ANIMORPHS: A New Beginning

Disclaimer: I do not own Animorphs or any of the characters affiliated with it. They are the property of K. A. Applegate and by no means am I trying to steal her idea. In other words, please don't sue me. I'm a high school student with no money just trying to do something that I love to do, and that is writing.

Author's Note: Ohayo minna-san, or for those of you not familiar with Japanese, hello everyone. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. This is my second attempt at fanfiction, so I hope that you find it good enough for your tastes. If you like this story, I would recommend reading my Gundam Wing fanfic under the "Anime" category. It is an alternate universe fic entitled "Broken Reflections". I know I'm shamelessly self-promoting, but I would really really like to get some reviews for it. I would really also appreciate some review for this fic. Good or bad, I doesn't matter, just tell me what you think. Well, I guess that's about it. Happy reading! Ja ne!


Chapter 1: Prelude

"Full emergency power to the engines," Jake said. "Ram the Blade ship." Within the cockpit of the Yeerk fighter dubbed the Rachel, Menderash calmly followed his commander's order. He shunted the reserves and the spacecraft leapt forward towards the larger ship. There was no cry of fear, no display of cowardice, from those onboard. They all knew their mission and were prepared to meet death head on. The crew of the Blade ship scrabbled to shoot down the smaller vessel, but the speed and surprise of the move had caught them off guard. There was no way to stop what was coming, and all present knew it...

"Wait." The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, and had an instantaneous effect. The Rachel was frozen half a millisecond away from slamming into the unprotected bridge of the Blade ship, both hanging in the dead cold of outer space. Within the ship's walls, the passengers were held motionless in suspended animation, Jake's dangerous smile, Marco's tight-lipped grin of defiance, and the emotionless masks worn by Menderash, Santorelli, and Gerard held on their faces.

There was a lengthy pause before the voice spoke again. "It cannot end this way, it can't be allowed. I will not allow it," said a figure from within the blackness of space. Its head turned towards another form nearby. "You owe me. Now it is time to pay part of the debt."

"And how will these actions be justified?" questioned the other in a voice older than the stars.

"The rules have been broken. He has made himself a direct player in the game. Therefore, this scenario is invalid. It is your move, and I have decided it for you. Do it," whispered the first.

"As you wish. It will start again, but it can change only after they have assembled. The original players must be retained. He has his, and I now have all of mine-"

The voice was cut off as the other interjected, "Don't presume too much. I am not your pawn; I have a life and destiny of my own that were denied me before," said the figure forcefully. It turned to glance back towards the ships. "I will promise you one thing though. It will not be the same this time..."