DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Power Rangers. I do, however, own the characters of Mor, Adona, and Zuna.

Day 3

"Get up, Rocky! Up! Up!" Mor yelled as he shook him and Rocky awoke with quite a start, confused about where he was and who was waking him up. He felt like he had just laid down, so why was he being woken up. "We must go, Adona has packed us a meal."

"But, what's going on?" Rocky asked as he sat up and Mor pulled him to his feet.

"No time now. We must go. Now hurry," Mor said, urgently, as he leaped to the floor and Rocky followed him, still slightly groggy and more than a little bit confused.

"Here. Be careful Mor and tell Aunt Zuna I said hello. I'll be up to visit her as soon as I get the chance," Adona said as she gave him a hug and she then turned to Rocky. "Good luck and put this on, so you will not stand out so much."

"Thank you," Rocky said slipping on the tan shirt over his bright blue one, which he was certain would stand out a great deal here.

"Now go, you haven't any time to waste," Adona said pushing Rocky out the back door which Mor had already exited.

"It's still day," Rocky remarked as he looked over at Mor. He had known something was wrong, but he hadn't thought it was this bad. What could possibly be going on that would make them leave while it was still daylight? "What's wrong?"

"I'll tell you once we are out of town, you must trust me that we have to leave. Listen if I tell you to morph, do as I say, it may be the only thing to save us from a brutal death," Mor said, urgently, as they rounded the corner into the deserted square. From this point on they walked forward in silence, as a door would swing open every now and then causing Rocky to look around and Mor to quicken the pace they were traveling at. "Not much further."

"Okay, what has happened?" Rocky asked, as soon as they were a safe distance away from the town and he had heard Mor let out a sigh of relief.

"We were seen in the town that we passed through last night. They recognized you as the foretold warrior and they want to get to you before you make it to the princess, who is really Aisha, but our old stories like it to sound like a fairytale, so they assume, correctly, that we are heading to Ninca. A messenger ran to warn Adona, he's going to tell that we never made it here and that we must have taken the road to the south, which will take them out of our way for several days. With good patience we'll make it to the third resting point well before morning," Mor said as Rocky nodded his head.

"What's this story that you keep talking about?" Rocky asked as Mor looked at him thoughtfully, thinking of what needed to be said. He did not want to scare Rocky, but the reality of what was ahead was not pleasant for anyone who had to deal with it.

"Really it's an old legend, but it has been passed down through the ages. It states that a foreign, light-skinned, warrior shall come and release the peaceful tribes from our counterparts. There is not much more than that to be told," Mor said as Rocky nodded, then looked out at the grasslands around him.

"Are we in great danger?" Rocky asked, as Mor nodded his head yes and Rocky just shook his own head. He had thought that he would be in far less danger by being here than in Angel Grove, but he seemed to have been wrong in that assumption.

"If we are found before reaching Aisha, I am sure we will both be killed. Even as a native I am expected to not help with this, I am from a quarrelling tribe or so they think. They do not choose to remember my mother or Aisha. That is our greatest asset, our knowledge. As soon as we come to a covered grove, we shall eat. The journey this afternoon shall be particularly rough and we will need proper nurishment to get through it," Mor said as Rocky just nodded. He was used to death threats from funny looking monsters, but this was very different for him. He had never had a human after him before and it felt quite different.

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"Aisha, dear, are you feeling well?" Zuna asked, as Aisha shook her head no.

"Something is wrong, Mama. The journey has been blotched and Mor has had to change his plans," Aisha said as Zuna nodded. "Why can't we go meet them? Why can't we help them with this?"

"They have to make this journey on their own, my dear. There is nothing we can do to help them with their journey," Zuna said as Aisha walked to the door and looked down the busy street, but only saw strange faces. Everyone here seemed strange expect her mother, family, and Rocky, who she knew was on the way.

"How much longer?" Aisha asked, as Zuna shrugged her shoulders. She could not be sure, no one could, but she knew that he would have to be here within the next two days or everything would be ruined. He wouldn't be able to save her from her fate. "He's in my daytime thoughts now. There's no escaping it."

"I know, but do you truly wish him to disappear?" Zuna asked, as Aisha shook her head no and quickly wiped her eyes to try to stop the frustrated tears that were flowing. "Well, then allow yourself to think. You may remember things that you have never thought possible."

"Why do I keep remembering other names? For a long time it was only him, now I am remembering the names Adam and Kimberly and there's others there too, I just can't quite get to them, but they're there," Aisha said, as her mother nodded.

