UPDATED AUTHOR'S NOTE: Welcome to the Chosen Universe! This quick note will appear at the start of each of the fics in the series to help you make sense of things. These stories were originally published on fanfiction.net.

When I originally wrote Legacy Rangers, it was intended to be a stand-alone fic. By the time several of the Chosen's descendants came into it, I began to realize there was more to the story and wrote the prequel (The Chosen), intending to add a sequel (Chosen Legacy) that tied it all together. Two "side stories" that took place in the same universe (Stone Warriors and Blast to the Past) ended up becoming essential to the plot of Chosen Legacy and I also began writing one-shots (Tales From the Rebellion) about a group of Rebel Eltarians who tie back to Zell and Zordon's world and become extremely important in the later fics. For the full Chosen Universe experience, I suggest reading all of these fics, however, the only ones you really have to read together are Legacy Rangers, Chosen Legacy, and Chosen Destiny because they are direct sequels to each other. I tried my best to recap previous fics in later ones for anyone who didn't read all of them.

The best order to read the fics in is as follows:

1) The Chosen (prequel featuring Zordon, Zedd, and Rita as teenagers)

2) Legacy Rangers (begins very focused on the MMPR universe and ultimately includes appearances by every single team straight through Ninja Steel toward the end)

3) Stone Warriors (Sir Ivan from Dino Charge and Vida from Mystic Force become involved with a new team of Power Rangers. This is the first fic to introduce the Rebellion of Eltar. It also introduces new details from Zordon's family history. It contains major spoilers for Legacy Rangers.)

4) Blast to the Past (Previously titled Go, Go, Wildcats. Cassie from Turbo is sent back in time to stop Divatox with Lucas from Time Force. This story takes place in 1989 and introduces a brand new team of misfit teenagers who Cassie selects to be her team of Power Rangers. This fic contains a few big spoilers for Legacy Rangers.)

5) Chosen Legacy (My attempt at End Game, LOL. All of the previous teams come together to stop the greatest evil in the universe. Contains spoilers for all previously mentioned fics.)

6) Tales From the Rebellion (You can read this one anywhere after Blast to the Past, with or without having read Chosen Legacy, so I stuck it at the end of the first six books. This is the story of the Rebellion of Eltar, a group who initially came into the series during Stone Warriors as villains but grew into so much more. Here, you will find their personal histories and may come to understand them a lot better. This fic contains a lot of important backstories that tie into the rest of the series.)

7) Chosen Destiny (The final story in the Chosen Universe. This fic will contain spoilers for all previous fics and will wrap up the entire saga. It will feature most of the characters seen in the previous fics, and will focus heavily on the Eltarians, the Stone Warriors, and the Celestial Force Rangers. COMING SOON!)

Thank you for your interest in taking this journey with me! I hope you enjoy the ride.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place a very long time ago, specifically around the time Rita Repulsa was born. It is a prequel to Legacy Rangers (which will be posted here soon) and it explains connections to characters in that fic, but you don't have to read that fic to follow this story.

CHAPTER ONE

DIMITRI

The smell of blood mixed with honey mead filled the air. Dimitri Scott knew that meant a ritual must be taking place. He wondered why his father had not woken him. It was true he was the youngest son, but he was very adept at magic and he never missed a ritual.

He cautiously walked toward the ritual room. There, he saw his father dancing around by himself as his mother and siblings watched in confusion.

"Dimitri! At last!" His father said. His arm was slashed and was clearly the source of the blood. He was very intoxicated, most likely from the mead.

What happened next was too sudden and shocking for anyone to prevent. His father grabbed his eldest brother, Matteus, and slit his throat.

His mother and younger sister screamed. The next eldest, Nikolas, stood frozen in horror. His father got to him before Dimitri did, and he slit his throat, too.

"Your mother has been unfaithful!" His father shouted to his two remaining children. "And now, Agatha, you shall watch your children perish for your sins!"

