Birth Of Million Star

Long before Tyson was born, the Earth teetered on the edge of either destruction or the dawn of a new era.

A time that had faded into a fable for all, yet the crumbling remnants of ancient cities compelled them to ponder what it once was.

One hundred years ago, a powerful voice suddenly echoed in the skies on what appeared to be an ordinary day for humanity. This voice proclaimed that humanity's fate rested upon its warriors.

That great calamity began with his voice, and then a massive mountain-like hourglass erupted from the earth's surface, sending earthquakes all around the planet.

The sand started to fall in the hourglass, signifying the onset of humanity's struggle for survival and the New Age.

The hourglass, an outlandish black structure that had risen from the surface, stood to this day in the heart of their humanity.

The time once they believed to be, their ally began counting backward in a quite digital form.

Each grain of sand that fell away reminded Earth that they had only ten years to live.

If they did not fight and did not clear the stages in the Battle of Planets, humanity would be engulfed by the hourglass.

Tyson only heard the stories through textbooks or fleeting conversations, which always fascinated him.

People claimed that Earth had been engulfed in an unyielding cosmic storm immediately after the birth of the hourglass, followed by a breathtaking spectacle of thousands of stars cascading from the sky. The view was awe-inspiring yet terrifying as the once-vibrant world morphed into a desolate wasteland.

The air buzzed with energy, resonating with the thunderous crash of meteors descending. The metallic odor of the cosmic fragments permeated the atmosphere.

As the stars crashed to the ground, they bestowed newfound abilities upon the humans, enabling them to don metal armor and take control of their destiny.

Since then, it had been a battle for survival, where warriors in gleaming metal armor, known as Rangers, fought not only for glory but for time itself.

The ruins of the ancient cities remain and are now, at present, encircled by towering concrete walls. Within, new civilisations have taken root, their residents aware of the ever-present danger...

The battle of plants.

It lived on in the streets, in the very air they breathed. Every crack in the pavement was a testament to their sealed fate.

Tyson had been born into this harsh new world, raised among the ruins of humanity's past. He had never known a peaceful Earth. All he knew were the endless training and the constant reminder that time was running out.

The Meta-bots, a strange and powerful object, had chosen him five years ago—chosen him to wear armor that could turn the tide of battle. It had established him as a protector, a warrior fated to participate in the Tournament that would determine Earth's survival.

The tournament served as a reminder of that struggle. It was not a one-off event but something that occurred occasionally, at random intervals—a chance for humanity to reclaim the time they desperately needed to survive.

Yet, every time, they had failed. They had made it only so far before dropping out in the early stages.

The Battle of Planets symbolised humanity's desperation- a fight that they couldn't seem to win, no matter how hard they tried.

On each occasion, they succeeded in securing only a limited number of years, during which they subsequently lost their warriors. 

But at the moment, in this quiet morning light, Tyson was just another trainee rushing to class with his friends. For him, the battlefield seemed distant, almost unreal. Yet, the people around him always reminded him of what responsibility he had.... It was frustrating for him.

"Morning, Tyson!" a voice exclaimed, snapping him from his thoughts.

He smiled seeing his two friends—Emily, always quick with a witty remark, and Nancy, the new girl who exuded a quiet strength that radiated through her smile.

Her uniform, meticulously tailored to fit her slender frame, emphasized her graceful movements.

The sun's rays danced upon her long, flowing locks of black hair, resembling dark mahogany, and revealed strands of shimmering gold.

Nancy's captivating presence made her the epitome of school beauty, drawing attention from all who beheld her.

"Late as usual?" Emily playfully remarked, her short brown hair bouncing as she adjusted her glasses.

"I'm here, aren't I?" Tyson grinned, catching up with them. "Besides, I've been good at running,"

Nancy smiled softly. "That's for sure,"

Tyson's heart fluttered just slightly, but he shoved the feeling aside.

Nancy had this way about her...quiet, steady, like she didn't need to shout to make her presence known. She didn't make a big deal out of things, didn't seek attention or praise, and yet Tyson couldn't help but feel like she was the one who saw through him.

It was strange, the way his thoughts drifted to her more and more, but he didn't understand why.

Every time she spoke, his mind would quiet for a moment. The weight of the world—the endless training, the tournament pressure, the looming end of time itself...would fade.

She always appeared so sure of herself. Tyson envied that. On the opposite, he felt as though he was stumbling forward, lost in the storm of his uncertainties.

Nancy's smile lasted in his mind as they continued walking, and for the briefest moment, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to be the person she seemed to see when she looked at him.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the school courtyard as their classes had ended for a day.

Tyson rolled with his friends, Emily and Nancy, the faint noise of conversation and distant laughter filling the air.

Yet, for Tyson, everything felt distant. His thoughts drifted to the Battle of Planets, the tournament. It felt like a never-ending preparation cycle with no clear goal. Why does he need to fight?

"Tyson, you okay?" Emily's voice snapped him out of his trance. She shot him a concerned glance as she adjusted her glasses.

"Yeah, just thinking," he muttered, forcing a smile.

Nancy gave him a soft smile. "You're always thinking, Maybe you need a break."

