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See my first ever fic, "'Welcome to the Saga', for the disclaimer. <b>Author's notes</b> – this story takes place exactly one week after the events of "'Divided We Fall', and like any good supervillain, Ultramarine just wouldn't stay dead. If you like the story, please send me feedback. Also, I realise that the "'forest' idea I use isn't totally original, but I liked the concept on the show, so I thought I'd use it.</font> <p>To my US readers – <b>IMPORTANT</b> – from an email I received this week (thanks again Richie), I think I'd better clear up something about the school that the kids attend. Currimundi State School is NOT a school for juvenile delinquents and such – where I live, ALL schools for ALL kids are called "'State' schools. Currimundi is a primary (elementary) school for all children from grades one to seven.</font></p> <h5 ALIGN="CENTER">The Return of Ultramarine – Chapter One</font></h5>

<p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&nbsp;</p> </font> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">The last thing he could remember before everything went black was a blinding flash of light and a great roaring sound, followed by a second of incredible pain. After that, an unknown amount of time had passed before he quite suddenly found himself standing on solid ground again. Without opening his eyes, he knew where he was – his home planet. And even when he did open his eyes, he did not see the dark trees around him nor the starry sky above. All he saw were eleven costumed figures, standing before him and laughing at him. At this, a fiery rage built up inside the warrior, and he decided his future on the spot. He could not let them go unpunished – revenge <i>would</i> be his.</font></p> <p ALIGN="CENTER">* * *</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">I ask you, what is there not to love about Friday afternoon? It's the one time of the week when every single kid in school has the same goal and same purpose – getting the heck out of there as fast as humanly possible. In that brief five or ten minutes after the bell rings, the entire school community works together to reach a common goal. And despite the fact that most of us were burdened with homework, we had an entire two days of freedom to enjoy, and any pending work could wait until Sunday night at the earliest.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Hi guys,&quot; began Brendan, once he and I had safely made it through the crush out of the room, where Teresa, Scott and Sarah stood waiting. &quot;What has everyone got planned for the weekend?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Flat nothin',&quot; answered Scott with a grin, as Brendan and I walked over to the bag racks, &quot;that's what.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;I hear you,&quot; agreed Sarah, speaking loudly to be heard over the noise all around, &quot;nothing like a nice relaxing weekend.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">I turned to her, smiling. &quot;You do realise that you just jinxed us, and we'll probably now spend the weekend fighting some drooling slime monster from Neptune.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Brendan looked up, a sour look on his face. &quot;And if <i>she</i> didn't, then <i>you</i> sure did,&quot; he grinned.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Hey,&quot; began Teresa, as another small crowd of kids surged past us, &quot;have you guys all handed in your camp permission slips?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;D'oh!&quot; cried Brendan, slapping his hand to his forehead. &quot;I forgot!&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Well, you better hurry,&quot; she replied. &quot;You've only got another week.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;You're really looking forward to this, aren't you?&quot; I smiled, cramming stuff into my bag.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;You kiddin'?&quot; she said enthusiastically. &quot;I love camps!&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Me too,&quot; continued Scott. &quot;Where <i>are</i> we going this year, anyway?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Some place down on the Gold Coast,&quot; answered Sarah. &quot;You're right though, it should be fun.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Finally, Brendan and I zipped up our bags and slung them over our shoulders, and the five of us all turned and joined the throng of people walking down to the school gate.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Hey,&quot; I began, &quot;anyone want to catch a film tonight?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Teresa smiled. &quot;Sounds cool.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Yeah, I'll call Jason and the others and see if they want to come.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Scott turned to me and lowered his voice. &quot;Don't you have training with Zordon?&quot; he asked curiously.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">I shook my head. &quot;Nah, he gave me the night off because we've been training so hard lately. I've mastered basic telekinesis, and get this,&quot; and I grinned, &quot;invisibility,&quot; I laughed, with two thumbs up.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Invisibility?