"You just are finding more from him. He's letting you find these people that surely had to be your friends when you were there," Zuna said as Aisha smiled.

"He's happy, about something. I just know it," Aisha said as Zuna smiled as well. "Please let Mor hurry."

"I am sure that he is," Zuna said as Aisha went to the stove and began preparing lunch.

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"Beautiful grove," Rocky said as they sat down and Mor opened the sheet to reveal the meal that Adona had prepared for them.

"Yes it is, however, we cannot stay long. We must be on our way after we eat. It is an unnecessary risk for us to remain here any longer than it takes for us to eat. We don't need for anyone else to figure out who you are," Mor said as Rocky took his portion of the food and placed it in front of him.

"How long has it been since you've seen your sister?" Rocky asked, as Mor swallowed his mouthful.

"Ten years. You?" Mor asked as Rocky, guiltily, looked down at his hands. He felt as if he had barely had time to truly miss Aisha at that response, but he was going to be honest about how long it had been since he had seen her last.

"Two years," Rocky said as Mor only smiled.

"Well, I'm sure that your two are well worth my ten. Where do you truly come from? You only said America," Mor said, as they had had no chance to really find out information about each other.

"Angel Grove, California," Rocky said as Mor nodded his head.

"It must be wonderful there," Mor said as Rocky shrugged. Mor did not have to deal with being a ranger, which was something that made all the realities of life so much more real at a very young age.

"It's good, but I wake up every day knowing that I could die. It's only one mishap away and no matter what the fear never goes away. I've been doing this for three years and it still has not vanished or even lessened in any way," Rocky said as Mor now studied him harder.

Rocky's exterior must have been stronger than he thought, then he saw the scar on his forehead and another on his neck and as he continued to look he discovered a very battle scarred man sitting in front of him. If you were not looking for it, you would not see it, but that was the great camouflage of a true ranger. Their scars blended in and their bruises faded fast, to protect their identities from everyone else in the world.

"Have any of yours died?" Mor asked, as Rocky shook his head no.

"Thankfully we are all fine. Tommy's come the closest, he's our leader and takes it all very personally. He has many more scars than the rest of us, but he carries it all with a sense of pride," Rocky said, as Mor just nodded his head then packed up their late lunch.

"We must begin again," Mor said as Rocky nodded and then stood up. "You are far faster in uniform, but we cannot chance anyone seeing you in it. Once night falls you can morph again and we will make better time."

"Okay," Rocky said as he heard his communicator beep and then looked own at it while Mor looked around to see what had caused the odd noise. "Go ahead."

"Rocky, something weird is going on. Hurry if you can, we need you back here," Kim's voice rang, as Rocky was now shocked.

"Tommy?" Rocky asked, as that was the only person that he suspected would be hurt that would cause Kim to call him.

"No, Billy. Get her and get back here, we're really in trouble. We're going to need your help soon. I don't know how much longer we can hold them off without you here," Kim said as Rocky just stared. What in the world could have happened to Billy?

"It'll probably be days Kim, but I'll come as soon as I can," Rocky said, as he looked to his left, then his right, then turned around to see Mor stopped dead in his tracks several feet behind him. "Come on."

"Who was that?" Mor asked, as Rocky smiled.

"Kimberly, she's a former Power Ranger herself," Rocky said as Mor nodded his head as they came to a new town.

"We'll go straight through," Mor said, as Rocky nodded and then followed Mor as they edged their way through the crowd. After an hour, they broke out from the other side and Rocky could see a grand city in the distance.

"What's that?" Rocky asked, as he pointed to the far off city.

"That is where we are headed, but there is a city that we shall stay at the rest of tonight and tomorrow. Our travels are best done at night, when we can make the best time and have the least risk," Mor said as Rocky only nodded. He was still worried about what was going on back home. "Who is the one in trouble?"

"Billy, a former ranger and our equipment manager," Rocky said as he felt a mighty surge of power and knew that the others had morphed. "I don't know how she found me. Zordon made it seem like they wouldn't be able to unless I contacted them first."

"That is not for you to worry about. We shall be there in an hour of fast walking and no talking," Mor said as they quickened their pace considerably and Rocky let his thoughts drift. Their day had been unconventional, but they were close to the next safe haven and he now had Aisha's city in his sights.

AN: I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter, let me know what you think of it the good and the bad. Toodles!