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Nants ingonyama

Bagithi baba

Sith uhhmm

Ingonyama

Ingonyama

The sun started to rise above the horizon, its rays shining bright to light up a new day for the forest and plains and its inhabitants.

Nants ingonyama

Among the creatures and zords and rangers and people stirring up, a triceratops zord was one of the first. It gracefully strode to the top of a nearby hill and looked up to the sky.

Nants ingonyama

Elsewhere, the villagers of a nearby town also arose and looked up to the sky and the sun.

Bagithi baba

Some way away, on a large platform rock, just at the edge of the forest, a universal princess and a fellow sibling look to the sky and took notice of the morning sky and sun.

Ingonyama

Not too far away, a deer zord climbs up a hill to survey the surrounding scene before him. Altogether, both people and rangers and animals were on the move, all heading towards the dark forest, heading towards the same destination.

Sithi uhhmm

Ingonyama

Siyo nqoba

Ingonyama inengw' enambala

Ingonyama inengw' enambala

Ingonyama inengw' enambala

Ingonyama inengw' enambala

Above the forest, great flocks of birds flew in the same direction, with the same purpose as those below.

Ingonyama inengw' enamabala

Se-to-kwa ingonyama inengw' enambala Asana

Ingonyama inengw' enamabala se-to-kwa

Ingonyama inengw' enamabala

Great's herds of deer pranced through the lush undergrowth. Fawns, does and bucks all leaped swiftly between the trees almost effortlessly.

From the day we arrive on the planet

Along with them, a universal and her foal stepped into the sun, looked at the herds travelling bellow them, then galloped down the hill after them.

And, blinking, step into the sun

Ingonyama inengw' enamabala

There's more to see then can ever been seen

As the mother and daughter caught up with them, they soon fell into stride along with the people riding animals and rangers with there zords and the wild animals next to them.

More to do then can ever be done

Some of the creatures in the large mass chose to forego to movement and instead hitch a ride on others. Some birds decided to take advantage of the size and stability of some creatures, landing on the backs and horns of dragons as they flew along.

There's far too much to take in here

More to find then can be found

Other creatures were not as fortunate as their relaxed counterparts. One bird found himself running in terror as he tried to keep up with the others while also avoid the footsteps of large, dinosaur zords.

But the sun rolling high

People and animals swam across a river, all in the name of fulfilling their journey.

Through the sapphire sky

Keeps great and small on the endless round

As the creatures left the water, dripping wet, they still continued. Finally, at last they reached their destination: a huge rock at the edge of the forest. Ranger Rock. Where the Ranger King and Queen live there. Every generation of kings, queens, princes and princesses had lived there and ruled from there.

It's the circle of life

The large group of people, rangers and animals assembled at the base all around Ranger Rock. Meanwhile, a small robot Alpha 5 climbed up towards the top of the rock, towards the Ranger King himself. King JJ.

And it moves us all

Alpha 5 bowed down to JJ, who in turn, bowed his head at the Robot and smiled.

Through despair and hope

Through faith and love

In the crowd, an old man like dinosaur walked through the herds of animals and people, leading them apart with his stick.

Till we find our place

Rangers and Zords bowed down to him as he made his way towards the platform. JJ smiled as he saw him approaching.

On the path unwinding

With little difficulty, he climbed up towards the top. It was none other than Keeper, one of the most important men and mentors throughout the entire land. He came closer to embrace JJ with a welcoming, friendly hug.

In the circle the circle of life

They both look towards JJ's queen, Windigo daughter of the former King and Queen of the Universals and named for the wind she was born in. She smiled as his majesty came closer and they exchanged a warm greeting before she revealed the bundle in her arms of their baby girl who she nudges loving. JJ and Windigo both looked down on her with pride.

The baby seemed to smile back before taking notice of Keeper. He took notice of her too and smiled back. He then took out his stick and rattled the dino bones and Baobab fruit tied around it in front of her. She giggled and tried to reach out and grab the dino bones flying above her head put up her little hands to touch it.

Finally, he took it away and cracked open some fruit to revealing a red juice inside of it. Taking two of his fingers, he stuck them in the liquid, then spread it across her forehead, drawing the symbol of royalty and good fortune on them. He then took grabbed a handful of sand and sprinkled it above the juice causing her to sneeze as some tickled her little nose.

Windigo and JJ softly laughed and put their heads together, looking down on their newborn daughter as Tommy and his mate Katie come over to watch with pride as does Haunted with her new foal Robert. Keeper picked her up and smile at them before walking out onto the rock platform where the animals and people were waiting below, eager to catch a glimpse of their future ruler. They stared to look up at Keeper as he approaches the edge, breaths baited. He then suddenly stretched his arms out, raising her to the sky displaying her to the crowd.

With a warm, loud voice, he announced, "Citizens, Zords, I present to you your new princesses, Zara Tomi Oliver High! Named in honor of the late Zordon!

It's the circle of life

The crowd below burst into cheering. Animals brayed and whinnied in delight. People yelled and danced around. Wolves howled, horses neighed, even dragons roared and spewed out fire to the sky in delight! The zords roared in delight as the rangers cheered in pure joy.

And it moves us all

Through despair and hope

Through faith and love

Above in the heavens, the sky parted. Clouds moved just so that a ray of golden sunshine shone down on Zara. Seeing this phenomena unfold, the citizens of the land, the people and animals and rangers and zords bowed to the future Ranger Queen.

Till we find our place

On the path unwinding

In the circle

JJ, Windigo, Tommy, Katie, Haunted and Robert came up to the edge near Keeper and the princess and smiled down upon the crowd. Every animal and person, ranger and zord in the land had accepted their new Ranger Princess and that was all they could ever wish for them.

The circle of life

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A little cygnet happily swam across the calm lake, paddling through the water without a care. Suddenly, a hand scooped it up, lifting it high. The tiny bird trembled as it found itself staring into the cold, unforgiving eyes of Duchess.

"Life’s not fair," she sneered, tilting her head as she examined the frightened creature. "You see, I will never marry into the Oliver family... and you? You will never see your family again." A cruel chuckle escaped her lips as the cygnet shivered in fear.

A rustling in the reeds made her tense. Turning sharply, she saw Alpha 5 stepping out from the bushes, his stance firm, his gaze unwavering.

"I am here to announce that King Tommy is on his way," Alpha 5 declared, his voice tinged with authority. "So you'd better have a good excuse for being here."

The cygnet seized its chance. With a desperate wriggle, it slipped free from Duchess’s grasp and tumbled back into the water, paddling away as fast as its tiny wings allowed.

Duchess watched its retreat with a blank expression before letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, look, Alpha. You made me lose my cygnet," she said, her voice dripping with false sorrow.

Alpha 5 scoffed, crossing his arms. "Ha! You’re going to lose more than that when the King gets here. He’s madder than a Zord without its chew toy."

"Oh, I shiver in fear," Duchess sneered, her glare locking onto Alpha as she stepped closer, her movements slow and menacing.

"Now, Duchess… back up, please," Alpha pleaded, his voice laced with nervousness.

She tilted her head, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "You know I hate robots."

Without warning, she lunged at him, gripping a rock tightly in her hand.

"HELP!" Alpha yelped, his arms flailing as Duchess pinned him down.

A sharp rustling in the reeds made her freeze.

"Duchess. Drop the rock," came a commanding voice.

She turned to see Tommy stepping into view, his gaze locked on her, unwavering and stern.

Duchess huffed, rolling her eyes dramatically before letting the rock slip from her fingers.

Alpha exhaled in pure relief. "Oh, thank the Morphing Grid…"

Duchess dusted off her dress, her expression unreadable as she slowly turned back to face Tommy. "Oh, please," she drawled, feigning innocence. "I was merely admiring the view. A little bird-watching, if you will." She cast a fleeting glance at the lake, where the cygnet had disappeared into the reeds.

Tommy didn’t budge. His piercing gaze stayed locked on her, his patience wearing thin. "Don’t play games with me, Duchess. You were watching my granddaughter's presentation to the kingdoms. That isn’t a coincidence." His voice was calm, but there was an underlying warning to it.

Duchess’s smirk twitched at the mention of the child. "Well, I must say, the little princess does have a certain… charm." Her fingers trailed lazily over her wrist as if she were deep in thought. "A shame, really. Such fragile things, children."

Tommy’s jaw clenched. "Watch what you say," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "You were banished, Duchess. If Ever After, Apple, or any of your former classmates find out you were lurking around today, they won’t just be unhappy. They'll hunt you down."

Duchess tilted her head, amusement flickering in her sharp eyes. "Oh, Tommy, you always did know how to make things sound so dramatic." Then, her expression hardened, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But if you think banishment will keep me away forever, then you really don’t know me at all."

Tommy’s hand instinctively hovered near the hilt of his sword. "If you ever try anything against my family again, Duchess, I will make sure you never get the chance to slither out of the shadows again."

Duchess paused mid-step, her sharp eyes glinting with something between irritation and amusement. Slowly, she turned back toward Tommy, arms crossed.

"Well, she would be my daughter if your son, JJ, had married me instead of that dumb universal," she sneered, venom dripping from her words. "But nooo, he chose her over me. And now look at him—tied down with a hairball of his own."

Tommy's fists clenched at his sides, but his voice remained firm, steady. "That hairball is my granddaughter," he snapped, eyes narrowing. "And let’s get one thing straight, Duchess—JJ never loved you. You never wanted him. You only wanted the power that comes with being a Ranger and a prince."

Duchess let out a laugh, though it held no real humor. "Power?" She took a slow, deliberate step toward him. "Oh, Tommy, darling. Everyone wants power. The difference is, I deserve it."

Tommy didn’t flinch, didn’t move. His stance remained unyielding as he glared at her. "You deserve nothing," he stated coldly. "And if you ever come near my family again, I’ll make sure you don’t even have a shadow to slink back into."

Duchess pursed her lips, then let out a soft, dramatic sigh. "Fine, fine. No need to get your spandex in a twist," she mused, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "But let me tell you something, Tommy." She leaned in ever so slightly, voice dropping to a whisper. "One day, you won’t be there to protect them. And when that day comes… I’ll be waiting."

With a final smirk, she turned on her heel and strode off into the shadows, her laughter fading into the distance.

Alpha 5 shuffled closer to Tommy. "O-Okay, so… can I officially say that was terrifying?"

Tommy exhaled sharply, his expression still grim as he stared after the spot where Duchess had disappeared. He shook his head, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Yeah," he muttered, half to himself. "Me too. What am I going to do with her?"

Alpha 5, ever eager to lighten the mood, perked up beside him. "Oh! Oh! I know!" he said excitedly. "She’d make a wonderful feathered pillow!"

Tommy blinked, then let out a chuckle at the absurdity of it.

"And just think," Alpha continued, bouncing slightly on his feet, "whenever she gets dirty, you can take her outside and beat her!"

Tommy burst out laughing, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. "That might be the best idea you’ve had in a long time, buddy."

With that, the two turned and started making their way back toward Ranger Rock, the sounds of their laughter echoing through the trees.

That night, the heavens burst open, releasing a downpour that drenched the land and kingdom. Thunder rumbled across the sky, and flashes of lightning illuminated the darkened world in stark, eerie brilliance.

High up in the branches of an ancient tree, nestled safely from the storm, Keeper sat in his hollowed-out home, his fingers carefully carving into the smooth bark of the trunk. His expression was one of quiet concentration, his eyes filled with warmth as he etched delicate patterns into the wood.

At last, he leaned back, tilting his head to admire his work. The carving was of Zara, her likeness immortalized in the heart of his home. With a chuckle, he traced his fingers over her forehead, adding the sacred mark of the queens—a symbol of strength, legacy, and destiny.

"Zara," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking her name alone carried the weight of something powerful.

Outside, the storm raged on, but within the hollow of Keeper’s home, there was only quiet reverence and an unshakable sense of devotion.

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Three months later, Zara had grown into a happy, healthy foal—now six years old—and today was a big day for her. Her grandfather, Tommy, was going to take her on a journey through the kingdoms, teaching her about the ways of the Power Rangers and her destiny as a future queen.

The first rays of sunlight filtered through her window as she carefully climbed out of bed, her heart pounding with excitement. She hurried to get dressed, fumbling slightly in her eagerness. Once she was ready, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Today, she wasn’t just any filly—she was a princess, a future warrior, and a protector of her people.

She couldn't wait to begin her adventure. Zara quietly sneaked out of her bedroom, tiptoeing down the hallway with the careful precision of a little mischief-maker. She paused in front of her parents' door, hesitating for just a moment before carefully pushing it open and peeking inside. To her delight, her mother and father were still fast asleep.

Biting back a giggle, she quickly shut the door and raced down the hall toward her grandparents' room. Bursting in without hesitation, she let out a delighted squeal and scrambled onto the bed, bouncing excitedly.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa!" she chanted with boundless energy.

Katie let out a tired groan, barely cracking an eye open as she mumbled, "Your granddaughter is awake."

Tommy, on the other hand, tried half-heartedly to push Zara off him, still half-asleep. "Before sunrise, she’s your granddaughter," he muttered drowsily.

Before he could react further, Zara jumped—directly onto his royal jewels.

Tommy bolted upright with a strangled gasp, his eyes wide in shock as he glared at his granddaughter.

Zara, completely unbothered, crossed her arms and pouted. "You promised!"

Still trying to recover, Tommy groaned, rubbing his face. "And I regret it already... Okay, okay, okay, I'm up," he grumbled, letting out a loud yawn.

Zara cheered in triumph and launched herself off the bed with boundless energy, dashing across the room.

Katie finally opened her eyes, watching her granddaughter with a sleepy but amused expression. Meanwhile, Tommy was struggling to get dressed in a hurry, fumbling with his clothes as he fought off the lingering grasp of sleep.

"Slow down, old man, you don’t want to trip," Katie teased, smirking at him.

Tommy shot her a look before sighing. "She’s six, and she already runs me ragged," he muttered, pulling on his boots as Zara practically vibrated with excitement.

After Tommy got dressed, he took Zara to the highest balcony in the castle just as the sun began to rise, painting the sky in a breathtaking blend of orange and gold. The light stretched across the land, illuminating the vast kingdom below.

Tommy knelt beside his granddaughter, his voice gentle yet full of wisdom. "Look, Zara. Everything the light touches is our kingdom."

Zara’s eyes widened in awe. "Wow..." she breathed, taking in the endless horizon.

Tommy smiled fondly. "A King or Queen's time as ruler rises like the sun. One day, the sun will set on mine and your father’s time, and it will rise with you as the new Queen."

Zara’s gaze flickered over the lands before turning back to him, eyes full of wonder. "Everything will be mine?"

"Everything," Tommy reassured her with a nod.

Zara whispered to herself, "Everything the light touches..." Then, as her gaze wandered, she spotted a darkened area beyond the glowing landscape—a place where the sunlight failed to reach.

"What about that shadowy place?" she asked, curiosity laced in her voice as she pointed.

Tommy followed her line of sight, his expression growing serious. "That is beyond our borders. You must never go there, Zara." His tone was firm, a warning wrapped in love.

Zara furrowed her brows. "But I thought a King or Queen could do whatever they wanted?"

Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, there’s more to being Queen than getting your way all the time."

"There’s more?" Zara gasped, trailing after him as he led her off the balcony, her excitement bubbling over.

Tommy laughed at her amazement, ruffling her hair. "Much more."

As they walked through the castle halls, Zara practically skipped beside Tommy, her mind racing with questions. She had always known she was a princess, but today, it truly felt real.

"So, if being Queen isn't about getting my way all the time, what is it about?" she asked, tilting her head up at him.

Tommy smiled at her curiosity. "A true Queen is not just a ruler, Zara. She is a protector, a guide, and a leader who puts her people before herself."

Zara scrunched her nose. "That sounds like a lot of work."

Tommy laughed. "It is, but it’s also rewarding. You’ll learn in time, just as I did, just as your father did." He paused, then knelt to her level. "Being a Ranger and being a ruler are not so different. Both mean standing up for what’s right, even when it’s hard. Both mean protecting the ones you love."

