[ WP ] A modern teenager is transported into a fantasy world , where they are forced into a quest with young witches and wizards their age . Fortunately , they 've got a backpack full of high-tech gizmos to help them along .

Two figures in hoods stood in a forest clearing. 
 
 `` The Red Ranger,'' the old hag croaked. `` He be cursed, I tell ye all.'' 
 
 `` Shush, Magda'' the younger looking girl said. `` He is as the fortunes told. He will save the day.'' 
 
 `` He might,'' Magda said, scowling. `` But I canna agree with his ways. They are foul.'' 
 
 `` Moreso than ours?'' the girl retorted. `` We who be witches, demand blood and sacrifice to perform our magic. We are no better, I say.'' 
 
 `` Ye may be right, young Jess,'' Magda said, lowering her voice into hushed whispers. `` But did ye not see how the Ranger disposed of thy bog spirits? By simply waving his.. his..'' 
 
 `` Sony,'' Jess finished. `` Yes, I recall. It was not very respectful, I think.'' 
 
 `` Not very respectful?'' Magda exclaimed. `` Why, he be breaking all our natural laws. Yon knows thy spirits require a proper rite to unbind them from thine plane. Tis' a sacrilege.'' 
 
 `` You keep your voice down now, Magdalaine,'' Jess remarked angrily. `` Lest' the Ranger hears us. Our land is in dire need of his powers, or so help us all. The Shadow Lord has held us by our napes for seven centuries. This young Ranger and his magic is our only hope.'' 
 
 `` If it must be so, coven sister,'' Magda mumbled grumpily. `` I just canna agree how he does it so simply. Why even thy mighty Zangbeast that was impervious to all magic had been no match for thy Ranger's Sony. 
 
 Jess smiled. `` I thought it was brilliant. This `` baby-baby-baby'' sound it made. It has no whatsoever effect on our ears, and yet it put the Zangbeast to rest.'' 
 
 `` No effect on thou, mayhaps,'' Magda said. `` But it is a thousand piercing daggers in mine.'' 
 
 `` The spell,'' Jess mused. `` The Ranger calls it `` Just Inn Bee Were''. Peculiar nam-'' 
 
 `` Sorry I took so long.'' A voice came from nearby as a young teenager stepped out from the bushes. `` But gosh, did I not find anything for toilet paper around here.'' 
 
 `` He speaks funny too,'' Magda whispered to her younger friend beside her. 
 
 `` Are you done convening with Mother Gaia, Red Ranger?'' Jess asked him. 
 
 `` Uh.. Yeah,'' the Red Ranger replied, adjusting his glasses. `` If that's what you'll call it. And you really should call me Paul. I mean, now that I know all this is for real and you two were n't cosplaying or something.'' 
 
 `` We must move,'' Jess said tartly. `` The path leading to the Shadow Lord's castle is long and tiresome. Our only salvation is that we remain yet undetected by the Shadow Lord's soldiers, praise be Elune for that.'' 
 
 `` Well, I do n't know about this moon goddess of yours, but I'm pretty sure none of all these ghostly entities can sense us since my phone here generates its own electromagnetic field that disrupts-'' 
 
 `` Enough!'' Jess cried. `` We must go quickly. Further up ahead lies the Marsh of Darkness and it is not a place you will want to be in for long.'' 
 
 `` I take it this marsh; it's gon na be pretty dark in there, eh?'' the Paul asked. 
 
 `` A stench of evil lay awash across thy accursed marsh, Red Ranger,'' Magda said glowering. `` No light of thy sun has ever cast its rays through its shroud. Nary even the spells performed by thy greatest thy coven have ever penetrated its unholy shade.'' 
 
 `` Oh,'' Paul said, casually flipping out his Sony and turning on his Flashlight app. `` We'll see about that.'' 
 
 Magda turned to face Jess to give her a look, but the younger witch had already trodden on ahead, smiling.