"Adamus, stop this, please!" His mother begged. "Release our children... It is I you have a quarrel with."

His father laughed. Then, he turned to Lucinda. At barely thirteen years, Lucy was the youngest of the children. Dimitri reacted, attacking his father.

"Foolish boy!" His father shouted. He swung the blade at him. Dimitri dodged the blow. This infuriated his father. He tried again, and again, Dimitri managed to escape harm. Finally, his father slashed open his chest. Dimitri stumbled back, severely wounded. His father took the opportunity to slit Lucy's throat before approaching his mother.

Dimitri looked to his fallen brothers. Matteus still held his sword at his side. It bore the family crest and had been passed down from eldest son to eldest son for generations.

"Forgive me, Brother," Dimitri said as he gently pulled the sword free from his brother's hand. Dimitri had to fight. He knew this. He struggled to raise the sword that now, with the deaths of both his brothers, belonged to him. He watched in horror as his father took his mother's head clean off. Finally able to reach him, Dimitri let out a battle cry as he drove his sword through his father's chest. He knew the blow was fatal. As soon as he pulled his sword out, his father bled out.

Dimitri fell to his knees as grief overwhelmed him. Only the sound of movement stopped him from driving his sword through his own heart. "Lucy?" He asked as he realized she was trying to crawl toward him.

"Dimitri..." She said softly. Her wound was not as deep as the others, but Dimitri knew she did not have much time.

"Lucy... I must help you!"

She looked at him sadly. "Hold me, Brother. That is all I require."

He held his baby sister, desperately trying to think of a way to save her. She touched his chest. "You are hurt," she said. "If you are not helped, you will also perish."

"Lucy, no. I forbid it!"

She ignored him and put all of her energy into healing his wound. "I am meant to be with Mother and our brothers," she said. "You are not yet finished, Dimitri. You must fight. You must live."

"Healing me will be the death of you!"

"As is meant to be. I love you, Brother. Fight. For me. For Mother. For us all. Never stop fighting." She touched his face before her hand dropped and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Dimitri wept as he held her corpse. When he finally released her, he again picked up his sword. This was it. He was alone...

Suddenly, every inch of his body began to tingle. He felt himself moving rapidly through space, and found when this finally stopped, he was no longer alone.

"Hello, Dimitri," an entity he had never seen before said. "Welcome. The others shall be arriving shortly."

MORGANA

She was known in her childhood as the Witch Child. Her parents had wanted nothing to do with this strange girl who had frightening hair of an impossible shade and possessed powers no one could control or explain.

Morgana Fairhaven had been ten when her parents sold her into slavery to a creature who called himself Master Vile. He had taken possession of Morgana, using her powers for his own dark purposes. As she'd begun to come of age, he had used her body as well. Eventually, this led to pregnancy.

Morgana was terrified. She had to escape, and she had to find a way to protect her unborn child. It was time to take back her magic and her life.

She cast her spell, knowing she'd have very little time to escape. Unfortunately, as she was about to run, she felt an extreme pain in her stomach. Moments later, blood began running down her legs. Morgana screamed in agony.

"The child is arriving!" Master Vile said with glee. He strapped Morgana down so she could not move. Then he called in the demonic midwife.

The child came quickly. Once the delivery was over, the midwife said, "She's quite lovely, Morgana. Healthy lungs as well!" Indeed, the child was screaming impressively loudly. The midwife handed her to Morgana after unstrapping her.

The child looked into Morgana's eyes and became instantly calm. "My sweet daughter..." Morgana said. "Dearest Rita." She kissed her daughter's head before realizing something was wrong. Her body was growing weaker. As she lost consciousness, Rita began screaming again.

When Morgana awoke again, Rita was gone. "Where is she?" She asked.

"Hush, Morgana. You nearly bled yourself dry," the midwife replied.

"Where is my daughter?" She asked more urgently.

"I am sorry, dear girl... The babe did not survive."

