Here's the second chapter. I will introduce a new character named Truman. He will play an important role in this trilogy. I have mentioned this is to avoid confusion. Also, there's two Jayden's in the story. The Black and the Red Ranger. Last names: Falconer and Shiba. Sorry for the long wait. XD
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"It looks like I've won Samurai rangers." Egathator boomed, as Mia, Emily, Mike, Kevin, and Antonio struggled to get up on the shattered pavement oozing with cement. Egathator's lasers had killed the flat paved street that used to be.
It did look like Egathator had won. The rangers were done. Mia's hair was like an unruly jungle of vines covered in mud, blood had covered her face, there were thousands of rips in the fabric that created her pink and white shirt, her skin was nearly black from bruises, and her feet were pulling her down in fatigue.The other rangers weren't doing any better. Jayden was absent from this fight due to an injury that could barely be mended. Egathator had overpowered them. It was simply it. He had defeated them because he was stronger.
"I will destroy you all," Egathator shouted as he kicked Mia rapidly, then blasted lasers towards Kevin. Then it seemed his grey arms grew rapidly as they streched themselves and began hitting Mike. They couldn't get up all three of them. Mia, Mike and Kevin. They could've been dead. No one could know, and the five of them would never know, if Egathator won, and it seemed this result was going to occur. Death was upon them, and they knew it could happen any time now, but they would be oblivious if it did happen.
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Zedilina was close to his revival. He remebered thousands of years ago, he was so close to conquering the universe. Then there was that being Utopia...Ugh.
Never mind that. Utopia was gone now. And they were coming for him. And eventually all of them would too. Since darkness never died.
Darkness would be everywhere, in the night, in space, when the lights were off, but most importantly when nothing was there to oppose it's existence, or if nothing could illuminate the darkness, this was Zedilina he couldn't be defeated, he was the darkness. He would return.
Zedilina was once human too, but something had happened to make him, into this dark demon-like presence. It was a secret that had to stay with him forever, but like most secrets, it was bound to be revealed, one day.
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It was dark night all the way in the city of Manchester, England. Truman found himself in a frightening alley, that shadowed over whoever walked through it. Truman looked behind him, to make sure, he wasn't being followed.
He couldn't be caught, if he was they would find Timmy, his only brother. Timmy was only a ten year old child, his brown eyes illuminated the world. They say that the eyes are the passage way to the soul. Timmy's eyes displayed his innocent soul. The size of Timmy's innocence seemed to represented by the size of Timmy's eyes. But no one can be even close innocent forever, And Truman knew one day, Timmy would suffer like everyone else in society did. He just hoped it wasn't today.
Truman then found himself in front of a shadow that reflected a huge mansion. As he walked towards the front door, he thought of what his father had said, before he disappeared.
"Go to Manchester. To the 34th Trafford Street. You'll find a mansion there. If you find it, break into it. You're going to have to dig the whole house for a medallion. There's only one medallion in the house, so you won't be confused. But be careful. A man who used to be known as Falconer lives in that house. A man who used to be a Black Samurai. If he finds you he'll kill you."
This was two years ago when Truman was sixteen. After two years he had finally found it. Two long years, of escaping a group of people that had tried to kill him and Timmy. They were assassins hired to kill kids. Truman didn't know why, and they would always be wrapped in a trench coat and Truman was unable to see their faces.
Timmy was sleeping at their tentative home in a garage of downtown Manchester. If they found him, Truman wasn't sure, he could bare the torture they would put him through to interrogate the location of his brother. Truman was scared he would fall into pressure.
Timmy was a nice kid. Truman, knew that he couldn't have been that nice, even if he was given a second chance to be a kid again. Timmy didn't care if Truman was a monster...
It happened years ago when, Truman poked around his dad's office, after his dad had disappeared. Their mother had perished in an early age. And they were practically orphans. Truman then found a red mask, of an ogre that had black lines drawn across it. Truman tried it on, out of curiousity. And it had possessed him. His skin was turned crimson with black strokes randomly across it. He wore a purple trench coat that seemd to be a part of his body. His face was a crimson oval with black strokes across both cheeks, and he also possessed black horns. Truman found two katanas in the pockets of his trench pocket, and found himself feel lighter. He felt faster, stronger, invincible. But not content. What was there to be content about? His father was gone, his mother had died, assassins were after him, and so were social sevices. But he had to find the mansion, and he used Timmy to breath. To have a speck of happiness. To drive him on.
Truman then heard a silent THUD. A knife had been thrown, and had landed an inch above his shoulder, and was slammed against the door. Truman, turned around, and saw that they had found him...
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Jayden Shiba switched on the television as he rested after his battle with the Master. Mentor Ji had gone to visit a boy named Cody, who had befriended Jayden a few weeks ago.
"Breaking news! The Power Rangers Samurai's identity are revealed as a monster is at the verge of destroying them! It seems a government association has been monitoring them, and now has proof to confirm their identites. They are confirmed as citizens number SG-128 Antonio Garcia, number RN-230 Mia Watanabe..."
Jayden was devestated. This meant that the team was not only about to get destroyed, but their identity had been revealed. This meant they would have public issues, and if a government association had been monitoring them, the government would be involved also.
'These are the consequences of being a Power Ranger.' Jayden thought.
But first he had to help his team. Jayden forcefully stretched his stiff, bloody, sweaty, debris filled muscles to get up. He dragged his feet as he got dressed in a red t-shirt and blue jeans. He then sprinted outside as he took out his Samuraizer and cried, "Go, go Samurai."
Jayden wasn't ready to fight though. He was too weak from his previous fight, but the fate of his team, who had always been on his side, depended on it.
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"SPIN SWORD! Darkness lunge!" A voice shouted as Jayden Falconer spun the handle of his sword that glowed in a thin black light, as the black Samurai ranger, charged towards Egathator.
Egathator then waited until the sword was within his reach, then he grabbed it with his frog like hands. It seemed the thin black light around the sword disappeared, as Egathator began to glow in a thin black light, and then bursted with rays of pitch black energy. It would've killed any Power Ranger, morphed or unmorphed. But Jayden survived. He was ready for round two, as blood was aroused inside his helmet, and his sore legs were barely erected with a thin string of strength. He was prepared to die, but he was also prepared to fight.
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Power Rangers: The Shadow Part 1 The Awakening
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