Reflection
By:
Akisis
"Okay, then answer this, Ellimist:
Did I…did I make a difference? My life, and my…my death…was I worth it? Did my
life really matter?"
"Yes. You
were brave. You were strong. You were good. You mattered."
"Yeah. Okay, then. Okay then."
A small
strand of space-time went dark and coiled into nothingness.
My name is Toomin. I am also known as
the Ellimist. This single human – this laughable, puny little girl had compared
me to her. A kid. And yes, she may have been right.
I am what the entity Tobias would call
a "freak of nature". I came to exist by another freak of nature – Father. I do
not know how Crayak came to be, but I do know we cannot co-exist. And so we
fought.
The death of the remarkable human
child marked my victory in the battle Crayak and I presently fought. The
Animorphs, as they called themselves – my champions – had made it through their
war as best as they could. But perhaps their best wasn't enough. Perhaps
through some fault of my own, I had just set myself up for the next defeat.
My hearts, my minds, my souls,
strained, desperate to interfere. My opponent, Crayak, had yet again surprised
me. Re ruined my views on how space-time should now be, by creating some new
abomination. Some new Father. As Father swallowed Prince
Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill, as the remaining Animorphs, save one, faced his
eternal hell, I saw my own future, and wondered if I would be as brave as
Rachel and the others in the end. But…it's only The Beginning…
Author's Note:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My fellow Anifans, I admit I never thought this day would come. Even last
month, I refused to accept this as the end. I know, it's been forever since
I've posted, I've got hundreds of unposted fics that I've written since. I
can't believe that I will never again read the words "My name is…"and feel a
sense of excitement because I don't know what will happen next. Truthfully, it
feels like I'm giving a eulogy right now…No more annoying the bookstores, no
more disguising my voice when I call so they don't know it's me, no more mad
dashes to B. Dalton or Barnes and Noble once they tell me those blissful words
that tell me they have the newest book, no more predicting strange plot twists
(believe me, I said that Elfangor was Tobias' father long before the Andalite
Chronicles came out!) Through the Animorphs, I have met best friends, other
crazy (and I mean TOTALLY WACKO) Anifans (Yes, myself included), and overall,
it changed my life. I admit, at the peak of Animorphs' popularity, I just
wanted it for myself, and wanted all those unfaithful unbelieves out of FF.net.
Then, when posting authors began to dwindle, I began to feel a little alone.
It's a strange thing, isn't it? I first read #1, The Invasion, in the June of
1996, and have remained ever loyal since. Like any true obsessive Anifan, I can
name all the titles, and remember (and can spell!)all the names of every
Andalite mentioned. I've got all of the merchandise, and all 7 copies of
Animorphs Megamorphs #2, In the Time of Dinosaurs (Yes, I've just confirmed my
insanity).
I always wondered if authors ever read
their books' fanfiction, and possibly even wrote their own, but we all finally
know the answer from the true author's note. So, Katherine Alice
Applegate, Risa Walberg, or whatever your real name is (I'll just call you the
Great, Mysterious, Wonderful, Powerful, and Brilliant Mother of the Greatest
Series to Have Ever Lived ;^Þ), thank you for giving us the Animorphs, and I'll
wish you the best of luck with Remnants. Alas, I don't think I'll be following
you this time, but I know many others will, Goodbye.
Another Author's Note:
Unsurprisingly, my A/N is longer
than the fic! I'd best stop here, lest I start crying or something, and
short-circuit the computer, resulting in my electrocution. This is finally it…
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~Akisis~