AU! POWER RANGERS PARODY! HOMOPHOBIC SLURS! VIOLENCE! BLOOD!

THE HOLLOW: The Champions of the Hollow

Summary: Life in Ironwood Grove was nothing special. Everyone went about their normal business, even when things go so wrong. That's how it was for six teenagers before they found six stone coins and gained unique powers. Now they are under the mentoring of a talking tree and their high school drama teacher to save the world from a demon monk and his army and his 'master'. Can they trust each other, or is Earth destined to crumble?

Earth: 36 Million Years Ago

The forest was barren, wasted. Empty of all life. What few animals survived scattered as screams of agony echoed across the forest. Crows cawed over the chaos as they ate their fill out of the many corpses spread about the field.

Thunder clashed from above as the only living creature stumbled into the massacre. A man, probably in his late thirties, studied the horrific image before him as his face creased at all the suffering of the people he was sworn to protect.

A moan of agony signalled him to sounds of life and his limbs moved to help. It was a tree, living. But only barely. He could tell that she was slipping away. Tenderly, he placed his hand into her remaining limb as she stared at him with bleary eyes.

"Forgive me, my friend," he spoke to her in their native tongue. "I will fix this. I swear." the tree gasped for breath one final time before finally succumbing to her wounds. The Tree began to rot away, leaves turning brown and falling from her breaking branches until only a single seed was left.

The man picked it up. He had only one chance. But he needed to buy her time.

"Help. Please." And almost like magic, a figure in a red cloak with blue skin appeared before him, a worried expression on his face as he took in his friend's wounded state.

"What happened?"

"Gustaf, Olnelya is dead, but her core, her seed, lives. She has but one chance to survive. Take her to the Yggdrasil, bury her seed in its roots. She will be tied to the Hollow, but she'll live. "He told the hooded figure, "Akuma will not stop until his master reigns supreme." His hand reached into his pocket to retrieve six stone coins. Each with a different coloured middle made of amber.

Quickly, he pushed them into Gustaf's hands, who tried to refuse them, "But you'll be without your armour." "It is too late. Akuma has already killed the others. I was only able to get away with their coins. I will hold off Akuma for as long as I can while you hide them. Go to the Surface. If I… if I fail, Akuma won't think to look for them there. Seek out those who are worthy. They will come to you when it is time. Now, go!"

Gustaf wanted to protest, but nodded solemnly and opened a portal with a snap of his fingers, taking the seed and the coins with him, but not before giving the man one last sad look.

"I hope I'll see you again, my friend."

An evil chuckle gave him cause to raise his head and turn around to face the Demon King himself. The one responsible for the slaughter of his teammates and friends.

Akuma, leader of the Akki Monk Clan. And in his hand was his most prized weapon; the Ishibo.

"You were a fool to think you could stop us. My master's arrival is inevitable." the man did not cower and stared at him evenly.

"As are the next Champions, demon. I have already seen them, and the blessings they will bring when they arrive. And if my sacrifice will bring them here, so be it." he told him, his eyes glowing white as he began floating in the air. Akuma grinned as he twirled his staff, and leapt into the air.

The warrior rose boulder into the air and threw them at the demon. But the demon was quick and hopped off each one until he was near him. With a mighty swing of his weapon, Akuma struck the man's eyes, making the man cry out as he fell out of the air and onto the floor. The man wept, a purple scar now over his face.

His eyes are useless now.

Akuma laughed cruelly. "How sad. Look, my Akki Warriors, as the mighty Red Champion falls. Weak and powerless, just like all those who refuse my master. Unworthy." The Terracotta monsters around them laughed and snickered, as the hooded man struggled to his feet.

"But I am worthy…" and as though through sheer force of will, his eyes glowed, despite the burning pain on his face, "And you of all people should know my power is the power of the mind."

Suddenly, the Ishibo started to crack in the Demon King's hands, all the down from top to bottom. The man quickly ducked for cover as Akuma and his Akki followers were blown back by the abrupt explosion of the Ishibo. The flashes of white and purple would have been blinding if not for the permanent loss of eyesight. It wasn't until the Demon was miles away from the explosion that he finally hit the floor. The Demon fell back on his side, rising quickly only to discover that the energy of the Ishibo was backfiring on him. He watched in horror as his body seeped terracotta, before coating his body and hardening. His mouth bubbled with clay until he was completely covered and frozen in place.

The warrior, however, remained where he was, the glow of his eye wound fading. Still, as stone as flames trickled. Finally, the man sat up, more exhausted than ever, and walked over to the shattered Ishibo. Tenderly picking up the pieces, the man walked away from the destruction calmly.

Akuma was gone. And so is his chance to bring forth his master. But he will be back.

And so will the Champions of the Hollow.