PROLOGUE
The original Animorphs are gone; Jake, Tobias, Marco, and Prince Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthili have vanished, Cassie passed away a short while after Jake left. I guess the stress of the war, mixed with the heartache of losing Jake, was too much. But that's not why I'm here.
The Andalites are extinct. All those on Earth, approximately forty or fifty at most, were called back to their home world. And from there, we lost contact with them. Six months later, the unthinkable happened: several Kelbrid ships, suspected to be piloted by the rogue Yeerks, destroyed the Andalite home world. They fired the Dracon beams into the Andalite's own oxygen-rich atmosphere, and set it ablaze. The huge fireball destroyed all the Kelbrid ships, along with the Andalite ships in orbit. Every Andalite on the surface was cooked alive…the surface was flash-fried. And to top it off, that's not the worst of it. The Yeerks are spreading once more. One by one, we are losing contact with our alien allies. The Snaa, the Mjlfork, the Sstram, among others. And now the Yeerks have declared open war on us; ship after ship is dropping from the sky, and the Yeerks are decimating what we've managed to rebuild.
But once more, six people have risen to combat this spreading plague. It's not going to be as easy as last time; the handicapped Animorphs have all been killed by the first wave of Yeerk soldiers, and they've already got the upper hand. But we six have been given the gift of Elfangor, and we're prepared to use it.
The original Animorphs are gone; Jake, Tobias, Marco, and Prince Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthili have vanished, Cassie passed away a short while after Jake left. I guess the stress of the war, mixed with the heartache of losing Jake, was too much. But that's not why I'm here.
The Andalites are extinct. All those on Earth, approximately forty or fifty at most, were called back to their home world. And from there, we lost contact with them. Six months later, the unthinkable happened: several Kelbrid ships, suspected to be piloted by the rogue Yeerks, destroyed the Andalite home world. They fired the Dracon beams into the Andalite's own oxygen-rich atmosphere, and set it ablaze. The huge fireball destroyed all the Kelbrid ships, along with the Andalite ships in orbit. Every Andalite on the surface was cooked alive…the surface was flash-fried. And to top it off, that's not the worst of it. The Yeerks are spreading once more. One by one, we are losing contact with our alien allies. The Snaa, the Mjlfork, the Sstram, among others. And now the Yeerks have declared open war on us; ship after ship is dropping from the sky, and the Yeerks are decimating what we've managed to rebuild.
But once more, six people have risen to combat this spreading plague. It's not going to be as easy as last time; the handicapped Animorphs have all been killed by the first wave of Yeerk soldiers, and they've already got the upper hand. But we six have been given the gift of Elfangor, and we're prepared to use it.