Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers.

A/N: I like this poem, it's not Emily Brown, but I think it's decent. I like Chip's the best though...

Daggeron looked at the paper, and then glanced at Madison, "And this is?" He asked.

"Vida," Madison said with a grin, "I'm not sure if she's apologizing or if she's just giving you a poem, it's what she does."

"It's folded," Daggeron said.

"She does that too," Madison replied, "it's sort of her trademark. She folds them simply when she's written a poem, but she also does more intricate work." Her tone was dry as she remembered the frogs that had covered her desk after Daggeron had been freed. "Want me to help you open it? Vida's not Robert Frost, but she's pretty good in my opinion."

"Thank you," Daggeron said, offering her the cat shaped paper.

Madison deftly picked the folds and smoothed the paper out, "Here you go," she said.

Daggeron took the paper back and glanced down, the beautiful hand writing surprised him, but the poem itself surprised him more.

Once upon a time

A princess kissed a frog

She gained a prince

Her one, true love

My sister is a Ranger

And you are but a Knight

Thus we ask to call you friend

And will you join our fight

We don't promise ever after

We don't vow a happy ending

All we off is companionship

And hey, you'll never be bored.

Daggeron handed it wordlessly to Madison, amused by her sister's poem, but unsure if laughter would be appropriate. Some poets, he knew, took themselves and their work far too seriously. Madison giggled, "This is just Vida's way of saying hello," she told Daggeron. She must really like you, she doesn't write poetry for just anyone."

Daggeron felt warmth in his chest that startled him even as he placed it. It was pride, such as he'd felt under Leanbow's tutelage, when the Warrior Knight had offered him rare praise. "I'm going to go place this in my room, for safe keeping," he said, "start stretching and ask that your teammates join you if they arrive before my return."

"Of course," Madison said.

Daggeron turned and went back into Rootcore, heading for the small, cell-like room that had been his twenty years before and that he had returned to at Udonna's request. One of the few decorative pieces was a box, carved with leaves and stars. Inside there was a collection of parchments and similar keepsakes. The poem went in and Daggeron permitted himself a smile, because he had not been sure how Vida felt about him. Madison and Chip, he understood, Madison was somewhat in awe of him and there were slight signs of a crush, and Chip…Chip looked at him like he had once looked at Leanbow, the expression of a squire to the knight who had given him a chance. Nick watched, and seemed to accept him, but even if he had never truly known his father, the Red Ranger shared the ability to hide everything from him, Daggeron, when he wanted. Xander was easy, Xander didn't always like him, but he never seemed to consider Daggeron as anything but a teammate and occasional teacher. Vida, however, had been the worst to read. She always held back a little, like she couldn't trust him no matter how much she wanted to. That poem was a clear indication that she had finally accepted him as teammate, if not a friend.

He left his room and headed down to the forest where the Rangers were waiting. As the dragon mouth opened, however, he felt, for a brief moment, that he should just run away. Instead, he put on his best imitation of Leanbow's teacher look and strode out to rescue Chip from Vida's headlock.