A young, petite woman sat on her bed brushing her long, slightly curly, soft, caramel colored hair. Satisfied, she slid a soft pink headband into it and got up from her bed, smoothing out her sundress of the same color. Upon nearing her mirror she closely investigated the rims of her doe-brown eyes for any redness that might tell of the fact that she had been crying. She picked up her bags and left the room. And so, Kimberly Hart closed the door to her dorm room at the training facility, the thud of the door, and the bandages around her wrist, elbow and knee reminding her that this was the end of her gymnastics career.
Flashback
Kimberly sat down in the rest area of the gym, patting a towel along her face and neck, wiping off the sweat that clung there from her recent practice of her gymnastics floor routine.
"Hey Kim," a sickeningly sweet voice said. The voice belonged to John DiMilo, a tall, dark-haired male gymnast, who was a crazy teen with and out-of-control crush on Kimberly. "So what time am I picking you up for our date tonight?"
"How about a quarter to never?" she shot back angrily, scoffing at how unabashed John was to be saying such outrageous things.
"Ooooh, harsh. Is that any way to talk to a guy who knows some stuff about you and your friends that I can tell at any minute?" he asked rhetorically, before turning and stalking off.
She pondered this recent development as she made her way over to the uneven bars. As she started her routine, she thought about what he had said. "Does he know about the Power Rangers?" She asked herself worriedly, as she flipped between the bars and through the air.
Preoccupied with her thoughts, she failed to notice her hands growing sweatier and more slippery by the second. She reached for the higher of the two uneven bars and felt her hands hit it, before slipping off the bar. The momentum of the sudden slip caused her body to come crashing down to the floor with more force and speed than usual. She landed hard on the mat and felt blasts of pain in her right arm and left leg before her eyes and ears failed her and dragged her down into oblivion.
2 Days Later
"Kimberly" a soft, melodic, beautiful, female voice called. "Wake up!"
She opened her eyes and found herself staring into the faces of Dulcea, protector of Phaedos, and a fully formed Zordon, her old ranger mentor.
"Zordon!" She exclaimed. "Dulcea! What happened? Where am I? Why am I here? HUH?" She rambled on without pausing for breath.
"Shh, shh," Dulcea tried to calm the young gymnast. "Be calm, my young crane. All will be explained in due time."
"Young crane?" She asked confused. But I gave up the power of the Ninjetti didn't I?"
"Indeed you did." Zordon told her. "However, the power of the crane was never truly Katherine's to control. Her Ninjetti animal spirit isn't the pink crane but the – "
"The silver cat." Kimberly interrupted in a whisper. She always had had a knack for figuring out peoples Ninjetti animal spirits."
"Exactly," Zordon said. "When you gave Katherine your Power Coin, the power of the Ninjetti remained with you, although you were unable to control a zord, or morph into full ranger gear. When Katherine received the Zeo ranger powers, full control of the Ninjetti spirit of the crane returned to you, because Katherine was never meant to control the power of the Ninjetti. You Kimberly are still the Crane."
"Okay great. So where am I and what am I doing here?"
"Where you are is the question you must answer for yourself." Dulcea told her.
Kimberly looked around and saw that she was in a wood. In the distance she saw the Youth Center. "We're back in Angel Grove!" She muttered in surprise.
"That we are," Dulcea said.
"But doesn't that mean that if we walk in there, that people will see us?"
"Not at all my dear Crane," Zordon replied. "We can see and hear them, but no one will be able to know we are there."
"We have to get inside fast," Dulcea said. "The reading is going to start soon."
AN: Hey all, this is my first ever story so please be nice but remember I accept all constructive criticism so if you will criticize, do so lightly!
