Flash back to Rain from 2014

IMPORTANT! READ! DON'T SKIP THIS AUTHORS NOTE!

Hello all! This is RainThatFallsAtNight here (a.k.a. Rain) and welcome to the story. This part isn't actually new, this was the prologue/teaser I posted on my other story "Elfangor's Chance' Which has nothing to do with this story so please don't read as I'm not currently happy with the fic as it needs major editing and cuts. So this is not new material, however, I hope to have the first chapter up soon and just wanted to put this up so that I wouldn't forget. To all readers please do not favorite/follow without leaving a comment. Unless you're a guest then do what you want. Flames will be ignored but critical responses and grammar fixes will be welcome as I am still learning. If anything seems out of character tell me and I will fix as much as I can.

Shout out to Ana-Shadow-Wolf whose comments on my other story helped my confidence in my work. The prologue and Chapter One is dedicated to you.

Another Shout out to my dearest stal- I mean best friend off line. Cheers to you 'Smaug' :D

Disclaimer: If I were K.A. Applegate I wouldn't be on here, I'd be publishing this for real. As I am not, I'll have to make do with Fanfiction.

Now back to Rain from 2016

Soooooo... I may have forgotten- well- not forgotten per say but... avoided? Updating this. Recap of my life.

In 2012 I was diagnosed with a chronic disease called ulcerative colitis. Which was absolutely awful because I had barely turned 13 (I'm 17 now... I'm a young'n) Which pushed into more of a depression that I was already heading into due to the fact that I literally had no real friends. This disease is actually pretty serious, the explanation is that my immune system believes that I have an illness- when I don't- so it tries to fix it- which it doesn't because there's nothing there so it actually makes me sick which then means it begins to work even harder because I then am legitimately sick... the thing that is supposed to keep me healthy is making me sick. It literally was killing me. YAY! I feel betrayed. :( Etu immune? Etu?

Anyway. So I'm diagnosed with colitis. Next year- or a little more?- my disease wasn't getting any better. I have another colonoscopy and they tell me they can simply CUT OUT MY LOWER INTESTINE. For like a week I'm thinking "I might end up living the rest of my life with a bag instead of a bathroom. I find out that is no longer possible as my disease is now also in my upper intestine and I now have crohns. SO its worse

In 2014 I decide to upload this story. Same year my 'friend' decide she's too good for me, and then because her 'friends' get sick of her crap she comes back to me. This happens a few times before I am officially done with her. Now I've pretty much cut all ties with her. (I did actually make a new best friend. She's absolutely fantastic and is very genuine and I am eternally grateful to her.) This pushed me further into depression. (I don't have a good track history with friends)

Due to my illnesses effect on my immune system I'm on medication that actually brings down my immune system... which means I get sick- super easy. It is absolutely horrible because being sick means missing school- which means missing assignments-which means make up work- which means stress. A couple of weeks ago I missed an entire week of school due to me being extremely sick. I was feeling absolutely miserable and was searching for Star Wars fanfiction to read. I found something that was absolutely fantastic; a Star Wars/Animorphs crossover called The Force User by tranland on archive of our own. And I suddenly remembered this fanfiction. I was very sleep deprived at the time but I started to think about what exactly I wanted to write and decided to post a quick chapter I wrote to introduce a new villain. Mostly it was to show that I was still alive and I hadn't given up. However it kind of isn't the best thing I've ever written. Mostly because I lost track of everything I had planned for this story so the only thing that I still had was the chapters I had posted here. I have no idea where I was going with this. So I need to completely revamp this story so it actually has a plot. I need followers to keep me on track though and not let me stop writing this. Please send ideas, critique, let me know what I can do better! Thank you! I hopefully will have the rest of the chapter revamped before June. Love you all.


Prologue


Tobias


My name is Tobias. I have- or at least… I had a last name once, a home, not a good one, but it was still a home. I had a room, a bed, and my cat Dude…. I actually don't know what happened to Dude. Hopefully he's okay, hopefully my uncle didn't hurt or kill him. I should've asked one of my friends to make sure he got away from that house. I don't know. Maybe he did, maybe he's living happily with a sixty-something year old lady with her other ten kitties, happily chowing down on gourmet tuna and lounging on silken kitty pillows.

Anyway. Home.

