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DUST ROSE INTO THE AIR LIKE A STORM, stirred up by running feet and hasty stops. Destruction ate away at the very ground itself like a deadly plague, clawing away chunks of the ground into a void of darkness, and tearing down stone walls around the figure clad in all red standing in the middle of once-grand building.

Underneath a gleaming red helmet, her steel grey eyes flashed as she slashed a monster in half diagonally. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, but she resisted giving into its reckless grip, whirling around as a man cried out.

"Max!" She yelled, her gaze locking on the Blue Ranger struggling against another monster feet behind her. The monster was pushing him closer and closer to a cliff that either dropped into a deep ravine, or into nothing. Either way, he would die if he fell.

At the sound of her voice, the monster shoved the Blue Ranger so hard he stumbled backwards, his foot slipping over the edge.

The Red Ranger threw herself forward, tossing a knife at the creature that caught it in it's heart, or the space where a heart would have gone, and it crumbled to dust. She caught the Blue Ranger's hand right as he lost his grip, having fallen and catching the edge of the cliff with his fingertips. With a grunt of effort, she inched backwards, slowly but surely pulling him up and over the side to safety.

"We need to go! The portal won't remain open for much longer!" He gasped, and she could only manage a breathless nod. She grabbed his offered hand, struggling to a standing position as he helped her up.

"We need to make sure everyone's accounted for first," she breathed out, grimacing at the pain in her side.

"I helped them through," he replied, frowning underneath his blue helmet as he saw her wince. "Nikki?"

She waved a hand to dismiss the concern in his voice. "I'm fine. What about Uli? Is he coming?"

The Blue Ranger shook his head. "No. He said he could help more by staying here to see if he could slow the curse."

She nodded briefly, her head turning as she surveyed the damage with a grim expression. "Very well. Let's hope he was right about this," she added softly, more to herself than to her companion.

"We're going to find a way to save Hetar." He said, taking her hand. He hated that she blamed herself for this invasion. If anything, this invasion wasall of the team's fault, and he knew they would agree with that.

They still couldn't convince Nikki of that, however. She was completely convinced it was her fault, and her fault alone, that this world was dying and they had been forced to open a portal to another realm in the already-fragile fabric of reality of Hetar.

As the Red Ranger, the leader of the most powerful and elite guardian force in this world, the Mystic Force Power Rangers, she shouldered the weight of the team's decisions and results — and their mistakes.

Max could still remember the day she had been selected by the Red Mystic Ranger Morpher to be a Power Ranger, and how reluctant she had been to accept — it took two days of convincing by Max before she'd given in. Before that fateful day, she had been more relaxed, more carefree, an ordinary village girl who had a regular life. She had had only normal worries — high school, boy troubles, and high school girl drama.

And now? She led the most powerful force for good in this universe. She was legendary — they all were — praised and honored when they defeated evil, but this role also meant that she took the blame and fall for the team's mistakes, slip ups, and failures.

Nikki was silent in response, grateful for the visor on her helmet that hid the tears in her eyes.

She squeezed his hand briefly with a small nod, and they turned and walked through the portal together, and as they did so, her chin rose in defiance and determination.

If the Master thought he could destroy their world because they were seemingly turning their backs on it, he was dead wrong.

Nicolette Maria Russell would do anything, even the impossible, to save this world, and that was exactly what she was planning to do.

The impossible.