After their greatest hero the Radiant Ranger died of defeat, Cynthia and her friends intake the radiance powers from the Radiant Ranger himself, and train themselves in order to finish the Radiant Rangers work and defeat their greatest enemy Vividle...
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The town was a result of a village with no city planning and a great enthusiasm for architecture. Every building was different, colorful and unique. It made the place as glorious as a beloved grandmother's quilt, ever patch unique and as eye catching as the one before.
Cynthia looked back at the forest. Mountains rose on the horizon, sheer rocks striking down from snowy peaks. Only the base was softened by the virescence of a pine blanket. An hour ago the mountain's had seemed so close and now, after walking for many miles, the mountains still seemed ginormous.
"Wow," said Cynthia. "It's crazy that we were able to walk up that entire mountain. They even look huge from a distance."
Juliet stopped walking and looked back. "Yeah and I'm starving, so let's get going."
Danielle lead them through the town. The town was busy with people, all which seemed friendly but Danielle didn't bother to smile or wave. She was too shy for that.
A large body of water was just outside of the town. "Do you ever go swimming in the ocean?" asked Juliet to Danielle.
"No." answered Danielle. "I don't like to go outside unless I have too. When I'm practicing my powers I go into the forest where I can be alone." She looked back at the forest which now seemed hundreds of miles away. "Nobody ever goes into that forest..."
Danielle approached a small home and stopped outside of its door. The old house looked as if it belonged in a story book. It's roof was a thick thatch of straw and it's stone walls were painted light pink. The square windows were mullioned and edged thickly in white. It looked just about big enough for one old lady to live there, devoting her life to the area that lay about it.
Cynthia and Juliet observed the house, they weren't too sure of what to think of it. Cynthia looked over at the house which sat beside Danielle's grandmas. The old-fashioned house next door was badly in need of improvements. The dingy brick walls were streaked by the drippage from the leaky tin gutter that ran along the roof. Massive shutters were rotting away and some of the windows were broken and missing.
"Oh my neighbor died, that house is abandoned. Nobody lives there anymore so we don't have to worry about neighbors." said Danielle. She noticed Cynthia's concerned stare.
Cynthia wasn't used to how timid and how pessimistic Danielle was. She had never met a person so quiet. Danielle could say anything morbid in her shy, quiet voice without any emotion at all.
Danielle opened the door and walked in. "Grandma I'm home!" She called. Before Cynthia or Juliet could take another step Danielle stopped them. "Take off your shoes." She said. "They're covered in mud and my grandma doesn't like messy floors."
Danielle's grandmother's home was a living museum. Everything was original or refurbished retro, like the house itself. Everything was unique. Although the tangerine and fuchsia walls were a slight eyesore and the paint was over thirty years old, Danielle liked its aesthetic. The floral prints were bold and the furniture was sparse and simple. In the kitchen sat a orange old fashion telephone.