Zara thought about this for a moment. "So… does that mean I get to fight bad guys?"

Tommy chuckled. "One day. But first, you must learn how to lead. And that starts with understanding your kingdom."

As if on cue, the large castle doors opened, revealing a breathtaking sight—rolling green fields, shimmering rivers, and villages bustling with life. The kingdom was awake now, ready to start a new day.

Zara’s eyes sparkled. "So where do we start?"

Tommy grinned. "With a ride."

Zara gasped as two majestic horses were brought forward. One was Tommy’s trusted steed, and beside it stood a smaller yet equally beautiful white mare, perfectly sized for Zara.

She squealed with excitement, quickly climbing onto the saddle with Tommy’s help. "I’m ready, Grandpa!"

Tommy mounted his horse and gave her a proud nod. "Then let’s go, Princess. Time to learn what it truly means to be a leader."

With that, they rode off together, the sun shining down on them as Zara’s adventure truly began.

Tommy guided Zara’s horse alongside his as they rode through the kingdom, the golden morning light casting long shadows over the land. The village below was coming to life—farmers tending to their crops, merchants setting up their stalls, children running through the streets laughing. Zara took it all in, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Everything you see exists in a delicate balance,” Tommy explained, his voice gentle but firm. “As Queen, you need to understand this balance.”

Zara turned to look at him, her small hands gripping the reins. "Balance?" she echoed.

Tommy nodded. "Yes. From the tallest mountain to the smallest flower, every part of the kingdom is connected. The people, the animals, even the land itself—we all depend on one another. If one part suffers, everything is affected."

Zara furrowed her brow, thinking. "So... if I do something bad, it could hurt everyone?"

"Not just bad things, but careless things," Tommy corrected gently. "A Queen must think before she acts. A good leader listens before speaking, understands before deciding."

Zara looked back at the village, watching as a young boy helped his mother carry baskets of fruit. "So I have to take care of everyone?"

Tommy smiled. "Yes, but not alone. That’s why you have advisors, warriors, and of course, the Power Rangers. A Queen doesn’t rule with power alone, but with wisdom and kindness."

Zara sat up straighter in her saddle, feeling the weight of his words. "I want to be a good Queen, Grandpa."

Tommy’s heart swelled with pride. "I know you will be, Zara. And I’ll be right here to help you every step of the way."

As Tommy and Zara made their way back to the castle, the familiar beeping sound of a communicator interrupted their peaceful ride. Tommy sighed, already knowing what was coming.

"Ai-yi-yi-yi-yi! Good morning, your majesties!" Alpha Five’s voice crackled through the communicator. "Time for the morning report!"

Tommy chuckled as he pulled out the communicator. "Go ahead, Alpha. Give me the rundown."

Zara perked up, excited to hear what was going on in the kingdom.

"Alright! First up, the defenses around the outer villages are holding strong. The Rangers did a sweep last night, and there were no signs of enemy activity! But we detected some minor disturbances near the Shadowlands—looks like some rogue Putty Patrols might be lurking around!"

Tommy frowned. "Keep a close eye on it, Alpha. If they get too close to the border, let me know immediately."

"You got it, Tommy! Now, onto the wildlife report—looks like the Tenga Warriors have been spotted near the riverbanks again! They seem to be scavenging for food, but Zordon thinks they might be scouting for something more!"

Zara gasped. "Tenga Warriors?! Grandpa, we have to go stop them!"

Tommy smirked. "Easy, kiddo. We’re not jumping into battle just yet. Alpha, send a squad of Rangers to monitor the area. If they make a move, we’ll be ready."

"Understood! Now, onto castle affairs! The royal chefs are preparing a big feast for tonight, but we might have a little problem—Bulk and Skull snuck into the kitchens early this morning and, well… let's just say we might be short on pastries."

Zara giggled. "Oh no! Not the pastries!"

Tommy sighed, shaking his head. "I swear, those two will be the end of me. Make sure they help clean up the mess. Anything else, Alpha?"

"Just one last thing—your royal advisor wants to meet with you about the upcoming Ranger Initiation Ceremony. They need final approval on the list of new recruits!"

Tommy nodded. "Got it. Tell them I’ll meet them in the council chamber after training Zara."

"Will do, Tommy! Ai-yi-yi, what a busy morning! Okay, Alpha Five out!"

As the communicator beeped off, Zara grinned at her grandfather. "That was so cool! Can I do the morning report when I’m Queen?"

Tommy chuckled, ruffling her hair. "Of course, kiddo. But first, let’s get you through today’s lessons. A future Queen and Ranger needs to be ready for anything!"

With that, the two rode back to the castle, ready to face whatever the day had in store.

Just then, Bulk and Skull stumbled into their path, dramatically throwing their arms out.

"Sire! Trouble in the kingdom! Side villains spotted near the borders!" Bulk declared, trying to look serious but failing miserably as he nearly tripped over his own feet.

Tommy quickly scanned the area and spotted Rocky nearby. Without hesitation, he turned to him. "Rocky, take Zara back to the castle."

Zara’s face fell. "But, Grandpa! Can’t I come with you? I wanna help!"

Tommy gave her a firm but gentle look. "No, Zara. It’s too dangerous." With that, he spurred his horse forward, galloping toward the commotion.

Zara sighed, watching him disappear into the distance. She crossed her arms in frustration. "I never get to go anywhere..."

Rocky chuckled, nudging her playfully. "Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Princess. One day, you’ll be Queen, and then you’ll be the one chasing those two knuckleheads from sunrise to sunset."

Zara pouted but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. "I guess… but I still think I could take ‘em."

Rocky laughed. "No doubt about it, kiddo. Now, come on—before your mom realizes you snuck out."

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Rocky guided the horses to a stop as they arrived at Ranger Rock, where the ranger families lounged in the sun, while some of the Universals rested beneath the shade of the trees.

"Go on, Zara, play with the other kids," Rocky said, unbuckling the reins.

Zara shot him a glare, her ears twitching in irritation. "Fine," she muttered, dragging her feet as she walked toward the others.

But she didn’t get far. A dragonfly flitted past her nose, its shimmering wings catching the sunlight. Her eyes widened with excitement. Without a second thought, she shifted into her foal form and bolted after it, her playful giggles echoing in the air.

"Hey! Wait! I just wanna play!" she called, rearing up as she chased the insect, her tiny hooves kicking up dust.

Lost in the thrill of the chase, she didn’t notice where she was going until—**whoosh**—she tumbled through the tall reeds, her hooves slipping in the damp soil. With a startled yelp, she landed right in a small clearing near the lake.

Groaning, Zara shook her head and blinked—only to find herself staring at a figure standing gracefully near the water's edge. She was unlike anyone Zara had ever seen before. Dressed in a flowing black tutu adorned with delicate feathers, the woman moved with an ethereal elegance, as if she were part of the wind itself. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her brown eyes held a sharp, calculating glint.

Zara hesitated, her curiosity outweighing her wariness.

The woman turned, her movements fluid and deliberate, as if she were performing even in stillness. She arched an elegant brow at the foal before her.

"Go away, Zara. I am not here to entertain children," she said coolly, her voice carrying the effortless grace of a seasoned performer.

Zara's ears perked up in surprise. "How do you know my name?" she asked, eyes wide.

The ballerina let out a soft, almost amused chuckle. "Oh, please. You’re the daughter of King JJ and Queen Windigo, aren’t you?"

Zara straightened up, puffing out her chest with pride. "Yes! And one day, I’m going to be Queen!"

At this, the woman finally gave Zara her full attention, tilting her head as if appraising her. "Yes… that’s what I thought," she murmured before turning gracefully, stepping along the riverbank as if the ground itself was a stage beneath her feet.

Zara trotted after her. "Who are you? I’ve never seen you before."

"I am Duchess," she replied simply, without breaking her poised stride. "And that’s all you need to know."

Zara tilted her head. Something about her intrigued her. She wasn’t like the other adults Zara knew—this woman held herself with an almost otherworldly elegance, as if she belonged to a different realm entirely.

"So… you’re going to be Queen one day," Duchess mused, her tone unreadable. "Tell me, have you really seen how big your kingdom is?"

"Yes! My grandfather showed me the whole kingdom, and one day, I’m going to rule it all!" Zara declared proudly, lifting her chin.

Duchess smirked, amusement flickering in her brown eyes. "I see. But I bet he didn’t show you what lies beyond the border, did he?"

Zara's excitement faltered, and she shook her head. "Oh no… he said I couldn’t go there," she admitted, a hint of disappointment creeping into her voice.

Duchess let out a knowing chuckle, the sound as smooth as a well-rehearsed note in a symphony. "And he’s absolutely right," she said smoothly. "Only the bravest Universals and Rangers dare to venture there. It’s a dangerous place… filled with things you wouldn’t believe."

Zara’s ears perked up in curiosity. "Like what?" she asked, stepping closer.

Duchess smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, little princess… you have so much to learn."

She glanced around, making sure no one else was listening, then leaned in closer to Zara. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Beyond the border, hidden deep in the cliffs, there’s an abandoned mine—a place long forgotten by the Rangers and the Universals. A place where the tunnels stretch so far into the earth that no one knows where they end."

Zara swallowed hard. "What happened there?" she asked, both nervous and intrigued.

Duchess let out a slow, dramatic sigh, placing a delicate hand over her chest, as if reciting a tragic tale. "Long ago, that mine was once the pride of the kingdom. The miners found more than just gold and gemstones down there—they uncovered something ancient… something that should have stayed buried."

Zara's tail flicked uneasily. "What do you mean?"

Duchess lowered her voice, her expression darkening. "They say that one day, the tunnels simply… swallowed the miners whole. No one knows why. No one ever saw them again. And the strangest part?" She leaned in, eyes gleaming. "The canaries—those little birds miners used to carry to warn them of danger—never sang again."

Zara shivered. "And now?" she whispered.

Duchess gave a slow, eerie smile. "Now, the mine is sealed shut. But the wind still howls through the tunnels, carrying the voices of those who were lost. Some say that if you stand near the entrance at night, you can hear their pickaxes still tapping against the stone… as if they’re still digging, trapped forever underground."

Zara’s heart pounded. It sounded terrifying… but at the same time, thrilling. "Have you ever been there?" she asked breathlessly.

Duchess chuckled darkly, twirling once, her skirt flaring out like dark wings. "Oh, I’ve seen it… but even I wouldn’t step inside." She leaned in, her brown eyes gleaming. "But promise me, Zara—never go there. It’s far too dangerous for a young princess like yourself."

Zara nodded quickly, offering a sweet smile. "I promise," she said—while crossing her fingers behind her back.

Duchess tilted her head, studying her for a moment before smirking. "Now, that’s a good girl." She straightened, smoothing out her tutu. "Run along and play with your friends. And remember..." Her voice dropped into a silky whisper. "This is our little secret."

Zara hesitated for just a second before nodding again, then turned and galloped away, her foal hooves kicking up soft dirt as she raced back toward Ranger Rock.

Duchess watched her go, an eerie smile curling at her lips. Oh, little princess… you’re more like your grandfather than you realize. And curiosity? She chuckled to herself. It’s such a dangerous thing.

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Zara ran as fast as her legs could carry her, her tiny hooves kicking up dust as she darted past the trees. She spotted Ranger Rock up ahead, but just as she neared the clearing, she skidded to a halt.

Her mother, Queen Windigo, stood nearby, speaking with one of the Rangers.

Zara’s heart pounded. If Windigo saw her now, she’d ask questions—too many questions. And Zara wasn’t ready to explain where she had been… or who she had been talking to.

Holding her breath, she lowered her body and bolted toward the nearest boulder, hoping to slip past unnoticed. She scrambled up the rough surface, her small frame making it easy to squeeze between the cracks.

Once she reached the top, she crouched low and peered out over the clearing. She let out a relieved breath when she saw Windigo still deep in conversation, unaware of her presence.

Grinning, Zara turned her gaze toward the rest of the Rangers, searching for someone to distract her from the lingering chill of Duchess’s eerie story.

Then she saw her.

Amy stood a short distance away, her blond ponytail swaying as she focused on her target. She held a bow in her hands, her stance solid as she pulled the string taut. Her parents, Jason and Kimberly, stood nearby, watching her practice with careful, approving eyes.

Zara’s grin widened.

Without a second thought, she leaped down from the boulder and galloped toward her friend. "Amy!" she called, her excitement pushing aside her earlier unease.

Amy turned just as she released her arrow. The shot hit the target with a solid thunk, and she beamed before looking over at Zara. "Hey! Where’ve you been?"

Zara skidded to a stop beside Amy, breathless but grinning. "Oh, you won’t believe what I just heard!"

Amy glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? What’s that?" she asked, intrigued.

"I heard about this really cool place," Zara said excitedly, bouncing on her toes.

Amy sighed, nocking another arrow. "Zara, can’t you see I’m in the middle of practice?" She released the arrow, watching it land perfectly on the target.

Before Zara could respond, Windigo approached, holding a hairbrush. "And it’s time I brushed your hair," she announced.

Zara’s eyes widened. "Wait, no—!" But before she could escape, Windigo scooped her up and began running the brush through her wild locks.

"Mum! Mum! You’re messing up my mane!" Zara whined, squirming out of her mother’s grasp and shaking her hair out. "Ok, ok I'm clean. Can I go now?"

Windigo chuckled, watching her daughter fix her unruly strands.

Amy smirked, drawing another arrow. "So, where are we going? It better not be anywhere dumb."

Zara huffed. "Oh no, this place is really cool."

Windigo tilted her head, smiling. "And where exactly is this really cool place?"

Zara hesitated, then grinned innocently. "Oh… um… around the lake." She clasped her hands behind her back, trying to look casual.

Amy furrowed her brows. "The lake? What’s so special about the lake?"

Zara leaned in, whispering, "I’ll show you when we get there."

Amy’s eyes lit up with curiosity. She turned to her parents. "Mum, Dad, can I go with Zara, please?" She flashed them a bright smile.

Kimberly exchanged a glance with Jason. "What do you think?"

Jason shrugged. "It’s fine with me if Windigo’s okay with it."

Windigo looked at the two eager girls, then sighed. "Alright, you can go."

"Yes!" Zara and Amy cheered, about to take off running—

"But!" Windigo called out, making them stop in their tracks. "Alpha 5 goes with you."

Zara groaned dramatically. "Oh no, not Alpha 5!"

Amy lowered her bow and raised an eyebrow. "Alpha 5? Do we have to?"

Windigo crossed her arms, giving them a knowing look. "If you two are going anywhere near the lake, I insist Alpha 5 goes with you."

Zara groaned dramatically, flopping onto the grass. "But he’s so slow!"

"And he complains all the time," Amy added, rolling her eyes.

Windigo smirked. "Then I suggest you don’t get into any trouble, and he won’t have anything to complain about."

Kimberly chuckled, nudging Jason. "They’re acting like we just told them they have to do chores."

Jason shrugged. "Well, to them, Alpha 5 probably is a chore."

Just then, a metallic voice interrupted them.

"Ay yi yi! I heard my name! Are you talking about me?"

The girls turned to see Alpha 5 waddling toward them, his dome-like head tilting in curiosity.

Zara plastered on a fake smile. "*Oh*, hi, Alpha 5!"

Amy sighed, slinging her bow over her shoulder. "Guess that settles it."

Alpha 5 clapped his hands together. "Oh, how exciting! A trip to the lake! But we must be *very* careful, young ones! The forest can be full of dangers!"

Zara groaned again but exchanged a glance with Amy.

They’d just have to make the best of it.

For now.

As they walked through the forest toward the swampy part of the lake, Amy leaned closer to Zara, her voice hushed with excitement.

"So, where are we really going?" she asked, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Zara smirked, glancing around as if making sure no one else was listening. "We’re going to the abandoned mine," she whispered.

Amy's eyes widened. "The mine? I thought it was sealed off years ago!"

"Shhhh Alpha" Zara warns her nodding to teh robot in front of them.

"So how do we ditch the robot?" Amy asks as they start to whisper a plan.

"Oh look at you strolling in the forest and plans you parents must be so thrilled with your betrothel" Alpha says looking at the girls proudly.

