Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 23:38:31 GMT -5
(February 25th, night. Closed to Zedd and Rita.)
“No more Power Rangers, no more Power Rangers!”
The cry echoed through the lunar throne room, loud and triumphant. His minions danced in wild delight, and he soon joined them, holding a familiar silver-haired witch in his arms. At long last, he – no, they – had won!
The party didn’t last long. The moon began quaking with such a force that they were all sent tumbling to the ground. Someone was firing on them! Who dared to attack his stronghold? It didn’t matter – they needed to leave, fast. Whoever it was had rendered them powerless, defenseless, utterly helpless.
They ran, not caring where they went so long as it was far from the blasts. Blasts that got closer and closer with each renewed attack. Rita stopped abruptly, her face filled with concern, but he took hold of her arm and pulled her back on track. Enough had been lost today – his home, his victory, his pride. He couldn’t lose her too…
Lord Zedd closed his visor-hidden eyes with a frustrated sigh, allowing his thoughts to briefly cut off. It was rare that he remembered his dreams, but this one remained etched vividly in his conscious, even all these hours later. There was more to it than what he had been mulling over – though not much – but his attention was fixed firmly on the presence of a certain witch.
Rita had been in the dream, acting much in the same way she had when he first came here three days prior. He was dancing with her before the attack. Dancing.
Zedd opened his eyes and slowly rose from the chair he’d been sitting in, making his way to the nearby window. Though it was but a sliver on this night, the moon glowed brightly against the otherwise coal-black sky. The sight of it stirred an unexpected nostalgia within Zedd. A part of him wanted to be back there, where things made sense and his word was law.
A plane flew overhead, the noise similar to what he had heard in his dream. With a start, Zedd remembered something Rita had told him when he arrived: “…running from the Machine Empire when they took over our palace…”
No… it can’t be! She couldn’t have been telling the truth!
Could she?
“No more Power Rangers, no more Power Rangers!”
The cry echoed through the lunar throne room, loud and triumphant. His minions danced in wild delight, and he soon joined them, holding a familiar silver-haired witch in his arms. At long last, he – no, they – had won!
The party didn’t last long. The moon began quaking with such a force that they were all sent tumbling to the ground. Someone was firing on them! Who dared to attack his stronghold? It didn’t matter – they needed to leave, fast. Whoever it was had rendered them powerless, defenseless, utterly helpless.
They ran, not caring where they went so long as it was far from the blasts. Blasts that got closer and closer with each renewed attack. Rita stopped abruptly, her face filled with concern, but he took hold of her arm and pulled her back on track. Enough had been lost today – his home, his victory, his pride. He couldn’t lose her too…
Lord Zedd closed his visor-hidden eyes with a frustrated sigh, allowing his thoughts to briefly cut off. It was rare that he remembered his dreams, but this one remained etched vividly in his conscious, even all these hours later. There was more to it than what he had been mulling over – though not much – but his attention was fixed firmly on the presence of a certain witch.
Rita had been in the dream, acting much in the same way she had when he first came here three days prior. He was dancing with her before the attack. Dancing.
Zedd opened his eyes and slowly rose from the chair he’d been sitting in, making his way to the nearby window. Though it was but a sliver on this night, the moon glowed brightly against the otherwise coal-black sky. The sight of it stirred an unexpected nostalgia within Zedd. A part of him wanted to be back there, where things made sense and his word was law.
A plane flew overhead, the noise similar to what he had heard in his dream. With a start, Zedd remembered something Rita had told him when he arrived: “…running from the Machine Empire when they took over our palace…”
No… it can’t be! She couldn’t have been telling the truth!
Could she?