Tyson chuckled, "A break? I wish I could get one, but they won't allow me. All the talk of the world's end and so on and on..."

Emily raised an eyebrow, her playful tone falling away. "Seriously? We have three years to live, and if you ask me, it's more than enough."

"Tell me about it, but again, we can't be carefree like you, Emily," Tyson chuckled, "I wish I could change things for myself."

"Yes, like Your grades," Emily laughed as Nancy followed her lead.

Tyson rolled his eyes.

As they walked past the school's old, faded walls, the buzz of conflicting metals began to rise. The noise sent a chill down Tyson's spine as he felt Something was off.

The distant roar grew louder, followed by the unmistakable sound of conflict. Tyson's heart skipped a beat.

He immediately scanned the surroundings; there was a lack of visible threats.

"What the hell?" Emily panicked.

Before anyone could respond, the ground beneath their feet trembled, and the roar of explosions filled the air, rattling the windows of the nearby buildings.

"Get down!" Tyson shouted, instinctively pulling Emily and Nancy to the ground as debris flew overhead.

His body tensed, a rush of adrenaline surging through him.

A shockwave, which felt like a bone-jarring pressure, rippled through the air, flinging dust and rubble high into the sky, the Red Ranger among them, tossed like a leaf in a storm.

On the other side, a strange figure emerged, blueish-black armor piercing through the smoke. It was one of the Rogue.

"Tyson," Emily whispered, her voice barely audible over the ringing. "Is that—?"

Tyson's hands moved to Meta-bot clasped on his chest. He tapped three times in the middle of the triangular metallic shape, and a faint metallic hum enveloped him as the thick armor wrapped his body, adapting to his every move.

The ranger, tall and imposing in his white armor, stood firm. Ebony black metal patches, like shadows, marked his forearms and lower legs.

"It's time," he muttered through his helmet.

Emily and Nancy stepped back, their faces pale.

Tyson's heart raced as he squared off against the rogue, but a part of him, deep down, felt the same unease he had felt ever since the meta bot chose him. Was he ready for this?

"Who the heck is he?" Tyson's voice dropped, his hand instinctively going for girls, "Stay back,"

In an instant, Tyson got sent flying, smashing into nearby cars as they toppled over each other.

Dusting himself off, the white Ranger got to his feet. "That was a good one...I didn't see that coming."

Emily and Nancy were left speechless. At first, they thought their friend would somewhat control the situation and defeat the enemy, but he got sent flying by the blast of the enemy attack.

"I swear I would've dodged that," Tyson shouted, looking at the girls. There goes his chance to be a hero.

The Rouge chuckled, looking at the girls, "Are we fighting or what?"

"Yes, we are," Tyson said as he saw his comrade in red-black metallic armor running towards his opponent. He was the one who was fighting the rogue before Tyson.

"Step aside, he is my prey!" said his comrade,

"you are certainly annoying," Said Rogue, blasting him off. With a startled cry, the White ranger scrambled aside as his teammate hurtled towards him, a shower of burning debris erupting from the battered cars, which the Red ranger crashed right through.

"Are you dead?" The white ranger asked,

"Shut up," A clang of metal on metal announced the Red Ranger's attempt to rise from the crushed cars; the air filled with the smell of gasoline and burnt metal. "I'm going to kill him myself,"

"We should get to a safe place," whispered Nancy. Emily nodded.

Tyson's heart hammered in his chest as his Meta-bot's energy coursed through him. His fingers tightened around the newly formed sword hilt.

Tyson dashed forward, his feet pounding against the cracked pavement, the sound echoing in the deserted street, his sword gleaming harshly under the evening sun. With a shout, he swung downward—but the rogue Ranger blocked the blow with his gun, their weapons locked for a moment as Sparks flew from the impact.

"You think you're stronger than me?" the rogue taunted, pushing Tyson back.

Tyson's eyes narrowed. The rogue was fast, strong, and relentless—but Tyson had one thing he didn't. His teammate, from the corner of his vision, saw Alex slashing his blade downward. The impact made the rogue stagger back, but he quickly recovered. 

In a fluid motion, Rogue dodged the next strike from Tyosn as he spun around and blasted both off them again.

"Ha! Losers!" He laughed, and then the metallic gun dissolved into nanoparticles, echoing as it vanished back into his armor. "See you around."

"Don't let him leave," shouted Alex. 

"He's twenty-five power points." Tyson sank heavily onto the cracked road, his body worn and his mind clouded with exhaustion.

He was thinking beyond just this particular Rogue.

We're just kids playing a game we can't win, he thought bitterly. What if we're not ready for this fight? What if we're chasing something we can never truly achieve?

He was thinking about the Tournament.

"I don't care," the Red one muttered, his eyes burning with determination as he charged toward the rogue.

Tyson's gaze shifted to the nearby law enforcement officers, casting him disappointed, even hostile, glances. Their faces were grim, the air thick with the tension they exuded.

"Sorry, you should've called for more backup," Tyson muttered.

"Told you they were just trainees," one of the officers said, the disdain clear in his voice. "We needed professionals."

"Ouch," Tyson groaned, collapsing onto the road with a heavy thud.