Disclaimers: Once again, the author is borrowing Saban’’s characters without permission. Hope he doesn’’t mind too much, but since I’’m making no money off of this.... Anyway, this story follows "Til Death" and "Falcon Daughter," and while it tries to stick with TV continuity as much as possible, it totally ignores the conclusion of the Space Ranger run for the convenience of my Muse. Sorry, all you power-purists out there. Thanks to Willow and Rob for all their input, proofing and general putting up with me. : ) CR January 1999

Dark Lady
Prologue
by Cheryl Roberts

“At last.”

Blue eyes, diamond hard and cold as the dark side of the moon, narrowed as the viewing globe flickered to life, revealing a beautiful day in Angel Grove Park.  The focus tightened on one individual in particular: a young woman with fawn brown eyes, caramel colored hair and a very concerned expression.

The Dark Lady’s sibilant hiss echoed throughout the chamber as she watched her prey.  It had taken no small amount of energy to recreate the powerful observation device she had smashed in the wake of the Mercyte debacle, but it was a necessity for keeping track of her despised rival in the past.  Kimberly Hart meandered through the park, her mind seemingly a million miles away.

“All alone are we, Kimmie?” The ebony-garbed sorceress sneered, her hand caressing the crystalline orb lovingly as her quarry paused alongside a familiar pond, “and so absorbed with your thoughts that your guard is down.  Finally, I can finish this once and for all!”

Her gaze never left the globe as she began casting her spell.  Space and time began to spin, swirling about and folding in on themselves.  Shrill laughter echoed in the deepest reaches of the enchantress’ head; she paid it no mind, her attention absorbed by the arcane energies she had summoned.  Still, she spared a wry thought.

They say, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.