Note: I don't own Power Rangers
Side note: Yes I kinda ship this, don't like don't read.
AU: This is where Jarrod became the gold ranger(lets say instead of there being a red ranger morpher).
Casey never knew life outside the secret temple in the forest.
For as long as he can remember, he'd been nothing but a towel boy, a shadow as he was taught.
Most towel boys only last a year, before moving on to senior class and learning the ways of Pai Zhua.
Not Casey, he's never moved up the ranks.
Other towel kids mock him, many senior students beat him up and call him names, all in private of course.
In public, he is more cast aside as if he the plague, and he honestly liked that better then the previous.
Which confused him more when Master Swoop decided to mentor and train him in the ways.
He tried to protest at first, in his own way. He hadn't spoken in years, was beaten for such by lower ranked masters. So he tried pointing to himself, the towel basket that he carries with him all the time, the doorway where both could hear the morning classes starting, but the man never swayed.
"I see potential in you Casey, even when you yourself cannot."
Casey wondered if this was a joke, some sick prank, as everyone knew the master was blind. He honestly wondered if he even 'saw' his protest.
"I don't need to physically see to see your doubt and fear of yourself."
Casey's eyes grew wide, and for a second, he wanted for the first time to scream in anger, sadness, a whole bunch of emotions.
He was silent.
So the master taught him, though in Casey's condition that it be private and secret.
When Master Swoop first praised him, he did show emotion. He cried tears of sadness and joy, the latter he seemed to have never felt before, let alone ever been praised.
Yet despite Casey's fast learning of the arts, there was still something he couldn't seem to master, his animal spirit.
Master Swoop said everyone, even him, had one. It just needed to be unleashed to become more.
Yet Casey couldn't do it, he sure tried though, as he didn't want to let the master down.
Sure, one could say, "Call to the beast inside.." yet one could do it mentally as well, which is what Casey been trying from the start.
"One doesn't master such skill in a day Casey."
Casey wasn't sure, but he sadly assumed Master Swoop meant the obvious, he needed to speak it too.
He was stubborn though, something he hadn't noticed till he started training, and continued at the dead of night, early of dawn, training alone when he could in secret as well.
This time hiding from Master Swoop.
No matter how much he secretly trained, it seemed to do nothing when it was time for Master Swoop's training.
He nearly lost all hope, nearly called it off, nearly was going to speak out and apologize to the old master for wasting his time on a pathetic weakling.
But then, one of the senior students thanked him for the towel after a sparring lesson, and not just any student.
The gold Jungle Fury ranger.
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