Closing Statement
I would just like to give a little conclusion to this project.
A few words on what it meant to me.
And what did this Power Ranger trilogy mean to me?
Well I said in the beginning that this was how I saw the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.
That this was my vision of that universe.
Well, I have come to believe that what I ended up writing was something else entirely.
More like that universe in it's darkest format.
Even as I wrote this, chills ran down my spine.
Some of the scenes are simply horrific.
Other times they are epic, in a war hero feeling.
But mostly a frightening interpretation of my favorite television show when I was a kid.
Now I watch the old show and see it almost as a comedy.
But when I was a kid.
My imagination completely took me into each episode.
And I remember the show as a legend, and as an extremely epic tale.
Now I know different.
I never even dreamed that actors dressed up in costumes and suits to play Zords or Monsters.
I accepted it all for reality.
In a way this fan-fiction helped me bring back that very experience.
That very legend-type vision.
Once again I was with my rangers in the most challenging of times.
But this time it was aimed at the life that I see now.
The world that I see before my eyes and what It influences me to write and think.
If I were to write a fan-fiction as a kid, it would be very different.
It would show how I perceived everything that surrounded me.
And so I did that with this, but I am not that kid anymore.
Now I am sixteen years old.
And I see the world very differently.
I see a dangerous place.
A place where there is no good and evil.
No black and white.
Everything is grey.
Everything has a little of both.
Good mixed with bad.
It's all the same now.
Back then Zedd was evil and Zordon was good.
Simple.
But now.
Zedd was a hero, a great man, turned into a tyrant.
Power corrupts.
Zordon is a brainwashed soldier, almost Nazi-style.
He thinks that there is an empire to rebuild.
In a way he is more evil than Zedd.
Because Zordon never believed in the "values", he only followed them, and not even at some times.
He sentenced the rangers to a dammed life.
Zordon was a monster just the same as Zedd.
But he had cause.
Just a man wanting vengeance.
The characters are always at war, so their emotions are always heightened.
Another thing I wanted to convey is that: people react to trauma differently, but they always react.
All the rangers had specific reactions to what had become of them.
The characters and the world change very much from start to finish.
Billy went from a tortured young soul to a man in love.
Zack from a man consumed in vengeance to a compassionate hero.
Trini was an angry immature girl, and became a woman that had seen every shade of humanity, which eventually changed her into the most grownup ranger in the end, but a deeply dressed one who actually takes her own life.
Kimberly represents innocence, she is a little girl caught up in her own world in the beginning.
She reacts in a very human way.
First she acts in fear of what she witnessed in war and becomes obsessed with her duties.
Then she travels down a self destructive path because she realizes she can never accomplish her unrealistic goals.
She never gets the chance to make her final transformation.
I am very curious to see what would have happened to her character if she didn't die at the end of Volume Two.
I wonder how things would have played out if she had fought along side the other rangers in the events of Volume Three.
Maybe I'll write an alternate ending someday.
Another subject I would like to address is my path.
As I embarked on the journey of writing this fiction I changed.
The story was never exactly clear to me in the start, but I had a decent idea.
And as I wrote, something happened.
I started to experience the story, as if I was there.
I originally wrote the story pretty controlled.
I mean I was in a mild state of being; no spikes in my own personal emotion levels.
But as the story kept pouring out of my mind, the music got louder.
And my heart began to race.
Well into Volume Two was about the time I was on the edge of my seat blasting inspirational music.
By Volume Three I was so far out of reality.
I was reciting lines and screaming, In a way I was fighting that fight along side my brothers.
Sweating and crying, I felt as they did.
It was quite an experience.
Something I never intended on happening.
But the reason I even wrote the damn thing in the first place.
I am truly grateful I could live this tale.
And at the same time, I am sorry.
Sorry that this is my first written work.
That besides the dreaded essay in class or on tests, I never write, ever.
So that is why I am so sad.
That I know you did not have what I had.
Maybe your experience was great too.
But due to my lack of skills in the art of writing, this story is extremely incomplete.
Although it is very best I can do.
And with that said I would like to tell you.
My readers.
That this was a very meaningful project to me.
And I hope you walk out of it with a piece of my experience.
However small it may be.
The slightest connection is enough for me to feel as if I have wrote something for more than just myself.
Thank you for indulging into my mind.
Thank you for giving it a chance.
And for anyone who enjoyed it.
You're welcome.