Made To Live, Love and Die.

A Zordon-centric One Shot

As requested via review.

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Zordon of Eltar, even with his many long years of existence, could still remember life before the war against Rita and her factions. Warm memories of his childhood. The apothecary his parents ran, his five siblings, the studious friend he grew up with who dreamt of building beautiful towers that touched the stars. He remembered his parent's faith and pride in him and all that he'd achieved; as a student, an apprentice, a young Sage and then a Champion.

He remembered the girl he'd become smitten with during his teenage years. He would often catch sight of her in town in the bakery wearing an ashy apron with soot smeared on her hands and cheeks from working in the smithy with her father. His friend often teased him and encouraged him to speak with her, but he was bashful and could never seem to muster up the words in her presence, her smouldering gaze leaving him speechless. It was six years after he'd first seen her that he managed to talk to her.

His time on his planet became rare, however, during the two thousand years spent at war with Rita. The battle kept him away and made him grow weary as it wore on. There were times when he considered stopping, tired of the war and of all the death that surrounded him, but he continued – for justice to those who had fallen and for the freedom of those to come.

He remembered the very moment Rita had trapped him in the time warp. Jolts of energy ran through his cells and static crackled around him. His surroundings blurred and darkened until suddenly he was floating in a vast nothingness. Through the energy tube, he built the command centre in the event of Rita rising, and quietly watched the Earth grow, adopting Alpha 5 and preparing Gosei.

It seemed that Earth suffered through war as many other planets did. He stayed away, knowing that the humans were unaware of him. There were some, however, who were more aware. Zordon wondered how they knew of him.

Shortly after his arrival on Earth, he was approached by a stern man with a powerful aura. The man named himself as Mao and claimed that he was simply curious of his presence, though Zordon could detect an underlying caution. Their meeting had been short with Mao leaving swiftly once he was satisfied with the information he had gathered and wishing him luck on his battle against Rita. There were some, not many, interactions like that.

Then there was the Princess, Shayla, and her protector, Merrick. She was a being of light, wiser than one might first assume, and he, fiercely loyal and devoted. She was polite and friendly, reminding him of his youngest sister, and she seemed only to want to get to know him. Merrick was quiet, standing beside her and contributing when prompted.

He found out too late that their kingdom had been suddenly attacked. Merrick lost and Shayla in an enchanted sleep on an island in the sky.

As years went by, Rita finally did end up escaping and he chose the Rangers. He cared for each like they were his own and became prouder with every trial they overcame. But when he received the opportunity to escape the time warp and return to his home, he could not refuse. He had spent thousands of years away and to have the possibility of going back in front of him made staying seem almost impossible. So while his heart ached to be separated from his children, he left Earth for Eltar.

And never had he been so heartbroken.

His home was a shadow of what it once was. It was like a crude replica created in the throes of rage. His childhood home and his parent's apothecary were trashed, the bakery and many other buildings in town were burnt, and he could find no one. Not his family, not his friend, not her. He fought with the rebellion but it wasn't long before Dark Spectre's forces captured him.

The energy tube he was kept in was slowly depleting him of his power and the heat of lava steadily rose in tandem. He didn't have long left, he knew that.

As his final moments approached him and he ordered Andros to kill him, he could only hope that he'd done enough and that wherever he went to rest, he would see familiar faces and be at peace.

A/N:

SAM: Welp hey guys! This Zordon-centric fic was requested by Jokermask18. If you're reading, I hope you are pleased; I tried to include the Beast and Org War but the timeline didn't match up for the Beast War so I included Mao instead and as for the Org War, I guess my headcannon for it was that it happened really suddenly and quickly and I couldn't figure out a believable way for Zordon to really be involved. I really hope you aren't disappointed and thank you very much for the request! Also, probably should have PM'd you saying that I was taking the request on... ^^" Oops, totally slipped my mind; my bad?

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