TOMMY
I head into the woods, sure that at least one of them is going to follow me. Pleasantly surprised that they didn't, I take a minute to get my bearings. When I was up in the turret, I saw a rocky outcropping that I want to get to. Fortunately, I remember many of the landmarks that I'd noticed and it's not too long before I get there. I start to climb, watching carefully for weak spots in the rock. The rock is weathered enough that I can find hand and footholds, but not so much that it crumbles under my grip and weight. That combined with the slight slope makes this a relatively easy climb and I reach the top in less than an hour.
I find a place to sit that offers the view I want and make myself comfortable. I think over all that Dulcea said. Why is it so hard to forgive myself? Nobody's perfect and - in spite of my imperfection - I've been chosen by multiple sets of powers. Powers don't bond to someone if they aren't worthy of them. At least that's what Zordon always insisted.
Could it really be as simple as Dulcea made it sound? I feel a small flicker of hope as I consider all that she said. I barely notice when the falcon like bird lands on the rocks near me, but somehow, it feels right for him to be here with me for this.