"No... She must have," Morgana insisted. "I feel her. She lives."

"A mother will hold onto a comforting lie," the midwife said, "but it is still only a lie."

Morgana's world crashed down around her. She may not have intended to become a mother, but she loved her daughter. How could the girl be gone?

Filled with rage and residual hormones, Morgana attacked Master Vile the moment she saw him. She stunned him enough that she was able to flee. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her, not stopping although she had nowhere to go. Suddenly, she felt her body begin to tingle. In a split second, she was somewhere else.

"Fear not, Morgana," a voice said. "You are safe now."

RAVEN

The sound of laughing children echoed through the cave. Raven Taylor wondered why anyone would laugh in this place. It was terribly dark and generally depressing. He picked up a weapon, just in case.

His friends were all working around him. They were a team of eight, tasked with digging through the cave in the hopes of finding something of value. They had been there for four days. So far, they'd found dust, insects, and rodents. It wasn't looking very promising.

Etain, his closest companion since they were small boys, changed all of that. "I've got something!" He declared. He lifted it up high in the air and Raven could see it appeared to be a golden box of some sort.

The others quickly joined him. Etain looked at them in excitement. "Ready?" He asked.

"Open it!" The others replied.

Etain did. To their great surprise, the box was not filled with jewels or other riches. Instead, a very still form lay inside.

"You have disturbed a coffin," Raven said in horror.

Etain gently put the box down. "What is it doing here?" He wondered aloud.

The laughter of children began echoing through the cave again. Suddenly, the form which had been lifeless sat up and stared at them.

"Ah, yes," the child said. "Free!" It then ran at them. Elias never saw it coming, and the others watched in horror as the evil child ripped him apart. "Thank you for awakening me. A witch trapped me in that slumber for eternity. Now, I hunger!" It tore apart Ramsey.

They tried to run, but it was as if the child were everywhere at once. One by one, they were slaughtered. The weapon in Raven's hands was useless against the demonic child. Finally, as the child turned to Etain, Raven stopped trying to plan and began to improvise. He moved in an unpredictable manner, taking two steps to the right followed by three steps to the left or ducking back when he seemed to be going forward. As only he and Etain remained alive, Raven attacked the demon with everything he had. It screamed in pain before snapping Etain's neck with unnatural strength and speed.

Raven watched Etain fall to the ground. It should have broken him, but it simply made him want to fight harder to avenge his friends. As the demon charged at him, Raven cast out the darkness, filling the cave with pure light.

The demon screamed as it began to burn. Only when it was nothing but ash did Raven go to his fallen friends. None had survived. Etain had never even had a chance. Raven closed his eyes, reciting a prayer for the dead, before feeling his body begin to tingle. Suddenly, he was in an unfamiliar place.

"You have fought bravely, Raven," a man said. "Rest now, and mourn your friends. All will be answered soon."

GALAXIA

Her mother had always been an evil wench. Galaxia Campbell sensed she was about to take things one step farther.

"Galaxia, come," her mother bellowed.

She rolled her eyes before joining her. "I am not a dog, Mother," she said. "I dislike being commanded to come. What is next? Sit? Stay? Roll over?" When she was frustrated, her vaguely British accent grew much stronger. It was quite pronounced now.

"Hush. I am leaving for the city."

"Going to the market?" Galaxia asked lightly, knowing how much her mother despised her snarky responses.

"Stop that sass!" Her mother snapped at her. "No, Galaxia, I am not going to the market. I am going to destroy the entire city. My potion is ready."

Galaxia knew what that meant. There would be no survivors. As her mother left, Galaxia packed up some supplies.

"What are you doing, Xia?" Her handmaiden Starla asked. Those closest to her rarely used her full name, adopting this nickname instead.

"What I should have done long ago," Galaxia replied. She finished packing before giving Starla a hug. "Thank you for your kindness. I release you from your servitude."

