The new guardian.

Two years have passed sense that day. The day that was burned into the minds of so many, the day that took so much and gave so little. Sense then much has changed, or had it simply recovered from change, gone back to the norm? Day to day life resumed as it always did, soon people just seemed to forget that the ordeal had occurred at all. The angry masses that were so ready to spill blood simply chose to accept that the tortuous event had ended and move on with their lives. In truth... the man atop the tower was envious of their ability to move forward.

From the ground it would be hard to tell, but if you looked closely at the top of the radio tower, you may make out a silhouette of a man. Every night he would stand there for only a few moments, looking out over the city and it's people, simply watching the lights in the distance. His appearance coincided with another strange happening. A masked vigilantly once again roamed the streets of the city. This was nothing new to the people of the Islands, after all, having to deal with the Red Clad Hero for so long had made them experts. That hero, however, had been unseen for quite some time before this new night stalker made his debut.

This new masked man, while at a cursory glance seemed to be the same as the old one, did have a few key differences. Where the Red Ranger was showy, flashy and flamboyant, this new figure was quiet, working in the shadows, choosing not to be seen rather then loudly proclaiming his arrival. He had even extended his reach into Penecia and Standasen, a thing Personanger Red rarely did. Only once was a name given by this man. Sprawled on a wall over a dangling bundle of several well known and wanted criminals were the simple words.


And so the man stands atop the radio building, an ironic twist to the story of the knight riding off to save his princess from the cold tall tower. The knight awaits at the top for the princess to return.