The Right Path

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Authors Note: This is an alternate universe from the television show with an alternate timeline.

The temple's golden spires gleamed under the twin suns of Triforia, casting long shadows that stretched across the courtyard as Trey, Trent, and Travis approached the entrance. The air was thick with the scent of incense and ancient stone, the silence of the place broken only by the sound of their footsteps. They were led deep into the heart of the Temple of the Golden Goddess, where the high priestess awaited, her serene face illuminated by the soft glow of sacred crystals.

Trey, the eldest, stood at the forefront. His hands were clasped tightly, his mind a whirlwind of frustration. The three of them—Trey, Trent, and Travis—had become something other than they were meant to be. The Power of Zeo had split his soul, and now, as separate beings, they fought to stay whole.

The priestess regarded them with quiet patience, her eyes shimmering like stars. "You have come seeking answers," she said softly, her voice like the distant hum of wind through a vast desert. "But know this, Lord of Triforia, your plight is not unique."

Trey clenched his jaw. "I thought the water of Aquitar caused the division. The energy of Zeo, the constant strain…"

The priestess raised a hand, halting him. "The waters of Aquitar only reacted to what was already there. Your division has always been a part of you, Trey. You know that most Triforians are born of a single born, but with multiple souls. This is an evolutionary advantage to the Triforian race, to carry multiple offspring as a single vessel and then see that individual transform into their true selves as their souls divide. I can assure you that it is perfectly natural and that those that are destined for such a path live separate, successful lives, even if they share a mental bond. You are among the minority that maintain a single vessel. It is a trait of the Lords of Triforia. But, you cannot deny that you discovered that it was possible to divide and even made use of that skill in times of need."

Trent's voice cut through the tension. "But the Gold Ranger powers—they're different. They've done more than just split us. They've…" He trailed off, unsure of how to finish the thought.

"Yes," the priestess agreed, nodding. "The Power of Zeo is potent, but it comes with a cost. It drains the spiritual energy of its bearer, sapping the strength of the soul and damaging the body. And the Gold Ranger powers, with all their might, are even more dangerous. As a single soul you would have lasted weeks before showing the signs of a damaged lifeforce. United you have carried those powers far longer than was intended. And now, they have proven too much for your combined form, Trey. You ignored the signs and your body reacted by dividing. Alas the Gold Ranger must be united being. Without the strength of one unified soul, the power would destroy you."

Trey's face hardened. "I know what the risks are. But I still don't understand—why is it so much worse for me?"

"Because you did not limit yourself to Triforia," she replied, her gaze unwavering. "The previous Lords of Triforia held the Gold Ranger powers only when they were bound to this world. You, however, took the power far beyond, stretching your encounters with evil across galaxies. It is no surprise that the strain has shattered you."

Trey's shoulders tensed, and he looked away, trying to push the flood of emotions away. "But I have to do something. I can't just give up."

The priestess' voice softened. "You already have a path, Lord Trey. You have already found a way to share the Gold Ranger powers between you." She looked at each of them in turn, her eyes knowing. "Perhaps this is the answer you seek. A unity not of the body, but of the soul, each of you lending your strength to the other. It is a solution, if only temporary, until you choose to pass your powers on to a successor."

Trey's heart skipped a beat. "You think this will work?"

The priestess didn't answer immediately. Instead, she gave a small, knowing smile. "You are not the first to seek the strength of the Gold Ranger. But you are the first to attempt this. The bond between you three is strong enough, if you trust it. Learn to share the power, and you may yet find balance. But beware, Trey. You have heard the cost. A good friend would warn those foolish enough to bear the Gold Ranger powers alone."

Trey stood still for a long moment, the weight of her words settling on him. He didn't speak. He just nodded, his eyes full of resolve.

As the high priestess turned and disappeared into the shadows of the temple, Trey, Trent, and Travis remained, each of them lost in thought. The path ahead was unclear, but they had a purpose. Trey turned to his brothers, a flicker of determination in his eyes.

"We'll figure this out," he said, his voice firm. "Together."

The three of them left the temple, stepping into the bright daylight of Triforia once more. With each step, Trey felt the burden upon them. They had been seeking to become one body, as they had been before, but it seemed that if they wished to remain the Gold Ranger, they would need to strengthen the bonds of spirit.

The journey was just beginning.

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