Ranger No 3

He had lost his groove. He couldn't find it. Where had it gone? Rage at his own stupidity began to build. He had searched high and low. North and south. Still he couldn't find it. Had he lost it somewhere along the way? If so, where?

He looked around the room. The others were doing much better than he had thought. Turning his head, he looked back to the door he had walked in through not long ago.

Too late to back out now, he thought as he went through the routine once more, only to be thrown off track. Anger began to build again. Relax, he told himself. If he didn't relax he would never be able to perform the whole dance. How could he relax, when he had just experienced the end of someone so special to him?

Yes, the wave had touched his heart. More precisely, it had broken that happy-go-lucky person, in many ways that he found unimaginable. It had shattered his faith in life. Once he had met a man who turned his world upside down in the blink of an eye. He still remembered that day as if it was yesterday.

He and his friends found themselves in unfamiliar surroundings. There was a robot, who introduced himself as Alpha V. Then came the biggest shock of them all, a man trapped in a giant tube, known as Zordon of Eltar.

He did find the situation funny at first, but not when he and the others ran into the army of clay creatures and a monster. He had proudly called upon the power of the Black Ranger, as proudly as he was given the Powers to begin with.

The sealing of his fate on this day forever changed him.

But that was not the person he turned out to be. Along the way he fell in love, she was cute, yet tiny; smart, yet sharp. He shook his head, at the thought of a valley girl and a groove man. He didn't realize when and how his feelings had changed. More importantly, why had they changed?

How could a pretty brown-haired girl wrap him around her little finger without knowing it? All of a sudden his heart felt heavy, and his mood went foul.

How many days had he spent wishing, hoping she would fall out of love with her boyfriend and come to him. Now he could have a good laugh at his own expense. He had been young, innocent and full of life's promises.

Including a promise he had made way back when, to become the best dancer the world had ever seen. He still wanted to go through with it. It was more of a vow he had made to his father, who was taken away from him, without a goodbye, without a last contact. Just thinking of him brought tears to his eyes.

How could he leave, just how could he? He promised to be here when I got the scholarship for dance school. So why wasn't he here now? It was all because of the new generation of Rangers. They hadn't taken their duty seriously. It was all a lie.

"Hey, man, you're up next!"

"Sure," he replied. Walking to the center of the stage, he saw her, and his other friends. At least he knew his father was there in spirit. Before the song began, he knew that he would complete the vow which he had made, just for him.

He had won; still the glory of winning meant so little. He had left every one of his friends back at his place. Coming to the desert was a hard decision, but it was one he had to make. Going through the ruins of the Command Center, he found that place which now stood empty.

Tears again blinded him as memories flooded back; he closed his eyes for a few minutes to gather his own feelings and emotions. God, his heart was so heavy, from the loss and the memories shared, now buried. This time they were forever buried, never to be opened again.

"So, in other words you can't get rid of us."

He could hear his own words echo in the night, looking up he saw the stars scattered like diamonds on black velvet.

"Why?" he shouted, "Why did you have to go?"

There was no answer. He placed the winning medal on the broken tube. A gesture of respect, and of goodbye.

"This is for you, Zordon."

Zachary Taylor had just fulfilled the promise he had made to Zordon. And he stood in the desert till sunrise. Where their memories sang an endless song of laughter, of tears and of defeat.

More, it sang a song for a father taken from his children.

Ok so I cried as I wrote the end part of this.

Did you? Do tell.