Author Note: Hey all! I'm once again writing another story for the time being. This time, I'm collaborating with RangerRevolution. Please feel free to leave a review, but no character bashing – thanks.

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"Ahhhh, look at her Zeddy, she's so incredible," Rita Repulsa said as he sneered at telescope, peering at a young woman who was training for the Pan Globals. She wickedly laughed as she saw the young woman go through her fall. "Look Zeddy."

The old witch sneered continuously. She looked at her evil husband as the two watched the young woman from the moon's palace. The woman was perfecting her craft, but seemed to be frustrated as she prepared for her trials. Seemingly, she felt unaccomplished.

The young woman was a diver. By day, she was a student, friend, and most of all a daughter to someone. However, her craft was diving which she enjoyed doing since she was a child. Now, her calling was with leading it to a higher place – trials.

Every day after school seemed like a chore to her, but whatever got her to perfect it, she worked at it every chance she could get. As she walked up the ladder to the diving board, she took a deep breath as she looked at the world around her. Leaping, she felt an urge of perfecting again. She deeply sighed as she plummeted into the water.

"Look at her, she's so perfect I could scream," the witch snarled, continuing her plot.

The young woman looked around as he began again. This was her attempt to continuing to perfect herself before the trials began. Her coach watched as she began her craft again. Even what he has been noticing, he still wanted her to take a break, yet she still refused to do so.

"You could always take a break, you know?" her coached reminded her, as he saw her get out of the watery surface.

"I know," she smiled as she assured him.

Meanwhile, another young woman was in the gym. She was perfecting her craft in gymnastics. She was full of grace as she made herself onto the balance beam. Like the other young woman, she always was known as a perfectionist.

"Rita, look at them. They're so perfect," Zedd hissed looking through the Zedd-scope. His eyes widened as he looked at the other young woman. "They're so perfect for something I want to do devishly."

Both Rita and Lord Zedd knew something was about to brew – it only would take a matter of time.