"Your mother would become most cross if I were to leave."

"Starla, you have been my closest friend since before I can recall. You have served me enough. Live your life." Galaxia removed all but one of her golden necklaces. "These will buy you a nice life."

"Mistress Xia, I cannot-"

"I insist. You know I am stubborn, so do not bother protesting." With that, Galaxia left on her journey. She wrapped her hand around the one heirloom she'd kept. Although her entire family had always served evil, Galaxia had decided at a young age to rebel and use her powers for good. Her mother hated it, and she'd given Galaxia the necklace to remind her of her dark heritage. It was said that its power could corrupt any sorceress, but even that could not tempt Galaxia to the dark side. It served now to remind her of her strength and of why she must always choose to be a force of good.

As she reached the city, Galaxia spotted her mother casting her spell. She opened up a portal that brought her straight into the circle. Her mother was startled, which gave her an opening. Galaxia grabbed the potion bottle and levitated it into the air before shattering it.

"You insolent brat! You shall pay for this betrayal!" Her mother screamed.

They began to battle. At first, it was entirely magic-based, but once her mother summoned minions, it turned physical. Galaxia took them on with ease, destroying one after the other, until only she and her mother still stood.

Her mother hit her with a spell that knocked her into a rock. Galaxia's side was torn open by its sharp edge. "Now pay for what you have done!" Her mother demanded.

"You first," Galaxia said. Using the last of her strength, she touched the ground. A nearby tree was uprooted. It flipped through the air and crushed her mother as it landed. Galaxia took comfort in the fact that her mother's lifeless eyes stared at her in shock. She'd succeeded. Her mother would never harm anyone again. Galaxia vowed that, should she survive this, she would purify the family line and teach all who came after her to use their powers only for good.

She was fairly certain she would die soon, however, as she continued to bleed. Suddenly, she felt herself moving through space as though in a portal, but she had not opened one. She looked around as she landed.

"Galaxia, you require healing," a man said. "Allow me to assist you as we wait for the others."

CAIUS

It was just his luck that things were going to end this way. Caius Grant was genuinely happy. Although he had never expected to find love as he traveled the land of the mystics, Rose BrightBear had changed all of that. She was beautiful, intelligent, funny, and endlessly kind. She was essentially the perfect woman, but she was tragically unavailable.

The Chief mystic had made Rose his bride. She bore him a daughter who was as powerful as both of her parents combined. Although Rose loved her daughter and was loyal to her husband, she did not love him. Only when she met Caius did she feel that love in her heart.

In secret, Caius and Rose became lovers. They were together for over a year when the Chief discovered the truth and ordered Caius to be sacrificed to a powerful Underworld God.

Now Caius stood tied to a post in the center of a circle of mystics. They chanted as they raised energy to summon the God. Caius knew the end was near. He looked at Rose, who was restrained and powerless to do more than watch as her beloved was sacrificed.

I love you, Caius thought. He knew she heard him.

As the ritual blade pierced his heart, Caius felt all of the blood begin to leave his body. He grew weaker as Rose screamed his name and begged her husband to spare his life. Only as the last of it came out did Caius see the God.

He was terrifying and dark. He laughed at the obvious fear Caius felt. "Worry not, my servant. You shall come to enjoy your punishment," he said. Although this God was not expressly evil, the Chief had offered up Caius as one whose suffering and pain would fuel the Underworld. This specification meant Caius would be tortured for eternity.

As they traveled to the depths of the Underworld, Caius felt something chasing them. "Release him," Rose said as she appeared. "I beg you, release him now."

"He has been promised to me," the God replied. "It is now destined."

Rose would not accept that answer. She grabbed Caius and kissed him. "Run," she whispered.

"I shall not leave you, my love," Caius said firmly.

"Go, Caius! Be free from this place! I have made my choice." She kissed him again. "I love you... But your purpose is greater now." With that, she shoved him, and Caius awoke in his body. Somehow, he was alive again despite the scar over his heart. He looked beside him and realized Rose had collapsed.