"Our what?" Zara asks confused.

Amy stopped dead in her tracks. "Wait… what did you just say?"

Alpha 5 tilted his head, his red visor blinking. "Your betrothal, of course! Oh, how wonderful! Young love, destined futures—"

"Our what?!" Zara practically shouted.

Alpha 5’s arms waved frantically. "Oh dear! Did I spoil the surprise? I thought for sure you knew!"

Amy turned to Zara, eyes wide with panic. "Please tell me this is some kind of joke."

Zara crossed her arms, glaring at the robot. "Alpha, who exactly are we supposedly betrothed to?"

Alpha beeped and hesitated. "Well… each other, of course!"

The forest fell silent.

"WHAT?!" both girls shrieked in unison.

"It's a tradition that goes back for generations," Alpha says happily.

"Well, when I'm Queen, that'll be the first thing to go," Zara declares proudly.

Alpha gives her a stern look. "Nice try, but only the reigning King or Queen can change that."

Amy beams. "Well, she's the future Queen!"

Zara grins, crossing her arms. "Yeah, so that means you have to listen to me."

"Not yet, I don’t," Alpha huffs. "And if you keep this attitude up, you're going to be an insufferable Queen."

"Not the way I see it," Zara says smugly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

She leaps onto a tree branch, climbing higher with ease.

"I'm gonna be a mighty Queen, so enemies beware!"

Alpha crosses his arms, unimpressed as he watches her.

"Well, I've never seen a Queen of Rangers with quite so little hair," he remarks dryly.

Zara reaches the edge of the branch and grins down at him.

"I'm gonna be the main event, like no Queen was before!"
"I'm brushing up on looking down, I'm working on my roar!"

Alpha tries to chase after her but stumbles over the tail of a nearby Zord, flailing wildly.

"Thus far, a rather... uninspiring thing," he mutters as he falls.

The Braco Zord snorts, watching the commotion before flicking its massive tail. With one powerful swing, it sends Alpha soaring through the air—straight into a nearby stream with a loud splash.

Zara bursts into laughter as Alpha splashes into the stream, sputtering in frustration.

"Oh, you are so in trouble when we get back!" Alpha grumbles, shaking off water.

Amy giggles, watching Zara swing from branch to branch like a playful monkey.

"I just can't wait to be Queen!" Zara continues singing, landing gracefully on a rock.

She twirls dramatically.

"No one saying 'Do this!'"
"No one saying 'Be there!'"
"No one saying 'Stop that!'"
"No one saying 'See here!'"

Alpha clambers out of the stream, throwing his hands up.

"Now, wait just a minute!"

But Zara and Amy ignore him, dashing ahead through the trees.

"Free to run around all day!"
"Free to do it all my way!"

Amy chimes in, laughing. "You do know Queens still have rules, right?"

Zara grins. "Not if I make them!"

Alpha groans. "Oh, Zordon help us all."

Zara twirls again, striking a regal pose on the rock.

"I think it's time that you and I arranged a heart-to-heart!"

Alpha throws up his hands. "Rangers don't need advice from a child who's barely smart!"

Zara gasps in mock offense. "If this is where the monarchy is headed, count me in!"

Amy claps along, grinning as Zara jumps down, skipping through the trees.

"Out of the way, Alpha, it's my time to begin!"

Alpha groans as he stumbles over a tree root, scrambling to keep up with the girls.

"Zara, you can't just run off and do whatever you please!"

But Zara isn’t listening. She and Amy grab vines and swing through the air, landing on a grassy hill.

"Oh, I just can't wait to be Queen!"

At that moment, the Braco Zord lets out a deep, rumbling roar in agreement. The ground trembles slightly beneath them.

Alpha stares at the Zord, then at Zara, then at the muddy stream he just climbed out of. He sighs.

"This is going to be a long day."

Zara and Amy weave through the towering Zords and Rangers, their excitement bubbling over as they sing in unison.

"Everywhere you look, I'm—"

Zara leaps onto a rock, striking a triumphant pose.

"—standing in the spotlight!"

The Braco Zord lets out a mighty roar as the other Zords stomp in rhythm. The Rangers, caught up in the energy, start clapping along, forming a grand parade behind them.

Alpha finally spots them and gasps. "Oh no, no, no! This is NOT how this is supposed to go!"

Zara ignores him, grinning at Amy before leading the charge.

"Let every Zord go roar!"
"Let every Ranger soar!"

The Zords rear up, letting out mighty cries, their metallic bodies glinting in the sunlight.

"It's our time to shine and more!"

The Rangers twirl their weapons in perfect sync, the spectacle growing wilder by the second.

Alpha rushes into the scene, waving his arms. "Zara, Amy! Stop this before someone gets hurt!"

But the two girls are too lost in their moment. They leap onto a fallen log, throwing their arms in the air.

"Oh, I just can't WAIT to be Queeeeeen!"

With a final stomp of the Braco Zord’s tail, the ground trembles, sending Alpha tumbling backward—right into a mud puddle.

The Rangers cheer, the Zords roar, and Zara and Amy exchange victorious grins.

Alpha groans, wiping mud from his visor. "Zordon help me..."

Just as he tries to stand, a massive Hippo Zord plops down on top of him with a heavy *thud*, squashing him deeper into the mud.

Meanwhile, Zara and Amy are already dashing away, laughing.

"I beg your pardon, madam, but would you kindly GET OFF?!" Alpha's muffled voice protests from beneath the Zord. "Zara! Amy! Come back here this instant!"

The Hippo Zord merely lets out a contented grunt, settling in as Alpha flails helplessly beneath it.

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As Zara and Amy sprinted away from the lake, Zara couldn’t help but gloat.

"I am such a genius," she declared proudly, strutting forward.

Amy shot her a playful look. "Hey, genius, it only worked because of me too."

Zara smirked, stopping in her tracks. "Oh yeah?" She dropped into a playful fighting stance.

"Oh yeah!" Amy grinned before launching herself at Zara.

The two tumbled across the ground, rolling over each other until Amy landed on top, pinning Zara down.

"Pinned you!" Amy said smugly.

"Ugh, get off!" Zara grumbled.

Amy stood, lifting her chin in mock triumph—only for Zara to pounce on her in return. They rolled over again, laughing, until they tumbled into the darker, shadowy part of the land.

Amy landed on top once more, grinning. "Pinned you again."

But before Zara could protest, a loud creak echoed through the air. An old, rotting wooden beam groaned, and a small geyser of thick, oozing mud bubbled up nearby.

The laughter faded. Amy scrambled off Zara, both girls staring wide-eyed at their surroundings.

"This is it," Zara breathed, excitement sparking in her eyes. "We made it."

"Whoa," they murmured in unison, exchanging awed glances.

Amy hesitated. "You do know we could get in huge trouble for this, right?"

Zara’s grin only widened as she stepped toward the mine’s entrance. "That just makes it even better."

Amy gulped. "Do you think there are, like... bones in there?"

Zara turned to Amy, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Only one way to find out. Let's check it out." She took a step toward the entrance—only for Alpha to suddenly appear in front of them, arms outstretched.

"Wrong! The only 'checking out' you're doing is checking out of here!" he scolded, his tone sharp.

Amy groaned. "Oh, come on!" she whined, disappointed.

Alpha's visor flickered as he looked around anxiously. "We're way beyond the borders of the Rangers' territory," he said, his voice edged with fear.

Zara smirked. "Look at that—the rust bucket of bolts is scared," she teased.

Alpha spun around to glare at her. "That’s Mr. Rust Bucket of Bolts to you, missy! And right now, we are all in grave danger!" His voice wavered as he scanned their surroundings nervously.

Zara scoffed, stepping boldly toward the mine’s entrance. "Danger? Pfft. I love walking on the wild side." She puffed out her chest, flashing a fearless grin.

"I laugh in the face of danger! HAHAHA!" she cackled—

Until her laughter was echoed back at her.

But it wasn’t her voice.

Deep, chilling chuckles rippled from the shadows, slithering out from the mine and surrounding them. Figures began to emerge—Ranger villains cloaked in darkness, their eyes gleaming with malice.

Zara’s grin dropped in an instant. Her eyes widened in horror as she let out a panicked squeak and bolted back toward Amy.

Alpha instinctively jumped in front of the girls, his entire frame shaking. "Oh no, no, no, NO—this is very bad!" he stammered, shielding them as the villains closed in.

"Well, well, what do we have here, Mesogog?" A villain in a striking red outfit purred as she began circling them.

Mesogog tilted his head, his reptilian eyes narrowing. "Hmm... I’m not sure, Divatox. What do you think, Babu? Squatt?"

The two bumbling sidekicks exchanged nervous glances before Squatt shrugged. "Uh... they look like trouble, boss!"

Babu nodded quickly. "Yeah! But, uh… not the fun kind."

"That's what I thought—a trio of trespassers," Zedd sneered as he stepped forward, joining the villains circling them.

"And quite by accident! A simple navigation error," Alpha stammered, trying to shield the girls.

Divatox narrowed her eyes before a slow grin spread across her face. "Wait, wait, wait. I know you. You're the King’s little stooge!"

Alpha straightened up indignantly. "Madam, I am the King’s royal adviser!" he insisted.

Mesogog chuckled darkly. "Which means one of you must be…" He turned his gaze to the girls.

Zara lifted her chin proudly. "Future Queen."

Tarkina stepped forward, a cruel smirk curling her lips. "Do you know what we do to Queens who step outside their borderlands?"

Zara held her ground, refusing to let her fear show. "Ha! You can’t do anything to me!"

Alpha’s eyes widened as he frantically tried to shush her. "Actually, now we are on their borderlands," he whispered hurriedly.

Zara frowned. "But Alpha, you said they were nothing but knuckleheads!"

Alpha let out a strangled gasp, panic creeping into his voice. "Ix-nay on the knucklehead* talk!"

Rito stepped closer, cracking his knuckles. "Who you callin’ a knucklehead?"

Alpha let out a nervous chuckle, glancing up at the sky. "My, my, my! Look at the sun! Would you look at the time? We really must be going!" He spun on his heels, attempting to make a quick getaway—only to find the villains blocking every possible escape route.

Loki grinned, baring his sharp teeth. "Oh, but we'd love for you to stick around." He licked his lips menacingly.

"Yeah! We could whip up a nice Ranger salad!" Squatt cackled, rubbing his hands together.

The villains erupted into laughter as Alpha gulped, shielding Zara and Amy. "Well, uh… no need to trouble yourselves! We're very high in cholesterol! You wouldn’t want to risk indigestion!"

Kapri clapped her hands together, smirking. "Wait, wait, wait! I got one—make mine a rustic sandwich!"

The villains burst into laughter at the joke, momentarily distracted.

Seizing the opportunity, Alpha quickly nudged Zara and Amy, whispering, "Go! Now!"

Keeping low, they carefully sneaked past the distracted villains, their footsteps barely making a sound. Once they were clear, Alpha grabbed both girls' hands, and they bolted—racing deeper into the mines and through the bubbling geysers.

Meanwhile, Rita fidgeted, looking uneasy. "Uh… Zeddy, I hate to tell you this…"

Zedd turned to her sharply. "What?!"

Squatt scratched his head. "Uh, didn’t we order this dinner to go?"

Zedd blinked. "Yes, why?"

Finstar pointed ahead. "Because there it goes!"

The villains all turned just in time to see Alpha and the girls disappearing into the darkness of the mines.

Divatox’s face twisted in fury. "What are you idiots doing standing around?! GO AFTER THEM! ATTACK!"

The villains sprang into action, their laughter replaced by shouts and snarls as they charged forward.

"Run faster!" Alpha yelped, nearly tripping over a loose rock as Zara and Amy sprinted beside him. The ground shook beneath them as geysers of steaming mud erupted around them, making the path even more treacherous.

"Where are we even going?!" Amy cried, dodging a burst of scalding water.

"Away from them!" Zara shot back, glancing over her shoulder just as Rito, Squatt, and Baboo tumbled after them, tripping over their own feet.

Behind them, Goldar snarled. "You can run, but you can't hide!"

Alpha gasped. "Actually, hiding sounds like a great idea!" He suddenly veered to the right, yanking the girls into a narrow crevice between two massive rock formations.

Zara pressed her back against the stone, panting. "They’ll see us!"

"Not if we stay quiet," Alpha whispered, pressing a finger to where his lips would be if he had them.

The villains rushed past, their heavy footsteps echoing through the mines.

"Where did they go?!" Divatox screeched, looking around wildly.

"They were just here!" Mesogog growled, his claws twitching with frustration.

The villains fanned out, their torches and glowing weapons illuminating the rocky corridors.

Amy swallowed hard. "Alpha, we’re trapped."

Zara clenched her fists, determination flashing in her eyes. "Then we fight our way out."

As the villains prowled through the mines, sniffing out their prey, a low growl rumbled through the cavern.

"I smell something..." Goldar muttered, his golden snout twitching as he sniffed the air. His red eyes gleamed as he turned toward the crevice where Zara, Amy, and Alpha were hiding. "Fear."

Alpha stiffened, trying to stay as still as possible. Zara held her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. Amy gripped her arm tightly.

Goldar took a slow step forward, his claws scraping against the rocky ground. "And sweat... and—" He inhaled deeply, his lips curling into a wicked grin. "Little princesses who don't belong here."

Alpha gulped. "Zordon help me..."

Before Goldar could lunge, a sudden hiss of steam erupted from a nearby geyser, blasting upward and temporarily blocking his vision.

"Now!" Alpha whispered urgently.

Zara didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Amy’s hand, and the two of them bolted from the crevice, darting past Goldar before he could react.

"Hey!" Goldar roared. "They’re getting away!"

"AFTER THEM!" Divatox shrieked, her voice echoing through the mines.

Rito tripped over a rock, sending Baboo and Squatt tumbling like dominoes. "Oops, my bad!"

Zara and Amy dashed ahead, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Alpha wheezed as he struggled to keep up.

"Please tell me you have a plan!" Amy panted.

Zara grinned. "Not really! Just run!"

But as they rounded a sharp corner, they skidded to a halt.

Dead end.

A towering rock wall blocked their path, with no way forward.

Zara’s eyes darted around frantically. "Uh, okay, maybe I should’ve thought this through..."

Alpha groaned. "Oh, now she thinks!"

The sound of approaching footsteps and laughter made their blood run cold.

"Looks like the game is over, little runaways," Mesogog sneered, stepping into view with the rest of the villains surrounding them. "And now... you belong to us."

"Here little Rangers" Zedd says laughing.

Zara stood in front trying to roar at them but the villains just laughed.

"That was it? Come on do it again" Devitox asks mocking coming closer.

Zara took a deep breath, and a mighty roar came from her. Shocked realizing that noise didn't come from her but her grandfather but before she could think any more of it, Tommy leaps into view and starts to fight the villains.

The villains barely had a moment to react before Tommy landed in front of Zara and Amy, his eyes fierce with determination.

"You want to mess with them?" he growled, cracking his knuckles. "Then you’ll have to go through me first."

Zedd’s grin faltered. "Oh no, not him again."

Mesogog hissed. "The Multi Color Ranger... how predictable."

Divatox scowled. "Ugh, I really hate when heroes show up at the last second!"

Before they could regroup, Tommy launched himself at them, moving with the precision and power of a seasoned warrior. His fist collided with Goldar’s face, sending the beast staggering back. In a flash, he spun and kicked Rito so hard that the skeleton went tumbling into Baboo and Squatt.

Zara and Amy watched in awe as Tommy fought, his movements smooth and controlled, dodging blasts and countering every attack thrown his way.

"Whoa," Amy whispered. "Your grandpa is so cool."

"Tell me about it," Zara grinned.

In no time, Tommy had the villains cowering, scrambling to retreat as they begged for mercy.

"Silence!" he roared, his voice echoing through the cavern.

Divatox raised her hands defensively, forcing a nervous smile. "We'll be quiet, I promise!" she pleaded.

Tommy's glare hardened as he took a step forward. "If any of you ever come near my granddaughter again, you’ll regret it."

The villains exchanged wide-eyed glances, feigning surprise.