&quot; repeated Brendan with a smile, as we walked past the bustling carpark. &quot;Wow. Imagine the possibilities…&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Hey,&quot; said Scott suddenly, turning around and pointing. &quot;Check that<br> out,&quot; and we all turned to look.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">A long line of ominous black clouds stretched across the sky, hanging over the ocean but slowly moving towards us. Bathed in an eerie purple glow, the clouds rolled and boiled in the afternoon breeze. Periodically, thunder rumbled through the clouds and echoed across the darkened sky, and every so often, jagged forks of lightning flashed down from the heavens and danced across the sea. It was quite a spectacle.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Well,&quot; remarked Teresa casually, &quot;looks like we're in for nasty weather.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="CENTER">* * *</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Rita Repulsa was not in a particularly happy mood, and the lunar castle was decidedly quiet that week, all of her respective henchmen having long since learnt when to make themselves scarce. Finster busied himself in his lab, having been ordered to replace Rita's army of putties, Scorpina and Goldar had spent the week training, and Baboo and Squatt, realising their precarious position in the castle, had retreated to their own personal quarters within the castle's lower levels, leaving Rita to angrily fume to herself in an empty throneroom.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Rita could still not believe everything that had happened. After all, she should have been overjoyed. She'd gotten rid of one Power Ranger, obliterated his zord and in doing so, effectively crippled the junior team. But even after everything, her adversaries had kept fighting. In the aftermath, she'd lost an entire army of putties and Ultramarine had been killed, something that she hadn't even thought possible. Feeling her headache returning, she clutched at her forehead, and smiling evilly, she reached for her wand.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Squatt! Baboo!&quot; she cried, and her two henchmen soon obediently appeared at one of the throneroom's doors.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Yes my Queen?&quot; asked Squatt hesitantly.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Raising her wand, she continued. &quot;Could you come here for a minute?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">All of a sudden, without warning, the room began to shake – the walls, floor and ceiling all started rumbling violently. In alarm, Rita quickly got to her feet, looking around the room for the source of the disturbance. But suddenly, the large double doors at the end of the room burst open, immediately drawing everyone's attention. A dark figure stood silhouetted in the doorway, bathed in an eerie yellow light – Rita immediately knew who it was.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Ultramarine?&quot; she gasped in amazement, as the room became still again.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">With a customary growl, Ultramarine stepped forward out of the shadows, and began to walk towards them.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Yes witch,&quot; Ultramarine replied, and for effect, he raised his arms and both wrist-blades slid out, glinting in the low light. &quot;It's me.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Say,&quot; began Baboo curiously, once Ultramarine had reached them, &quot;aren't you dead?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Ultramarine glared at Baboo, his red eyes on fire, and Baboo immediately jumped back and hid behind Squatt.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Every member of the Brotherhood was given two lives to live as part of an ancient deal made,&quot; he explained. &quot;Those Rangers,&quot; and he spat the word out like a curse, &quot;took one of my lives, and they will be made to pay.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Rita smiled, realising the incredible opportunity that was opening up before her. &quot;Revenge will be sweet, Ultramarine, I promise you that, but why don't we join forces again? Last time, we destroyed one of the Rangers and very nearly took out the rest of the team.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Silence followed, as Ultramarine paused thoughtfully and eyed Rita carefully. Finally, he spoke.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;You make a good point witch. In fact, I'd hoped that you would say that.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Suddenly, the huge double doors burst open again, and into the room strode Goldar, Scorpina and Finster, Goldar leading the charge.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;My Queen…&quot; began Goldar, but he caught sight of Ultramarine and stopped, mid-sentence. Eyeing Ultramarine suspiciously, Goldar turned back to Rita.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Isn't he…?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Ultramarine shot Goldar a withering stare which cut him off.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Now that we're all friends,&quot; began Rita wryly, &quot;Ultramarine, what are your plans for revenge?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">The warrior nodded. &quot;One of the Junior Team possesses Rainbow Power, this I can remember from our earlier battle,&quot; he explained, in his dry throaty voice. &quot;While I am powerful, if I used that power to it's full potential I would be completely invincible, and I could crush the Power Rangers like insects.