Chapter 4: Why she chose him

Rita started wandering around, examining it and visible amazed of everything she was watching. She was proud of him.

Tommy was confused. He looked daggers at her. Why did Zordon have to pass away and she's still here? Tommy thought while trying to recover from the shock.

"You did a good job here," she said happily.

"Thanks," he answered, adding "I guess so" under his breath.

"As far as I know, the kids are giving Mesogog such a headache." She laughed.

He laughed back nervously. "Yeah, they're having fun."

She nodded. "I believe you must be curious about some of the things which happened to you."

"Are you?" Tommy questioned curiously.

"Of couse I am. It's bugging me the reasons for some of your actions. It's the same with me, I don't understand why I'm not dead." She answered sincerely.

Would that be true? The Black Ranger wondered while pacing, staring at her, as if trying to convince himself what he was seeing wasn't an hallucination."Would you mind explaining them to me?"

"That's why I am here!" Rita couldn't believe what she just heard. Have all the spells he fell victim to caused brain damage?

They both fell into an uneasy silent, none of them knowing what to say next.

Where should I start? Tommy was thinking a list, putting all his questions in order of importance, trying to decide which was the best choice. "How're you?"

"Fine. Thanks," she answered. That's not the most important thing, Tommy.

"I see." Tommy answered, disappointed. "Then, why did you choose me?"

"I saw you fighting against Jason."

"Actually, the correct word is sparring."

"Anyway, your moves were faster and you beated Jason easily."

"Again, we had a draw."

"Ok, you win! I was too busy seeing you and awed at your skills that didn't pay too much attention what was going on at the match."

"You did?"

She nodded and smiled. "Well, at that moment, I thought you'd be perfect holding the Dragonzord Power."

"Ah, that makes sense."

"Why were you trying to fight my magik then?"

"I fought because you didn't respect my wishes."

"I have to admit I used my most powerful spell on you to force you not to fight against it."

"Why did you give me the Sword of Darkness?"

"To tell you the truth, its purpose was enduring and enhancing the spell."

"So, Zordon was right," the Black Ranger said, finally convinced.

"Huh?" Mystic Mother was confused.

"Zordon mentioned that possibility but I didn't believe it," he said ashamed with his hands in his head. "I would only believe it when you told me."

"I understand. How do you feel now?"

"I'm glad your plan was foiled."

"Are you?"

"Yup, I was happy when the Rangers forgave me and accepted me into the team."

"And did they mention it? Make you feel bad about what you did then?"

"No, they didn't!" He said and added proudly, "I learned fairly easy how to use the Power."

"That was my goal."

"What?! What're talking about?"

"I trained you." Tommy looked confused. "For example; on the beach, against the putties, before I gave you the Sword."

"I remember now."

"Or in the alley… in the battlefield… on my Dark Dimensional Prison…"

"Ok, ok, I got it! Don't remind me that ever again." He desperately wanted to change the subject.

But what he doesn't know is this conversation will bring him more pain than he never imagine.