Epilogue
With sounds of life far below occasionally drifting up to him, Zac dropped his backpack, cleared a space on the ground and sat down on the comfiest rock he could see. It was quiet up here, save for the wind through the trees or the birds wheeling above, and right now quiet was what he needed. Settling into place, Zac looked out over the countryside. The peak of Mount Tibrogargan overlooked the entire Sunshine Coast, and from his vantage point he could see right across Caloundra to the water, and the sailboats drifting on the afternoon breeze. He hadn't had time to appreciate the view this morning, what with saving the world and all, but now spent a few minutes running his gaze down over the landscape, taking in everything he could see.
Reaching for his backpack, Zac pulled free his history textbook, pencil case and workbook. Checking his communicator to make sure he still had a way home, the Black Ranger opened his books and, while keeping a watchful eye out over the city, began reading. Halfway through a chapter, the faintest of noises started to reach his ears, and Zac looked up and around in surprise. But once he'd identified the familiar noise, Zac smiled to himself and went back to his book, accompanied now by the sound of peaceful, rhythmic snoring carried up to him on the wind.
The End.