Hi! Welcome to my first ever story! Since I love Power Rangers, I decided to throw my own hat into the ring and submit my own PR story! Hope you enjoy! Like all other stories, Power Rangers and its characters do not belong to me, but to the original owner of the series. May the power protect you!
Maya zipped her bag up and sighed with relief as she finished packing her things. She didn't recall having so much stuff when she first arrived there. She hadn't intended to stay in Japan for so long, but by doing so she had become a lot stronger and had a lot of new abilities that she could use to help people.
People like her brother.
Jarrod had always been a nice kid. When their parents left home for a business trip in another country, she remembered he didn't cry until late at night, when they were both in their bedrooms. She heard him through the wall.
She cried too when her parents were presumed to be dead after being away for half a year.
Maya found ways of distracting herself and her brother. Charity events. Horse riding. Kung Fu and self defence training. Anything to help them both get over the agony of losing their parents. The Fishers helped too. And so did Master Mao, when he accepted Jarrod into Pai Zhua academy when they were both 9 years old. She wasn't accepted in until she was 13, when Mao said that her animal spirit was no longer locked away, no longer closed up in her heart like it was when she was 9. Those next years were a blur to Maya. She couldn't remember much. She remembered Dominic, she remembered Mao and her brother... And she remembered when she said goodbye to Jarrod as she left for Japan three years ago, when they were both 16.
The two wrote letters to each other as much as possible. She would tell him all the amazing sites she had seen, all the things she had learnt, all the food she had tried for the first time. He would tell her about any new students, anything exciting that happened, new things he had learnt too. That's how the letters started anyway. But over time, the letters became shorter, less things going on, then less letters altogether... She hadn't received a letter from him in a year. That third year in Japan she spent worrying about her brother, if he was safe, if he was even alive. He was all she had left. She was all he had left.
Maya sighed again and took one last look at the room she had spent three years sleeping in. "Well, thanks for keeping me warm, room. Didn't expect the bed to be so cosy! " she said quietly, before chuckling a little. She picked up her backpack and put it on, before leaving the room the same way it was when she had arrived.
She had already said goodbye to the Masters, and she didn't want to become red-eyed from crying again, so she headed straight for the exit, leaving without looking back. She didn't want to look back. Only forward. She had to go home. Back to the academy. Back to her brother and his room and, maybe, his masters stripes. By now he should have at least became one of the guardians protecting the evil Dai Shi. Maybe he even had came up with the idea of finally putting a lock on that box! She grinned to herself as she thought about it. She had missed Ocean Bluff, she missed her brother and friends and masters. She was done missing now.
"Watch out Ocean Bluff. Here I come."