&quot; He saw a skeptical look on Rita's face, and continued. &quot;And before you lecture me on the Rainbow Powers, witch, need I remind you of the Rainbow Prism?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;But that's just a myth…&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;The Rainbow Prism exists,&quot; stated the warrior matter-of-factly. &quot;Once I can obtain the Prism and capture the Rainbow Ranger, I will be able to draw away the Rainbow power, and use it myself.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Rita took a step forward. &quot;But the legend says that the prism is surrounded by an impenetrable energy field.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;I'm well aware of that,&quot; replied Ultramarine, before turning and looking at Finster. &quot;But I'm sure it would not take our resident scientist too long to create a device that would allow me to break through such an energy field.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">That cocky devil, thought Rita to herself. He's thought this whole thing through ahead of time. And what's more, it just might work.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;I like the way you think Ultramarine,&quot; she said, and grabbing her wand, she turned to Finster. &quot;Finster,&quot; she began, &quot;get started on something that'll let Ultramarine get past that energy field.&quot; Smiling evilly, she turned back to Ultramarine. &quot;Finally, we can destroy those Power Rangers once and for all.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Yes,&quot; said Ultramarine in his hoarse voice, smiling beneath his armour, &quot;by this time tomorrow, the Power Rangers will be naught but a memory and the rainbow power will be mine.&quot; He paused, raising his voice and shouting triumphantly. &quot;I <i>will</i> have my revenge!&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="CENTER">* * *</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">The storm was quite violent, one of the nastiest storms that year, with wind howling through Caloundra and rain and hail falling all night. But it was certainly nothing out of the ordinary, particularly for that time of the year, and despite the number of trees and telephone lines that came crashing down during the night, or the number of houses and cars that were damaged by hail, it would go down as &quot;just another storm&quot;, to be discussed by business men and women over lunch or by little old ladies over tea. Still, thought Jason as he walked down Elonera Street, the city hadn't seen one like that in quite some time.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Reaching number nine, he walked up the pathway, onto the front patio and up to the door. As he knocked on the door, he looked around – this garden had not been spared the storm's wrath. Much like the neighbouring houses, numerous pot-plants had blown over during the night, and several large branches from the trees in the garden had fallen down.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">The front door swung open, and Jason quickly turned back.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Jason,&quot; I said with a smile, opening the door and stepping outside. &quot;It's good to see you. What brings you to my humble home?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Jason smiled. &quot;Well actually, I've got a favour to ask.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Shoot,&quot; I replied.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">He nodded. &quot;After last night's storm, my mother decided to fix up the garden, and now she's on one of her gardening kicks. She wants me to pick up a few things for her at the nursery down the road, but this list she gave me is enormous. I could use some help. I don't suppose I could owe you one?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">I nodded. &quot;Sure. No problem. Anything to get me away from my maths homework.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;You just wait until high-school maths,&quot; he replied grimly.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;It sounds bad.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;It is.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">I laughed, and opened the door. &quot;Hey mum, I'm going out,&quot; I called, knowing that my mother would be within earshot, reading the newspaper in the loungeroom, &quot;I'll be back later,&quot; and we turned away, walked through the front garden, onto the pavement and continued down the street. I knew the nursery that Jason was talking about – it was on Nicklin Way, a couple of minutes walk away, and supposedly the best one on the Sunshine Coast. As we crossed the road onto Nicklin Way, the two of us chatted about anything and everything, just like old friends, the weather, the storm, life in general.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;So,&quot; I asked, as we approached the nursery, &quot;what are you doing this weekend?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">He shook his head. &quot;Not much. I have to study for a couple of exams next week, and I'm going to work out with Tommy in the Youth Centre this afternoon. How about you?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Same as you,&quot; I replied. &quot;I've got some homework to finish, and this afternoon, Scott and Teresa are coming around so we can all work on finishing a couple of assignments.