The night sky exploded with light as the roar of thunder followed soon after. Rain fell swiftly, making the soil spongy and heavy. For the grave robber, Bryan, each shovelful was heavy and clung to the end of his spade akin to a newborn and its mother. He could feel the moisture seeping through his dark garments and the cold dampness weighing upon his achy joints. None of that mattered; he had his eye on a very lucrative prize. Rumour had circulated throughout the underworld of Angel Grove that the grave of a Power Ranger from the colonial era rested nearby. No one knew exactly where. After years of searching, Bryan felt more confident than ever that he was digging closer and closer to the very grave of the Green Ranger from that time.

The impact of his shovel striking through the remaining layer of soil and into the coffin shattered the silence in Bryan's mind, far louder than thunder ever could. His heart pounded with enough force to resonate through his tiny and wiry frame. The petty criminal frantically cleaned the soil off of the coffin lid and stood over the now exposed box, triumphantly.

"This is it," he chuckled, "my pay day is finally here. Any relic of him will make me rich!"

The downpour ended with one final crash of thunder. The clouds seemed to instantly part as though a curtain were suddenly opened to reveal a radiant night sky painted with thousands of stars. Bryan looked up, feeling uneasy. The storm seemed to end almost supernaturally and chills shot down his spine. He swallowed, wrapping his fingers around the coffin lid. With a few tugs, invoking all of his strength, the coffin lid did not budge. It was nailed shut.

The man gasped, wondering why a coffin would be nailed shut. It wouldn't matter in a moment, because the wood was centuries old and rotting. He jammed his shovel into a place where there was a soft and decayed spot in the wood. Bryan pushed down onto the make shift lever and the lid, as well as most of the coffin, came undone. The grave was now officially desecrated beyond measure. He smirked.

The body was too old and decomposed to produce any vile odours. All he could smell was the dust and mildew within the final resting place he had just disturbed. The skeleton laid within the pine box, overtop of its locks of old hair that had fallen out of the scalp as the body decomposed. The robber growled furiously. There was nothing here! Or was there? He noticed a shimmer from the corner of his eye. It was a golden device with a coin in the center of it.

Bryan immediately snatched the device away from the deceased Ranger's bony grasp, breaking the brittle fingers that encased it. He wondered if this was a device that gave all Power Rangers the ability to transform. His mind came alive with a new epiphany. He wouldn't sell this device into the black market, no, he would use it to become a Power Ranger and obtain his wealth with his new powers.

"Transform!" he cried, extending his arms as he held out the morpher. Nothing happened.

"Fuck!" he snarled, feeling like a fool as his grip on the device loosened.

All of a sudden, his fingers tightened upon the device. He was not in control of himself. Bryan began to grip the morpher so tightly that blood began to trickle down the palms of his hands. He let out a whimper, fearing for his life. He had desecrated the fallen Ranger's place of rest and now the spirit was seeking revenge. At least, that is what he believed. In all actuality, the coin within the device was a sentient entity with every intention of retaliation. His hands began to burn and pain seared through every fibre of his being. Bryan let out a scream as a green beam of light engulfed him. The coin had also chosen its catalyst to reproduce a new batch of entities much like itself.

Bryan's body began to rapidly age as the life force was drained out of him. With each second, he seemed to age a year and the coin shone brighter. Pink foam frothed from his mouth as he began to convulse violently. His life was now ending and it was anything but quick and painless. It was more like quick and extremely painful. Upon his death, his body began to rapidly decay. In a swift instant, a red, blue, yellow, pink, and black light shot into the starry sky. The light of the morpher faded and each color now fell into the skyline of Angel Grove like shooting stars. The coin with a dragon embedded into it had created it children. Replicas of the old dinosaur power coins were now scattered throughout Angel Grove, seeking vessels to channel their power through. The body of Bryan, now a skeleton, collapsed into the grave, piece by piece. The golden morpher dropped from his hands as he fell, lodging itself into the mud outside of the grave. Soon it would also find its vessel.