"Rose? Rose!" He cried. He clutched her body. It was still warm, but he knew in his heart that she was gone. He'd lost her. It had been meant to be the other way around. How could he be expected to go on in a world where she no longer existed?

"One day," he vowed, "the children of future generations shall find one another and have their love be not forbidden." He wasn't sure he could ever bring himself to love another and have a child, but somehow he knew that his descendant would eventually find Rose's, and they would find happiness.

A sudden vision overwhelmed him. Caius had never had one before, and it startled him.

In the Underworld, the God became enraged. No one had ever escaped from him before. "My vow is this... Any descendant of Caius Grant shall be mine upon his death. None shall ever find the joy he desires, nor the peace of being with one of your line. His sons shall never find your daughters!"

Rose smiled to herself, knowing exactly what would bring their lines together in the distant future. "Very well," she said. "And now, I make a vow of my own... In the end, your destruction shall come at the hands of one of my line."

The God laughed at this, but Caius knew with absolute certainty that it was true. As he awoke from his vision, he realized he was no longer at the scene of his death, nor was he holding his beloved Rose.

"Welcome, Caius," a being of great power said. "It will not be long now."

QUINTUS

The smell of fire awoke him. Quintus Kwan jumped out of bed and peered through his window. Flames covered his village.

"Mother!" Quintus called, running down the hall. He found his parents' bedchamber in flames. They lay in bed, severely burned and clearly dead. Knowing there was nothing he could do for them, Quintus fled the house, somehow running through the flames without burning himself. He continued running, searching the village for signs of life. Every house was in flames. Every man, woman, and child lay burning. None made a sound, and Quintus wondered if breathing in the smoke had kept them from waking up even as flames began to lick at their flesh. They had gone to bed innocent, never suspecting this devastation was coming.

Toward the end of the village, Quintus spotted an entity unlike any he'd ever seen. Its body was made of flames, and whatever it pointed to caught on fire. Clearly, this monster was the cause of the tragedy that had almost certainly wiped out his village. It was terrifying, but Quintus couldn't allow his fear to control him now.

"You there!" Quintus called. When the monster rudely ignored him, Quintus threw a rock at its head. The monster glared at him. "You will pay for what you have done!"

The monster looked skeptical. Quintus couldn't really blame him. Still, he charged at the monster, determined to stop it before it could move on to another village. It flung a giant fireball at his head. Quintus was stunned when it moved right through him, causing him no harm.

"Impossible!" The monster screamed. It tried again. This time, Quintus somehow caught the fireball with his hands. He proceeded to fling it back at the monster, who vanished in a final frantic flame which burst from the ground.

Quintus knew he had succeeded. He began searching in vain for survivors. The flames did him no harm and he put out each fire, but no matter how many houses he checked, he found nothing but death and ashes. Finally, after the last house was checked, Quintus knew for certain that everyone he had ever known was dead. He was the only survivor.

As his body began to tingle, Quintus was suddenly transported away from the village. He found himself looking at a man in a tube of some sort. "Welcome, Quintus," the man said.

"Quin is fine," he replied casually. "Would you mind telling me where we are?"

"Is is time for that, yes. My dear children, welcome to my base of operations. I am Zell, the Great Wizard of Eltar," the man began.

Quintus had a feeling things were about to get a lot more interesting.

ZELL

He looked over the children he had selected to form his team. They ranged in age from fifteen to seventeen, and they each came from diverse worlds. He hoped they would serve their purpose well.

"Each of you has been touched by great evil today," Zell said. "Yet you survived, against all odds. That is why you are here."

Dimitri stood, stoic and determined, his family sword held firmly in his hand. Morgana was visibly trembling. Raven looked both curious to hear more and cautious to believe him. Galaxia nodded as he spoke, seeming to understand where this was going somehow. Caius refused to look at him, staring at his feet instead. Quintus watched him closely, as if waiting for the punch line.

