A/N: This is a story written in response to a challenge to include:
- Opening setting in the Andalite Dome Ship - Elfangor screws up while doing his training - Ax and Elfangor have to be present
The PG-13 rating is for later chapters.
Dodging Menace
War Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul blinked at Officer Tuhriham-Jippon- Rheodannot and sighed. It appeared that he had to face the planet Earth again. Not that that was a bad thing. Earth was fluffy white clouds and endless deep blue seas. Earth was toppling uncertainly on two legs and sucking socially on small cylinders. Earth was chocolate kisses and ecstasy in -
Whatever. Earth signified beauty.
And yet his hearts thudded sickeningly in this chest and his head swam with too many questions.
.thought you are the most suitable for this task, Prince Elfangor. You already have knowledge of the Yeerk in charge, so you may be able to be more strategic.
The human children, were they still alive? How's his son? Was it just a foolish, desperate thing to do - giving five human children the morphing ability?
.unlike the vain ones who get carried away with their cockiness, nor the self-doubting ones. You have the respect of the warriors, who will obey you on your word regardless of their own doubts.
Thank you. Elfangor gestured with his stalk eyes and walked away.
Tuhriham had come to Elfangor's scoop at what was equivalent to 3:21am that day and woken him up. Elfangor had opened the shield of the scoop to find Tuhriham standing gracefully outside, an excited grin on his face. Indeed, the situation on the Homeworld has changed - at night it was required to lock up the scoop, it was no longer an open space exposed to the skies. It still appeared that way, of course, thanks to the superior Andalite technology. Anyway, showing Elfangor his military licence, Tuhriham had urged Elfangor to inspect the newly built Dome Ship, whose designs have been improvised. Yes, at three-something in the morning. So Elfangor, being the tolerant gentleman that he was, did not ask any questions.
It turned out that Tuhriham had this mission for him. It was a 'flattering surprise'. The mission was called on no notice. It was only an accident that some bored officers came to do a detailed analysis of the current situation on Earth. They found that the situation was worse than expected, and ordered ships to go there immediately to 'keep things under control' until the 'real' army arrived. And this Dome Ship was called on.
Elfangor's mental clock told him it was still very early - a little over six. He would be getting up now on a regular day. The sun in the artificial environment would be rising soon. His head was full and he hoped running in the meadow would help. Once he reached the Dome, he fed as he galloped. After running aimlessly for a while, he reached the place where there was a pond of water.
From the water that gave birth to us As Elfangor dipped his hoove into the water, he thought of how peaceful the day really was. His previous nerves probably just came from an empty stomach. Elfangor smiled at the way the morning ritual brough optimism into every day.
From the grass that feeds us A mission was nothing unusual. The daily ritual was uplifting and reassuring.
For the freedom that unites us/We rise to the stars/Freedom is my only cause/Duty to the people, my only guide/Obedience to my prince, my only glory The words floated so fluently and lightly into the breeze.
Destruction of my enemies, my most solemn vow.
Elfangor's breath stuck in his throat as he realised that there were no excuses for failing to destroy Visser Three this time. How very very many times had the Yeerk Esplin9466 gotten away? How close he himself had come to being defeated? Their personal battle had lasted so long.through the Taxxon Homeworld, through their own created universe, through separate timelines. and it was still not over. Suddenly he felt exhausted. Drained in every way. They had chased each other through every medium, and now five human children were burdened with something this big, this extreme, this impossible.
I, Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul, Andalite War Prince, offer my life. He shivered in the darkness of the early hours, and pressed his surprisingly steady tailblade to his throat.
A/N: Nothing much is happening yet - but it will!! And next chapter will provide an explanation as to why Elfangor's alive. As I do not have any of the Animorphs books with me (they are in my other house) and I haven't read any of them for many months, I can't remember many trivialities *mope*. If only I could re-write parts of the AC or #8 in Elfie's POV *sigh*. I don't have a clear idea as to where the story is going yet. Anyway, take mercy upon my review-deprived existence and review!
