In Silence
By Didi
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters involved and probably never will so please do not sue me. I am merely borrowing their likeness for my own enjoyment.
Summary: Reflections on destiny.
Acknowledgment: To the Girl in the Red Jacket, for inspiring me. Thank you for your wonderful writings and have me striving to write better.
Nighttime Thoughts
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Night. It is one of the few times in the day that I get to be on my own, with only my thoughts as my companion. The moon is out full tonight and in the silence I find peace. It is so rare these days for me to do that.
My days are occupied by school and Ranger business. But the nights are mine alone. There are those few occasions when I find myself with my friends battling evil by moonlight, but those are few in between. I lay here in the darkness and I breathe a sigh of relief that I have escaped certain death once more.
All my life, things have been so simple for me. I have loving parents, a beautiful home, friends that care, and a mind that has never failed me. Until the day Zordon chose me to be a Ranger, there was nothing more in my life but to make it through the next math pop quiz and to perhaps get into a good college.
All that has changed in the short months that we find ourselves thrown into a battle between good and evil. Between life and death. Between victory and total enslavement. Can it be that the fate of the world rest in the hands of five teenagers that have so little in common except an undeniable friendship and genuine love for life? It still amazes me that our destinies would lead us to this point in our lives.
I may not be the smartest like Billy, or the most popular like Kim, or the most likable like Zack, or even the strongest as Jason is. But some how the hand of destiny has thrown me into this wondrous adventure that I must succeed in, or die trying. For there is no in between here. There is victory, and there is defeat. It is war of the most brutal and extreme. We must succeed.
I sometimes wonder if the others stay up at night and ponder these thoughts. Do they have doubts as I do? Do they fear those risks that we take? Can we be the last hope for the freedom of earth from evil beings like Rita Repulsa?
Or perhaps I simply think too much?
But here in the silence of the night, there is nothing but my thoughts and myself. Perhaps tomorrow I will talk to the others. For now, I deserve much needed sleep. That Pudgy Pig thing has worn me out. Tomorrow is another day, and another thought of what is to come.
By Didi
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters involved and probably never will so please do not sue me. I am merely borrowing their likeness for my own enjoyment.
Summary: Reflections on destiny.
Acknowledgment: To the Girl in the Red Jacket, for inspiring me. Thank you for your wonderful writings and have me striving to write better.
Nighttime Thoughts
~~~~~~~~~~
Night. It is one of the few times in the day that I get to be on my own, with only my thoughts as my companion. The moon is out full tonight and in the silence I find peace. It is so rare these days for me to do that.
My days are occupied by school and Ranger business. But the nights are mine alone. There are those few occasions when I find myself with my friends battling evil by moonlight, but those are few in between. I lay here in the darkness and I breathe a sigh of relief that I have escaped certain death once more.
All my life, things have been so simple for me. I have loving parents, a beautiful home, friends that care, and a mind that has never failed me. Until the day Zordon chose me to be a Ranger, there was nothing more in my life but to make it through the next math pop quiz and to perhaps get into a good college.
All that has changed in the short months that we find ourselves thrown into a battle between good and evil. Between life and death. Between victory and total enslavement. Can it be that the fate of the world rest in the hands of five teenagers that have so little in common except an undeniable friendship and genuine love for life? It still amazes me that our destinies would lead us to this point in our lives.
I may not be the smartest like Billy, or the most popular like Kim, or the most likable like Zack, or even the strongest as Jason is. But some how the hand of destiny has thrown me into this wondrous adventure that I must succeed in, or die trying. For there is no in between here. There is victory, and there is defeat. It is war of the most brutal and extreme. We must succeed.
I sometimes wonder if the others stay up at night and ponder these thoughts. Do they have doubts as I do? Do they fear those risks that we take? Can we be the last hope for the freedom of earth from evil beings like Rita Repulsa?
Or perhaps I simply think too much?
But here in the silence of the night, there is nothing but my thoughts and myself. Perhaps tomorrow I will talk to the others. For now, I deserve much needed sleep. That Pudgy Pig thing has worn me out. Tomorrow is another day, and another thought of what is to come.
