us could’ve done anything about it even if we tried! This is now; what’s happened’s happened. We can’t change the past." Adam turned back towards Andréa, but he still refused to look at her. All he could do was look down at the sword driven into the rocks and think of what could’ve been for the two of them. "Adam, listen. Yeah, I know it’s been thousands of years, but those people living back there in my homeland are just as much your people as they are mine. You do have something to fight for, Adam. You have them." She paused for a moment as she reached out and took his hand. "You have me. Shouldn’t that be enough?"

Before Adam could even say anything, a strange, swirling light appeared in front of the two of them. "Oh my god . . ." he then said softly as he saw what—or rather who—appeared from the light. Despite things changing greatly since long ago, only one word could come to his mind. ". . . Father?"

"Yes Adrian," the spirit of King Maximilian said, calling his one-time son by his true name.

Adam had no idea what was going on. "What . . . what are you doing here?"

"You have forgotten who you truly are, my son," the deceased king told him.

"But . . . I remember everything about my past," Adam replied. "How could I have forgotten who I am?"

"Though you may have been able to recall all of your memories," the king explained, "you still do not remember who you are supposed to be. Your time here may have ended long before you had the chance to become king, but your opportunity will still come someday when you choose to make Khalterria your permanent home once again. Aurora is right when she says that there is still very much for you to defend. You must fight for the freedom of all Khalterria as well as your descendants. You must defend the honor of Corinthia and everything it has stood for. You must remember who you are, Prince Adrian." Maximilian stepped backward into the light and began to fade away.

"No!" Adam called out after him. "Father, please, don’t leave yet! There’s still so much I need to know! Please!" But it was no use. Seconds later, the light was gone and everything was silent again. "Please . . . come back . . ."

Andréa had just stood there the entire time, stunned by the strange apparition. "Whoa," was all she could really say. "If that just wasn’t so much like that one scene out of The Lion King, then I don’t know what would be." She looked over to Adam, who was still staring into space. "Adam, are you all right?"

Adam eventually broke out of his daze. "I’m . . . I’m fine," he said. "But I just wish I knew what it all means!"

Andréa cracked a thin smile. "To be perfectly honest, I think it’s a lot like what the ghost of Mufasa told Simba in the movie about taking his place in the Circle of Life, and then Rafiki telling him that he ought to stop beating himself up over something he couldn’t control and do what needs to be done."

There was a brief silence as Adam finally looked back into her eyes, realizing that she had a good point even though she was describing it in terms of a scene out of a Disney movie. "Yeah, you’re right," he said. "I don’t know what I was thinking before."

Andréa looked down at the sword. "So what exactly is it about this thing that made you just about lose it a little while ago?"

"Oh, this?" Adam asked, pulling it out of the rocks. "It’s called the Sword of Draganta, named after one of Corinthia’s greatest rulers. It’s been passed down from generation to generation to each king and queen since his reign. I was supposed to be the next to get it, but obviously that didn’t happen."

Andréa’s mind started to wander once she heard that name. "Draganta . . ." she said, knowing she had heard that name not too long beforehand. "Like the Mystic Knights?"

"The who?"

"There’s an old Irish-Celtic legend I read about in school once—I don’t know if it’s true or not—about some team of heroes called the Mystic Knights," Andréa explained. "You could say that they were a lot like a medieval version of the Power Rangers, going out and fighting evil and stuff. But anyway, one of their other missions was to seek out this other legendary hero named Draganta who would bring their kingdom a hundred lifetimes of peace, only to find out that he was in front of them the entire time as their leader, the Mystic Knight of Fire."

"I think I can relate to that," Adam commented.

"No kidding," Andréa replied. "But I was just trying to think if there might’ve been a connection if the legend’s true, you know, like he maybe showed up in Ireland during the Middle Ages with a new identity the same way we ended up in this time period. It’s just a theory, so I don’t know for sure, but that all seems like too weird of a coincidence not to be connected to this. You know what I mean?"

"Kind of." Adam looked over the sword some more before slipping it back into its scabbard and strapping it to his back. "Man, I remember Mom always saying something about how she had some Irish heritage on her side of the family, but this is almost ridiculous."

Andréa laughed some. "You know, it’s really good to have the old you back again."

"The old me?" Adam asked. "Are you talking about me as Adrian or me as, well, me?"

"Actually, I was talking about both," she replied. She changed the subject, looking out over the horizon at the setting sun. "Adam, isn’t that the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen?"

"It is beautiful," he said, putting his arm around her shoulder as she rested her head on his, "just like the many sunsets we used to watch from here."

"I guess some things really never change," Andréa responded.

Adam looked into her eyes. "But nothing will ever compare to your beauty, fair princess," he continued, sounding very much like his former self.