"Granddaughter?" Zedd repeated, feigning shock as he glanced at the others. "Did you all know about this?"

"Nope, total surprise!" Rito said, raising his bony hands in surrender. "Honest!"

Divatox forced a nervous laugh. "If we had known she was your granddaughter, Tommy, we would've—uh—rolled out the red carpet! Thrown a party!"

"Yeah! A ‘Please-Don’t-Hurt-Us’ party!" Squatt added quickly.

Tommy narrowed his eyes. "Enough with the lies." He stepped forward, his presence alone making the villains scramble back. "If I ever catch any of you near Zara or Amy again, there won’t be a next time."

Mesogog growled but remained silent, clearly knowing better than to provoke him.

"We'll just take our leave now!" Divatox stammered before she and the others turned tail, scrambling away from Tommy as fast as they could.

Alpha waddled up to Tommy, nodding approvingly. "Well done, sir. A truly commendable display of—"

Tommy shot him a sharp glare, cutting him off. Alpha cleared his throat awkwardly and took a step back.

Zara hesitated before speaking. "Grandpa, I—"

"You completely disobeyed me." Tommy's voice was firm, his disappointment evident. "We're going home. Now."

Zara flinched at his harsh tone, lowering her head as she trudged alongside him.

Amy walked beside her, leaning in to whisper, "I thought you were really brave."

A small smile flickered across Zara’s face for just a moment before fading again.

Above them, hidden in the shadows of a mine shaft entrance, Duchess watched the scene unfold, her scowl deepening. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she disappeared back into the darkness.

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As the sun was setting on the plans Tommy marched ahead mad as anything. Alpha a few paces behind and Amy and Zara at the back walking slowly. Alpha turned to look at the girls when Tommy called for him. "Alpha, take Amy home," Tommy commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I have to teach my granddaughter a lesson."

Alpha bowed in acknowledgment. "Yes, sire," he responded dutifully before turning toward where Amy and Zara stood.

Approaching Amy, Alpha placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Come, Amy," he said gently, guiding her away.

Amy hesitated for a brief moment, glancing back at Tommy and Zara, concern flickering in her eyes. But Alpha’s grip was firm yet kind, urging her forward.

Before departing, Alpha turned to Zara. His mechanical voice softened slightly. "Zara… good luck."

He then guided Amy away and back to Ranger Rock. Zara watched Amy disappear into the distance before flinching as Tommy’s voice thundered through the air.

"ZARA!"

She turned slowly, hesitating before walking toward him. As she did, she glanced down and noticed something—her foot was resting inside one of his footprints. The size difference was striking, her small print barely filling the space of his. A sigh escaped her lips as she continued forward, her shoulders slumping.

Reaching Tommy, she sank down onto the grass, her gaze downcast.

Tommy let out a deep sigh, his disappointment evident. "Zara, I’m very disappointed in you."

"I know…" Zara whispered, her voice barely audible over the fading storm.

"You could have been killed," Tommy continued, his tone firm yet pained. "You deliberately disobeyed me, and what’s worse—you put Amy in danger."

At that, Zara sniffled, guilt weighing heavily on her. "I was just trying to be brave… like you," she murmured, her voice trembling.

Tommy exhaled and knelt down to her level, his gaze softening. "I am only brave when I have to be," he told her gently.

Zara lifted her eyes to meet his, doubt flickering across her face. "But you’re not afraid of anything," she countered.

Tommy gave her a small, sad smile. "I was today," he admitted.

Zara frowned in confusion. "You were?"

Tommy nodded, his voice quiet but firm. "Yes… I was afraid I might lose you."

Zara’s breath hitched, the weight of his words sinking deep.

Zara looked up at Tommy, her voice barely above a whisper. "So even Kings and Queens can get afraid..."

Tommy smiled at her, nodding.

"But you know what?" she asked, her voice hushed as if sharing a great secret.

Tommy tilted his head. "What?"

Zara grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I bet those goons were even more scared!"

Tommy chuckled, then let out a full, hearty laugh. "Because no one messes with your grandfather!" he declared before reaching out and ruffling her hair playfully.

Zara squealed, struggling to push away from him before darting off in an attempt to escape. Tommy chased after her, both of them laughing in delight as the night air carried their joy across the land.

Slowing down, Tommy allowed Zara to catch up. She leaped onto his back, wrapping her small arms around him before playfully chewing on his ear.

"Grandpa," she said between giggles, "we’re pals, right?"

"Right" Tommy says chuckling.

"And we always be together" Zara says proudly.

Tommy paused, lying back in the grass so Zara rested on his chest. He gazed up at the sky, the stars twinkling above them.

"Zara, let me tell you something the Universals once told me," he said, his voice soft with wisdom. "Look at the stars. The great Kings and Queens of the past are up there, watching over us."

Zara's eyes widened with wonder. "They are?"

Tommy nodded. "Yes. So whenever you feel alone, just remember—those Kings and Queens will always be there to guide you... and so will your parents."

He turned his head slightly, looking at her with warmth. "And so will I."

Zara beamed, hugging him tightly as the stars above shone down on them, as if offering their silent blessing.

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Deep in the heart of the mines, the villains and their minions nursed their wounds, licking their bruises—both physical and wounded pride—after their humiliating defeat at Tommy’s hands.

"Man, that lousy Tommy! I won’t be able to sit for a week!" Mesogog grumbled, rubbing the fresh claw marks on his backside.

Loki took one look at him and burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Pfft—HAHA! Oh, that’s priceless! The mighty Mesogog, defeated by a grandpa!"

Mesogog’s eye twitched. "It’s not funny, Loki!" he growled.

Loki desperately tried to stifle his laughter, pressing his lips together—until another snicker escaped. "S-Sorry! I just—pfft—!" He doubled over, clutching his sides.

"I said shut up!" Mesogog roared before lunging at him, tackling Loki to the ground as the two rolled over in a flurry of fists, snarls, and shouts.

The other villains stepped back, watching the scuffle unfold.

"Wanna bet on who wins?" Rito asked, elbowing Squatt.

"Nah, I’m saving my money for lunch," Squatt muttered as he dug through his pockets for a snack.

"Will you two knock it off? No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain," Tarkina scolded, folding her arms as she walked over to the bickering villains.

Scrozzle sulked, kicking a rock. "Man, I hate being at the bottom of the food chain."

"Yeah, well, if it wasn’t for those Rangers, we’d be at the top," Tarkina said, grinning at the thought of putting the Rangers in their place.

Loki scowled. "Man, I hate Rangers."

"They’re so colorful and happy. And aren’t they family?" Sledge and Poisandra sneered in unison before bursting into laughter.

Before the laughter could die down, a smooth, commanding voice cut through the air. "Surely not everyone who knows the Rangers is that bad."

The room fell silent as every villain turned to see Duchess stepping out of the shadows.

"Oh, Duchess. It’s only you," Retia said, sounding disappointed.

"Yeah, we thought it was someone important—like Tommy," Mondo added, earning nods from Loki and a few others.

Loki shivered. "Ugh, I just hear that name and it makes me shudder all over."

Rito suddenly grinned as an idea formed in his head. He strolled over to Loki, leaned in, and whispered: "Tommy."

Loki shuddered. "Stop that!"

Rito smirked. "Tommy."

Another shudder.

"Do it again!" Loki said, grinning now.

"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy!" Rito repeated, sending Loki into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as the others chuckled along.

Duchess, however, remained unimpressed, watching the chaos unfold with an unamused expression. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I'm surrounded by idiots," she muttered, shaking her head.

"What, us? No way! You're one of us! I mean, you're our pal," Rito said, scratching his rump as he grinned at Duchess.

Duchess arched an eyebrow, her expression as flat as her tone. "Charmed."

Babo perked up, practically bouncing in place. "Hey, did you bring any food for us?"

The other villains muttered in agreement, suddenly realizing how hungry they were.

Duchess narrowed her eyes. "I didn’t come here to be your delivery service."

Babo pouted. "Aw, but we're starving! You know, running from Tommy really works up an appetite."

"Oh, I’m sure all that cowering in fear must be exhausting," Duchess drawled, rolling her eyes. She held up a slab of meat, smirking as the villains’ eyes locked onto it hungrily. "I practically gift-wrapped those girls for you, and you still couldn’t get rid of them."

The villains scrambled forward, hands outstretched as she tossed the meat to them like scraps to starving dogs.

Zedd, gnawing at a bone, frowned. "Well, what do you expect us to do? Kill Tommy?"

A slow, wicked smile spread across Duchess’s face. "Precisely."

The villains exchanged uneasy glances. Before they could respond, a geyser of steam erupted behind Duchess, casting her in an eerie glow as she spread her arms theatrically. Then, she began to sing.

"I know that your powers of retention

She sauntered toward Baboo, who was chewing noisily on a bone.

Are as thick as a Putty's backside.
But thick as you are, pay attention—

With a sharp kick, she sent the bone skittering away.

My words are a matter of pride."

She turned to the twins, trailing a gloved finger across their faces.

"It’s clear from your vacant expressions
That the lights are not all on upstairs."

Rito and Loki snorted with laughter—until Duchess suddenly shoved them backward. They tumbled into a nearby geyser, which erupted and shot them screaming into the air.

"But we’re talking kings and successions—
Even you can’t be caught unawares!"

She twirled onto a rocky ledge, beaming as the villains gazed up at her in a trance.

"So prepare for the chance of a lifetime!"
"Be prepared for sensational news!"

She grinned as they leaned in, spellbound.

"A shiny new era is tiptoeing nearer"

Divatox hesitated, frowning. "And where do we fit into all this?"

Duchess gave an indulgent smile, reaching down to pat Divatox’s head like a petulant child.

"Just listen to teacher."

"I know it sounds sordid, but you'll be rewarded,"
Duchess crooned as she leaped down, circling the villains like a prowling predator.

"When at last I am given my dues—"
She smirked wickedly, gesturing grandly.

"And in justice deliciously squared—"

The villains, caught up in her words, leaned in closer as Duchess’s eyes gleamed with dangerous delight.

"Be prepared!"

The mines echoed with the sound of her sinister laughter as the villains cheered, their hunger for vengeance reignited.

"Yeah, we’ll be prepared! …Wait, prepared for what?" Rita asked, frowning in confusion.

Duchess rolled her eyes, barely restraining her impatience. "For the death of the King."

Goldar tilted his head. "Wait… is he sick?"

"No, you idiot! We’re going to kill him. And Zara too." Duchess declared with a wicked grin.

Baboo clapped his hands together. "Hey, that’s a great idea!"

The villains erupted in excitement. "No King! No Queen! Fa-la-la-la-la!" they sang, cackling and cheering.

"IDIOTS! FOOLS! THERE WILL BE A QUEEN!" Duchess roared, silencing them instantly.

Zedd blinked. "But… you just said—"

"I WILL BE QUEEN!" she bellowed, her eyes burning with triumph. Then, throwing her arms wide, she declared, "Stick with me, and you’ll never go hungry again!"

The villains erupted into wild applause, their voices echoing through the cavern in a chaotic symphony of excitement.

"LONG LIVE THE QUEEN! LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!" they chanted, their eyes gleaming with hunger for power and revenge.

Duchess beamed, soaking in their devotion. With a dramatic flourish, she twirled in place, her cloak billowing behind her like a shadow creeping over the land.

"It’s great we’ll soon be connected
With a Queen who’ll be all-time adored!"

The villains joined in, their voices ragged yet eager as they sang:

"Of course, quid pro quo,
You’re expected
To take certain duties on board!"

Duchess strutted forward, her heels clicking against the rocky floor.

"The future is littered with prizes
And though I am the main addressee…"

She suddenly leaped down from her perch, landing gracefully in front of them, her piercing eyes locking onto theirs.

"The point that I must emphasize is…

She smirked wickedly, spreading her arms wide.

"YOU WON’T GET A SNIFF WITHOUT ME!"

Duchess balanced effortlessly atop the rising rock pillars, steam swirling around her like a ghostly veil. Her voice rang out, commanding and intoxicating as she continued her song.

"So prepare for the coup of the century,
Be prepared for the murkiest scum!

The villains clapped and stomped along, their enthusiasm growing as Duchess leaped gracefully between the shifting pillars.

"Meticulous planning,
Tenacity spanning,
Decades of denial,
Is simply why—"

She soared to the highest rock, spreading her arms wide as her cloak billowed behind her, resembling dark wings.

"I will be Queen! Unchallenged!
Admired! Saluted!"
And behold the marvel that I am!
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared,
So be prepared!"

The villains join in, their voices rising in unison.

"Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared,
Be prepared!"

The cavern echoed with their laughter, a chilling sound that reverberated through the darkened tunnels. Steam hissed from the geysers, casting eerie shadows on the rocky walls as Duchess surveyed her gathered army of misfits and scoundrels.

She smirked, pleased with their energy, their hunger for chaos fueling her own ambition. The time for waiting was over—her reign was on the horizon.

"Now," she purred, stepping down from her perch, "let's make sure Tommy Oliver and his little brat don’t see the sunrise."

The villains erupted into cheers once more, their excitement electrifying the air. The plan was in motion, and soon, the Power Rangers' greatest legend would fall.

Chapter Text

Zara stretched and grinned as the sunlight streamed through her window, her excitement bubbling up inside her. Last week had been tough, with her parents upset about her actions, but today was different. Today, she had a new lesson ahead, and she couldn’t wait. Tommy, who always had the best tricks and stories, had promised to teach her how to jump out of a tree like a ranger in combat. It sounded like the perfect way to learn a new skill and maybe even impress her parents later.

She quickly dressed, pulling on her favorite boots and snug jacket, and rushed downstairs. Her parents were in the kitchen, still grumbling a little about last week’s chaos, but Zara knew that today was a fresh start. Tommy had always been there for her, and she couldn’t wait for the pine forest lesson.

"Good morning, Zara," Tommy greeted with a smile, walking in just as Zara poured herself a glass of juice. "Ready for some adventure?"

"More than ready!" Zara responded, her voice full of energy. "I’ve been practicing my tree climbing, so I think I’m ready for the jump!"

Tommy chuckled, ruffling her hair. "We’ll see about that. Let’s head out to the forest, and I’ll show you how it’s done. But remember, it’s all about control and timing. You need to trust yourself."

Windigo and JJ exchanged a look, concern still lingering in their eyes, though they knew Zara’s determination all too well. Windigo, standing by the door, added with a hint of teasing in his voice, "Just be careful, Zara. I don't want you breaking something like your Aunty Molly. She’s been miserable all year long from that shattered leg."

Zara giggled, remembering how Aunt Molly had been laid up for so long after her accident. “I promise, I’ll be careful!” she said, throwing her arms around both her parents in a tight hug. "I’ll come back in one piece, I swear."

Windigo chuckled and squeezed her shoulders. "That’s my girl. Have fun, but remember—your safety comes first."

Her parents gave her one last affectionate look before Zara dashed out the door, feeling the weight of their love and their worries mixed together. With Tommy by her side, though, she felt confident she could tackle anything—even a tricky tree jump.

As she and Tommy set off toward the pine forest, Zara felt like she was ready for whatever the day had in store. She glanced back once more to wave at her parents before disappearing into the trees, eager to learn the ranger trick and make her family proud.

As Tommy and Zara headed into the forest they were unaware that in the shadows some of the minons of the ranger enermys and Duchess was watching from the shadows following of them.

After a while Tommy and Zara came to the middle of the forest where the biggest pine tree stood.

Tommy looked around, his eyes scanning the towering trees that surrounded them. The air was thick with the scent of pine, and the deep silence of the forest felt almost magical. Zara’s voice cut through the quiet as she gazed up at the enormous tree in awe.

"Is this the tree, grandfather?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

Tommy smiled and nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at the massive pine. “This is it. This tree’s been standing here for centuries, and it’s the perfect place to teach you how to make your jump. But remember, it’s not just about strength or speed. It’s about using the tree to your advantage, reading your surroundings, and making sure you land without getting hurt.”

Zara grinned, feeling a surge of excitement. “I can do it! Show me, please!”

