Calling, Mystical Ranger!

Animazement. A convention held in my hometown of Raleigh, NC where all your otaku dreams come true. Want to partake in a Q&A with a famous voice actor? Go ahead! Want to buy replica's of popular props from your favorite show/anime? Better bring your wallet! Feel like working months and months on end creating the best cosplay ever that only a small margin of people will ever recognize? Make sure your hydrated! Because a common fact that many cosplayers tend to forget is that no matter what time of day, weather will be the bloody douche it usually is.

This fact is very evident as I stand in what I call the “spot of insanity” in the entrance line. Where I am close enough to see the door, far enough to have to wait a while, and somehow perfectly placed in the way of the sun's murderous rays. Glancing at my pocket-watch reveals it to be 12:30. Nice to know that the sun is at it's highest power level. Thankfully I've been training for this my whole life. Nice to know that all those summers of wearing heavy clothing didn't go to waste. But then a thought crosses my mind that makes me cry on the inside.

“*Sigh*...I have an express pass.”

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“Pass, Sir?” Asks the clearly bored worker at the Express entrance door. After showing my badge I am allowed entry and step through the doors of arctic salvation.

“Sweet gates of Heaven, bless thine gracious blessings!” I scream aloud, sliding onto my knees with palms above head. The air conditioner near the entrance emitting luscious breezes across my robes.

“Really Jhurdan, you furrgot you had a pass again?” Distracted from my celestial praise, I turn to the owner of the voice. A qt 3.14 by the name of Alexia Nuerns. Yet today she goes by the alias belonging to her visage.

“And a good day to you too, Ms. Fortune. I do apologize for my lateness.” I responded, charm oozing from every sentence. This prompts a roll of hazelnut hue eyes and a slight blush on cute dark caramel dimples. Of course I can marvel at a later time since I am still holding the rocker slide position. Getting up, I brush off my rendition of the Power Ranger wizard robe and follow her towards the first of many booths.

“But, seriously I apologize for earlier. Hope you weren't waiting long?” Shaking her gray hair(Or was it a wig?) she continued glancing around for a booth to visit.

“Nyah, I got here about twenty minutes befurr your praise session.”

“Wow, to slant puns in a row, your really committed to this persona aren't you? Or would it be purrsona?” This of course makes her turn so sharply that her black tail flicks my hand. She give me a small glare.

“Well at least I tried to develop a character. But I guess you can only add so much to a character from Power Rangers.” Wow, seems like this is some dangerous territory. I place a hand on her right shoulder.

“Did something happen last night?” She avoids my eyes, confirming my thoughts on the culprit. “What did he do this time?”

Alexia brushes my hand off and power walks ahead. “Cool, meet you up at the Premier room! Bye!” she shouts back. Damn it, why did I corner her like that? She gets enough of that from her parents at home. Berating myself, I wander around the building. Weaving through booths and random bystanders until I come across an interesting little stand located at what seemed the absolute center of the circular complex. Monitoring the stand was a hunchbacked man reminiscent of those witches from the game Bloodborne. Raising his head, he greets me from under the dark hood with an aged, raspy voice.

“Why hello, Traveler, what wares would you be interested in purchasing?”

“Not sure yet...” I respond while glancing over each gizmo on the tabletop. Seems he is a jack of trades when it came to trinkets. Props from almost every fandom were present: Cloud's Buster Sword. Some black plushy cat. Even a katana from that exorcist anime. I go to grab a generic wand that could possibly match my guise when the owner interjects.

“Sir, how would this meet your fancy?” He says as he hands me a wooden case. I open it and am shocked at the contents. A bone-fide replica of the Mystic morpher from the series. The black and gold lining color scheme matching perfectly. The texture feeling like a mixture of metal and a durable plastic. Flipping it open feels smooth and natural. The tip even seems to be made of some type of crystal. I look at this guy, shock clear on my face.

“How much money do you think I have! Not that this is bad, no it's marvelously crafted. But I'm in the $100 range, buddy.”

His eyes squint in thought, “I think I can lower the price to say, that pocket watch of yours?”

Taking the watch out of my pocket I contemplate the deal. The watch with its chestnut-wood base and steel bindings would cost, at the most, $150. Where this morpher could be sold on ebay at the lowest price being $250.

“Are you sure? I've had this for a while now, might need a new battery.”

“Positive, sir. Hadn't had any buyers for a while now.”

Well, if he insist. Unclasping the watch's chain from my robe's belt loop, I hand it too him. I then give him back the case and clip on the morpher to the loop. But as I look up I see him staring at me as if expecting something.

“...What?”

“Why don't you give it a gander?”He says, gesturing towards the morpher.

Well, I was probably going to do it sooner or later. Getting into horse riding stance, I position my hands in the correct formation.

“Magical source, Mystic Force!” I chant as I perform the sequence. Once complete the morpher starts vibrating and emitting a vibrant color from the crystal. A booming voice, seeming to come from all directions quotes a phrase as I feel my being dragged through a void-like abyss.

“Calling, Mystical Ranger!”

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It is midnight in the land of Equestria. The time for rest for most beings of life. Yet this isn't the case for Princess Luna, ruler of the night, as she monitor's the dreams of the many creatures in the domain of sleep. She had just finished guiding a filly through a nightmare when a powerful magical rift appears in the atmosphere. Exiting from the Domain of Dreams, she focuses her mind to look for the magical disturbance.  A warm breeze warns her of a teleport as Princess Celestia, ruler of the day, appears on her right in a defensive stance.

“So it seems I am not the only one who sensed the anomaly. How was your rest sister?” Luna greets.

“Oh, wonderful dear sister, until a certain rift distracted me from the main course. Have you pinpointed it's location?” Celestia asks. After straining for a minute or two, Luna's expression turns from determined to shocked as she turns to Celestia with eyes wide open.

“I wasn't able to pinpoint the location but I can assume the location is somewhere in the Everfree forest.” she spoke uncertainty. This only made Celestia even more nervous.

“And why would you you assume that?”

Gazing out of the balcony entrance toward said forest, Luna said the words that Celestia would never had imagined.

“The magic that caused the rift has the same power and arcane signature as the Tree of Harmony.”