Disclaimer: I do not own the Animorphs, the Yeerks, the Hork-Bajir, or the Ellimist. I do, however, own Annie and a few minor OCs.
A/N: Sorry the chapters are so short; that's how I write. They get longer as the story progresses. Thought-speak tags (greater than and less than signs) don't work here so you'll just have to figure out what's thought-speak and what's not. I have 22 chapters written and I'm stuck there, but hopefully I'll have come up with something by the time I post them all. Enjoy.
Another A/N: This is takes place when they're about fourteen or fifteen, around book thirty or so.
Yet another A/N: Scratch the thought-speak comment. I replaced the signs with ↢ and ↣ signs.
Prologue
My name is Annie.
I'm a normal girl. I go to school, have crushes, constantly gripe about anything and everything.
But I also have another life, one I share with only six people: Jake, Cassie, Tobias, Rachel, Marco, and Ax.
It started for them at the abandoned construction site when they met a dying alien.
It started for me at the bookstore when I bought a book.
I can't tell you where we live, or my full name, or any of the last names of my friends. Maybe I'm not even using our real first names. I guess you'll never know.
But all the facts are true.
Earth is being invaded by aliens.
Now you think I'm crazy. But I've said it once, and I'll say it again: It's all true.
Now maybe you're thinking, Okay, suppose it is true. Where are all the little green men from Mars, the flying saucers, the laser beams that are trying to blast us apart?
It's not that kind of invasion.
The Yeerks are parasites.
They look like slugs. They crawl through your ear, spreading over your brain and taking over. You want to run and scream and beg, but you can't. You can't eat or drink or talk or even wiggle a finger without the Yeerk's consent. All you can do is cower silently in a corner of your mind, watching helplessly as your body tries to take over the world.
Now, before you reach for the phone book to look up the number for the insane asylum, listen to our story.
I promise you, it's true.