Tommy chuckled and began to guide her to the base of the tree. As he did, though, his instincts prickled with the feeling that they weren’t alone. He didn’t let on, but his sharp eyes continued to scan the shadows between the trees. Something—or someone—was watching.

“Well, first things first,” Tommy said, his voice steady. "You need to get a good grip on the trunk. Climb up until you’re high enough to get the feel of what it’s like up there."

Zara scrambled up the tree with ease, her fingers finding the familiar grooves in the bark. She was quick, but Tommy’s trained eyes stayed alert, his mind racing with thoughts of the dangers lurking in the forest. The shadows in the distance felt unsettling.

Zara’s eyes sparkled with playful challenge as she looked down at Tommy. "Hey, grandfather, I bet I can beat you climbing this tree!" Her bright smile was infectious, and for a moment, the tension from the shadows seemed to fade.

Tommy’s eyebrows shot up in mock surprise, then he laughed heartily, his chest rumbling with the sound. "Oh, you are so on, young lady!" he declared, tossing the rope over his shoulder with a dramatic flourish. Without missing a beat, he gripped the trunk of the tree and started his climb.

Zara, never one to back down from a challenge, immediately started scaling the tree with determination. Her small hands and feet found the grooves in the bark as she quickly caught up to Tommy, her laughter echoing through the air.

Tommy, though quick and skilled in his own right, couldn’t help but chuckle at the competitive spirit Zara had inherited from him. She was gaining on him faster than he’d expected. As they neared the midsection of the tree, Tommy shot her a teasing glance, "Not bad, Zara! But I’m just warming up."

Zara beamed, giving it her all. "I’m not letting you win this time!"

The two of them raced up the tree, the branches swaying under their combined weight. Both were skilled climbers, but Zara’s energy and determination were impressive. She might not have had Tommy’s years of experience, but she was quick and fearless, just like her grandfather.

Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, the watchers waited, their eyes fixed on the pair. It wouldn’t be long before they had their opportunity. But for now, all that could be heard was the laughter of a grandfather and granddaughter, lost in their friendly competition.

Zara reached the top of the tree first, her triumphant cheer breaking the silence. "I win!" she shouted down, grinning ear to ear.

Tommy, just a few moments behind, looked up with a grin of his own. "Looks like you beat me this time," he admitted, panting slightly. "But that jump? That’s a different story!"

Zara’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "I’m ready for it!"

. Zara chuckled, adjusting the rope around her middle as Tommy tied it securely to the tree branch. "I get it, Grandfather," she said, her eyes dancing with excitement. "You don’t want to be the reason my parents and grandmothers come after you!"

Tommy gave her a wink as he finished tying the knot, making sure the rope was tight enough for safety but not so tight that it would hinder her movements. "Exactly," he said with a grin. "But you also need to trust the rope. It’ll keep you safe if anything goes wrong."

Zara nodded, taking a deep breath. She had climbed trees before, but this was different. She was about to jump, something she had never done from such a height. The thought of it made her nerves tingle with both excitement and a bit of fear.

"You ready?" Tommy asked, his voice firm but encouraging. "Remember, timing is everything. When you jump, focus on using your body to guide you. Trust the rope and your instincts."

"I’m ready," Zara said, her voice filled with determination. "I’ll make you proud!"

Tommy stepped back a bit, giving her space to prepare. His eyes scanned the surroundings once more, his instincts still telling him something wasn’t right. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside. Zara needed this lesson, and he wasn’t going to let anything distract him from that.

"Alright," Tommy said, his voice steady. "On the count of three. One... two... three!"

With a deep breath, Zara launched herself from the tree branch, her body twisting through the air. The rope caught her, and for a moment, she felt weightless, the rush of wind in her face as she flew through the forest.

It felt amazing.

Zara’s face lit up with excitement as she bounced on her heels. “That was amazing!” she yelled back to Tommy, her voice filled with joy. “I felt like I was flying!”

Tommy’s proud smile stretched across his face as he nodded approvingly. “Perfect, Zara! Now, climb back up and try a few more times. Then we’ll see if you’re ready for it without the rope.”

Zara wasted no time, scrambling back up the tree with the same energy that had made her race up earlier. She was already buzzing with the thrill of the jump, but Tommy was right—practice was key. She climbed quickly, her small hands and feet finding purchase in the rough bark as she made her way back to the top.

“Okay, I’m ready!” Zara called down, her voice full of determination.

Tommy watched her closely, still feeling a sense of unease in the pit of his stomach. The forest felt eerily still, too still. He tried to shake off the feeling as Zara prepared for her next jump.

“Alright, on three again. One... two... three!”

Zara launched herself into the air once more, her body soaring with newfound confidence. She landed smoothly, the rope catching her and guiding her safely to the ground. Her heart raced with exhilaration, but she was ready for more.

“This is so fun!” she shouted, her energy contagious. “Can I do it without the rope now?”

Tommy gave her a measured look, his instincts on high alert. “We’ll see, Zara. But you’ve got to be careful. This is where the real challenge starts.”

Zara had jumped countless times, each one feeling smoother and more effortless than the last. She had mastered the timing and rhythm, feeling more confident with each leap. The air was crisp, and the forest was alive with the sounds of nature, but Zara’s focus was entirely on her goal.

As she landed lightly from her twentieth jump, her chest heaving with excitement, she glanced up at Tommy. He was sitting casually on the tree branch above, his legs dangling, watching her with a proud smile.

“Okay, Zara,” Tommy said, his voice carrying the playful glint of a challenge. "I think you're ready now."

Zara beamed, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Ready for what?” she asked, still bouncing on her feet.

Tommy grinned, his eyes sparkling with pride. “No rope this time. It’s all on you. You’ve got the skill, now it’s time to trust yourself completely. I’m right here,” he added, giving her an encouraging nod. “But no safety net.”

Zara’s heart skipped a beat. The thought of jumping without the rope sent a thrill through her, but also a hint of nervousness. She looked up at Tommy, who was perched calmly on the branch, and then back down at the ground.

“You think I can do it?” she asked, her voice full of determination.

Tommy chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “I know you can. You’ve been nailing every jump. It’s all about the timing and trusting your instincts.”

Zara nodded, the excitement building inside her. "Alright," she said, her voice steady now. "I can do this."

Tommy shifted his weight slightly on the branch, making room for her to climb up to him. “Climb up here, then,” he said with a grin. “We’ll do it together.”

Zara’s eyes sparkled as she scrambled up the tree with practiced ease, quickly reaching Tommy’s perch. She paused for a moment, looking down at the ground far below. The adrenaline coursed through her veins, but Tommy’s calm presence made her feel like she could handle it.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Tommy said softly, his voice a reassuring anchor. “I’m here. Just focus on the jump.”

Zara took a deep breath and nodded. She felt the weight of Tommy’s trust in her, and it made her feel invincible. This time, she wasn’t just jumping for fun—she was proving to herself that she could do it without the safety net.

With one final glance at Tommy, Zara pushed off the branch, her body flying through the air. The wind whipped past her, and for a moment, she felt weightless, almost as if she were floating.

And then, just as quickly, her feet hit the ground. The landing was smooth, the ground soft beneath her. Zara didn’t even stumble as she landed lightly, her heart racing with the rush of her successful jump.

Zara landed gracefully on the forest floor, a bright smile spreading across her face as she turned to look up at Tommy. “How was that, Grandfather?” she called out excitedly, her heart still racing from the thrill of the jump.

Tommy, who was still perched on the thick branch above, grinned down at her. “Perfect, Zara! Now climb back up and—”

A sudden rustling in the trees made him pause. His instincts sharpened in an instant. That sound—it wasn’t the wind. It wasn’t an animal.

Before he could react, a dark, mocking voice cut through the air.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”

Tommy’s blood ran cold as he turned his head. Stepping out from the shadows, their sinister smiles gleaming in the dim light, were Duchess and Goldar.

Zara, still catching her breath from her jump, hadn’t noticed them yet. She was brushing the dirt off her clothes, preparing to climb again.

Tommy moved on instinct, his hand flying to his Dragon Dagger—but Duchess was quicker. With a swift, merciless kick, she struck his arm, sending the dagger spiraling through the air. It disappeared into the underbrush with a dull thud.

He barely had time to react before Babo and Squatt lunged at him, their weight slamming into his back. He staggered, fighting to stay upright, but Rito was already behind him, looping a noose around his neck in one fluid motion.

Tommy gasped, his hands flying to the rope as it tightened. He thrashed against them, but Goldar was there in an instant, shoving him backward until his heels met the edge of the branch.

Breathing hard, Tommy glared at Duchess. “Why are you doing this?” he demanded, his voice strained. “This madness—it doesn’t have to be this way. If you need food, supplies, anything—I’ll talk to my son, just don’t do this.”

Duchess didn’t answer right away. She only stared at him, her expression unreadable.

Then, slowly, she stepped forward.

Tommy tensed as she crouched down, meeting his gaze. For a fleeting moment, he thought he saw something in her eyes—something almost human.

Then, she smiled. Cold. Empty.

“Long live the king.”

And with one swift motion, she stomped on his fingers.

Tommy’s grip failed.

The last thing he saw was the sky above, framed by towering pines, before the world tilted—before the rope jerked tight.

"Quick, go!" Duchess hissed, shoving Goldar and the others back into the shadows just as Zara turned around.

Zara beamed, still breathless from the rush of her jump. "Grandfather, did you see that? I did it without the rope!" she called out excitedly.

But silence greeted her.

Confused, she took a step forward—then froze.

Her breath hitched, her heart slamming against her ribs.

And then she screamed.

Hanging from the branch where he had once sat, motionless, was her grandfather.

"GRANDFATHER!" Zara screamed, her voice breaking as panic took hold. She scrambled up the tree, desperate to reach him, but her hands were shaking too much to get a proper grip.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her vision blurring with tears. “No, no, no—this isn’t real,” she whispered, her whole body trembling. “What have I done?”

Her chest tightened, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think.

With a strangled sob, she backed away, nearly slipping on the branch. She had to get out of here—had to wake up from this nightmare.

She turned and climbed down as fast as she could, nearly falling in her haste. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she bolted, her legs carrying her as fast as they could through the forest.

She had to get back to Ranger Rock.

Had to tell someone.

Had to wake up.

Because this had to be a dream.

It had to be.

Zara ran blindly through the forest, branches whipping at her arms and face as she stumbled over roots and rocks. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps, her chest burning, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.

Her mind raced, screaming at her that this wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. Grandfather couldn’t be—

“No,” she choked out, shaking her head violently as she ran. “No, no, no!”

The towering cliffs of Ranger Rock finally came into view, and Zara pushed herself even harder, her legs threatening to give out beneath her.

"Hey Zara what's wrong" Scott asks looking at her in worry.

Zara’s breath hitched as a new wave of panic settled over her. If she told the grown-ups, she’d be in even worse trouble than last week. They’d blame her. They’d say it was her fault.

Her stomach twisted. No. She couldn’t let anyone know what happened.

She forced herself to take slow, shaky breaths, wiping at her tear-streaked face with trembling hands. She had to stay calm. If she acted suspicious, they’d start asking questions.

Scott was still watching her, waiting for an answer.

Zara swallowed hard, forcing a weak, shaky smile. “I—I just got spooked,” she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. “Grandfather—he’s fine. He just sent me back early.”

Scott frowned. “Zara, are you sure? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She nodded quickly, too quickly. “Yeah! I just—ran too fast. I tripped a few times. I’m okay.”

The other Rangers exchanged uncertain glances, but Scott hesitated before finally nodding. “Alright… if you say so.”

Relief flooded through Zara, but it didn’t last long.

Because she knew the truth.

And no matter how hard she tried to pretend everything was okay…

It wasn’t.

The next morning, Zara woke with a start, her heart still heavy with the memories of yesterday. She glanced out the window, the rain coming down in sheets and thunder rumbling in the distance. It was as if the storm outside mirrored the storm in her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened with her grandfather, but she knew she had to act like everything was normal.

Taking a deep breath, Zara forced herself out of bed. She dressed quickly, the weight of her secret pressing down on her as she moved through the motions. She had to keep up appearances.

As she made her way to the kitchen, the sounds of worried voices reached her ears. The others were already gathered around the table, speaking in hushed tones.

Zara hesitated for just a moment at the door, then stepped inside, hoping that the worry in the room wouldn’t be noticed on her face.

As Zara stepped into the kitchen, the worried voices of the adults filled the room. She froze in the doorway, her heart pounding in her chest.

Scott, her father JJ, and a few of the other Rangers were huddled around the table, speaking in hushed but urgent tones. Her grandmother stood by the stove, gripping a cup of tea so tightly that her knuckles were white.

“I’m telling you, something’s wrong,” Scott said firmly. “Tommy wouldn’t just disappear without telling anyone.”

Zara’s stomach twisted. She clenched her hands into fists, trying to steady herself. She had to act normal. She had to pretend.

Her father JJ ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his face. “We should’ve gone looking last night. I knew something was off when Zara came back alone.”

At the sound of her name, all eyes turned toward her.

Zara forced a smile, even as her legs trembled beneath her. “G-Good morning,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Her grandmother Katie rushed toward her, placing warm hands on her shoulders. “Sweetheart, where’s your grandfather? Did he say anything before you left?”

Zara’s mouth went dry. The words stuck in her throat.

If she told them, they’d know she had lied. They’d know she ran instead of helping him.

She forced a small shrug. “He just… wanted some time alone,” she said quietly. “He said he’d be back soon.”

It wasn’t a total lie—just not the full truth.

JJ’s sharp gaze lingered on her, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he didn’t say anything.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Then we’ll go look for him.”

Panic flared in Zara’s chest. No, no, no. If they went to the forest, they’d find out. They’d see what happened. The weight of the secret threatened to suffocate her. She had to stop them. But how?

Before she could say anything, her Aunt Molly spoke up. "Me and Amy will check the pine forest," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Zara’s heart skipped a beat, and her mind raced. If Molly and Amy went, they’d find her grandfather... they’d find the truth.

The others nodded, agreeing quickly as they began to form teams of two. Zara’s father, JJ, and Scott were discussing their route, while her grandmother pulled out a map to help them plan.

Zara felt her stomach drop. This isn’t good. Her mind raced, and her heart pounded in her chest. But before she could think of a plan, she felt her mother’s hand on her shoulder.

“Zara, you stay here with Amy and the other kids. We’ll be back as soon as possible,” Windigo said, her voice calm but firm, as if she were trying to soothe Zara’s growing anxiety.

Zara looked up at her mother, nodding without saying a word, her stomach in knots.

“Yes, mother,” she said quietly, her voice trembling just slightly.

Windigo gave her a reassuring squeeze before turning to join the others. One by one, they began to head out, leaving the house behind.

Zara stood there for a moment, watching them go, her thoughts swirling in confusion and dread. It was now only a matter of time. She could only hope that somehow, by some miracle, they wouldn’t find the truth.

The minutes felt like hours, and Zara’s heart continued to race. She tried to distract herself, but every sound from outside seemed to make her jump. Her mind kept replaying the events of yesterday, the weight of her secret growing heavier by the second.

And then, a blood-curdling scream cut through the air. Zara froze, her blood running cold.

"Kimberly!" the scream echoed again, full of raw panic and grief.

Zara’s breath hitched in her chest as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. They’d found him. Her grandfather. And they must have found him... like that.

Her mind spun wildly. What if they knew what had happened? What if they could see the truth in her eyes? How could she ever explain it? How could she ever live with herself, knowing she had caused his death?

But she couldn’t let anyone know. She couldn’t tell them the truth. She had to act normal. She had to pretend like everything was okay, even if it felt like the world was collapsing around her.

Zara forced her feet to move, trying to calm the panic rising in her chest. She turned toward the door, but before she could step outside, she heard more voices—her mother, Aunt Molly, and Amy, rushing back into the house.

“Zara!” Windigo called, her voice filled with concern. Zara quickly wiped her eyes, trying to compose herself, but her mother’s sharp gaze was on her. “What’s wrong?”

Zara took a deep breath, forcing a smile. “It’s nothing, just the thunderstorm,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t crack. "I'm fine."

