Hi, you don't know me but I think I'll give this a shot anyways. My name is Tabby, I can't tell you my real name and even that name is just a nickname I've gotten so used to. I heard stories faint ones I never thought I'd hear. I believed we were the only ones.

The rogue ship crashing, the elderly blue Andalite practically stumbling down the ramp seeing us with all four eyes. He died that day, the alien named Bou Jubluin Mafliist I guess if he had survived Bou would have been an easiest enough name. As he died he told us we were in danger, that some of his visions had told him terrible things and that they had killed him, the Yeerks, because he tried to get here. I met the alien not alone but with a group of my friends a small enough group and we were all stunned.

I am alone now, all my friends died fighting with me, for Bou he had given us a chance, a rare opportunity. He told us about a blue box but did not have one, he had only his blood. The blood of an Andalite can let you have the ability of changing into simply one morph, one choice animal. We buried him, Bou, and later on after battles against the first few rallies designated to infiltrate where I live, I ended up burying my other friends there as well. Side by side, mounds of uneven grass and flowers grew over their graves. It wasn't that I didn't want their families to have the chance to have their own graves but if they had had their real bodies the coroners would have noticed the blue shine to our blood. So I took their bodies setting up scenes of death so the only way to have a funeral was an empty casket or the burning of some of their important items, like a false cremation.

I stood in front of the graves, only one of my friends who had met Bou was still alive the others were decomposing beneath the ground. Unfortunately he wasn't strong enough for all the loss, the emotional wars that you experience as well as the physical ones. Those ones got to him, losing the first one had fueled him but one after another death after death he grew weak and couldn't continue the fight. Who could? He had one normal friend, who hadn't met Bou Jubluin Mafliist the dying Andalite visionary. I wont say his name either, their dating now, the two boys couldn't be happier.

I decided being the last of our northern Andalite blood-sharers who was still in the fight I should go and investigate down south. TV reports and newspapers made me believe the Vissors were down there trying to fix a big problem. I'd heard about the Vissors when they planned to control where I resided thinking it was a leading land but only to find it was made of wheat fields and mountains. Not as many Yeerks are around here as they used to be but they knew that some of my group still remained. They just didn't know one had forfeited his post and one was going to be leaving for a trip tonight.

Everything was ready and as I stood at the dark bus stop, the only light was showering down on me from a light pole. The engines of my bus could be heard easily down the road from the sheer stillness of the night. I had made the perfect cover story so my parents thought I was just going down south to enter a camp of some sort. They were thrilled that I wanted to go somewhere that would be time consuming over the summer, they didn't like when I used to sit around and relax everyday, thought recently relaxing was a rare event. I looked at my ticket and took a deep breath. Was I just rushing into a deathly murderous trap of the Yeerks or was I going to find something worth my life? I had no clue and I almost hoped for the death simply so I could sleep. My phone bussed in my bag and I reached in and dug it out, a text from...my friend. Only a short one and I was glad, I wouldn't need to reply and the bus was starting to slow so it was the encouragement I needed.

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