(whistles innocently)
I did some accidental research and apparently I have messed up somewhat in the canon version- apparently the island fills the lake having been a valley prior to flying (o.O), possibly Merrick didn't have Zords before (or maybe he did… I kind of missed that part), and that the timeline was MUCH shorter than what I have.
Meh. This is fanfiction so it'll be okay. I think. I mean, it's not like I own the Power Rangers.
Oh… and happy Valentine's Day!
TWELEVE: Worst Case Scenario
Merrick hurried to the Princess. The worst had happened- Animus had fallen battling the Master Org. A veritable army of General Orgs was holding off his fellow Warriors. He had hoped and hoped that it wouldn't come to this, not daring to do anything to openly prevent it in fear of causing it. Maybe he should have tried to prevent the future, or rather the present.
The Princess was sitting anxiously on a flower-covered slab, her eyes worried. Her beauty, inside and out, was like a knife to the heart for Merrick. But he hid it- now was not the time for any sort or form of romance.
"Merrick, what happened?"
"I failed you, I'm sorry," he managed. He didn't want her to worry. He would take care of everything. He would do anything for her. "It's time for that sleeping spell everyone discussed earlier. There's no other way."
"But-"
Merrick still had barely enough power to trigger the spell he and the other Warriors had prepared for this very scenario. So he did so before she could convince him otherwise. Woozily she reached out to him. He let himself hold her hands for a moment before pushing them away. Hastily he turned and left the clearing. The final battle against the Orgs for this era- or even forever if he was lucky- had come.
Her mind fogging over Shayla fell back. Her eyes found the crystalline blue sky for a split second before her eyes closed and didn't open.
In the darkness of her mind she could remember all the times she had shared with her loved ones long ago. Especially those wonderful moments alone with Merrick. Her single regret was that she didn't get a chance to tell him one last time that she loved him or even a proper farewell. She didn't know if she would ever see him again. But then even this fear faded away as her slumber grew deeper and deeper. Soon there were no dreams or wishes left, only sleep.