Windigo didn't seem convinced, but she nodded and glanced at the others. "We need to get to the pine forest. Now. Stay here with the others."

As her mother left, Zara stood frozen, her mind spiraling into chaos. She couldn’t let anyone see through her, not now. She had to keep pretending—pretending like she hadn’t just destroyed everything.

Zara's heart skipped a beat as her father, JJ, knelt down in front of her. His face was serious, his eyes filled with concern. The way he looked at her made her stomach churn, her breath catching in her throat.

“Zara,” he began softly, his voice gentle but heavy with the weight of what he was about to say. “I have some bad news about your grandfather.”

Her entire body went numb. She swallowed hard, her mouth dry, trying to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to break free. No. No, this can't be happening.

Zara forced herself to speak, her voice shaky and unsteady. “What... what happened to him?”

JJ hesitated for a moment, clearly struggling with the words. “Zara... your grandfather’s gone.” He paused, his eyes searching hers for some kind of reaction. “We found him... we couldn’t save him.”

Zara’s world seemed to tilt, her chest tightening with guilt. Gone. She had known it was coming, but hearing the words, seeing the pain in her father’s eyes, felt like a sharp stab to her heart.

She bit her lip, her mind spinning, trying desperately to keep her composure. She had to act like she didn’t know, like she wasn’t the cause of it.

“I... I’m sorry, Daddy,” Zara whispered, her eyes stinging. “I didn’t know...”

JJ placed a hand on her shoulder, pulling her into a gentle embrace. “You don’t have to apologize, sweetheart. It’s not your fault. It’s just... a tragedy. We’ll figure out how to move forward. Together.”

Zara felt her father’s arms around her, but inside, she was falling apart. It is my fault, she thought, tears threatening to fall. I killed him.

"We have to bury him today" JJ tells her softly.

Zara’s chest tightened as her father’s words sank in. Bury him today. The weight of those words made everything feel so final, so irreversible. Her mind was a whirlwind, her heart aching, but she had to stay strong. She had to. She couldn't let anyone see how much pain she was in, or how much guilt was eating her alive inside.

Her father’s hand on her shoulder felt grounding, but it didn’t stop the chaos in her chest. "You have to say your goodbyes to him."

Zara nodded numbly, her eyes downcast, struggling to breathe through the lump forming in her throat. She had no idea how to say goodbye to him. How could she? He was gone, and it was her fault. She had failed him.

But she couldn’t show it. She had to pretend she was okay. Pretend everything was fine.

“Okay, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, trying to force herself to look up at him, but her gaze was already drifting toward the door. She could hear the rain pounding against the windows, a constant reminder of the storm outside and the storm inside her heart.

She stood, her legs shaky, and made her way toward the door. Every step felt like a thousand pounds, the weight of her guilt pressing down on her. As she walked out of the house, she tried to breathe, but it felt impossible. How could she stand there, at his grave, and pretend to be okay? How could she face everyone, knowing what she had done?

She could feel her father’s presence beside her, but all she could focus on was the distance she had to walk to the pine forest. To where it all happened. Where her grandfather had fallen.

And Zara felt, deep in her soul, that this was just the beginning of the pain she would have to live with.

As Zara walked beside her father, each step felt like an eternity. The air around her was thick with the heavy scent of rain and earth, the storm outside mirroring the storm inside her chest. Her hands trembled at her sides, her mind swirling with memories of yesterday, of her grandfather's warm smile, of the way he'd taught her, trusted her, and now... he was gone.

The rain fell in sheets, but Zara barely noticed it. She was numb, her feet carrying her forward on autopilot.

Her father, JJ, stayed close, his presence a small comfort in the chaos of her emotions. Every so often, he would glance at her, his eyes filled with concern, but Zara couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. How could she? She had been the one to fail him.

When they reached the spot by the pine tree—the one where her grandfather had fallen—the world seemed to stop. It was as if time itself was holding its breath, waiting for Zara to say something, to do something, but she was frozen. Her grandfather had spent so many years in these woods, teaching her the ways of the ranger, showing her the beauty of the trees, the earth, the sky—and now, he was gone.

Zara felt the tears starting to well in her eyes, but she forced them back, swallowing hard. She couldn't cry. She couldn’t. She had to be strong for everyone else.

JJ gently placed his hand on her shoulder, his voice soft. "You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready, Zara. But... he was your grandfather. You have every right to say goodbye."

Zara squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push down the wave of grief threatening to break free. But she couldn’t stop it. Not anymore.

She nodded slowly, the tears finally slipping down her face. "I’ll say goodbye," she whispered, her voice cracked.

She knelt down beside the small, simple grave that had been dug. The ground was wet and muddy, but Zara didn’t care. She placed her hand over her heart, her thoughts on the memories of all the times her grandfather had made her laugh, had shown her love, had trusted her.

"Grandfather," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’m sorry... I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t mean for you to... go."

The words felt like a weight, heavy and suffocating. She had to say something more, something meaningful, but the guilt kept blocking her. She felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“Please forgive me,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I never wanted to hurt you. I... I love you.”

She stayed there for what felt like hours, the rain soaking her through, her heart aching with the sorrow of knowing she could never make it right. But deep down, she knew that no matter how much she tried, she could never undo what had happened.

After a long silence, JJ knelt beside her. "Zara," he said softly, pulling her close. "You don’t have to carry this alone. We’ll get through this, okay? We’ll do it together."

Zara leaned into her father, her body shaking with quiet sobs. The guilt, the loss, everything she had been holding in finally erupted, and she let it all out. She had tried so hard to hold it together, but now, in the face of the grave and her own heartache, she couldn’t do it anymore.

But no matter how much she cried, the truth remained: she would never be able to undo the past.

The air was thick with the smell of wet earth and rotting leaves, the remnants of the storm still hanging in the air. Zara walked slowly, each step a small effort. The weight of the day pressed heavily on her chest, and she felt the weight of her grief and guilt pulling her down with every breath.

The swampy side of the lake was quiet, save for the soft murmur of water lapping at the muddy shore. Zara had always found solace here, by the water’s edge, where the world seemed to pause. But today, everything felt different—heavier, colder. She couldn’t shake the image of her grandfather’s lifeless body, his absence a void that threatened to swallow her whole.

She sat down on a large, weathered stone, her knees drawn up to her chest as she stared out across the murky water. The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and purple, but the beauty of it all felt distant, as if it belonged to someone else.

Zara buried her face in her hands, trying to push the thoughts away, but they kept returning. The sounds of her grandfather’s laughter, the way he had smiled when he taught her, the way he had believed in her... It all felt like a dream, slipping further and further away with every passing second.

Her hands trembled as she wiped away the tears that fell freely now, the sorrow and regret too much to hold back any longer. I should’ve stopped. I should’ve told someone. I shouldn’t have gone up there alone.

But it was too late for that. No amount of “should’ve” could change what had already happened.

The sound of footsteps behind her caught her attention and she turned to face Duchess.

"Duchess what you doing here?" Zara asks shocked.

"Zara what have you done?" Duchess asks with a shocked voice as Zara panics hoping she dosnt know her secret.

"I dont know what you talking about" She says trying to act casurle as Duchess shook her head.

"I saw you kill your grandfather" Duchess tells her as Zara looks at her in shock.

Zara’s heart skipped a beat. Her blood ran cold, and her breath hitched in her throat. She saw? The world seemed to spin around her as she struggled to process what Duchess had just said.

“I... I didn’t—” Zara stammered, panic rising in her chest. She tried to steady herself, but her mind was racing. How could she know? She hadn't told anyone, and she couldn’t possibly have seen—could she?

Duchess' piercing gaze never wavered. She took a step closer, her expression a mix of disbelief and cold calculation. “You think you can hide what you've done, Zara? You think you can live with this secret forever?”

Zara swallowed hard, every instinct screaming at her to run, but her feet felt like they were glued to the ground. The weight of her guilt threatened to crush her under its force, and her throat felt tight, choking on the lies she wanted to spill, but couldn’t.

“I—I didn’t mean for it to happen. I didn’t... I wasn’t trying to...” Zara faltered, the words coming out in a tumble of guilt and helplessness.

Duchess’ smile was cold, calculating, her eyes glinting with dark amusement. “I didn’t say you meant to, child. But you did, didn’t you? You were too careless, too reckless. And now, look what’s happened.” Her voice dripped with venom. “Your grandfather’s gone because of you.”

Tears blurred Zara’s vision, but she tried to hold them back, unable to let herself fall apart completely. "I didn’t mean to..." she whispered, her voice breaking.

Duchess’s grip tightened as she looked down at Zara, her eyes gleaming with something darker than sympathy—something far colder. "Of course, no one ever means for these things to happen," she said, almost too sweetly, before her voice dropped into something sharp. "But the King is dead. And if it wasn’t for you, he’d still be alive." The words echoed in Zara’s ears, a constant reminder of her guilt, even if it wasn’t entirely her fault.

Zara felt her heart sink lower, her body shaking with the weight of it all. She couldn’t escape her thoughts, the truth of what had happened pressing down on her like a crushing weight. She didn’t know what to do anymore.

Duchess gasped dramatically as though the weight of her own realization had finally hit her. "What will your family think?" she mused aloud, as though pondering an intriguing puzzle. The fear on Zara’s face only deepened. "What will they think when they learn the truth?"

Zara’s hands clenched at her sides, her mind spinning. No. No, no, no. She couldn’t let them know. She couldn’t tell anyone what really happened. If she did, her family would never forgive her. She couldn’t face that.

"What am I going to do?" Zara cried, desperation creeping into her voice. Her eyes searched desperately for an answer, any answer, in Duchess’ cold, calculating gaze.

Duchess seemed to relish in the chaos swirling around Zara. "Run," she said simply, her voice laced with something darkly amused. "Run far away and never return."

Zara's heart raced as her feet pounded against the ground, her breath coming in desperate gasps. Every step felt like it could be her last, every sound in the forest behind her a reminder that she was being hunted. Run, run, run—the only thing she could do now was escape.

Behind her, Duchess’s cold, cruel laughter echoed, sending shivers down Zara’s spine. She dared not look back, terrified that she would see the villains closing in on her. She just had to keep running.

But then came the sharp, commanding voice of Duchess. "Kill her," she said simply, as though Zara’s life meant nothing.

The words cut through the air like a blade, and Zara felt the weight of them settle deep in her chest. They’re coming for me.

She pushed herself harder, faster, the ground beneath her feet feeling like it was slipping away. Branches whipped at her skin, but she didn’t slow down. She couldn’t. Not now. She could hear the crunch of footsteps behind her, too close for comfort. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Her thoughts raced, her mind a blur of panic and desperation. Where am I going? But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she had to get away, had to survive.

Zara could hear the villains now, their footsteps getting louder and closer. They were coming for her, and she was running out of time.

Zara's heart thundered in her chest as she stood at the edge of the cliff. The ground beneath her feet was slick with rain, the wind howling in her ears. Below, the jagged thorns and branches twisted like a deadly maze, and beyond that, the desert stretched endlessly.

No choice...

She glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes wide with terror as the villains closed in on her. Duchess’s mocking laughter echoed through the trees, and Zara felt a cold, sickening chill run through her veins. There was no escape. No other way.

Her breath caught in her throat. Without thinking, without looking back, she hurled herself into the air.

The wind whipped around her, her body weightless as she descended. The thorns below loomed closer, sharp and unforgiving, but Zara couldn't stop herself. Her heart raced with fear as she plummeted down, the ground rushing toward her.

She reached out instinctively, grabbing for anything that could slow her fall. Her fingers brushed against branches, and for a moment, she thought she had caught something, but they snapped under her weight, sending her spiraling downward.

The thorns were close now—too close. Zara squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact, but before the sharpness could pierce her skin, a sudden burst of pain shot through her body as she collided with something. The air was knocked out of her lungs, and she gasped for breath, struggling to understand what had just happened.

For a moment, everything went black.

When Zara opened her eyes again, she found herself tangled in branches and vines, her body aching all over. Her head throbbed painfully, and she could barely focus on anything as she tried to collect her bearings. The sounds of the villains searching for her echoed through the trees above, but they hadn’t reached the cliff yet.

I made it...

Her thoughts were hazy as she struggled to move, but the pain was overwhelming. She looked around, hoping for some kind of escape, but the only thing she could see was the wilderness around her—endless, unforgiving.

I have to keep moving... I can’t stay here.

With determination, Zara forced herself to her feet, using the branches for support as she carefully made her way deeper into the thicket. Every step was a struggle, her limbs heavy and bruised, but she couldn’t stop. Not now.

She couldn’t afford to let them find her.

Rito grumbled as he dusted himself off, still wincing from the sharp thorns that had pierced his rear. “I swear, next time I’m taking the easy route.” He scowled at the ground, clearly annoyed by the sharp pain.

Babo snickered, giving Rito a playful shove. “Next time, maybe don’t go tumbling into the thorns like that,” he teased, his voice filled with amusement. He pointed into the distance where Zara was running, her figure growing smaller but still visible as she dashed through the trees. “Hey, there she goes! There she goes!”

Goldar’s voice echoed through the trees as he caught up with the others, shaking his head in disbelief. “There is no way I’m going in there. What do you want us to do, come out looking like you, Cactus Bones?” he sneered at Rito, flicking a sharp thorn in his direction with a mischievous grin.

Rito flinched as the thorn hit his face, his expression turning sour. “Hey! That wasn’t funny, Goldar!” he growled, swiping the thorn off his face, though he couldn’t stop the faint blush of embarrassment.

Babo chuckled at the exchange, watching as Rito fumbled to brush himself off. “Goldar’s got a point, though. This place is a mess, and we’re not exactly built for stealth,” he said, eyeing the thorns and bushes warily.

"Hey I have an idea. If she comes back, we kill her" Squat says excited.

"Good idea" Rito says looking at Zara in the distance. "HEY IF YOU EVER COME BACK WE KILL YOU" He yells out to her as they all laugh.

Zara, hearing Rito's shout from far away, froze in her tracks for a moment. The words pierced through the night, and she felt her heart skip a beat. The terror of being hunted still clung to her, and now, the confirmation that they would kill her if she ever returned made her blood run cold.

She didn’t dare stop to look back. The weight of their threats only pushed her forward faster, forcing her legs to move despite the exhaustion creeping through her body. She was too far from home now. There was no turning back.

But she could hear them laughing, their cruel voices echoing in the forest behind her, sending chills down her spine. Each step she took felt heavier than the last, but she couldn't afford to slow down. Zara had to keep moving.

In the distance, she saw the outline of the desert ahead, its dry, barren land a harsh contrast to the green wilderness she had just fled. She didn’t know where she was going or what would happen next, but the one thing Zara did know was that her life had changed forever.

The atmosphere at Ranger Rock was heavy with sorrow. Windigo stood motionless, her face stricken with grief, tears threatening to spill but held back by a stoic mask. She could hardly comprehend what had happened—Tommy was gone, and Zara, her daughter, was lost in a way she couldn’t even bring herself to describe. Amy, her heart shattered, wept beside her, her sobs echoing through the night as the pain of losing her best friend consumed her. The weight of the moment was unbearable, the air thick with the silence of mourning.

Duchess, ever the manipulator, stood at the center of the gathering, a twisted satisfaction in her gaze as she surveyed the faces of the crowd. Her voice rang out cold and calculated, cutting through the grief-stricken silence.

"Tommy's loss was a tragedy," Duchess began, her tone dripping with false sincerity. "But to lose Zara, who barely began to live... it's not fair. Yet, out of the ashes, we must rise." She paused, letting the words sink in. "And the dawn of a new era has begun, with me in charge."

The crowd stood frozen, shock and horror flashing across their faces as the villains—Goldar, Rito, Babo, Squatt, and others—emerged from the shadows, their presence an unmistakable symbol of doom. The Rangers, once united in their fight for peace, now found themselves staring at the very figures they had fought against for so long. They could hardly believe their eyes.

"And the dawn of a new era has begun," Duchess continued, her voice rising with triumph as she stepped onto the platform of Ranger Rock, her heels clicking sharply against the stone. "Rangers and villains shall live together side by side."

