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N-Daguva-Zeba is a powerful being, no doubt. She was there when a comet struck earth and within it - the power, the darkness (though Darkness might be more accurate) which consumed the Grongi tribe. They say a part of it lodged under her skin, in her stomach, and that’s the origin of her extended power. A power like no other, at the time.
A child then, and appearing not much older now, she was bathed in the light of violence and the control of power. The first star charm.
The golden star charm.
Close as they were, it didn’t effect them all. Not immediately. The powers hovered and slowly consumed, and the Grongi tribe, who were once human, let it . They could have left, but instead, over time, each Grongi took a piece of the comet for themselves, twisted stand-ins for the one-in-a-million chance of a belt and the 2, and only two, Star Charms. It was enough to make them monsters who could look like Precure.
And Daguva, the first, a child, became their not-quite-leader.
With these powers, they could grab the hearts of those untwisted, turn them to large monsters, thoughtless. Until those hearts turned black, and there was nothing left.
The Linto were terrified of this, of course. They couldn’t possibly fight back against this, whatever they wanted. But there was nothing they could do…
At first.
No comet comes from nowhere. Gouram is from the kind that watches over such dangerous powers, across the universe. He’d been asleep inside to awaken if this power was ever unleashed.
He didn’t awaken fast enough, and his power…
Two star charms, the gold and the pink, and of course there was supposed to be more than one… but the Gold had fallen out.
Precure is not a story of loneliness. The ones who win, who save the world for good, work together. If one is alone, they are backstory, or they are broken.
Or they are both.
But all the little spirit known as Gouram has is the one. So what does that mean?
Riko is a Linto girl, and she doesn’t know about all the hows and the whys. She knows she watched friends and loved ones be consumed by the tribe who were twisted.
She knows it scares her.
She knows she wants to protect them, too. After all, she wanted to be a warrior, one day.
There is a girl in white. Black and white and shining gold as though she is a god. As though she is death.
Riko knows she should run as this girl attacks.
Riko knows she should run when her father turns into one of those hulking beasts, and her brother and sister cower in terror.
But she doesn’t. She fights back.
This is not Kamen Rider, not quite. These are girls, magical girls. In bright and frilly dresses with light and hope in their step.
These belts, no matter how dangerous, appear on their own.
Riko grabs it from the air. This must be a miracle, when it looks so like that which the Grongi leader wears.
She fights.
“I’m Gouram.”
Riko has had far too long a day to argue with the creature holding out a star shaped charm to her.
“Gouram,” she repeats. “And this… helps me? I can save my father? Stop the Grongi?”
“If you defeat the monster,” Gouram says. “I’m sorry. I should have come sooner.”
Riko just smiles. He clearly cares.
“Don’t worry,” she says. “I’m enough.”
This is still Kuuga, you know how it goes. Cure Linto fights. She saves people.
But there are monsters with twisted faces, monsters who chose and cannot go back.
The enemy is a girl who looks at least 3 years younger yet has lived too many times as long. Riko can’t compare with that.
If she uses all of her own power. If she uses all of her own soul , though…
She has a chance.
She has no choice.