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Jason nodded. &quot;You've been friends with them a long time, haven't you?&quot; he asked.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Yep,&quot; I replied. &quot;Scott and I have been friends forever, and I've known Teresa just as long.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;You really like Teresa, don't you?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">I nodded. &quot;Yeah, she's great.&quot; But only after several seconds had passed did I pick up on the mischievous tone in Jason's voice, and I spun around towards him. &quot;Jason Scott, just what were you insinuating by that?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Jason shot me a hilarious "'who, me?' look. &quot;Nothing,&quot; he replied innocently.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">I shook my head, unconvinced. &quot;You watch it boy,&quot; I grinned.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">We reached the front gates of the nursery, with palm fronds and green leaves poking out of the fence, and entered. Jason pulled the list his mother had given him out of his pocket, and quickly scanned through it.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Okay,&quot; he began, &quot;it looks like we'll need some potting mix, some…&quot; but looking up, his voice trailed off. I turned to him to see what was the matter – from the look on his face, I'd say it was something serious.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Jason, what's…&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Get down!&quot; he whispered frantically, and he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the ground. When I turned to him, he raised his arm and pointed. I crawled partially through the low hedge we were hiding behind to see what he was pointing at, and did a double, no, triple take when I saw.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Goldar and Scorpina were casually walking through the nursery, Scorpina with a bag slung over her shoulder and Goldar with a list very similar to Jason's. As we watched in silence, they came out of a greenhouse, and pausing for a second, they turned towards the "'flowering plants' section. Safely out of sight behind the hedge, Jason and I both strained our ears to listen to what the two villains were saying.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;What else does Finster need?&quot; asked Scorpina.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;I'll just check,&quot; replied Goldar, glancing down and consulting his list.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;What does Finster need all these natural ingredients for anyway?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">The golden warrior shook his head. &quot;I'm not sure. After he talked to Ultramarine,&quot; and at this, Jason and I exchanged the same worried look, &quot;and came to me, he said something about needing ingredients for an "'energy ball' that would be able to adapt to any kind of energy then "'cancel' that energy out.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Which will allow him to get to the Rainbow Prism,&quot; finished Scorpina with a nod.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Goldar and Scorpina continued talking, but by now they'd walked out of earshot. Confident that they wouldn't be able to hear us either, Jason and I both turned to each other.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Ultramarine?&quot; we murmured simultaneously.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Wow,&quot; Jason continued quietly, &quot;this can't be good. And what was that Rainbow Prism they were talking about?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">I shook my head. &quot;Darned if I know,&quot; I said, turning back to watch for Scorpina and Goldar.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">He tapped my shoulder. &quot;We should get back and tell the others.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">I nodded. &quot;Definitely,&quot; I agreed, and taking as much care as humanly possible, the two of us crawled back to the entrance of the nursery, then getting up, we ran as fast as we could.</font></p> <p ALIGN="CENTER">* * *</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Rainbow Prism?&quot; repeated Billy, turning away and quickly tapping keys on the keyboard. Jason and I had teleported back to the Command Centre immediately after we'd left the nursery, and the others all soon joined us.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Jason nodded. &quot;Yep,&quot; he replied, before turning back to Zordon. &quot;They said, once they had the right ingredients, Finster would be able to create an energy ball, whatever the heck that is, that would allow Ultramarine to break through the forcefield containing that Prism.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Yeah,&quot; I said in agreement. &quot;We didn't hear the rest of the conversation though – we couldn't risk getting caught.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Are you guys okay?&quot; asked Teresa with concern.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">I nodded. &quot;We're fine, now, but with Ultramarine back…&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;We're in for some serious trouble,&quot; finished Trini, pacing her usual spot behind one of the control panels.