Chapter 8
Warmth seeped onto her face, waking Dulcea out of her slumber. The light of the mid-morning sun momentarily blinded her, causing her to shield her eyes with her hand. She sat up, running a hand through her wind-blown locks that covered her face. She slowly stood up, wincing as she felt the tightness in her back. As she worked the kink out of her back, she noticed that Yoda and Mace Windu were already up, conversing softly by the small fire. She took a step towards them when a chill suddenly went down her back. She turned, a sense of foreboding running through her as she searched for Zordon.
Her eyes found him immediately, lying by the fire. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully, for a slight smile was on his face. Yet, his chest was unmoving. Dulcea rushed over to him, causing Yoda and Windu to look her way. She paid no heed to them, though, as she sank to her knees next to her old friend. Tears welled up in her eyes for the third time in the last twenty-four hours as she realized that he was dead. Wiping a lone tear off of her cheek, she slowly – ever so slowly – walked over to the others, her hand hung low.
“We are sorry,” Windy said quietly, touching her briefly on the shoulder. She looked up and gave him a shadow of a smile, seeing the pain that reflected in their own faces. They too had lost many that were dear to them that day.
“Thank you,” she whispered, glancing over to Zordon’s body. “It was his time, though. His journey in this land is over.”
They nodded silently, glancing over at his prone body once more. A tugging at Dulcea’s mind caused her to frown slightly and turn to the slowly extinguishing fire. She closed her eyes and reached into it, not feeling the heat of the flames. The spirits of the animal guides found her at once, information spilling from them. She searched painstakingly through them, looking for one in particular. Upon finding it the spirit animal screeched in misery, for her child was still in danger. Dulcea pulled her hands out of the fire and opened her eyes, sighing as she turned back to the Jedi.
“The danger is not over yet,” she sighed tiredly. “The crane still cries out for its childe, weeping for her lost soul.”
Yoda and Windu glanced at each other, troubled by this news. Each of them closed their eyes briefly, using the Force to feel for any trouble. Relief passed through both of them as they realized that the Darth Lord threat was gone for the time being.
“The Darth Lord is gone,” Windu said to her, watching as she nodded in acknowledgement. “With that goal accomplished, our time here must come to an end. We have many things back home that we have to take care of.”
“You must go then. I will take care of Zordon.”
Windu and Yoda turned around and started heading towards the ship. Suddenly, Yoda stopped and walked back over to Dulcea. Windu kept his pace, reaching the ship in just moments.
Yoda
hobbled back over to her, his eyes reflecting the wisdom he had collected over
the years. Dulcea
bent down, staring the creature in the eye.
“Much there is to be done, yet.
Not past is the danger. Much care
take in all matters.
May the Force be with you.”
Dulcea hugged the Jedi, closing her eyes as tears rolled
slowly down her cheeks. She pulled back
from him, giving him a watery smile.
“Thank you. I will be careful,
especially now. And may the power
protect you.”
Yoda
nodded and turned, hobbling slowly to his ship.
Dulcea watched as he entered his ship, the
door hissing as it closed behind him.
Slowly, the ship rose from the ground and, hovering momentarily, shot
off through the atmosphere and into space.
Dulcea watched until it disappeared completely
from site before turning back to Zordon.
She
shuffled over to her old friend, kneeling down next to him. She wiped her hand across his forehead, a sad
smile crossing her face. She leaned down
and gently kissed him on the forehead, a single tear landing on his face.
“Goodbye
old friend,” she whispered, picking him up slowly and carefully. “You will be missed.”
With
great care she placed his body into the pyre, placing a blanket over him. Tears streamed faster down her face as she
sprinkled dust onto the fire, causing the flames to shoot up in great
intensity. Dark clouds suddenly appeared
from nowhere, rumbles of thunder echoing through the sky. Giant drops of rain fell, though none touched
the sacred ground of the ruined temple.
Dulcea watched in grief as her friend and teammate was
engulfed by the flames, barely noticing the rain that now fell heavily around
the temple. It was as if the universe
itself was mourning the loss of such powerful and compassionate mage. And yet, even as Dulcea
mourned, a movement close by caught the corner of her eye. She turned slowly, but the movement was
gone. A slow, sad smile crossed her face
as she realized what she had seen; a slight movement of light as if reflecting
off a balding head, a slightly gold-tinted light. Though his body might be gone, Zordon would always be watching over his people.
Slowly
his body burned, though his memory would never be gone. His legacy was one that many would try to
live up to – the legacy of the mighty Zordon of Eltar.
*****
Memories
blurred together as if he was slowly waking up from a long, horrible dream.
What
is going on here? He wondered silently as he slowly stood up, knees
wobbling beneath him.>Who did this?