She raised her arms in a mock gesture of leadership, her eyes gleaming with ambition as she took her place at the heart of the platform, her new throne.

The room was filled with a mixture of disbelief and anger. Some stood in silence, unable to accept the reality of what was unfolding, while others struggled to keep their emotions in check. Windigo's fists clenched at her sides, the urge to cry out in defiance overwhelming, but she stood silent, knowing there was nothing she could do now.

Amy, still crying, looked up at Duchess with a mixture of hatred and disbelief. "This isn’t over," she whispered to herself, though the words felt small against the overwhelming tide of the villains’ presence.

Duchess, oblivious to the quiet whispers of defiance, smiled wickedly as she surveyed the crowd, the reign of the Rangers now over and a new, dark era beginning.

High in his tree, Keeper sat alone, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. The wind whispered softly through the branches, but it brought no comfort. His eyes were fixed on the tree before him, the one where Zara’s drawing had once been etched. The delicate lines had been carved with a purpose, capturing the essence of her spirit in a way only she could.

Zara had always been full of life, her presence brightening the darkest days. The drawing, etched deeply into the bark, had been a symbol of her potential, her future. But now, it was a haunting reminder of everything that was lost.

Keeper’s fingers gently traced the edges of the carving, where the lines had once been sharp and clear. His heart tightened as he realized that the image of Zara, forever immortalized in the tree, would now never change. It would remain there—untouched by time—just as she was gone, taken before her time.

A pang of sorrow ripped through him. With a trembling hand, he pressed his palm to the smooth surface of the tree, wishing he could somehow undo the tragedy, erase the sorrow. He closed his eyes for a moment, his chest heavy with grief. The wind picked up again, but it felt colder now, sharper.

Keeper exhaled slowly, his breath shaky. There was no way to bring Zara back, no way to change what had happened. But this tree—this tree would always carry her, always carry the memory of her brightness, her laughter, her potential. The carving was a part of the land, and as long as the tree stood, so too would her spirit.

He rested his forehead against the rough bark for a moment, grounding himself. Zara might be gone, but the memory of her would live on in this place. He would carry that with him, and as long as the tree stood, her story would

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Zara had run—oh, how she had run. For an entire week, she hadn’t stopped, not for food, not for water. Her legs trembled with exhaustion, her breath came in ragged gasps, but she couldn’t stop now. She had crossed the endless stretch of the desert, where the scorching sun had beaten down on her mercilessly. She had trudged through dry valleys, her feet blistered and aching, and now, at last, she had reached the mountains.

Towering trees stretched higher than anything she had ever seen, their thick canopies casting long shadows over the rugged path ahead. The mountain loomed before her, its peak disappearing into the clouds. She had no idea where she was going—only that she had to keep moving.

Zara found a narrow pathway winding through the trees and followed it, her body screaming for rest. The babbling of a nearby stream guided her steps as she climbed higher, the crisp mountain air a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the desert. Day blurred into night, and still, she climbed, her determination outweighing her fatigue.

Zara found a narrow pathway winding through the towering pine trees, their dark green needles whispering in the wind. She pushed forward, her body screaming for rest, but her will refused to let her stop. The babbling of the nearby stream became her guide, a comforting sound in the silence of the mountain.

The crisp night air bit at her skin, a stark contrast to the relentless desert heat she had escaped. Her legs trembled with exhaustion, but still, she climbed. Time felt meaningless—day blurred into night, and the stars above twinkled like distant promises of safety.

At last, the stream led her to a shimmering lake, its surface smooth as glass under the moonlight. The sight of the water was almost too much to bear. She stumbled forward, every step an effort, her throat dry and aching. She struggled to lean down, cupping her trembling hands to take a sip.

But the moment the cool water touched her lips, her strength gave out. Her body collapsed onto the soft shore, her breathing shallow, her vision swimming. The last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was the moon reflected on the water—silent, watching, waiting.

Mark and Elizabeth wandered along the lake’s edge, searching for bits of lake glass glinting in the sunlight when Elizabeth suddenly gasped.

"Mark, look!" she exclaimed, rushing forward.

There, lying motionless on the shore, was a young girl. Her clothes were tattered, her face pale, and her body far too thin. Elizabeth knelt beside her, gently brushing tangled strands of hair from the girl’s face.

“Oh, the poor thing… Where could she have come from?” she murmured.

Mark crouched beside her, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings. “She’s not from the village. I’d bet on that.”

Elizabeth turned to him, concern etched across her face. “We can’t just leave her here. Should we take her home?”

Mark didn’t hesitate. He carefully lifted the girl into his arms, cradling her fragile frame. “We have to. If we don’t, she won’t survive the night.”

With that, they turned toward home, the girl’s shallow breaths barely stirring against Mark’s chest.

Elizabeth watched as Mark carefully lifted the frail girl into his arms, cradling her gently. Zara barely stirred, her face pale, her breathing shallow.

“She’s so light…” Elizabeth murmured, worry evident in her voice. “She must not have eaten in days.”

Mark nodded, his expression grim. “We’ll take her home. Get her warm, get some food in her.”

Elizabeth brushed a hand over Zara’s forehead, frowning at the warmth of her skin. “She might have a fever too…”

The two of them started back toward their small cottage on the edge of the village, Mark holding Zara close as if she might disappear at any moment. Elizabeth walked beside him, glancing back at the lake.

“Where did you come from, little one?” she whispered, knowing Zara couldn’t answer, but hoping that, in time, she would.

As Mark and Elizabeth approached their home, the familiar sight of their three-story cottage nestled among towering pines brought a sense of comfort. The cottage was sturdy, built of stone and dark wood, with ivy creeping along its walls. Warm light flickered from the windows, casting a golden glow against the cool evening air.

Surrounding the cottage was a small but thriving farm. A vegetable garden stretched along the side, neat rows of cabbages, carrots, and herbs swaying gently in the breeze. A wooden fence enclosed a modest pasture where a few goats and sheep dozed peacefully. The scent of fresh hay and pine needles filled the air, mingling with the distant sound of a brook trickling nearby.

Mark carried Zara up the wooden steps to the front door, pushing it open with his shoulder. The inside of the cottage was just as inviting—stone walls lined with shelves of books, dried herbs hanging from the rafters, and a large fireplace crackling warmly in the main sitting room. The scent of fresh bread lingered in the air, remnants of Elizabeth’s baking earlier that day.

Elizabeth hurried ahead, clearing the worn couch by the hearth. She grabbed a thick wool blanket and spread it out as Mark gently laid Zara down.

“I’ll heat some broth,” Elizabeth said, already moving toward the small kitchen tucked into the corner. “She’s too weak for anything heavy.”

Mark knelt beside the couch, brushing Zara’s tangled hair from her face. In the firelight, her skin looked even paler, her cheeks hollow from exhaustion. He sighed, glancing toward his wife.

“She’s been through something terrible,” he murmured.

Elizabeth nodded as she stirred the broth. “We’ll find out, when she’s ready to tell us.”

For now, all they could do was keep her safe.

As the fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows along the stone walls, Zara stirred slightly, a faint whimper escaping her lips. Mark instinctively reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her forehead. She was burning up.

Elizabeth quickly returned with a bowl of warm broth and a damp cloth. Kneeling beside Zara, she gently dabbed the cloth against the girl’s forehead. “She’s burning up,” she murmured. “We’ll need to bring her fever down.”

Mark nodded. “Let’s start with small sips of broth. If she can keep that down, we’ll try some tea with honey.”

Elizabeth carefully lifted Zara’s head, pressing the edge of a wooden spoon against her lips. At first, Zara didn’t respond, too weak to drink. But after a few moments, her parched lips parted slightly, allowing a trickle of broth to slip past.

“There we go,” Elizabeth soothed, brushing a few strands of hair away from the child’s sweat-dampened forehead.

Mark sat back, watching the girl with a mix of concern and curiosity. “She’s not from the village,” he said again, shaking his head. “She must have come from somewhere far… to be in this state.”

Elizabeth nodded, glancing toward the window where the moonlight filtered through the trees. “She crossed the desert, Mark. The mountains. Alone.”

A heavy silence fell between them. Whatever had driven this girl to flee—whatever she was running from—had to be terrible.

Mark sighed, rubbing his temples. “We’ll keep her safe.”

Elizabeth gave him a firm look. “Of course, we will.”

Zara shifted again, her breathing still shallow, but steady. They didn’t know who she was or where she had come from. But one thing was certain—she was theirs to protect now.

The night passed slowly, filled with restless murmurs from the girl as she drifted in and out of fevered sleep. Elizabeth stayed by her side, gently wiping her forehead with a cool cloth, whispering reassurances even though she wasn’t sure if the child could hear her.

By the time dawn crept through the windows, the fever had broken. The girl’s breathing was steadier, her body no longer shivering. Mark, who had dozed off in the chair by the fireplace, woke with a start when Elizabeth placed a hand on his shoulder.

“She’s cooler now,” Elizabeth whispered, relief softening her voice.

Mark exhaled, running a hand over his face before nodding. “That’s good. She’ll need food when she wakes.”

Elizabeth glanced at the sleeping child, noting the hollowness of her cheeks and the way her ribs pressed beneath her skin. “More than that,” she said softly. “She needs time. She’s been through something terrible.”

Mark stood and stretched. “I’ll check the animals and gather some eggs,” he said. “Maybe the smell of breakfast will wake her.”

As he left, Elizabeth remained by the child’s side, brushing a few stray curls from her face. For the first time, she looked peaceful.

A short time later, the comforting scent of fresh bread and sizzling eggs filled the cottage. Mark had set the table with a simple meal, and Elizabeth brought over a small cup of honey-sweetened tea.

As the morning light grew stronger, the girl stirred. Her eyelids fluttered before she slowly opened them, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. Panic flickered in her eyes, and she tried to sit up, only for weakness to send her collapsing back against the pillow.

“Easy now,” Elizabeth soothed, quickly moving to her side. “You’re safe.”

The girl’s gaze darted between Elizabeth and Mark, confusion evident.

Mark offered a gentle smile. “You’re in our home. We found you by the lake.”

The girl swallowed, her voice barely a whisper. “Where… am I?”

Elizabeth poured a small spoonful of tea and held it to her lips. “You’re in the valley, at the edge of the pine forest. You’ve been asleep for nearly a day.”

The girl hesitated before taking a small sip. The warmth seemed to ease her, though her hands still trembled.

“What’s your name, child?” Mark asked gently.

For a long moment, the girl was silent. Then, finally, she murmured, “Tomi.”

Elizabeth smiled softly. “That’s a beautiful name, Tomi.”

Tomi’s gaze flickered toward the window, where towering pine trees swayed gently in the morning breeze. A shadow of fear crossed her face as memories of her long journey surfaced.

Elizabeth noticed and placed a reassuring hand on her arm. “You don’t have to talk about anything yet,” she said kindly. “Just rest. You’re safe here.”

Tomi didn’t speak, but the tension in her body lessened slightly.

Mark exchanged a glance with Elizabeth. Whoever this girl was, whatever had driven her here—they would help her. No matter what.

"You know we should induced you to the lumberjack boys Bruce and Denver. They are a bit older then you but I think you two get on just fine" Mark says lighting his pipe.

Tomi hesitated, glancing between Mark and Elizabeth. The names were unfamiliar, but something in Mark’s tone told her these *lumberjack boys* were important to him.

Elizabeth shot her husband a look. “Mark, let the poor girl settle in first before throwing more people at her,” she scolded, though there was warmth in her voice.

Mark chuckled, taking a slow draw from his pipe. “I know, I know. Just thinking ahead. Bruce and Denver could show her the ropes, teach her how to climb trees, maybe even help her get her strength back.”

Tomi stared at the flickering fire, unsure how to respond. The idea of meeting new people made her stomach twist, but… it didn’t sound awful. Maybe having someone closer to her age around wouldn’t be so bad.

Elizabeth noticed her hesitation and gave her a reassuring smile. “No rush, dear. You’ll meet them when you’re ready.”

Mark nodded. “They’re good boys, strong as oxen but kind-hearted. You’ll see.”

Tomi said nothing, only nodding slightly as she let the warmth of the fire and the quiet comfort of her new surroundings sink in.

The fire crackled softly, filling the cozy living room with warmth. Tomi sat curled up in a thick, handwoven blanket, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her. Elizabeth had given her a warm bowl of stew, and though her stomach was still uneasy, she forced herself to eat small bites.

Mark sat in his rocking chair, puffing on his pipe, while Elizabeth busied herself tidying up. Outside, the wind whistled through the towering pines, a comforting, familiar sound to the couple but foreign to Tomi.

After a while, Mark spoke again. “So, Tomi… where did you come from?”

Tomi hesitated, her spoon hovering over the bowl. Her throat tightened as she thought about her grandfather be hanged by her and the ghost of her crime that chased her all the way here.

Elizabeth must have sensed her unease because she placed a gentle hand on Tomi’s shoulder. “It’s all right, sweetheart. You don’t have to tell us right away.”

Tomi lowered her gaze. “It… doesn’t matter,” she mumbled.

Mark exchanged a look with Elizabeth but didn’t push further. Instead, he leaned forward slightly. “Well, whatever brought you here, just know you’re safe now. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

Safe. The word felt foreign to Tomi. Could she really believe it?

Elizabeth smiled softly. “Why don’t we show you your room? You need proper rest, and tomorrow, we can figure things out together.”

Tomi nodded hesitantly, allowing Elizabeth to help her to her feet. As they led her up the wooden staircase, she couldn’t help but wonder—was this truly a new beginning, or was the past destined to catch up with her?

Elizabeth led Tomi up the stairs, her footsteps light against the polished wood. The house had a comforting scent of pine, old books, and the lingering warmth of the fire below. Mark followed behind, his pipe still resting between his fingers as he watched the girl carefully.

At the top of the stairs, Elizabeth pushed open a door to a cozy bedroom. The space was small but inviting—thick quilts covered the wooden-framed bed, and a soft rug lay on the floor. A small window overlooked the farm, where the lanterns near the barn cast a golden glow against the darkness.

“This will be your room,” Elizabeth said gently. “It used to belong to our niece when she visited, but she’s grown now and has a home of her own.”

Tomi stepped hesitantly inside, her fingers brushing over the quilt. The room felt… safe. Safer than anywhere she had been in a long time.

Mark leaned against the doorframe. “You know, we should introduce you to the lumberjack boys—Bruce and Denver. They’re a bit older than you, but I think you’d get along just fine.”

Tomi blinked, turning to look at him. “Lumberjack boys?”

Mark chuckled, puffing a ring of smoke from his pipe. “Aye. They work up in the mountains cutting timber. Strong as oxen, but good boys. They stop by now and then to help out on the farm.”

Elizabeth smiled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind Tomi’s ear. “For now, you just get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day, sweetheart.”

Tomi hesitated but eventually nodded. As Elizabeth pulled the blankets up around her, she couldn’t help but sink into the warmth.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t running.

For the first time, she allowed herself to close her eyes.

Morning light filtered through the small window, casting golden beams across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh bread and pine smoke drifted through the house, coaxing Tomi from sleep. For a moment, she forgot where she was, her body tensing as if expecting the need to run. But then she remembered—the warm blankets, Elizabeth’s kindness, Mark’s quiet watchfulness.

She sat up slowly, her muscles aching from days of exhaustion. The room was quiet, save for the muffled sounds of the farm waking up outside—the clucking of chickens, the distant creak of a wagon wheel, and the rhythmic thud of an axe striking wood.

Curious, Tomi pushed off the blankets and crept to the window. Down below, Mark was speaking to two young men, both tall and broad-shouldered. One had dark hair, tied back messily, while the other’s was a lighter shade, tousled from the wind. They laughed at something Mark said, and the darker-haired one wiped sweat from his brow before hoisting a large bundle of firewood onto his shoulder.

Bruce and Denver, she thought. The lumberjack boys.

A soft knock at the door made her turn. Elizabeth peeked in, smiling warmly. “Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?”

Tomi hesitated, then nodded. “…Good.”

