Chapter One
Rachel POV
My name is Rachel. I was flying high in bald eagle morph. I was heading towards the barn without any particular urgency. Jake had called a meeting but he had given us an hour to show up, not that important.
Usually I'd explain all that, and through in how Yeerks are you're worst nightmare. How they crawl in through your ear canal, wrap themselves around you're brain and take control, making you a Controller. But if you don't know all that already, you're I'm the wrong place.
When I got close, I landed and demorphed. On getting there I was greeted with: "Rachel, nice of you to show up," Marco, of course. I ignored him and stepped inside. There was Tobias in the rafters, Marco smirking on a pile of hay, and everyone else standing, Ax in Andalite form. No, there was someone extra, Erik the Chee was there to. Something was going on.
"Ok, now that Rachel's here, Erik can tell us the problem." said Jake, irritated.
"Well, you may or my not be aware of the program SeaLife..."
"Yeah, I like that show. Missed last night's episode of course." Marco griped.
"Anyway it's last episode had an important detail." Erik played the episode with his hologram projectors. It started as a stupid melodramatic reality show. Then some character announced that they where changing course. They were going to an uncharted island, a few hundred miles from any other landmass, named Hender's Island.
Then they land, cheesy flag, etc. then they passed through a crevice, and entered a slaughter. It was serious carnage. Then it cut off.
"But… that was just some special affects, right?" asked Cassie.
"No," said Erik, "No. The Chee have known for a long time. Hender's Island is very real."