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Watching over us, Zordon nodded in agreement. &quot;You are correct Trini. Ultramarine's return can only mean trouble.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Man, I can't believe he's back,&quot; said Zac, astonished. &quot;After our last battle, all that was left of him were pieces of charcoal floating in Pumicestone Passage.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Yeah,&quot; nodded Sarah. &quot;You've got to wonder how Rita managed to put him back together.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;With a lot of patience,&quot; murmured Brendan. &quot;And probably just as much duct tape.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Zordon,&quot; began Teresa, turning from us up to Zordon's tube, &quot;what is this "'Rainbow Prism' anyway? Why is it so important?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Inside his plasma tube, Zordon nodded. &quot;Good question Teresa, but up until about five minutes ago, I would have said that it was a myth and didn't really exist at all,&quot; he explained. &quot;No-one in living memory has even seen the Prism. I too believed that the Prism was nothing but a fable, but if a great and knowledgeable warrior such as Ultramarine trusts the legend, then this supposed "'myth' must have more substance than anyone has given credit. However, be aware that anything I tell you is pure guess-work and may not be correct. Please turn to the viewing screen.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">We all turned to look at the viewing screen. Highlighted on the screen was a small translucent cube. Each of its six faces appeared to be made out of tinted glass, and a variety of colours shone from what appeared to be a tiny ball of light in the middle of the cube. It was very beautiful to look at, and it appeared quite fragile, as if sneezing on it would cause the glass sides to shatter and smash.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">We all turned back to Zordon.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Would I be right in assuming that this Rainbow Prism is somehow connected to my own powers?&quot; asked Brendan.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Zordon looked down at him. &quot;Yes Brendan, your assumption is correct,&quot; he replied, before looking back up and addressing us all. &quot;According to my interpretation of the legend, the Rainbow Prism was created to contain an almost infinite amount of energy. The power stored within the Prism is, I suppose, connected to Brendan's Rainbow Power in that, using a gross oversimplification, both energies travel the same wavelength.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Our mentor paused, took a breath, and continued. &quot;On its own, the Rainbow Prism is virtually useless, as it was never designed to be able to release its own energy. However, if used in the right way, it is safe to assume that the Prism could effectively channel Brendan's Rainbow Power.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">There was a stunned silence then, as we all realised the implications of what Zordon had just said, but surprisingly enough, it was Brendan who put all our thoughts into words.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;So, Ultramarine wants to drain away my powers and then use them himself,&quot; he said slowly, with a hint of anger.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;It appears so,&quot; replied Zordon.</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Oh man,&quot; murmured Scott. &quot;What's he trying to do? Take us down one by one?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Well, no matter what Ultramarine's plans are,&quot; stated Tommy, &quot;we can't let him get that Prism.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Exactly,&quot; agreed Zordon. &quot;If Ultramarine gets hold of that Prism, it would put us all in a very precarious position indeed. We must not let that happen.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Wait a second,&quot; started Kim. &quot;I thought you told us that nothing could affect Brendan's powers?&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;And at the time I said that,&quot; replied our mentor, &quot;I was under the impression that nothing could. As I said, I always thought that the Rainbow Prism was a simple legend, nothing more, and nothing less.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;Damn,&quot; I swore quietly, anger masking my rising fear, and I turned to Jason. &quot;We've already lost one Ranger to this monster, we can't afford to lose another one.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">Jason nodded. &quot;I agree. We have to beat Ultramarine and get to the Rainbow Prism first. And he's already got a big head-start, so we'll have to move fast.&quot;</font></p> <p ALIGN="JUSTIFY">&quot;That's a good plan Jason,&quot; said Zordon earnestly, &quot;but there's one major problem that we'll have to overcome. According to the myth, the Rainbow Prism is located in the Forest of Eternal Light, and we have absolutely no idea of where the forest is and no clue whatsoever as to how to find it.&quot;</font></p> &nbsp;</font> <p><center>~*~</center></p> </font> <p><center><a HREF="index.htm"><img SRC="../Q-team/home.jpg" border="0" ALT="Home" width="83" height="37"></font></a></center>

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