Elizabeth’s smile widened. “That’s wonderful. Come on down when you’re ready—breakfast is waiting, and we’ve got some people who would love to meet you.”

Tomi’s stomach growled at the mention of food. She gave a small nod, and Elizabeth left her to get dressed. She ran a hand through her tangled hair, exhaling slowly. Meeting new people wasn’t something she was used to anymore. But something about this place—about Mark and Elizabeth—made her want to try.

With that thought, she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and headed downstairs.

As Tomi reached the bottom of the stairs, a sharp bark rang through the house. Before she could react, a blur of black and white fur bounded toward her, nearly knocking her over.

"Betty!" Elizabeth laughed as the border collie excitedly circled Tomi, her tail wagging so hard it was a blur.

Tomi froze for a moment, unused to such an enthusiastic greeting. But Betty didn’t seem to mind. She nudged Tomi’s hand with her cold nose, then sat down and looked up at her expectantly, tongue lolling out.

“She likes you,” Mark said from the kitchen, sipping his coffee. “That’s a good sign. Betty’s a great judge of character.”

Tomi hesitated before slowly reaching out. Betty gave a happy yip and licked her fingers, making her smile despite herself.

“She’s… soft,” Tomi murmured, running her hand through the dog’s thick fur.

Elizabeth beamed. “She’s been with us for years. Smart as anything, too. Helps herd the animals and keeps the farm in order.”

Betty barked again, as if in agreement, then nudged Tomi’s leg before trotting toward the door.

“She wants you to follow her,” Mark said, amused. “Come on, let’s get some food in you first. Then we’ll introduce you to the rest of the farm.”

Tomi nodded, giving Betty one last scratch behind the ears before following them into the kitchen. For the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of warmth in her chest—like maybe, just maybe, she had found a place where she could belong.

Tomi followed Elizabeth and Mark into the kitchen, where the warm scent of fresh bread and simmering stew filled the air. The wooden table in the center of the room was set with a few simple dishes, and a pot hung over the fireplace, steam curling up from its surface.

Elizabeth guided Tomi to a chair and gently pushed a bowl of thick stew in front of her. “Eat up, dear. You need your strength.”

Tomi hesitated at first, but the hunger gnawing at her stomach was too strong to ignore. She picked up the spoon and took a cautious sip. The rich flavors of meat, vegetables, and herbs filled her mouth, and before she knew it, she was eating greedily, her hands shaking slightly as she scooped up each bite.

Mark chuckled, watching her. “Slow down, lass. There’s plenty more if you want it.”

Tomi swallowed and looked up at them. She wasn’t used to this—warmth, kindness, people who cared. It felt strange, but… nice.

Betty flopped down beside her chair, her tail wagging lazily as she rested her head on her paws. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a golden glow over the room, making the whole cottage feel safe and welcoming.

Elizabeth poured her a cup of tea and sat down across from her. “Once you’ve eaten, we’ll get you settled in properly. You’ll have a room upstairs, and tomorrow, we can show you around the farm.”

Tomi looked up, spoon pausing midair. “The farm?”

Mark nodded, puffing on his pipe. “Aye. We’ve got animals, crops, and plenty of work to keep us busy. And I meant what I said earlier—we’ll introduce you to Bruce and Denver. They help out with the lumber work. I’ve got a feeling you three will get along just fine.”

Tomi wasn’t sure how to respond. She had spent so long running, hiding, surviving on her own. The idea of staying in one place, of being part of something… it was overwhelming.

But as she took another bite of stew and felt its warmth spread through her, she thought that maybe, just maybe, this place could be different.

The front door burst open with a gust of warm air, followed by the sound of heavy boots stomping against the wooden floor. Laughter rang out as two young teenagers stepped inside, grinning like they’d just shared a great joke.

Bruce, the taller of the two, ran a hand through his messy brown hair, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Whew! It’s hot enough out there to cook a man!"

Denver, slightly shorter but just as broad-shouldered, clapped him on the back. "You say that every summer, Bruce. Maybe if you actually unbuttoned your coat, you wouldn’t be complaining."

Mark chuckled from his chair, taking a slow draw from his pipe. "You two causing trouble again?"

"Always," Denver replied with a smirk. Then his gaze landed on Tomi, who was still seated at the table with Betty curled at her feet. His teasing grin softened into something more curious. "Hey, who’s this?"

Elizabeth wiped her hands on her apron and gestured toward Tomi. "This is Tomi. We found her by the lake, poor thing. She’s been through a lot."

Bruce leaned forward, resting his hands on the back of a chair. "Tomi, huh? Well, you picked a good spot to show up. This house has the best food in the whole valley."

Denver nodded in agreement. "And if you ever need anything, just ask. Bruce talks too much, but he’s got a good heart, and I’m not too bad myself." He shot her a friendly wink.

Tomi hesitated, looking between them. Their easy smiles and warm energy were unfamiliar, but… not unpleasant. She gave a small nod.

Bruce clapped his hands together. "Well, now that we’re all introduced, what’s for breakfast? I can smell that stew from outside, and I’m starving!"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes playfully. "Sit down, you two. There’s plenty for everyone."

As the boys pulled up chairs and started chatting animatedly, Tomi couldn’t help but feel the warmth of the moment. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel so alone.

As breakfast was served, the rich aroma of stew filled the cozy cottage. Tomi watched as Bruce and Denver eagerly grabbed their bowls, their laughter and banter making the house feel even warmer. Betty lay at her feet, occasionally sniffing the air, hoping for a scrap.

Mark passed Tomi a bowl, his expression kind but watchful. "Eat up, kid. You need to put some meat on those bones."

Tomi hesitated for a moment, then picked up her spoon, her stomach tightening at the sight of real, hot food. It had been so long since she had a proper meal. She took a small bite—then another, faster this time. The warmth spread through her, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt safe.

Bruce grinned as he tore a piece of bread in half and handed part to Denver. "So, Tomi, do you know how to chop wood?"

Denver scoffed. "She just got here, Bruce. Maybe don’t scare her off with chores just yet."

Tomi looked between them, unsure how to respond.

Elizabeth chuckled as she refilled Mark’s cup with tea. "Don’t mind them, dear. They just like to test newcomers. But don’t worry, you won’t be lifting an axe anytime soon."

Bruce shrugged, still grinning. "Hey, you never know. She might be tougher than she looks."

Tomi lowered her spoon, her gaze flickering to the flames in the hearth. Tough? Maybe she had been, once. But now, sitting here in this warm kitchen, she wasn’t sure what she was anymore.

Mark must have sensed her hesitation because he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "You don’t have to talk about where you came from if you’re not ready, Tomi. But just know, you’ve got a place here for as long as you need it."

Tomi looked at him, then at Elizabeth, Bruce, and Denver—all of them watching her with kindness, no expectations, no demands. Her throat tightened, and she could only nod in response.

Bruce, sensing the moment was getting too heavy, clapped his hands together. "Alright, enough serious talk! Who’s up for a game of cards after dinner?"

Denver rolled his eyes. "You just want an excuse to cheat again."

"I do not cheat!"

"You absolutely do."

Their playful arguing filled the room, and for the first time in a long time, Tomi felt something unfamiliar settle in her chest.

Hope.

"So I was thinking that Bruce and Denver will take you around Pine Village today and show you how life works" Mark tells Tomi

Tomi hesitated, glancing at Bruce and Denver, who were already grinning at her.

Denver leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Looks like you’re stuck with us today.”

Bruce smirked. “Don’t worry, kid. We’ll show you the ropes.”

Elizabeth gave Tomi an encouraging smile as she cleared the table. “Pine Village isn’t too big, but it’s lively. It’ll be good for you to see how things work around here.”

Tomi swallowed the last bite of her stew and nodded slowly. She wasn’t sure she was ready, but there was something reassuring about the way they all spoke to her—like she belonged.

Bruce stood up, stretching. “Well then, let’s get moving before Denver talks us to death.”

Denver rolled his eyes. “Says the guy who never shuts up.”

Mark chuckled, puffing on his pipe. “You three behave now.”

Tomi took a deep breath and followed Bruce and Denver out the door, stepping into the warm morning air. Maybe today would be the start of something new.

As Bruce and Denver walked towards the village they notice that Tomi dosnt speek much. The brothers looked at each other in worry.

"So Tomi you dont talk much" Denver asks as Tomi looks at the ground.

"Whats eating you kid?" Bruce asks worried

"Nothing that I dont want to talk about" Tomi says softly.

"You know Tomi its times like this Bruce tells me you got to put you behind in your past" Denver says proudly as Bruce face slaps at this.

Bruce groaned, rubbing his face. "No, no, it's put your past behind you, you idiot."

Denver blinked. "That's what I said."

Tomi couldn't help it—she let out a small chuckle. It was brief, almost like she surprised herself, but Bruce and Denver caught it.

"Ah-ha!" Bruce grinned. "See? We do have a sense of humor."

Denver nodded sagely. "You won't last long around here if you don't learn to laugh, kid. Life's too short to be all serious and broody."

Tomi sighed, kicking a stray rock on the path. "It's not that simple," she muttered.

Bruce and Denver exchanged another look. They didn’t know what she had been through, but they knew better than to push.

"Fair enough," Bruce said. "But just so you know, you're stuck with us now. And we don’t let family brood alone."

Denver nodded. "Yeah, we’re annoying like that."

"Maybe its time we teach you a new lesson" Bruce says delight. "Repeat after me Tomi. Hakuna Matata"

"Hakuna what?" Tomi asks confused.

"Hakuna Matata. It means no worries" Denver says proudly.

Bruce nods at this and starts to sing.

🎶 "Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase!" 🎶 Bruce sang with a dramatic flourish, throwing an arm around Tomi’s shoulders.

🎶 "Hakuna Matata! Ain’t no passing craze!" 🎶 Denver joined in, twirling around in the dirt path.

Tomi blinked at them, completely bewildered. “Uh… what’s happening?”

Bruce grinned. “It means no worries! For the rest of your days!”

Denver struck a ridiculous pose, arms wide. “It’s our problem-free—”

“Philosophy!” Bruce chimed in.

🎶 "Hakuna Matata!" 🎶

Bruce and Denver continued dancing around her, clearly enjoying themselves way too much. Tomi just stared, mouth slightly open, trying to decide if they were completely insane.

“…You two are so weird,” she finally said, but despite herself, she was smiling.

Bruce gasped dramatically. “Weird? Us? Denver, did you hear that?”

Denver wiped a fake tear. “After all we’ve done for her!”

Tomi let out a genuine laugh this time, shaking her head. Maybe these two weren’t so bad after all.

"Welcome to Pine Village Tomi" Bruce says delighted

Tomi looked around as they stepped into Pine Village, the scent of fresh bread and pinewood filling the air. The village was bustling—merchants calling out their wares, children running through the cobbled streets, and the distant sound of a blacksmith hammering metal.

“Welcome to Pine Village, Tomi!” Bruce said with delight, spreading his arms wide.

Denver nodded. “Yep, this is home. Well, for us, anyway. Maybe it can be for you too.”

Tomi shifted on her feet, taking in the warm, lively atmosphere. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had a place to call home before—not really. But something about this place… it felt different.

“So,” Bruce continued, nudging her playfully. “Where do you wanna start? The bakery’s got the best bread, or we could show you the lumber yard—”

“Or the tavern!” Denver added. “They’ve got the best cider.”

Bruce rolled his eyes. “She’s a kid, Denver.”

"Its amazing" Tomi says in awe.

"Yep home is were your rump and axe rest" Denver says proudly as Bruce rolls his eyes.

Bruce shook his head, smacking Denver lightly on the back of the head. “That’s not how the saying goes, you idiot.”

Denver rubbed the spot where Bruce hit him, grinning. “Well, it should be! It’s true, ain’t it?”

Tomi giggled, her eyes wide as she took in the sights of the village. The people here seemed happy, their voices filled with warmth as they greeted each other. It was so different from the lonely, dangerous world she had known before.

“So, what do you think?” Bruce asked, watching her reaction closely.

Tomi hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “It’s amazing.”

Denver threw an arm around her shoulders. “Stick with us, kid, and you’ll see the best parts of it.”

Bruce sighed but smirked. “Alright, alright. Let’s start with the bakery. Nothing says ‘welcome home’ like a warm loaf of bread.”

Tomi let herself be led forward, for the first time in a long while feeling like she belonged somewhere.

As they walked through the village, the smell of fresh bread and spiced pastries filled the air, making Tomi’s stomach grumble. Denver grinned when he heard it.

“See? I told you, first stop—the bakery!” He gestured toward a cozy little building with a wooden sign hanging above the door, carved with an image of a loaf of bread. The windows were fogged up from the warmth inside, and the scent of cinnamon and honey made Tomi’s mouth water.

Bruce pushed the door open, and the three of them stepped inside. A plump woman with rosy cheeks and flour-dusted hands turned to greet them.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my two favorite troublemakers,” she said, her voice warm and teasing. “And who’s this little one?”

“This is Tomi,” Bruce introduced. “She’s staying with Mark and Elizabeth.”

The woman’s face softened. “Well, welcome, sweetheart. Any friend of Mark and Elizabeth is a friend of mine.” She reached for a tray and handed Tomi a still-warm honey bun. “Here, on the house.”

Tomi hesitated for a moment before taking it, the warmth seeping into her hands. “Thank you,” she said softly. "Oh well Hakuna Matata" Tomi says softly taking a bite.

Bruce and Denver exchanged surprised glances before breaking into wide grins.

“Atta girl!” Bruce chuckled, ruffling Tomi’s hair. “See? You’re getting the hang of it already.”

Denver laughed. “Told ya, no worries, kid. Just good food, good people, and a good place to call home.”

The baker chuckled at their antics. “You boys teaching her nonsense already?”

Bruce smirked. “Not nonsense—life philosophy.”

Tomi took another bite of the honey bun, savoring the sweetness. For the first time in a long while, she felt a little lighter, like maybe—just maybe—she could belong here.

As the years passed, Tomi grew strong and healthy, surrounded by love and laughter. Bruce and Denver remained by her side, and before long, Jake, Eve, and Timber became part of her world as well. No matter where she went, her friends were never far behind.

With time, Tomi blossomed into a confident young woman, her once-short hair growing long and thick like a wild mane. Through every adventure, every challenge, and every moment of joy, one thing remained the same—wherever they went, they sang their favorite motto with boundless energy.

"Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata!"

Bruce grinned, slinging an arm around Tomi’s shoulders as they walked down the dirt path leading from the village. Denver stomped along beside them, drumming a beat against his leg as he sang loud and proud.

“It means no worries!” he belted out, nudging Tomi playfully.

Tomi laughed, twirling once before throwing her arms in the air. “For the rest of your days!”

Jake and Timber joined in, their voices harmonizing with Eve’s as she twirled barefoot through the grass, her laughter ringing through the trees.

“It’s our problem-free… philosophy…”

They all came together in a lively chorus, stomping their feet and clapping in time.

“Hakuna Matata!”

They burst into laughter, collapsing onto the soft grass beneath the towering pines. The golden glow of the late afternoon sun cast a warm light over them, and for a moment, all was right in the world.

Bruce chuckled, stretching his arms behind his head. “See, Tomi? Told ya it was a great motto.”

Tomi smiled, feeling the warmth of friendship settle deep in her chest. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I guess it really is.”

"It's our motto!" Denver declared proudly, slinging an arm around Tomi's shoulders as they walked through the village.

Tomi laughed, her voice rich and full of life. "I know, I know! No worries, right?"

"Exactly!" Bruce grinned, giving her a playful shove. "And look at you now—our little runaway turned queen of the forest!"

Jake chuckled. "More like queen of causing trouble."

Eve nudged Tomi with a smirk. "And we wouldn’t have it any other way."

Timber stretched, sighing contentedly. "No worries, no stress… just good friends, good food, and a good life."

Tomi looked at them all, her heart swelling. She had found something she never thought possible—a home, a family, and a future.

She threw her arms around them, grinning. "Hakuna Matata!"

And as they laughed and sang their motto once more, the sun dipped behind the trees, casting golden light over Pine Village—the place where she had truly found herself.