Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the original Power Rangers, KO-35, Princess Shayla, etc.

Chapter 2 ~ Revelations

Bria brushed her waist-long hair as she thought about the dream. Who was this woman? And why did she call Bria “daughter”? She caught a reflection of herself in the mirror in her room and stopped. Her fingers lightly brushed over a sun amulet hanging around her neck. She’d had it for as long as she could remember. * I wonder where I got this...* After dressing in blue jeans and a red tank top, she hurried downstairs.

“Morning Mom, Daddy.” Bria grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat at the table.

“Morning honey.” Ashley kissed her daughter’s forehead and sat across form her.

“Where did I get this?”

Both parents looked up to see Bria holding her necklace in her palm. “You got that from a nice woman at the hospital when you were born...you always seemed to like it, so we let you wear it...” Ashley frowned. “She said something about it bringing health and luck, and to never take it off...I don’t quite remember...” Ashley smiled again. “She was quite sweet.”

“Um...what did she look like?”

Ashley frowned in thought. “Long brown hair...”

“Good smile,” piped in Andros.

“Did she have a blue gem set in gold around her neck?” Bria asked, curious.

“As a matter of fact, yes, yes she did.” Suddenly Ashley paused. “Sweetie, how do you know that?”

Bria swallowed. “I’ve been having dreams about a woman dressed in white with that necklace. She talks to me about my ‘gifts’, and calls me her daughter.”

Andros frowned. “When did this happen?”

“They started around my birthday.”

Ashley looked at her daughter. “What else does she tell you?”

“She tells me that I am blessed by Mother Nature, and that I have to get Jess and three others to be my companions. I already called Jess. She’s coming.”

“Are you sure Jess should come?”

“Mom, I trust this woman. I don’t know why, but I feel like she tells the truth, and that she’s real.”

Ashley sighed, and Andros said, “Just follow your heart; it will lead you in the right direction.”

“Thanks Daddy. I have to get going; I’m going to be late for school!” Bria cleared away her bowl, gulped some orange juice, and ran upstairs. After finishing getting ready, Bria grabbed her bag, kissed her parents good-bye, and hurried out the door.