The Newcomer
By Tes-sama
Prologue
Hello, my name is Gina. This is going to be a little new for you,
I can tell you my name and I can tell you where I live. I can tell
you all this because I don't belong here. My name is Gina Williams. I live, well;
I used to live in Circle Pines, Minnesota. I know about the Yeerks and how they infest people and aliens and turn
them into slaves of the Yeerk Empire. I know about the Hork-Bajir, the Taxxons,
the Gedds and the Leerans.
I especially know about the Animorphs. I know things about them
they don't know themselves. In fact I know too much. I know all of these
things, things that seem so impossible because I "read" it, and that
is how my story begins.
I
had been looking forward to today; it was the day that the new Animorphs books
were going to come out; Number 23 and The Hork-Bajir Chronicles. My
mother said she would take me to the mall bookstore to get the books once I got
my homework done. Once I finished my math, I went to the mall.
There
was a new Barnes & Nobles in the mall and it was huge. I asked one of the
people that were stocking books, where the Animorphs books were, and she
pointed to a stand decorated with pictures of Animorphs with Elfangor and a
T-Rex head. I went over and snatched the books I was looking for. One book said
Animorphs the Hork-Bajir Chronicles. The book had the picture of a female
Andalite and a Hork-Bajir. The other book showed a picture of Tobias morphing a
rabbit with his former self in the background.
I
found a place to sit and read because my mom was looking for a book of her own.
I got through the first few pages of the Hork-Bajir Chronicles when "Quite
a book series isn't it?"
I looked to the direction of where I heard the
man, but there was no one there. I looked in the other direction and there was
a man sitting next to me on a chair that wasn't there before. The man was
fairly old, with a thick, gray, beard, weathered face, gray hair, and blue
eyes. He looked a lot like my grandfather who died four years ago.
"Yes
sir, I've read all of them. They're my favorite books. The best one or at least
my favorite is the Andalite Chronicles. I've read it three times" I said,
a little confused that I just blurted all that out to a total stranger. But I
felt strangely relaxed around him, I don't know why.
"Is
that so?" The old man said. "K.A. Applegate has quite an
imagination."
"Yeah,
I wish I had an imagination like hers', or like George Lucas', or Anne
McCaffrey's." I said with a laugh.
"Well,
they say that lessons in life are learned through experience. Maybe that
applies to imagination too. Imagination is expanded by experience with amazing
things. Some people are born with a great imagination and some create it.
Others hide it deep inside and are afraid to show it.
"Let
me ask you a question, if the Animorphs were real and you had the chance, would
you join them? Now don't answer yet!" He said, before I could blurt out
'You bet I would!', "Now I want you to think, I mean, really think about
that. Remember how they described what they went through. The terror...the
destruction...the pain... and the sorrow." Then I noticed a tear running
down my cheek. I couldn't believe it; I had really felt for these characters in
the books.
"Now,
remember the courage... the triumph...the happiness. They know they are the
last hope for this planet. So I ask you again, if the Animorphs where real, and
you had the chance to join them in their lasting struggle to save the world, to
fight along side them, even to morph....would
you?"
"Yes...
oh yes I would! I truly would!"
When
I looked up he was gone I didn't bother looking for the man, I just started
reading again. I got threw the first six or seven pages and my mom told me we
had to get going.
When
I got home I went into my room and started reading it again. That night I sat
on my bed starring at the Animorphs collection I had set on my bookshelf. I had
all the Animorphs books #1 through 23, all the Megamorph books, and all the
chronicles.
Then for no reason at all, I
gathered all my books and put them into a traveling bag I had in my closet. I
don't know why, I just did. I looked back toward my bed and there was the old
man, the same one that was in the bookstore, sitting on my bed! I yelped in
shock, and looked around to figure out how he got in here. " You're the
guy at the bookstore! How'd you get in here?" I demanded still shaken.
"Who are you?"
"The
question is not who but what. I am what is called an Ellimist."
"Ha!
The Ellimist is just a character in the books."
"Yes,
and he has chosen you!!!"
Suddenly,
I was floating in this array of colors, traveling through what seemed like a
wormhole on Star Trek: DS9. I was flung out into space, stars all around me
with Earth in the distance. The thing that bothered me was the fact that I
could breath. I must be dreaming. Yes, I
fell asleep while I was reading my book, I said to myself.
NO,
YOU ARE NOT DREAMING, GINA.
"Aaaahh,
what's going on?" I yelled in panic. Suddenly I was falling....
falling.... Suddenly –
CRASH!
"Oumph!"
