Author's Note

There is a short timeskip between the previous chapter and this one, roughly a three year period.

New Life

The island of Fylaxippàrio was mostly filled with mares. Many of them were masters of everything including sword combat, weaving, painting, masonry and stonework, pottery, healing, archery, spear combat, and unarmed combat. Magic was a rare talent as most were either Pegasi or Earth Pony mares.

Ourània exhaled softly, her gaze on the marble ceiling of her bed chamber. She stretched as she sat up, her EE cup breasts bouncing freely despite her close to 840 year age, she looked no older than her late thirties. Most Earth Pony mares, off of the island, tended to have lifespans in the 300 to 400 year range on average, while Pegasus mares could live roughly 280 to 350 years. Unicorns, sometimes, could be between 400 to 600 years of age. Alicorns, however, held a primordial connection to things, whether celestial, magical, emotional, or otherwise and could effectively live as long as whatever they were linked to lived and thrived.

Her gaze swept to the chamber to her right, where her son resided. Her ears twitched as she focused a hint of magic to her ears, enhancing her hearing, unaware that close to fifteen millennia before, such a technique was used with a very different form of energy than mana drawn from the atmosphere and concentrated into magic. She could hear soft gasps and groans from her son before her fingers drifted to her growing belly... where, by the following spring, her son would have a sibling.

ArashiTsukino - FPoV
Images flashed through my mind before my eyes snapped open. I recalled memories of meeting Jason Lee Scott, Trini Kwan, Zack Taylor, Kimberly Hart, and Tommy Oliver. Later, it was Katherine Hillard in Kimberly's place, whilst Rocky Desantos was in Jason's place. Aisha Campbell took over for Trini, whilst Adam Park took Zack's place.

I did notice that, regardless of what I recalled, one color was never seen from my perspective... that of the Blue Ranger. "Unless the memories are from Billy... wait... the name that flashed in my mind.... 'Robert Ranstoc'... Robert is a common name that tends to be shortened to 'Billy'... and shuffle the anagram of 'Ranstoc' around.... and you get 'Cranston', smart... but then... Billy did effectively retire from what I've seen, more to control the power that had awoken in him when Rita and Zedd deaged them, thereby forcing the others to seek out the Zeo Crystal to undo the spell. I'm guessing that whatever awoke in him was something that Zordon and Alpha 5 never encountered.... as it came up as a genetic disorder. I'm guessing he didn't reveal the truth to the others, and it would explain why the Golden Zeo Power rejected him if it was a power that it didn't recognize... unless... the power had an inhuman source," he thought, groaning a bit as he sat up.

His hand rose a bit as a golden red fog flickered as the covers neatly folded as he slid out of the bed, which really was closer in appearance to an ancient Roman chaise lounge, if a bit wider. His gaze drifted out of the broad arches that effectively served as windows, seeing that the sun was just over the horizon. He knew Amber Edge and Wrought Iron, the two mares who'd effectively declared themselves not only his handmaidens but also his training partners, would be by shortly. He grimaced as he knew both would insist on bathing him. He knew that his mother had deemed it necessary to call in whom she called the Iliakós Àgrypnos to do something with him, though she never said what precisely it was, though the implication was that it was something to do with him.

My gaze swept around the broad marble columns supporting the chamber and polished granite floors. Logically, he knew both were weather resistant, though he got the sense that there was more than just the natural elemental resistance in play. A soft indrawn breath followed as the soft clip-clop of my feet followed on the polished stone before I blinked as the sound gradually faded before my gaze dropped to see my hooves... my feet... floating inches off the stone, yet I drifted along as if in control of my unaided flight. Which.... by my adoptive mother's claims... should be impossible without wings.

By her claims, flight is a talent gifted to those known as the Àgrypnos and Penkási. Those of the Gī inheritance had greater physical strength, resistance, durability, and, rarely, a connection to nature. The Mageía, comparatively, held a reservoir of magical power within them of varying strengths that the Penkàsi and Gī lacked available for direct manipulation, whereas the other 'clans' as she referred to them, held passive talents unique to them.

The Penkàsi, for example, were masters of weather manipulation and aerial combat. Admittedly, he was fairly sure the latter was both trained as well as instinctive.

His hooves touched with a soft click to the floor as his gaze swept over the bathing chamber in the open air.