The Garden of Vacant Dreams - PART ONE
AN: Saban/Disney owns the characters you know. I own the ones you don't.
CHAPTER ONE
PROLOGUE
"You will cross a lot of bridges in your lifetime." My father once told me. "Build them as best as you can, just don't look back when some of them burn."
We were standing in front of the Golden Gate as he said this. I was nine years old, almost ten and he was in one of his many deeply pensive states. I tried to understand but I was a naïve young girl back then. Every time he immersed himself into one of these frames of mind, all I longed to know was what he was truly thinking about.
He adopted me at what I thought was the most vulnerable stage of my life but I didn't know what was in store for me then. He was a well-educated Doctor of Paleontology as well as a single man just full of life, caring and altruistic. Amongst his love for the prehistoric era, he loved his best friend like a brother and he loved me more than anyone else ever had.
Having been adopted himself, he always knew exactly how I felt. He could read me like a book and pick me up like I had never fallen down.
But what lied beneath his surface I could never understand. He kept things from me and he made up stories despite knowing what an intuitive child I was.
For years I never knew a legendary Power Ranger had adopted me and when that mind-blowing piece of knowledge finally came my way everything and I mean everything changed.
And as the saying goes... I wish I knew then what I do now.
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The Garden of Vacant Dreams
أدب الهواةA former Ranger is taken captive just days before a weekend-long reunion and all anyone can do is sit back and watch his fate unravel before them. (Formerly A Get Together to Remember)
