DISCLAIMER
Belongs to Haim Saban.
Rocky DeSantos was flawlessly performing a kata in the dojo. He let the rhythm of the art fill his body. He had missed the strenuous work out while he had been recovering from his back injury. Now, however, he was as good as new. Yeah, this is awesome, he thought to himself. It was almost as good as being a Ranger. The man felt himself growing wistful. Sometimes he missed it. Being called into action, destroying the monster of the day, seeing the look on a citizen's face when they realized that they were safe again. It was an amazing experience. One he sometimes wished he still had. However, he knew that there was another team out there, carrying on where he and the others had left off. Without warning, a sudden feeling of grief enveloped his body. What the---what's going on? he wondered to himself. Almost as soon as the silent question was asked, the former Ranger knew. Zordon was gone.
"Zordon," he whispered. His throat muscles constricted, and then, from his throat came the low moan of an ape and understood that his animal spirit was also mourning the loss of a great man and father figure.
