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Episode One: The Clouds Gather Present Day Three years had passed, and Jacob looked over the courtyard in his uniform; a white, y-neck shirt over a pair of similarly-colored pants, a phoenix embroidered on the shirt's back in gold. The academy's symbol, a golden circle containing a white star in a black field on the left half, and five horizontal bands of color on the right; the colors were red, yellow, green, blue, and pink. A black belt was tied proudly on his waist, flowing Chinese script at the base of the ties marking him as a second-degree black belt. His pale blonde hair was short-cropped, and his icy blue eyes observed the gate. Bl

Power Rangers: Celestial Storm =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Prologue: High Pressure Inbound June, 2008 Jacob Bergman looked up at the worn, wooden gates of the old school, back to the invitation in his hands; it was written on yellowed paper, in a flowing script reminiscent of calligraphy. "Dear Mister Bergman, It is my pleasure to invite you to my new martial arts school, the Celestial Academy. Here, I will help you refine your skills and make you into a true Master. My staff of tutors will also make sure you receive a normal education, and you will graduate in your intended year. Please send your response within the mont

 I was falling, for what seemed like an eternity, before everything suddenly stopped. There was no crash, no release of my built-up momentum; only the feeling of soft grass under me. I opened my eyes and got to my feet, looking around. I, rather, we, as Virgil stood behind me, were in a spacious green meadow. Mountains broke the horizon line, and the only other feature I could see was a large white castle. "This is Hell?" I asked, looking around. "No fire, no brimstone… either we're in the wrong place, or eternal torment is a *grand* exaggeration." The old man merely gave an enigmatic smile. "Welcome to Limbo, the First Circle

It was the screams that woke me. I opened my eyes to behold a vast marble Gate, faded with age and black with soot. On the doors to the gate were familiar scenes to those with a Christian upbringing- The Creation of Man, the Great Flood, the Nativity, the Crucifixion. I struggled to my feet, wearing the same T-shirt and sweatpants I had gone to sleep in. As I examined my surroundings, I became aware of the fact that I was now within a large cave, eerily lit by a pale light from the gate itself. "…Where the hell am I?" "Precisely, child." came my answer; I whirled to see an older man standing there, grinning at me as he leaned on a