He
searched the area, looking for anything that would explain the disaster area
that had once been called a magnificent room.
A lump formed in his throat as he saw a body half hidden by pieces of
rock. Is it one of my team? Where we
in a battle here?
Pushing
away any thoughts of distrust he had, he rushed over to the body, pushing away
pieces of rock to uncover it. A boy,
maybe seventeen at the oldest, lay beneath the rock, his breathe shallow but
there.
A
sudden noise behind him caused him to turn in alarm, absently reaching for his morpher. He frowned
in confusion when his hand came up empty, puzzlement filling him as he realized
his morpher was not there. He pushed the thought away and searched for
the source of the noise. He found
himself staring directly into the face of a person he felt like he had not seen
for ages.
But that doesn’t make sense,
“What’s
going on Zhane?” he asked, surprised to find his
voice so hoarse. “Why are you
crying? Where is everyone? What happened here?”
“You
don’t remember?” Zhane whispered. “You don’t remember anything?”
He
shook his head, fear rising as Zhane did not respond
to his gesture.
“They’re
dead,
Silence
greeted his words as Zhane willed himself to look at
his long time friend.
“No,”
he whispered, not wanting to believe the words.
He had already lost one set of teammates – he could not believe that he
had lost another. “TJ? Cassie?
Carlos?”
“Ashley?” Even saying the name of the
girl who had betrayed him hurt.
He had really liked her – she had been his sun after a long and cold darkness. But she had betrayed him with another – even
so, he did not want them to be hurt, or worse, dead. They could not be dead.
“I’m
sorry,
Zhane took a deep breathe, remembering that day when his
world had shattered. He
slowly explained, his voice hushed.
“We were in the park – all of us, including the former rangers of
Earth. I wasn’t – I had been captured by
the villainess who called herself – “
“Kanara.”
Zhane looked at his friend in shock as
“Then
we attacked her, but we weren’t strong enough.
She killed more rangers, including those from my own team. She laughed as they were butchered, relishing
the moment. Then, she sent a spell over
us that remained – and I don’t remember anything after that.”
“Where
is she?”
“Zhane shrugged helplessly, bothered by the amount of venom
in his friends voice. “I don’t
know. She disappeared awhile ago. Then Rita came and we had to fight against
her and – “
His
sentence was suddenly interrupted as he heard a slight moan from behind
him. He jumped up and rushed over to the
source of the moan, not even noticing the look of surprise that
Kat
opened her eyes, wincing at the brightness of the light. She smiled as she saw Zhane’s
face above hers, watching her in concern.
“Hey.”
“Hey
yourself,” he said softly, a smile touching his lips. “Glad to see you awake.”
She
nodded, pushing herself up carefully.
“So am I.”
She
looked around, shock on her face as she glanced around the room. She had not noticed the damage to the room
during the battle and only now could she see the results of their fight. Suddenly, her body tensed as she searched for
the villains they had fought against.
Seeing none, she looked back to Zhane,
questions flitting through her eyes.
“Where
are they?” she asked, a slight panic rising in her voice. He smiled at her, smoothing her hair down
with his hand.
“They’re
gone,” he answered, pointing to the pile of ashes that lay in the center of the
room. “I don’t even know what happened
exactly. We were fighting when all of a
sudden a golden light covered them and they exploded into ashes. I think I was in shock for awhile but when
Kat’s
eyes widened as she finally noticed the man behind Zhane. She glanced at him for a moment before
turning back to look at Zhane. “Is he…?”
Zhane nodded. “He’s
one of us again.”
Kat
nodded, wincing as she felt everyone of her injuries
finally catching up to her. Zhane lightly caressed her face, concern written on his
features.
“What’s
going on?”
“Things
have changed,
“Yes,”
Zhane nodded, glancing over at Kat as she bit her lip
and averted his eyes. “At least she was
when we last saw her. She and Tommy left
awhile ago in search of Zordon. We haven’t heard from them since.”
Justin’s
moan jerked all of them back to the present, glancing over to the boy in alarm
and relief. Slowly, he stood up, wiping
dust off of his clothes and wincing as all of his muscles tightened. He looked around, frowning at the destruction
around them, searching frantically for their enemies.
“They’re
gone, Justin,” Zhane called, causing the young man to
relax in relief. Justin hobbled over to
them, pain flickering across his face as his right ankle throbbed as he
walked. He leaned heavily against the
wall when he reached them, his face anxious.
“Are
all of you alright?” he asked. Kat and Zhane nodded. Justin
sighed in relief and glanced towards the
“Rita
and her henchmen are gone, destroyed by a golden wave.
“Oh,”
was all Justin could say as Kat stood up with Zhane’s
help. The four walked towards the
Justin
gave a sigh of relief as his door opened, revealing no damage. The putties had not started with the rooms
yet – they had gone after people first.
