Chapter Twelve
They heard me. They heard and understood me. They're the first rangers in nearly two millennia to understand that I am here to help them- in more ways than being a convenient building. They understand that I began with the rangers- that I was here before the rangers. I was here before Zordon. And more importantly, they understand that I am still here.
What kind of being am I? It's best that I don't try to define it for you- it's not something that the human mind can really comprehend. It is part of why I am so shocked that these rangers could actually figure it out. The original rangers had traditions. They had rituals that explained what I was and what I could do for them. They had knowledge that had been passed down for generations. All of that knowledge was lost long before these rangers came in to being.
In the past, I have been consulted for every major ranger shift. For every change that the rangers might have. Once a generation- soulmate rangers come around. They're the chosen rangers- the ones that can speak to me and it not harm them in any permanent way. It was always interesting to watch the rangers figure out who would be the 'once in a generation' pair. Some of them just jumped in and had sex, figuring that if they got pregnant and I did not inhabit the male- that they weren't the pair. Other rangers were careful and mindful of it- the repercussions of talking to me were quite harsh for both parties. I always hoped that that would change, but each pair faced their own trials after talking with me.
The moment Tommy entered the Command Center- I knew he was more than a once in a generation ranger. There was only one of him. I had never seen a ranger like him before. It did not surprise me that Kimberly was his soulmate. It did surprise me when she so fully left the rangers. I thought that my chance to actually speak and advise the rangers again had past. I thought that they would never again be here at the same time. I thought that my time was really done.
Then they came back. I was not sure why they came back at first, but the longer they stayed, the more I understood. They were the last of their kind. They were seeking shelter in the one place that they thought could keep them safe. And it quickly became clear that they were going to have to talk to me in order to survive. I had to help them survive.
The last rangers I talked to had ignored my warning about battling the guardians. They had taken the weapon I suggested and gone to kill them. They seemed to think that there was not enough room on the Earth for there to be two groups with supernatural powers. I knew that there was. I knew that both groups benefitted each other- but they did not believe me.
I hope that they will be different. I hope that they will listen to my warning. I hope that I will be able to house more Power Rangers in the future and be able to guide them as time moves forward. I hope that they will not be the actual end of the Power Rangers, but only time will tell if my hopes are futile.