Andréa smiled. "Okay, so maybe nothing’s changed at all." The two of them stared at each other for some time, the sun continuing to set behind the distant hills. Her previous self showing as well, she said, "I will always love you, Adrian."

"As I will always love you, Aurora," Adam replied as he took both of her hands into his, leaned into her, and kissed her tenderly.

A few minutes later, there was the sound of rocks tumbling down along what remained of the walls. Andréa looked up, startled by the sudden noise. "Aw man, why do we always have to have these kinds of moments interrupted by someone?" she complained upon seeing a swarm of Piranhatrons climbing up the walls and surrounding her and Adam. "Divatox just won’t leave us alone, even when we’re not interfering with her plans!"

"No kidding," Adam agreed. "I didn’t come all this way just to fight more Piranhatrons!"

Andréa assumed a fighting stance. "Guess it’s back to the daily grind already. Let’s clear ’em out."

As the daylight grew dimmer and dimmer, it became increasingly more difficult for the two Rangers to fight the Piranhatrons. Andréa had been forced away from the palace area and down into the vacant city, so she couldn’t exactly call on Adam to back her up. "Enough is enough," she growled to herself after getting kicked around way too much. "Purple Phoenix FireStar Power!" Finally after morphing, she was able to gain the upper hand over the foot soldiers thanks to her built-in night vision.

Meanwhile, Adam did his best to hold his own against the Piranhatrons in the dark, but not even his quick moves were enough. Backed into a corner, he drew his sword and looked at it again, noticing the indentation that still remained between the handle and the blade. "I wonder what would happen . . ." he said as he pulled out his Black FireStar Crystal and realized that it was the exact same shape and size as the indentation. Glaring at the Piranhatrons, Adam raised the sword above his head and placed the crystal into it.

There was a crack of thunder and a streak of lightning that struck the point of the sword, illuminating the night sky, and then something strange happened. Andréa looked up and all of a sudden saw the lightning, then saw Piranhatrons being thrown over the edge. "What the heck is going on up there" she asked herself as she saw more and more of the foot soldiers plummeting down from the palace ruins. "Adam? . . . Oof!" Distracted by what was taking place overhead, one of the Piranhatrons she had been fighting pounced on her and knocked her to the ground.

But then, all of a sudden, a streak of black mixed with silver and gold flashed by, ripping the Piranhatron off of Andréa. She looked up, but she couldn’t see who or what that was that flew by. The streak flashed past her again, knocking even more of the foot soldiers to the ground, and then stopped behind her. "That’s the last time you go after her like that!" a familiar voice shouted commandingly.

Andréa slowly turned and looked behind her, totally stunned by hearing that voice. Standing there was a white-haired, blue-eyed, knight-like warrior dressed in incredible black armor accented with silver and gold, a dragon’s head emblazoned on the breastplate. But of course, he wasn’t just any nondescript warrior. "Adam?" Andréa finally asked, recognizing his face in the darkness. "Is that you?"

It definitely was Adam, but it certainly didn’t look like him; he instead looked more like his former identity of Adrian. He gave the remaining Piranhatrons all a hard glare, pointing his sword at them. "If you know what’s good for you," he commanded, "you’ll go back to Divatox and tell her never to tangle with Prince Adrian again!" Cowering at the sight of the Ranger and his new power, the foot soldiers all started to run off and then disappeared.

"And don’t come back!" Andréa then shouted in agreement. "Power down!" Her Purple Ranger costume melted away to reveal her common clothing. She glanced back at Adam (or was he Adrian?), still amazed by his armor glistening in the moonlight.

"Rae?" he asked, finally looking himself over before returning the glance. "What’s going on? How did I end up like this?"

"I was hoping you could’ve told me," she replied, "’cause whatever happened, you ended up looking and sounding a lot like Adrian again."

"I did?"

"Yeah," Andréa answered softly, looking him over again, "but you look . . . wow, you look incredible."

Adam stared at her curiously, indeed feeling like his former self again. "You . . . you really think so?" Andréa nodded silently as she came up to him. With little hesitation, she reached up and kissed him gently yet tenderly, curious as to what it might have been like with him like this.

Adam then suddenly pulled back from her and remembered something. He held up his sword and noticed how his Black FireStar Crystal fit perfectly into that indentation. "My god," he said, "could I be the one?"

"What are you talking about?" Andréa asked, noticing the look of shock on his face.

He didn’t even hear her; all he could think about was that memory of being told about the Sword of Draganta and what it was ultimately capable of. "A great and powerful talisman that will reveal an equally powerful warrior . . ." Adam continued to himself, his voice trailing off as he recalled what his original father had told him long ago. "But . . . but how can it be me?"

"Adam, will you please tell me what’s going on?" Andréa asked again.