"You are the Chosen. You shall form an elite team of warriors who shall be called upon to protect the universe from evil," Zell said. "Dimitri, you showed great courage and skill today. You put the needs of others above your own and showed impressive leadership as you took charge in an impossible situation. You shall be Chosen Red, the team leader."

Dimitri was transformed into his red armor. Everyone seemed startled by that. Dimitri remained stoic, nodding. "I accept this mission," he said without hesitation.

"Galaxia, you were born into evil and darkness, yet you chose to be good. Today, you ended the existence of a great evil despite much risk to your own safety. You have a pure heart and are both clever and brave. You shall be Chosen Yellow."

Galaxia let out a slight gasp as she transformed. She looked down at her armor and paused. "How do we know you serve good and not evil?" She asked.

"Look inside of your heart, Galaxia. It has never been wrong before."

Galaxia paused before saying, "I accept as well."

Zell turned to Raven. "Raven, you are swift and unconventional. Today, you showed great adaptability in battle. You were able to create light in the darkest of places. For this, you shall be Chosen Black."

Raven seemed excited by his transformation. "I accept!" He said eagerly.

"Morgana, I know you suffered greatly these last several years. In spite of this, you fought to free yourself from the greatest evil of them all, Master Vile. You showed great power and incredible spirit, and that is how you escaped. You shall be-"

"No, thank you," Morgana said softly.

Zell frowned. He had not planned on any of the Chosen rejecting his offer. "Morgana, I am sympathetic to your plight. However, you are meant to be here."

"I am no warrior, Great Zell. I am simply a troubled witch."

He knew the loss of her daughter had destroyed her. He also knew that the child was still very much alive. Rita was destined for many things, and her journey was one he could not interfere in, so he kept this truth from her mother.

"Morgana, you are far stronger than you know. You say you are not a warrior, yet you have battled every day for the last six years. Your inner strength is unmatched, and that is why you shall become Chosen Green."

Morgana transformed before she could protest again. She bowed her head respectfully, too well-trained to refuse his order. "Yes, Great Zell," she whispered.

He turned to Caius. "Caius, you have returned to us from the world of the dead. This has granted you great power, and your high intelligence shall aid in allowing you to learn how to use it. Your heart is strong and your loyalty is stronger. You shall become Chosen Blue."

Caius looked confused and slightly frightened as he transformed. After a moment, he asked, "This is what she meant, correct?"

"Yes, Caius. It was Rose's love for you that saved you and set you on the path toward a new destiny."

Caius put his fist over his heart and bowed. "I accept... For Rose."

Zell finally turned to Quintus. "Quintus, you showed great heroism as you searched for survivors of your village. You put your emotions surrounding the loss of your parents and your fear aside to try to save others. In the end, you faced that monster with great courage and determination. You shall be Chosen Gold, the final member of this team."

Quintus frowned at him as he transformed. "I told you to call me Quin," he said. Then he laughed and added, "And I absolutely accept!"

Zell smiled as his Chosen looked at each other and then back at him. "What now?" Galaxia asked.

"Now, you wait. I shall call you when you are needed," Zell replied.

"Don't we need to train first? Or be told what we are up against?" Dimitri asked.

"All that you need is already inside you," Zell said cryptically . "Look within." With that, he teleported the children into the part of the structure which was above ground. It would serve as their home from now on. Only then did he call in his companion.

"Alpha," he said, "we have our team."

"Excellent, Zell!" Alpha, the only creation of his kind, replied. "What should we do now?"

"We must finalize our plans for this team. In the meantime, the children can get to know one another." Zell hoped that his Chosen would be able to get along. If not, they would need to put their emotions aside for the sake of the greater good. The fate of the world depended on it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you liked the first chapter! Comments and votes are always appreciated. Zordon, Zedd, and Rita will be actively joining the story soon.