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Not a Happy Ending
All stories don't have a happy ending. Good does not always triumph over evil. Nothing is ever perfect. Believe me, I know.
I lived in a small scoop. I didn't know what popular even felt like. My name was Nala-Smiwich-Fallan and I was an Andalite.
Then, one day after school, a voice came over the transmitter:
The yeerks are attacking a densely populated planet. Anyone capable of flying a ship through Z-Space report to sector Z648 now.
Of course, I had no idea how to fly a ship through anything. I didn't go. I didn't fly bravely, killing thousands of yeerks. Nope, I sat in my scoop and shook.
There was no school, as most of us were off fighting bravely. My own brother was one of the best pilots they had. I was lost. Lost in my own self-pity. My virtual games were my only comfort.
One day I received word that my brother had been killed. I was the only one in my family able to avenge him, so I snuck aboard the warship Galash.
It was torture, those few months. I was constantly hiding from warriors and arisths[Hey, is it arisths or aristhes?] I knew the penalty for this was death. My ribs were poking through my fur.
I was so scared. Not only of where I was, but what I had to do.
The ship was in a battle. I ran out and took a ship. The ship flew faster than the kafit bird. I saw the ship I was looking for. I fired my shredder. TTTSSSEEEEWWWW! He exploded with brilliant colors. I relaxed.
I never knew what hit me. I fell plummeting to the giant blue and white planet.
Now, I am here. Somewhere, or nowhere at all. I see a humanoid creature coming towards me. I saw hid two eyes and hands, his four pods and wings. I saw…