The Legacy of Ooze || MMPR

(3) Because of You

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"I will not make the same mistakes that you did

I will not let myself 'cause my heart so much misery

I will not break the way you did

You fell so hard

I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far"

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I stand quietly next to Zordon, whose eyes are opening and falling shut as he fights to preserve his energy. I don't know what I can do to help him. Dulcea was so adamant about sending me here to find him, but why? What was so special about this man who seemed to be on his deathbed?

Alpha paced between the control panels, picking things up and trying to piece them back together. I don't know how well he was doing, or if I could even help him, but the surrounding mess visibly frazzled him.

"What can I do to help?" I ask.

Standing here doing nothing is making me anxious. There has to be something I can do to help.

Zordon's chest rose and his lips parted, a soft mutter escaping his lips, "You need to preserve your energy, too."

He was right, but that was the least of my worries right now.

I was afraid that if I let myself relax, then the adrenaline would wear off and I would truly be of no use to anyone. Despite being forced into a slumber, my body has experienced too much. Before the slumber, I was fighting Ivan. After the slumber, I was still fighting Ivan. I've had no time to allow my body to recuperate from the initial battle, and now was not the time that I would let it.

"Ivan is still out there," I say. "There has to be something I can do. I could track him—"

"This is not your battle to face alone, daughter of Ooze." Zordon says.

I take a step away from him. The only person who knew the truth are Dulcea and Ivan. How is it possible that Zordon knows? I've never told a soul that I was the daughter of Ivan Ooze. After everything he's done, that is not something I want people to know about. If everyone knew the truth, people would treat me like him.

I fear that Zordon, knowing the truth, might place me into a bind here. If he's known this whole time, then why is he treating me so kindly after my father has nearly killed him? Maybe this is all some sort of setup—maybe I've fallen right into a trap.

I could be exactly where Ivan wanted me to be and there's no way I would have realized it if Zordon hadn't known the truth without being told. How did he know?

"What did you just call me?" I ask.

"Daughter of Ooze," Zordon breathes shallowly.

"How do you know?"

I don't know this man or what he's capable of. Dulcea claimed he could help us, but what if he worked for Ivan? What if this was all some big ploy to distract me from Ivan? I was careless as I let those teenagers lead me here without knowing who they were or what their intentions were.

How did I know if Dulcea wasn't in on this? Could I trust any of them?

I took more steps back, trying to keep a greater distance between us. I didn't know this place or how to get out of here.