Home was never a happy place for me. What officially happened is that my father died when I was little, practically a baby still, and my mom dumped me on my aunt and uncle since she couldn't handle it. My aunt and uncle divorced shortly after taking me in. I was shipped back and forth between the two for most of my life. Treated like unwanted luggage.

I escaped that life though. Most probably wouldn't see it as much of an improvement though. Actually it's technically a downgrade.

Say what you want about my uncle's house it may have been smelly and strewn with beer cans but at least it was warm and dry. Now I don't even have as much as a blanket let alone a place to stay dry. I mean sure I could always go to one of my friends houses, but I'm me. I'm too stubborn to ask for help from my friends. Even though sometimes I really did need it. What can I say… I'm a stubborn birdie.

No. That isn't some stupid joke. I'm an actual literal bird. A hawk, a red-tailed hawk to be specific. Actually before I get into that I probably should tell you the whole story before I go into that.

Let me set the scene. One night I went to the mall to avoid my uncle for as long as possible. I ran into some guys I knew from school; Jake and Marco. Even though I know he didn't really consider me a friend back then I still saw him as one. At the very least he didn't gang up on me like most of the other meatheads had at school. Actually the reason we had met each other had been when my head had been shoved into the toilet by some jerk I no longer remember the name of. It's so strange to think that I used to be afraid of some pimple faced, hormone driven loser.

Anyway. I decided to tag along with Jake and Marco. I knew they were just being nice and that's the only reason that they let me come at all. This either ended up being the worst or best decision I have ever made in my life.

These two girls named Rachel and Cassie came with us and somebody had the stupid idea to use an abandoned construction site as a shortcut. I honestly have no idea whose idea that was.

We were walking along. There was some banter and jokes. And then I saw it, a spaceship. It crashed right in front of us. And a fatally wounded Andalite prince emerged from the craft. He had been a part of a battle that took place right in our atmosphere. All of the Andalite warriors were slaughtered by our common enemy the Yeerks.

The injured Aliens name was Elfangor. He knew he was dying. And as a last ditch effort he presented us with a blue cube which would give us the power to morph. We all chose to honor him and agreed to take his gift to us. To protect our world.

Then Elfangor was murdered by a high ranking Yeerk, Visser Three.

Elfangor's dying cries will forever haunt my dreams.

Before he died though he gave us very strict instructions on what morphing entailed. The key one being you cannot stay in morph for more than two hours or you will be trapped in that morph for the rest of your life.

On our very first mission I broke this rule and stayed in morph for the two hours. And here I am today. A red-tailed hawk with the mind of a teenage boy.

Later on the power of morph was returned to me by an all powerful being name the Ellimist. He gave me back the ability to fight for my planet. He even managed to return my human form by pulling some strings with the universe. The thing is I can only become Tobias the boy for two hours at a time. Tobias the hawk is my main form now. In some twisted way I am alright with this. My time as a hawk is the only way I have ever felt truly free.

Sure I miss my bed, I miss a lot of things. Heck I even miss school. But I didn't have anything going for me as a human, No family, no friends, only me and my cat. So no. I don't mind being a bird anymore.

Besides. Mice don't taste that bad.

Despite all this though I actually did nearly give it all up when I heard that there was actually someone in my family who wanted me. It was a lie though. Visser three the only Andalite controller in existence and the only one with the power to morph.

The one who killed Elfangor.

He sat across from me in the lawyers office masquerading as a woman named Aria who was my cousin apparently. I didn't understand why he went through such extremes for such deception. Apparently something about a note that was left by my real father. Not the one who died, turns out he was just my step father.

No. My true father was a warrior in an ongoing battle across the stars. He had left the battle to marry my mom and to settle down but was then uprooted by the same creature that had given me back the power to morph. The Ellimist.

In his letter my father apologized to me about not being able to be there for me and that even though we had never met he loved me greatly.

And I had to sit in a chair and stare unflinchingly at the lawyer as I sat across from the monster that had killed my father in the worst way imaginable. I had to put on a brave force or else everything I had ever known or loved would be taken from me.

My name is Tobias. I can't tell you where my friends and I live. I can't tell you their last names, I can't even tell you if these are really even our names. If I did the Yeerks would find us.

I can't let them find us. I made a promise to Elfangor that I would fight for our world.

I promised my FATHER that I wouldn't give up no matter what.

And I intend to keep that promise.