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...
Midnight fell like a rich velvet blanket of black, swallowing up the forest, draining the colors to grey and then to nothing at all. The forest looked different at night.
Cynthia dashed through the woods, leaping over thin winding creaks and slippery rocks. She dodged and zipped past rotting oak trees and under low and snapped branches. The trees were hard to see in the darkness.
Everything blurred into dizzying blend of black. She ran as fast as she could through the forest. The earth was wet and moist under her red vans. The woods began to widen and a thin layer of fallen pine needles and sentinels disguised the perilously rocky terrain.
Cynthia's ponytail trailed behind her in long waves of cherry hues through the darkness. It was like a lions mane, flaming and brilliant.
She ran beside a twisted creek that mirrored the deep greens of the trees. The moonlight's reflection was in the river. The water was highest at nighttime, and she knew that. The moon would help her.
Cynthia ran out of the forest, gasping for air. Right outside of this part of the forest was a small sandy bay, close to the water. The expanse of blue water stretched in every direction to the horizon.
The ocean lapped at the sand leaving its lacy foam to trail the waves as they retreated. The sand was dark and cold at nighttime. Cynthia walked over the sand, letting it crush underneath of her shoes. She bent down and placed her finger in the water and took it back. It was cold. But she could make it even more chilling.
Cynthia's eyes glowed a bright vivid red and she placed her entire hand in the water. The ocean breathed, her surface rising and falling with rhythmic ease. The waves became frozen around her.
Cynthia stood up and stepped onto the ice. I've had encrusted her hands and arms. More ice spread over the water, letting her walk on top of it. She would have to run. The wind gusted and gave the ocean's surface the look of shattered glass, each tiny facet both reflecting a portion of the wintry moon.
Cynthia ran into the water and the ice followed her. She flung her hands out and froze more of the water in front of her. The waves became frozen in the moonlight.
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Every wave was clothed in a million shimmering stars, which twinkled from every move. The ethereal cold was seeping back into Cynthia's trembling body with no warning, just like her thoughts.
Beneath Cynthia, the sea rose like great mountains. The waves were massive. They were anger in the form of water, turbulent and unforgiving. The waves crystallized around her.
In that frozen place, that ice-world, the sea had frozen mid-waves, curling upward into the darkness of the night.
Total darkness prevailed as the dismal clouds overcast the caliginous sky and the wind arose, causing waves to tower over Cynthia. The sight of the moon was lost in her vision.
