The Legacy of Ooze || MMPR

(7) Mother & Father

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"But ever since I left my father

It's much harder to know

How to live my own life here

When all I need is home"

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The next few days were incredibly patchy, but the group assured me they were going to do everything they could to ensure my transition to their planet was easy. I don't know if it could be as easy as they are hoping for it to be, but I will try.

Zordon thought it would be best if I stayed at the Command Center until I am fully recovered from my long periods of battle, and I agree with him.

This world—their world, was strange to me. There was a lot that I needed to learn, and I wasn't sure I was ready for that. All of my life I have spent chasing my father around to make sure he didn't hurt no one, and now that he is gone... What am I supposed to do? I don't know who I am or what purpose I have outside of him.

I rested quietly on the cot laid out for me. Alpha, Tommy, and Rocky sectioned off part of one of the control rooms that were on the quieter side and gave me some privacy while the others brainstormed where I was going to live. For now, I was okay with the little space they had given me

None of them bothered me much except for Kimberly or Aisha occasionally checking in on me, bringing me food and water, and overall, just trying to make sure I was okay after everything. I appreciated their gestures, but it was all strange to me. Being here... and not having the worry of chasing after Ivan at the forefront of my mind was the strangest part of it all.

It's been so long that I've been trying to defeat him that now I don't know what to do with myself.

A quiet tear rolled down my cheek as I stared at the wall across from me. Part of me doesn't want to believe that this is over and that somehow, at any moment now, he's going to come back with a vengeance.

How did I know they actually defeated him and that this wasn't just some sick trick being planted by him? I didn't witness his destruction. How could I take the word of total strangers?

None of this seemed right to me.

There was a light knock on one of the control panels, and I knew it was Kimberly coming to check on me again. She's been coming every hour on the hour. I appreciated her kindness and I couldn't bring myself to tell her she was hovering.

"I brought you a sandwich. I hope you like it." Kimberly says, entering the room.

I sat up, not bothering to wipe the tear that had settled on my cheek.

"A sandwich?" I ask.

Their food was foreign to me, but I didn't have the heart to tell her that food was unnecessary. I've always been able to eat various things, but it has never been necessary for my survival. Being a tyrant, Ivan and I had never had to worry about needing food to make it through each day. Only water.

She placed the plate between us as she sat down. I looked at the sandwich, trying to decipher what it was without her telling me. I stared at it long and hard before I gave up and huffed.

"It's ham and cheese." Kimberly says.

"Thank you." I nod.

"How are you doing?"