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Note: This fanfic is set a little less than 500 years after the Animorphs, but doesn't follow that ending part. If you want, you can read more on Galactic Conflict, because that's what this is based off of. Check my profile. (Oh, and this is thought-speech.)
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My name is Eldra Four-Six-Two-Eight of the Durag Nolar pool. In case you did not know, that is the first pool to have been created on the planet more than four hundred years ago. You may know me as the Emperor of the Yeerk Empire, but I am much more.
I belong to Crayak. While he looms menacingly in his universe, I am there to tender his sword. My armies decimate the Terran filth with stunning faculty. All over, Andalites are being captured and infested. On top of this, the Terrans and the Andalites have a small disagreement.
It started with three forces. It shall end with one. There is no telling which will win, but the tide is turned in Yeerk favor.
My power did not come easy. In fact, my life has been full of struggle and servitude. This only proves in the end that the strong are meant to prevail and the weak are made to serve the strong.
Strength is the key to infinite power, and, perhaps, someone stronger than I will destroy me and take my place. But until then, I shall prevail.