In a matter of moments, the rangers had entered the
“Karone!”
“Did
you find Zordon?” Zhane
asked quietly as he walked forward, his arm still around Kat’s waist.
Karone glanced at them for minute, taking in the closeness
of her fellow rangers and the way they held each other. Her heart lurched painfully, but she pushed
the pain aside as she looked into Zhane’s eyes. “Yes.
We found him. He got away from
Dark Spectre.”
Zhane smiled faintly at her as Kat and Justin felt relief
run through them. Kat frowned as she
looked behind Karone, waiting for her one-time
boyfriend to emerge. “Where’s Tommy?”
Karone winced as she heard those words, looking away from
Kat. Kat felt her body grow cold as she
tore herself from Zhane’s grasp and put her hands on Karone’s shoulders. Karone looked at the blonde, tears glistened in her eyes.
“He’s
dead, Kat,” she whispered. “He died on
KO-35.”
Karone watched in morbid fascination as Kat’s face turned
almost white. She let go of Karone’s shoulders and leaned against the wall, tears
streaming down her face. Zhane reached over to comfort her, but she pushed him away.
“Where
is he?” Kat asked, steel behind her quiet voice. Karone pointed
wordlessly to the ship, watching as Kat ran into the Megaship.
Zhane started after her but was stopped when Karone grabbed his arm.
He turned towards her, opening his mouth to speak. She shook his head, shushing him quietly.
“You
love her, don’t you?” Karone whispered. He nodded, glancing away from her and staring
at the ship where Kat had run. “Then go
to her. But let her have a few moments by
herself.”
Zhane looked into Karone’s eyes
and saw the pain that she hid behind them.
He pulled her into a hug, both of them closing their eyes as they
silently said good-bye to what they once had.
As they pulled away, Zhane whispered, “Thank
you.”
With
that, he pulled away from her completely and followed Kat onto the ship. Karone watched him
go, tears sliding down her cheeks. She
turned to see Andros and Justin standing behind her,
Justin staring at the ship in shock, not wanting to believe that his teammate
was dead.
*****
Blood dripping down a wickedly curved knife; maniacal laughter
filling her as she gutted one that had once been a friend; calmly and
systematically wiping out an entire race just because she could; torturing
people just to see their pain.
Images
burst forth in her memory, causing waves of grief and guilt to weigh down on
her as she remembered everything that she had done over the last couple years. Though it was not really her – was it? Kanara was
everything that Kimberly Anne Harte was not – but
yet, it had been her. Sure, a part of
her always fought against the evil but it was never enough. Kanara had taken
pleasure in crushing every resistance possible, especially resistance from the
girl she used to be.
She
lay there, crying until tears would no longer flow. She lay against the cold floor, not even
caring what happened, only knowing that she was responsible for the death of so
many.
How will I live with this? How could I have done all those things?
The
smell of blood filled her nostrils causing her to open her eyes. There, kneeling over her,
was the man she had been fighting with just moments ago. He looked down at her in concern, as though
he did not care that she had been…torturing him moments earlier. He brushed his hand across her harm, frowning
at the deep gash. She froze at his
touch, her tear-streaked face turning to look at him.
“How
can you touch me?” she whispered, her voice broken. “How can you even look at me even after all
that I did?”
“The
evil – the mark of evil that has been a part of you ever since I met you – is
gone,” he said softly. “You are your own
self once again.”
“Kanara’s gone?” Kim asked with a raspy voice. “I am free of the evil?”
Obi-Wan
nodded, watching as emotions passed rapidly through her mind. He could see the guilt that lay deep within
her, carved so deeply it was etched in her bones. How could this girl be the same creature that
had found pleasure in causing others pain?
It was almost impossible to fathom, even though he had seen it himself.
“Let
me help you up,” he said, reaching over to gently pull her into a sitting
position. She allowed him to do so, not
having the strength to resist. As she
sat up, she slowly began to get her bearings back – and with that, came
another, familiar feeling.
“No,”
she whispered, her already pale face losing what color it had. He felt her panic began to grow as her
muscles tensed up beneath his hands.
“No, no, no, no, no!”
With
each repeat of the word, she shook her head weakly, trying to cry but her empty
tear ducts not allowing her. She slowly
looked into his eyes, shocked by the emotions she saw in his eyes.
“It’s
not over,” she said. “It will never be
over.”
“What
will never be over?” Obi-Wan asked, almost desperately as her panic grew even
more.
“She
will be coming back – the golden light merely smothered her for the time
being. But I can feel her. Even now, I can feel her power growing once
again.”
Suddenly,
she grabbed his arm, gripping it so tightly he almost yelped in pain. “You have to end it. Now. Here.
You can’t let her take over again.”
