Story: Plight of the Falcon

Rating: M for some really fucked up themes, language, and basically everything else. :P

Disclaimer: I've never even used one of these before, but it seems to be the theme to be used in most Power Rangers Fanfiction. Needless to say, I'm posting this story for free on a site that's called " " so it's pretty obvious the copyright to this franchise doesn't belong to me. ;)

Time Frame: Although I've classified this story as a MMPR story, it actually takes place in 2005. Everything in Dino Thunder happened. Aside from making the characters and things that happened to these individuals a little more believable, I haven't tampered with the universe too much. You can consider most of the older Rangers to be around the general ages of 25-26 here in this story.

Dedication: This story is dedicated to White-Knight-1988, Shawn30, Jade-Max, and CrazyGirl47. You guys gave me some awesome fiction to read this past month and a half. Needless to say, I've read every PR story you have written and enjoyed all of them. Thanks for being awesome, and keep writing! (AND FINISH THE STORIES!)


Prologue

Sam Trueheart stood outside looking up at the sky. All around him nature flourished, and his soul breathed easy; Mother Nature was in balance, and the spirit of the wind blew in crisp, striking currents. It was a testament to the strength of the Falcon, the winged lord of the skies, that he was able to navigate them so well. His flaps were strong, and he held his head up proud before anything that could be thrown at him. The small and gentle smile that formed on Sam's lips brought with it its own sense of peace to the setting.

For so long now, he had watched over the Falcon, the currents of late had been some of the most trying that he had ever seen him have to deal with. Over a year ago, the shifting winds had once again come to trouble the Falcon. The journey the Falcon had to fly was nowhere near as long as the one he had formerly flown, but through it all, the strong flap of his wings was able to bear and uphold the legacy that had been left to him. A sense of pride in the Falcon overcame him, as he watched his flight.

Always, these days, the Falcon flew alone. Over the years of his tenure, he had been accompanied for a length of his long journey, but the Falcon's path was a solitary one. At times the thought of the Falcon's somber journey brought on a sense of pain to Sam's heart. Forever guarding the skies alone, as it seemed, was a life that the Falcon was well suited to. The strain and weight of the whole world had to be a heavy burden, and to have bore it for so long without ever breaking under it; Sam had never known, or been prouder of another.

Looking back on every other one that had helped the Falcon, it wasn't too hard to remember that at one time, The Crane had flown beside him. During those times, the Winged Lord had been almost unstoppable and unwavering in his war. It brought a phantom pain to Sam's heart to know that twice a Crane had come, the first time He gave the crane his heart, only to have her send it back broken and battered—torn. The second Crane had managed to repair it when she came to fly alongside the Falcon, but all too soon she had left the falcon to fly alone once more.

"Don't worry dear friend," The words spoken to the solitary Falcon held a tender quality to them. "Your flight cannot remain as lonely as it has been forever; one day, and I know this to be true, the Crane will return." With a soft smile Sam turned away from watching the Falcon to look to the horizon. The sun was setting, the azure skies casting about a riot of color, using the blue canvas of the sky to create a masterpiece that could only ever be seen once—an amazing act repeated every evening, but completely unique each time. Inhaling the gift of air, Sam blinked his eyes twice, watching the skies. A small smile passed when he noticed the two Cranes flying together again.

It brought warm feelings to his heart for them as well. Although the Falcon flew alone, he could never begrudge the others for what they had to do. Watching as the Cranes continued their flight, he noticed the inseparable bond that the two of them had formed. Once the relationship had been strained between them, but after nesting in the same area for so long, the sense of kinship that flowed between them was impressive.

Looking to their destined flight path, he could see that a reunion with the Falcon was inevitable. The small smile he kept changed into a full one with this turn of events. The Falcon and the Crane had been meant to fly together, and to see both of them returning to the Falcon left hope that this time around, with the age and experience behind them, and the weight of the World not on them, one of the Cranes could take on the weight of the falcons heart.

Deciding to stay to watch the reunion, Sam witnessed both of the Cranes come to fly alongside the Falcon for a moment. They flew one on either side of him, sharing the skies with him—it was a truly beautiful sight. Not long after the reunion with the Falcon though, did a curious thing happen. Latching on to either side of him, the Cranes began to pull at him, both seeking to change his course in an opposite direction from where he was going, not trying to pull him away from the other, but neither trying to share him either—their bond still strong as ever. As Sam continued to watch, The Falcon descended from the skies to land on the ground, the momentary respite from the Cranes a small break for him—until in a flurry of confusion and bizarreness unlike Sam had ever seen The Cranes, along with The Frog, the Bear, the ape, the wolf—who had been gone for so long!, a Saber tooth tiger, mastodon, Tyrannosaurus, And a toy car mimicking the stormblaster, with a yellow crystal inside being driven by young David's younger son came down upon him like a frenzy! Watching with Concern, Sam continued looking in awe—the event was too horrific to turn away from, all the while the pleas off the Falcon could be heard…

In this moment, Sam Trueheart only had one thing to say for the Falcons current predicament,

"Oh, he's so fucked…"

And with that, he turned from the Falcon, leaving him to the care of his friends, and returned to the house. Some trying times were ahead for his dear Falcon.

Trying indeed.


Hey everyone, it's been awhile since I've posted anything having to do with fanfiction! For the past month and a half now I've been chewing my way through a bunch of Power Rangers fanfiction, and decided to write one of my own. I hope you've enjoyed this little intro, and have sort of caught on to what I'm trying to get across. This is just the prologue right now, but the first chapter is being posted along with it, so there is that. It's good to be back at my roots writing fanfiction instead of just writing original pieces intended for actual publication, so I hope you all like the result of my stressed out mind needing to vent and have some fun.