MingyMingyJongo
07-07-2003, 10:00 PM
Gone
In a small, cold, dim-lit room, the air is still and a sense of rest fills the air. In the center of the room stands a low table, surrounded by candles, flowers, and pictures… and a dead body.
As a tear pours down the cheek of a thin, tall, man in black robes that reach the stone floor, another man enters… a man in black armor with a silver lined helmet and belt and a lone red ruby on his chest. His black boots gently clap the cold, stone floor, and he has the spirit of a man who has lost his soul and all will to live.
“May I have a moment alone?” asks the black-armored stranger to the man in black robes, in a cold, lost voice. The black-robed man nods and leaves the room, while stifling more tears.
The black-armored stranger looks over the dead body, and looks at candles, the flowers, and pictures. Many show a beautiful brunette standing with a thin male, also brown-haired, with a little gray showing.
Outside the room it is raining a quiet drizzle in a peaceful, wet forest. All seems to be in a happy mood, as if something big was lifted off the whole area’s chest… but at a terrible price…
Inside the room the black-armored stranger is now on his knees, trying to stifle sobs. The dead body is unmistakably the brunette in the pictures. The black-armored stranger loved the brunette greatly and knowing he would never see her again was almost unbearable.
The black-armored stranger takes off his helmet revealing the same face of the brown-haired man in the pictures. Silent tears roll down his face and onto the table where the dead body lay.
She died a fighter, the stranger thinks, like she would have wanted.
But guilt covered him. He could never forgive himself. He never should have left to Eltare. He never should’ve helped the Power Rangers…
They had been doing fine…
He had assured her he’d be back soon… but he never did come back... not until it was too late….
Not until those space pirates attacked… not until the guardians had tried their hardest to protect their planet… and one of them paying the ultimate sacrifice…
It had been three days since the ultimate battle end. Yet here he stood now, overlooking his love…
His lost love…
The stranger has lost all will to live… he is now just a shadow of himself… a phantom of a ranger.
Billy Cranston then turns away from Cestria. He leaves the small, cold room, not willing to live, but not willing to die a coward’s way…
The Phantom Ranger left with him…
In a small, cold, dim-lit room, the air is still and a sense of rest fills the air. In the center of the room stands a low table, surrounded by candles, flowers, and pictures… and a dead body.
As a tear pours down the cheek of a thin, tall, man in black robes that reach the stone floor, another man enters… a man in black armor with a silver lined helmet and belt and a lone red ruby on his chest. His black boots gently clap the cold, stone floor, and he has the spirit of a man who has lost his soul and all will to live.
“May I have a moment alone?” asks the black-armored stranger to the man in black robes, in a cold, lost voice. The black-robed man nods and leaves the room, while stifling more tears.
The black-armored stranger looks over the dead body, and looks at candles, the flowers, and pictures. Many show a beautiful brunette standing with a thin male, also brown-haired, with a little gray showing.
Outside the room it is raining a quiet drizzle in a peaceful, wet forest. All seems to be in a happy mood, as if something big was lifted off the whole area’s chest… but at a terrible price…
Inside the room the black-armored stranger is now on his knees, trying to stifle sobs. The dead body is unmistakably the brunette in the pictures. The black-armored stranger loved the brunette greatly and knowing he would never see her again was almost unbearable.
The black-armored stranger takes off his helmet revealing the same face of the brown-haired man in the pictures. Silent tears roll down his face and onto the table where the dead body lay.
She died a fighter, the stranger thinks, like she would have wanted.
But guilt covered him. He could never forgive himself. He never should have left to Eltare. He never should’ve helped the Power Rangers…
They had been doing fine…
He had assured her he’d be back soon… but he never did come back... not until it was too late….
Not until those space pirates attacked… not until the guardians had tried their hardest to protect their planet… and one of them paying the ultimate sacrifice…
It had been three days since the ultimate battle end. Yet here he stood now, overlooking his love…
His lost love…
The stranger has lost all will to live… he is now just a shadow of himself… a phantom of a ranger.
Billy Cranston then turns away from Cestria. He leaves the small, cold room, not willing to live, but not willing to die a coward’s way…
The Phantom Ranger left with him…