Obi-Wan
grabbed the hand that gripped his arm, slowly and carefully peeling it off his
arm and grasping it in his hand. “What
do I have to end? How can I end it?”
“Kill
me.”
Obi-Wan
stared at the girl, not knowing how to react to simple yet direct
statement. Kill her? She is not doing anything – killing her would
be murder. And yet, when he stared into
her eyes, he could not help but begin to relent. The sheer determination, as well as the pain
and pleading that filled her eyes, caused him to rethink his first though. Yet, he found himself shaking his head,
almost begging her not to ask.
“I
can’t,” he said, trying to explain. “If
I kill you, I would be killing an innocent.
You were being controlled by a force that you couldn’t overpower. It was not who you were – it was evil taking
advantage of the power it had. You are
an innocent. Killing you would be
murder.”
“You
don’t understand,” she pleaded, her voice desperate. “She will come back if you don’t kill
me. There is nothing in this universe
that can stop her from gaining power again.
I am not strong enough to control her – you’ve seen that. You’ve seen what she can do! You have to do this.”
He
looked away, not responding to her words.
She felt a piece of her heart break as she looked at the strong and
noble man. She had searched for a man
like him for years, ever since she had broken up with Tommy. And now that she had found him – it was too
late.
“I
can’t,” Obi-Wan explained quietly.
“Killing you, an innocent girl, is against everything I stand for. I am a peacemaker, doing everything that I
can to keep evil from overtaking the universe.
And though killing you might do so, it is going against the codes of the
Jedi. If I kill you, I bring myself
closer to the Dark Side. I let the evil
win – I will someone who does not deserve to die.”
Tears
once again filled her eyes as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “If you let me live, evil
will win anyway. I have not had
the strength to fight against her – she is too powerful, too strong. Her evil is much too great. If you don’t do this, you will let havoc fill
the universe. You will be responsible
for the deaths of many more that do not deserve to die.”
“I
beg you. Please, do not let me live as I
have for the last five years. Give me
the peace that I will never find.
Please.”
At
her final please, Obi-Wan felt his resolve begin to crack. Even now, he could feel the evil begin to
swarm back. Slowly, ever so slowly, Kanara would return.
It would take a few days, a week at the most, but she would be
back. He looked back up at her, staring
into her eyes.
“I
wish there was another way,” he whispered, reaching for his lightsaber. To his surprise, he could feel tears slowly
starting to run down his cheeks. She
reached a shaking hand towards him, brushing away the tears.
“If
this was a different time, a different place, there would be,” she said sadly,
silently cursing the fates for giving her the man she had wanted at a time when
she knew she had to die. “But wishing
won’t make the present change. This is
the only way.”
She
leaned forward and softly kissed him on the lips, lightly brushing his lips
with hers. He was surprised by the
sudden kiss but he did not pull away.
Instead, he realized that this was the way it had to be. A girl who could have done much for the good
of the universe had to die in order to save many from destruction. Sometimes, that’s the way life is.
She
pulled away from the kiss, watching helplessly as he stood up and ignited the lightsaber, their eyes locked the entire time. Seconds passed as they stood there when
suddenly, Obi-Wan silently prayed for forgiveness. He swung his lightsaber,
hitting Kim in the side. A pinkish white
light covered her and when it was gone, there lay nothing of her but the cloak
that she had worn, sliced in half.
Obi-Wan looked around for her, thinking it was a trick. But as he did, he felt a breeze on his
shoulder.
Thank you, A voice whispered, almost
caressing his ear. Peace filled him as
he left the room, knowing that Kanara was gone
forever. And yet, at the same time, he
could feel the Dark Side surrounding him, laughing at him. He, a Jedi, had willingly taken the life of
an innocent being. Yes, Kanara would have returned, but Kimberly was an innocent
girl, an innocent victim of the evil.
Things will never be the same. Obi-Wan thought, slowly sliding his lightsaber back into his belt. I will
never be the same. I do not deserve to
be called a Jedi Knight. Not now. Not after what I did. The Council will surely know what has come to
pass – there is a good chance that they will expel me from the Jedi Order.
I have failed; I have failed in my duty to
protect the innocent lives and now I fail the legacy of my master. I have let the Dark Side win this battle. Obi-Wan walked down the hall, his soul
burdened by the actions he had taken. He
would live with that knowledge for the rest of his life, however long it would
be. It would live with the knowledge
that he had let part of himself fall to the Dark Side, taking a life that may
not have been destined to be taken. It
was with those thoughts that he ran into Anakin.
Anakin
glanced up at his Master, astonished by the emotions that he saw playing across
Obi-Wan’s face.
He started to ask, but Obi-Wan simply shook his head and placed a hand
on Anakin’s shoulder.
“Let’s
go home.”