Adam removed the crystal from the sword and his armor faded away, his appearance reverting back to what it was supposed to be. "I . . . I can’t talk about it right now," he replied, looking back at her. "I don’t think you’d understand." If the Black FireStar Crystal was indeed the prophesized talisman, how would he have been able to tell Andréa that he was most likely not only the great warrior told of in that prophecy, but could, sometime in the future, also have been the fabled Immortal King? And how might it have affected his and Andréa’s future together? Could he someday be separated from her because of it? "Let’s just say that . . . I really don’t understand it myself."

Andréa was just about to question him again, but she then decided that it would have been better if she didn’t. "Well, whatever’s going on," she instead said, "it looks like you’ve got yourself some new powers."

That’s an understatement, Adam thought. "I guess I do," he replied. Returning the sword back to its scabbard, he looked up at the sky. "Rae, just how long have we been out here?"

She looked up at the sky as well and cracked a smile. "Long enough that it’s already nighttime. You know, maybe we ought to be getting back. Taliana’s probably wondering why we’ve been gone so long, even though I told her where we were going."

"Yeah," Adam responded in a slightly distant manner, still thinking about the prophecy, "we probably should." Each remounting their horses, the two Rangers rode down from the Corinthian ruins and back toward Tashalla along the moonlit path that they traveled on so many times before between their two kingdoms.

When the two returned to the city, they found something they didn’t quite expect: all sorts of music, singing, and dancing, and bright lights and colors everywhere. They dismounted and someone immediately came and led the horses to the stables, neither of the Rangers sure as to exactly what was going on. "What’s going on here?" Adam asked Andréa, both taken by the whole spectacle.

"Looks like some kind of traditional festival," Andréa replied, remembering how, on some nights, she used to hear these kinds of sounds going well past the midnight hour. "But I wonder what they could be celebrating right now."

A slightly decrepit but still kindly-looking old man appeared out of a shadow and pulled the pair aside. "So then you must be new to Tashalla," he said. "Have you heard the legend of Prince Adrian and Princess Aurora?"

"Yeah, actually we have," Andréa answered, rather apprehensive of what she and Adam had just been dragged into. We know more about it than you’d ever believe, buddy, she thought. "But why are you asking us this? And what does it have to do with what’s going on?"

"We have been told that the prince and princess have returned to Tashalla after a several thousand-year absence, and now we are celebrating their return," the old man replied. "Come into the light where I can see you better, children." Adam and Andréa reluctantly took a step forward, their appearances illuminated by the nearby firelight. "My, my, you certainly are a lovely young couple. If it weren’t for your hair and eye color, one would almost believe the two of you to be the legendary prince and princess. People have said that they saw two young travelers going up to the palace this morning with Taliana, the one-time royal advisor, and most of them described them as looking much like how you do here."

"Please sir," Adam broke in, trying to look for a way out of the situation and ad-libbing everything as he went along, "my . . . wife and I may be travelers too, but we’re just passing through looking for a place to spend the night."

Andréa shot him a strange and confused look. Wife?! she asked him telepathically. Adam, aren’t we just rushing things a little too much here?! I know you just graduated, but I’m still in high school for crying out loud!

Rae, just play along with this, Adam came back. I’m trying to get this guy off our backs just as much as you are, all right?

Andréa sighed in defeat. All right, fine! "Yes, please, I really must find a place to stay," she then said out loud to the old man, suddenly thinking of something to say. "I’m . . . uhh . . . three months pregnant with our first child, and I was told that I should get plenty of rest each night . . . yeah, that’s it!" You happy now, Adam?

Adam couldn’t help but grin and blush. Good one, Rae, he told her. Too bad we probably won’t be getting that far for a couple more years yet. "Come on, uh, honey, let’s keep going now," he ad-libbed again, grabbing Andréa by the hand. "The sooner we find a place, the better!" Finally pushing their way past the old man, the two hurried off and disappeared into the crowd.

The two made their way back to the other side of the city and into the palace before anyone else could notice them. It was much quieter there, but the music from the celebration could still be heard faintly. Adam and Andréa walked into the ballroom area, which was amazingly brightly lit despite no one else being there. As they stood there in the doorway, Andréa immediately thought of something. "Wait here," she said to Adam, beginning to run off across to the other side. "I’ll be back in a few minutes." Then she disappeared up some steps and out of view. Adam stood there, wondering what she was doing, but then realized the familiarity of his standing in the doorway before disappearing from the ballroom for a short time himself.

* * *

A short while later, Andréa appeared on the steps. She was in a beautiful purple gown, the same one worn when Aurora and Adrian first met. She looked exactly the same as she did then with the exceptions of the brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders instead of white and her eyes being a grayish blue-green color instead of a clear blue. A moderately surprised expression crossed her face when Adam reappeared on the other side of the ballroom dressed in an outfit very similar to one he wore that very same night. All he could do was look up and smile at her from the opposite end of the floor. She was smiling too, very different from the way their first meeting was here as she descended the steps to the floor.

