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Ranger: Zordon of Eltar

Chapter one

Lonely Son

The morning was quiet, with the exception of a few birds chirping atop purple leaved trees. The two suns in the sky burnt orange, then turned to a bright yellow as the sunlight began to shine through a window onto the eyes of a teenager still asleep in his bed. The teen squinted his eyes and rubbed them, slightly irritated by the sunlight. He sat up in his bed. He was a thin-framed boy of 17, with olive skin. He had shaggy brown hair that was often messy yet tucked neatly behind his ears.

"Master," spoke a robotic, but squeaky voice from the outside hall, "Master Zordon." There was a knock on the large wooden door.

"Come in Alpha," said the teen. The door opened and in walked Alpha V, a fully functional automaton. The red lights across his head blinked back and forth. Alpha was the personal assistant robot built and designed by Zordon's father and was a present to Zordon his last birthdate.

"Good morning, Master," Alpha said cheerfully.

"Yeah, it is a good morning, isn't it?"

"Glad to see you are awake and well," Alpha said as he walked across the room and opened the window, letting a warm breeze in. "Shall I get your clothes out for you?"

"Has my father returned?" asked Zordon, ignoring Alpha's question.

"No, he has not." Alpha turned to Zordon. Zordon sighed and looked to the ceiling.

"It has been nearly a year since he has left to attend the Inter Galactic Republic Conference on the Planet Phaedos, and it has been three weeks since we've heard from him."

"I am sure he will contact you soon, master, no need to fret… I shall get your clothing laid out."

Zordon smiled. He always admired Alpha's persistent optimist, albeit he was programmed to be so. Zordon got out bed, and walked to a marble sink on the opposite side of the room. He touched a crystal next to the sink and warm water began to pour from the wall. He splashed the water on his face. It felt refreshing as he gently sloughed off his dead skin from his night's sleep.

"You're clothing is ready, master, and has been laid out," Alpha said as he entered from dressing closet.

"Thank you, Alpha."

Zordon took a moment as he looked out his window and to the sky and saw the sun on the horizon. He smiled and walked into his dressing closet. His clothing was laid out on a silken chaise; it was an average schooling outfit worn by the nobility of Eltar. It was white embroidered tunic, with matching trousers, and a green cape attached to his shoulder by a golden broach, with his family crest studded with emeralds. Then, a silver belt, and green boots which laced up to his knee.

"You look so handsome, Braedyn," said a soft low voice.

Zordon looked up as he finished lacing his left boot. There was only one person that ever called him by his first name. It was his mother, Atera. She was a tall and elegant woman with olive toned skin that matched her son. She wore her long flowing red hair tied neatly in a bun on the back of her perfectly shaped head, with the exception of two curls that lay on either side of her temples. Her bright green eyes sparkled as she tilted her head and smiled at her son. She was fully dressed in a white sleeveless gown with golden broaches at each shoulder.

"Good morning, mother," greeted Zordon.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

"You're not at all." Zordon knew that his mother was lonely in his father's absence. He would often see her sitting majestically on their veranda watching the suns set, waiting for a familiar ship to come out of the skies.

"Come." Atera held her arms out., reaching for her son. Zordon stood and walked to her as she took his hands in hers. She looked joyfully into her sons face and moved a lock of hair away from his eyes. They were green, the same as hers. "Alpha V has laid your breakfast out for you. It is nigh eight o'clock, if you wait you will be late for schooling." She kissed him on the cheek.

Zordon hastily ate his breakfast. It consisted of steamed rice with milk, an egg, and a purple citrus fruit native to Eltar.

"Here are your books, master," Alpha said as he hands Zordon a satchel. "And Miss Vile is waiting in the foyer."

Zordon thanks him and slung the bag around his shoulder and walked to the foyer. There waiting for him was his long time childhood friend.

Good morning, Rita."