Hello everybody! I'm back! And I'm going to be deleting the Tales of Ank Series. I REALLY need to rewrite/revise it. / Anyway, if you want to catch a last look at its sheer poorly-written horror, you should do so before the end of the week, when its absolute crumminess will go back into the Revision Vault for an undetermined and probably very long amount of time! YAYYY. And all that jazz. Anywho, let me introduce you to my brand new story, On Eagles' Wings! This story is going to be narrated by Zim himself! YAY! You all know this next bit, but I have to repeat it like the mindless zombie-drone that I am:

Invader Zim belongs to Jhonen Vasquez.

1. "Preface to a New Life"

Lonely. I was so lonely.

Wait, I should probably explain why I was lonely in the first place. Yes, that would be a good idea. Alright, here's why.

Ten years ago, on the twentieth of January on Earth, seemed like a painfully normal day. GIR and I were sitting on the couch, watching Earth television, when the Irken symbol suddenly appeared on the screen. I sat up, expecting the Tallests to tell me that I was the best Invader in the history of Irk. But alas, it was not to be. They had instead called me to tell me that my mission was a total and utter lie. As I sat there, horrified, shocked, and enraged, I heard the familiar sounds of an Irken ship landing. I hoped that it was just a fluke, that the driver had run out of fuel and landed on this planet to ask me if I could spare some. But no, this was a prison ship, come to take me away to the asylum on Irk. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the Dib's house and begged him for help, which I never would've normally done. A smirk crossed his face; he laughed cruelly, kicked me into the lawn, and slammed the door shut, precluding my chance of safety. I was utterly helpless as the officer's tranquilizer dart hit me in the neck, and I blacked out.

The next thing I knew, I was locked up in an asylum in a straitjacket. I don't know how I managed to escape that hell-on-Irk, but the important thing was that I had escaped. I knew the guards would be after me, so I simply killed them, and ran for my life. And as I was running, one thought sent shivers down my spine.

Aren't you forgetting someone?

That nagging thought at the back of my head just wouldn't let me be. Two days later, when I was sure that nobody would think to look under the pile of old newspapers and snack packages, I sat down to think about who I would've forgotten. When I finally realized what had went wrong, my mouth hung open in shock, and I whacked my head against the alley wall in frustration.

Stupid, stupid, STUPID! How could've been so STUPID?! Why did I have to leave my best friend? How could have I forgotten poor little GIR? I'm so STUPID!!

The angry cries of "STUPID!" came constantly through the next year. They subsided after a while, but I was pained with guilt every second of every day, and my brain's constant ramblings came only occasionally whilst running away and hiding from the Irken Police. This was my routine for the next nine years: running away and feeling terrible that I had forgotten GIR. But that all changed when I found her.

I had run into a random alleyway for protection when I saw the one Irken who would change my life forever sitting in an alley on a few sheets of newspaper with a thin, threadbare quilt wrapped around her. She had long, curled antennae and dark blue eyes. She looked up at me, the most pathetic expression on her face. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her, so I took what was left of my monies and gave it to her. I wouldn't need it anyway, given the fact that there are wanted posters all over Irk with my face on them.

"This is all I have," I said. "I hope you end up better than me."

Her expression changed from poverty-stricken and tired to one of absolute joy. Her big blue eyes lit up, not with happiness, but with relief. And then, before my very eyes, she stood up, and floated off the ground. Yes, you heard me right, floated. A bright white light began to shine from her as she spoke.

"Ex-Invader Zim," She boomed. "You have pleased me. For this, we shall save you from your fugitivity or whatever it's called anyway. Would you like that?"

"Of course!" I exclaimed, taken completely off-guard by the floating, shiny Irken. She smiled, revealing pointier-than-normal teeth, and nodded to an unseen person. A moment later, I felt a sharp pain as the kwang! of a cast-iron frying pan hit me full-force in the back of my head. The world spun for a moment, and then everything went black.

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