Ranger: Zordon of Eltar
Chapter 2
Lonely Father
"Good morning, Rita."
"Hey, Zordon," Rita replied. She was dressed in a schooling outfit similar to Zordon, but where his was green, hers was black. Instead of trousers, she wore a pleated white skirt with a black stripe along the bottom, which went down mid-thigh. Her fingers and wrists were adorned with rings and bangles of various jewels and stones. Her hair, which was a striking white, was tied up into a messy bun in the back of her head, with the exception of two black locks of hair which hung down framing her face. Her dark almond eyes lit up when she saw Zordon. "Well, let's go, or we'll be late for the train."
Alpha stood at the door as he usually did and waved goodbye as Zordon and Rita left the house.
House was probably not the best word to describe the Zordon household. It was more castle than house. It sat on a large estate owned by the Zordon family for thousands of years. The castle, made from white marble, sat on a green lawn with extensive gardens, fountains, and statues of the Zordon ancestry.
Zordon and Rita walked a short distance down a private driveway to the main road. Floating autos zoom by on the road as the two schoolmates walk towards the trainstation.
"Rita, have you heard from your father?"
"No, actually," Rita said, "It's been at least a couple weeks. Are you worried or something?"
"No," Zordon lied
"Oh, come on," Rita chided, "our fathers are fine, they are some of the most well respected men in the M51 galaxy." That was certainly true. Rita's father, Avernus Vile, was the Prime Minister of Eltar—one of the most powerful and richest men on planet. Zordon's father, Vitrius Zordon, was a well respected senator. While bother their parents had followers, they also had enemies.
"Yeah," Zordon sighed, "You're right."
"Besides, you really should be worried about today's crystal-chemistry test."
Zordon hit his hand to his face and huffed. "The test! I completely forgot!"
"Well, maybe this once, I'll get a better marks than you," Rita snickered playfully as she entered the train.
Deep down, Zordon really wasn't worried. He was a naturally gifted student in science. As a matter of fact, he was considered to be one of the most intelligent students at the Eltarian Academy of Education. However, he wasn't as well gifted in Magic. Magic was an ancient art that was rarely ever taught in schools on Eltar because, over time, technology had slowly melded with magic. Not many people alive even knew much about Magic anymore. It was almost forgotten—on Eltar anyway.
Where Zordon lacked in Magic, Rita was quite gifted. It was a shame since Magicking was almost considered an elective subject in school. Still Rita loved Magic, she sometimes spoke about how her ancestors used to be some of the most powerful sorcerers in the universe.
"How do the sub-generate electrons transfer to vitreous crystals?" Zordon asked trying to sound like he needed help. He of course knew the answer--that was from the first day of beginning crystal-chemistry. Zordon just liked to make Rita feel more confident before tests.
"Um… I think it's… Sub-thermal osmosis," Rita said.
Wrong, thought Zordon, it's covalent bonding.
"Let's check the book," smiled Zordon.
Darkness…
Two eyes…
Red eyes…
Soon...
I will be released…
I will find my host…
I will conquer…
I will destroy…
"This is ludicrous. We can't keep invading—"
"Occupying," cut in a small furry being from Planet Vrenum.
Senator Zordon withheld an audible scoff. He had been on the planet Phaedos for the Inter Galactic Republic(IGR) Conference for months, and it seemed as though he had gone in circles again and again. The IGR, which was made of officials from 25 of the habitable planets in the M51 Galaxy, was built to maintain peace. For centuries the IGR was successful, but in the recent years, armies were built, and violence began to spread throughout the planets. Senator Zordon, however, knew evil was coming he could feel it. He had seen it in his dreams. He saw the Dark Ghost.
"Whatever you may call it, while we are pettily fighting, there is evil brewing in the distance."
"Are you going to amuse us with your stories of the Dark Ghost?" said another rather wrinkly old man. He coughed a laugh out. "Those prophecies were told centuries ago, by old religious zealots. Now, may we get on with other business of the crystal mines on K23?"
"Here, here!" yelled several men.
Dejected,Vitrius walked back to his seat in small arena built for the IGR. There in the seat next to him was Avernus Vile, and AlphaVI, his trusted robot. Vitrius tossed his deep green velvet robes as he sat in his chair.
"Don't worry, old friend," said Avernus, "I believe you. The Dark Ghost surely does exist, but there's no real threat right now, neh?"
"I suppose you're right, Avernus," said Vitrus, "Still… I'm afraid it will be too late when the time comes."