Streaks of Purple Saga Volume Two by Heather Ray (red scrolls of magic .txt) 📖

felt strange to hear it, especially after the incredible weakness she’d been feeling recently.

Then, a question dawned on her.

“Why didn’t you give it to Dad? He’s your son, after all.”

Wendy shook her head sadly. “Peter…never grew up.”

That simple statement summarized all of Peter Darling’s faults. His selfishness, his irresponsibility…his cruelty.

He never really grew up, and became an adult in spirit.

“But you, Alexis…you are different,” Wendy continued. “Your eyes shine with strength.”

Alexis blinked.

“I had wanted to give it to you on your sixteenth birthday, but I didn’t see you, and I certainly couldn’t mail this

. So here is the perfect opportunity.”

Wendy rose to her feet, and picked up the box, beckoning Alexis to follow. “Take this coin, and promise me that you will treasure it like the priceless heirloom that it is.”

Alexis grinned, tears forming in her eyes at the incredible gift she had received. “I promise, Nana.”

Chapter Eight

"No! Get back

!!"

She trembled with fear and anxiety, shaking her entire core.

It couldn't be happening! It couldn't!

The strange witch cackled cruelly, her long silver locks falling from their cone-like style as she struggled against her victim, a young man with deep black hair. He choked a cry of distress as the witch dug razor-tipped fingernails into the tender skin of his neck.

Thick red blood spilled from the open wounds, and stained both his skin and the witch's.

She froze. She felt the weakness throughout her body, yet she mustered every last trace of strength left in her. Whiteness built around her body, obscuring everything around her, and causing the witch to scream with rage.

Chapter Nine

Alexis gasped, her eyes jumping open and her head bolting off the small pillow urgently.

She breathed heavily, gazing around the crowded airplane as she pulled the blanket tighter around her body. Slowly, she glanced beside her.

Her mother was still sleeping soundly.

Alexis closed her eyes, regulating her breath to calm herself. She then shook her head slightly to clear it.

What…what kind of dream was that

?

Granted, she’d had nightmares before. But this dream was so…real. She actually felt the weakness in her own limbs, as if she had endured a tormenting fight. And the sight of the blood pouring from “Erol’s” body truly terrified her.

And stranger still, she wasn’t herself in her dream. She clearly remembered what her dream-identity looked like: flowing blonde hair, and a strange purple uniform that seemed almost luminescent.

Maybe it was that fish dinner? I probably should’ve gotten the beef.

She then slid open the window beside her, wary to keep the brilliant sunlight from waking her mother. Outside, it was a perfect day, with a few puffy clouds coloring the vibrant blue. Far below, the jagged cliffs of the Rocky Mountains streamed beneath. From this distance, they looked like a wrinkled paper bag.

Then, the intercom clicked on. “This is your captain speaking. We’re now approaching the coast. We’ll loop around, and then reach the Angel Grove International Airport. We’ll be arriving in twenty minutes.

Alexis eased back into her chair, her eyes shining at the breathtaking bird’s-eye view of the famous mountain range. A thrilled smile stretched her lips at the experience of flying higher than the clouds.

Chapter Ten

Meanwhile, in another plane of existence, a pair of ancient eyes sprang to life.

He felt something he hadn't felt in one hundred centuries. It was faint, yet it was distinguishable from the pulsing wave of energy he always tapped into.

It was a stream of Power, pulsing with a warm radiance similar to the Morphin' Grid he himself constructed in his youth to harness the intense might he was given care of.

And it was Purple.

*Can it be?* he whispered, gazing at his surroundings. The Astral Plane looked as it always had... a swirling mix of light and color. It was undisturbed by this small glint of power, which gave no testament to the true nature of its source.

In an eye-blink, he poured his essence back into the crystal cylinder that connected him to the dimension of his birth. His brilliant power lit up the Command Center, instantly bringing his assistant to call.

"Zordon," Alpha V stated with some surprise, "You're back! Is something wrong? I thought you were going to rest!"

"I DID, BUT I SENSED A DISTURBANCE," the sage responded, his tone heavy, "WE MUST LOCATE ITS ORIGIN."

"You didn't detect its origin?" Alpha repeated.

"NO... THE SIGNAL WAS TOO WEAK. HOWEVER, OUR SCANNERS SHOULD BE ABLE TO PINPOINT IT."

"What is it?" Alpha inquired, hurrying to the nearest console to plot in specifications, "What are we looking for?"

Zordon remained silent for a moment before he offered response. "THE PURPLE EAGLE COIN."

Alpha gasped as only a robot could. "Aye yi yi! But it was destroyed in the Moon Palace's explosion!"

Zordon frowned deeply. "SO WE BELIEVED. BUT I AM ALMOST CERTAIN I SENSED THE PURPLE ENERGY COMING TO LIFE. IT STILL EXISTS... AND IT IS NEAR."

Chapter Eleven

“And that one looks like…an archer!”

The girl scoffed, leaning into the strong chest of her beloved as she cast her gaze to the heavens. “I don’t see it.”

She then glanced at her companion, whose tender eyes shone with surprise. He chuckled, causing his fine ebony hair to tremble even more in the evening breeze.

“Look closer,” he instructed, wrapping one arm around her waist. His other hand pointed to the starry sky. “See, those stars create the bow…”

She giggled, her hand reaching to her shoulder and toying with a strand of ashen blonde hair. “Erol, there’s no way you can convince me that a bunch of stars can form a picture

! I confess they’re beautiful, but there isn’t a pattern.”

She shook her head. “No, the stars aren’t paintings. They are sprinkles of light, given to humankind by the gods to brighten the sky at night.”

He smirked. “Well, I like my

story better.”

The girl smiled, sighing contentedly as her eyes shuttered closed. “Do you think someday we will be painted onto the heavens?”

He paused for a moment, planting a kiss on the crown of her head. “Of course. There’s plenty of room.”

Chapter Twelve

Once again, Alexis' eyes sprang open, her breath heaving from her chest in trembling gasps.

With a groan of annoyance, she stretched into a sitting position, resting her forehead onto her raised knees.

This was the third time her slumber was interrupted by bizarre dreams.

There didn't seem to be an exact pattern, but she was certain they were more than just typical dreams.

They were too coherent. There was a story being told, with the same characters enacting different scenes. True, the scenes weren't in order, but they were so vibrant they felt like reality.

And in each dream, she wasn't Alexis Darling. But she wasn't merely observing, either. Instead, she was a girl named Kreia.

A girl who wore Purple, who had golden blonde hair.

In the first dream, which she experienced on the flight back to Angel Grove from England, she had envisioned herself with her companion Erol, battling a silver-haired witch.

Then that evening, she saw herself splashing in a tranquil lake with Erol, this time a few years younger. An elderly man introduced himself, and offered them a chance to be Power Rangers, endowed with the might necessary to save the Earth.

After that dream was interrupted by a rude awakening, she fell back asleep, and found herself in another scenario. This time, she was an armored warrior, in brilliant purple, white, and gold, flying a gargantuan vessel shaped as a bird.

And finally, the dream of the night sky.

"It's all that silly story Nana told me," she sighed, falling back