What was he?

Zack was a dancer – the rhythm of the music was the rhythm of his heart racing, his blows connecting: it was the rhythm of the fight.

Kimberly was a gymnast, and, like Zack, it meant she had a kind music flowing within her. Her agility from practising her art-form was like water – it was natural fluid and grace.

Trini meditated – her mind centred on peace because it was in her nature to do that, but her body could move as freely as she wished in battle, although her mind was still.

Billy, like Trini, used his mind rather than his motions – the calculations were angle of striking, subconscious estimates, automatic responses programmed into his brain to react to any situation.

Jason. Jason's art was fighting – his martial arts background made him an expert, and every motion came as easily to him as taking a breath does when you break upwards through the surface of water.

But Jason was not a born warrior.

None of them were.

The red ranger only held that mantle because, when he had been chosen, he knew he had to protect his friends. They in turn each felt a need to watch over one another. It was the way they were; are; always would be.

Tommy was different.

He was different because he didn't know.

Because there was a chance that he was meant to be...

No.

He couldn't be.

Could he?

Was he meant to be Rita's warrior?

Because if he was, he was meant to be evil…

If he wasn't…what was he?

Tommy was a born warrior, he knew that in his heart.

But he was a warrior without a cause, and, unlike his old friends, unlike his agile Crane, he had no way of flying onwards.

He knew nothing of himself save the fact he was lost.

And a lost warrior cannot bring himself back on track alone.

Ever.

A/N: Review? Please?