A\N: Well, okay, Thought apparently bombed at the sixth chapter. I'll try not to bomb with this one. Enjoy! :)

"Catch it!"

"Kiiim! You missed!"

"Hey, that was Billy!"

"Um...apologies. I was busy trying to understand the multifaceted nature of the altercation-"

"Bill. You do not need to understand the phrase 'catch it'. It's exactly what it sounds like."

"But Tri-ni!"

Children.

I smile indulgently. It's a sunny Saturday afternoon, the world seems perfect, and younglings and adults alike are spilling outdoors to enjoy the Goddess' work.

And they're joined by the Power Rangers.

I watch as Jason calls his friends over, holds up the disc, and once again tries to teach his team how to play. The teens nod and agree and dance away, leaping up like butterflies to catch the disc as it soars out of their leader's hand.

They could almost be children.

I sigh. But, of course, they aren't. They are, instead, soldiers in a war between me and Zordon. Because, of course, Zordon did not have access to any Earth warrior he chose, and just had to make his Power Rangers children...

Don't lie to yourself, Rita. He chose child Rangers to...what is it they say? 'Piss you off'? Yes, that's it. And you...

You were fool enough to play the game.

I look over at the Rangers' newest addition, Tommy.

Yes. I was. I was a fool and more. Driven insane by my thousand-year imprisonment, I decided to protect Earth by destroying Zordon. His habit of creating child Rangers would only lead to sorrow.

But he told the Rangers I wanted to take over the Earth. And now they fight me.

I sigh. Tommy was...well, inspired, honestly. By that point I was so deeply insane that I believed the best way to save the children was through a child. And in order to create my own child Ranger, I delved into the darkest arts.

I betrayed magic.

Do I even really know what happened that night, as I wandered the darkest parts of the life-force I call magic? I smile and rest my chin on a hand, well aware that in my guise as a human woman, the Rangers won't see anything frightening in that-or any-gesture I should make.

No, I have no idea what I did that night. I only know that, somehow, I found a spark of light.

Green light.

Thinking the green meant healing, I followed it out of my madness, only to discover the 'light' was actually an energy signature, a life-force I'd bound to me. It was Tommy.

I let my eyes drift over to him as he catches Jason's disc. I wonder...does Tommy remember?

Does he know that when I saw him, my madness ended?

I think, although I have no proof, that it was the surge of hormones my body decided to give me when I completed the spell. Done properly, with no ill will, the spell was meant to create a mother-child bond. So, of course, my body decided that I was literally giving birth.

Yes, that went exactly as well as it sounds.

I smirk to myself and let my eyes drift away, up to the half-moon. Perhaps I'd twisted the spell somewhat, but it completed its original purpose. I feel as if the Green Ranger were my own son.

And to let Zordon have him...

I look at the Rangers.

I'd forgotten the source of our original fight. I'd forgotten that this was about anything more than me versus Zordon, Nature versus his stupid pseudo-science, religion against religion. But now, looking at my son and his friends...

I remember exactly why I came to Earth.

I remember why Dark Spector deems me more spy than warrior, why I work best when targeting and eliminating a foe. I do not fight for greed or power. I fight for a single cause: To defend life.

And these children must be protected.

If only I can figure out how...