- Opening setting in the Andalite Dome Ship - Elfangor screws up while doing his training - Ax and Elfangor have to be present
The PG-13 rating is for later chapters.
Dodging Menace
War Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul blinked at Officer Tuhriham-Jippon- Rheodannot and sighed. It appeared that he had to face the planet Earth again. Not that that was a bad thing. Earth was fluffy white clouds and endless deep blue seas. Earth was toppling uncertainly on two legs and sucking socially on small cylinders. Earth was chocolate kisses and ecstasy in -
Whatever. Earth signified beauty.
And yet his hearts thudded sickeningly in this chest and his head swam with too many questions.
.thought you are the most suitable for this task, Prince Elfangor. You already have knowledge of the Yeerk in charge, so you may be able to be more strategic.
The human children, were they still alive? How's his son? Was it just a foolish, desperate thing to do - giving five human children the morphing ability?
.unlike the vain ones who get carried away with their cockiness, nor the self-doubting ones. You have the respect of the warriors, who will obey you on your word regardless of their own doubts.
Thank you. Elfangor gestured with his stalk eyes and walked away.
Tuhriham had come to Elfangor's scoop at what was equivalent to 3:21am that day and woken him up. Elfangor had opened the shield of the scoop to find Tuhriham standing gracefully outside, an excited grin on his face. Indeed, the situation on the Homeworld has changed - at night it was required to lock up the scoop, it was no longer an open space exposed to the skies. It still appeared that way, of course, thanks to the superior Andalite technology. Anyway, showing Elfangor his military licence, Tuhriham had urged Elfangor to inspect the newly built Dome Ship, whose designs have been improvised. Yes, at three-something in the morning. So Elfangor, being the tolerant gentleman that he was, did not ask any questions.
It turned out that Tuhriham had this mission for him. It was a 'flattering surprise'. The mission was called on no notice. It was only an accident that some bored officers came to do a detailed analysis of the current situation on Earth. They found that the situation was worse than expected, and ordered ships to go there immediately to 'keep things under control' until the 'real' army arrived. And this Dome Ship was called on.
Elfangor's mental clock told him it was still very early - a little over six. He would be getting up now on a regular day. The sun in the artificial environment would be rising soon. His head was full and he hoped running in the meadow would help. Once he reached the Dome, he fed as he galloped. After running aimlessly for a while, he reached the place where there was a pond of water.
From the water that gave birth to us As Elfangor dipped his hoove into the water, he thought of how peaceful the day really was. His previous nerves probably just came from an empty stomach. Elfangor smiled at the way the morning ritual brough optimism into every day.
From the grass that feeds us A mission was nothing unusual. The daily ritual was uplifting and reassuring.
For the freedom that unites us/We rise to the stars/Freedom is my only cause/Duty to the people, my only guide/Obedience to my prince, my only glory The words floated so fluently and lightly into the breeze.
Destruction of my enemies, my most solemn vow.
Elfangor's breath stuck in his throat as he realised that there were no excuses for failing to destroy Visser Three this time. How very very many times had the Yeerk Esplin9466 gotten away? How close he himself had come to being defeated? Their personal battle had lasted so long.through the Taxxon Homeworld, through their own created universe, through separate timelines. and it was still not over. Suddenly he felt exhausted. Drained in every way. They had chased each other through every medium, and now five human children were burdened with something this big, this extreme, this impossible.
I, Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul, Andalite War Prince, offer my life. He shivered in the darkness of the early hours, and pressed his surprisingly steady tailblade to his throat.
A/N: Nothing much is happening yet - but it will!! And next chapter will provide an explanation as to why Elfangor's alive. As I do not have any of the Animorphs books with me (they are in my other house) and I haven't read any of them for many months, I can't remember many trivialities *mope*. If only I could re-write parts of the AC or #8 in Elfie's POV *sigh*. I don't have a clear idea as to where the story is going yet. Anyway, take mercy upon my review-deprived existence and review!