The two of them began to walk towards each other silently, eventually meeting in the middle of the floor. Adam came down on one knee in front of Andréa, reaching out for her still delicate hand and kissing it. Then he looked up at her, his eyes changing back over to the same handsome blue color that they used to be so long ago. "May I have this dance, princess?" he asked quietly and kindly.

Andréa looked down at him, smiling in the same shy manner as she originally did. "Yes, of course," she whispered. Adam stood up and, though there was no beautiful music playing like there once was and the surroundings were not quite as elegant anymore, the two began to dance. It was just the two of them in the old ballroom; no one else was around. Nothing else in the universe mattered to them anymore. As they continued to dance through the night, it was as if Adam and Andréa no longer existed; it was only Adrian and Aurora once again.

Finally, after perhaps an hour or so, they stopped and stood there looking at each other. "I don’t remember if I ever said this to you that night or not," Adam said softly, "but I think you look absolutely beautiful."

"You . . . really believe it?" Andréa asked.

"I believe it with all my heart," Adam replied, kissing her hand once again. "I’ve believed it since the very first time we met here, and again when we met last fall. I don’t care what others might say about us, because they haven’t been through all the things we have, and they don’t understand the meaning of true love the way you and I do." He caressed her cheek softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "And now I’ve finally realized why I’ve never been able to have feelings for anyone the way I do for you." Adam then moved his hand down Andréa’s shoulder and around her back before drawing her in even closer and kissing her deeply. They stayed like that in each other’s arms for perhaps an hour more, neither of them wanting to ever let go of the moment.

"I don’t understand why we can’t morph!" Andréa shouted to Adam over the sounds of the raging battle taking place around them. "We’re completely defenseless like this!"

"I know!" Adam yelled back, drawn into another fight. "This shouldn’t be happening! But we have to keep trying somehow!"

Andréa's saber clashed with that of her attacker and she was drawn into a fight. In no time, she drove her assailant away, but behind her she heard the unending sound of metal against metal as Adam continued against his attacker, a seemingly reasonable opponent. But seconds later, Andréa heard an all too familiar-sounding cry, then turned around to find him lying on the ground in absolute pain, his clothing stained with his own blood. Whoever had delivered the damaging blow had somehow been able to pierce right through his armor. "Adam, no!" Andréa screamed, falling to her knees beside him.

Adam looked up at her, knowing there was no way she would have been able to save him and his eyes wide with shock and terror. "No," he said in a very strained voice while pushing her away, "keep fighting. Leave me here."

The tears streamed down Andréa’s face. "No, I won’t leave you!" she sobbed, taking his trembling hands into hers. "I refuse to go on without you. I love you too much to just walk away from you and let you die here all alone without me at your side!"

Adam continued to look up at her, his eyes never leaving hers despite barely being able to keep them open. He tried to pull himself up to her level, using every last bit of strength he had, and said in a faint tone, "I will always love you too, Andréa," kissing her weakly. "I regret that we never had the chance to spend the rest of our lives together, but I want you to know that I will always be with you no matter what." Then he fell back to the ground and let out a soft yet torturous cry of pain, his hands falling limp as he took one final breath and closed his eyes.

Andréa screamed out in lamentation, trying to wake Adam up, but it was no use. Her screams were drowned out by the sounds of the raging battle, and so no one had even noticed that one of their greatest and most loved heroes was now dead. Still crying, Andréa bent down and kissed him on the lips one last time. "Good-bye, Adam," she whispered as if he could still hear her, closing her eyes and laying her head below his. "’Til death do us part."

* * *

When Andréa opened her eyes again, she and Adam were on the floor of the Power Chamber. No one else was there except for Alpha, who stood above them, and Dimitria. Andréa looked up at both of them, not quite sure what to say. "Andréa, what has happened that you and Adam have returned so soon?" Dimitria asked. "Are the two of you all right?"

There was a brief silence in the chamber, indicating Andréa’s reply. There was no need to say it as it was quite obvious. Then she broke down into tears again, unable to hold back her emotions. "We need to tell the other Rangers," Andréa said, her voice soft and strained. "They need to know what’s happened, that Adam is . . ." She couldn’t even say the word, as she was already crying uncontrollably over his lifeless body.

* * *

Andréa, disguised as the Purple Ranger, walked up to the Parks’ front door. She looked back to the other four Rangers, who stood a few feet back on the sidewalk. They all gave her a silent and reassuring nod, all five of them knowing that this had to be done despite having to possibly reveal their secret to the family. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, little Kara opened it and looked up with awe. Adam had been right; his little sist