𝘼𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙝, daughter of Master Mao, lived and spent all of her life training Kung Fu in the Pai Zhuq Academy. Ultimately, in the wake of her father's death and the escape of the villainous Dai Shi, she reluctantly takes up the mantle of the Pink Ra...
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𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝙊𝙁𝙏 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙀 𝙆𝘼𝙍𝙈𝘼 𝙋𝙄𝙕𝙕𝘼 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙋, Theo, Casey, and Lily were engaged in training. Lily and Casey lost their balance and tumbled to the ground as Theo subdued the both of them.
Theo grinned, "Nice one, guys. Are you sure you're not secretly practicing some new acrobatics?"
Meanwhile, Ariah watched from the sidelines as Theo effortlessly beating both of his teammates. Casey's nunchuck twirls were improving, while Lily's agility in combat were commendable. But it was Theo who seemed to excel in multitasking easily on both training and handling pizza orders.
Ariah sighed softly, feeling a pang of envy. She respected Theo's abilities, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she hadn't contributed enough to their team.
"Hey, Ariah," Lily called out during a break, "want to join us for some sparring?"
Ariah shook her head, forcing a smile. "I'm just going to sit this one out, Lily. I need to catch my breath."
Lily frowned but didn't push further.
Ariah sat in the corner, pretending to read a book suggested by Fran. Her eyes flickering over the pages without truly absorbing the words. She barely noticed RJ's presence beside her until he spoke.
"Hey, Ariah. You've been awfully quiet and tired lately. Everything okay?" RJ asked gently.
She forced a weak smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired from training."
RJ's gaze softened. "You know, meditation might help clear your mind. You should join me sometime."
She nodded. "Sure, RJ. I'll think about it."
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But deep down, Ariah was far from okay. While her Ranger teammates excelled in their training and battled against the forces of evil, Ariah felt herself slipping further into the shadows of her own mind.
Night after night, Ariah found herself haunted by vivid nightmares of her father's death. The memories of that unfateful day replayed over and over in her mind like a broken record.
