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Author Note: I spent at least two months working on this fic, working out what the plot was and what should and shouldn't happen, I've enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoy reading it too, I'd love feed back, either review or e-mail me (it's in the authors directory; phoenix_sol@hotmail.com), it's not compulsory or anything but I'd really appreciate it, aaanyywaaay read on, I know an intro and a prologue is a bit tedious but I had to set the time frame.

Spoilers? There aren't any spoilers really, I've only read up to #43 and even then, there are things that haven't been mentioned. No Ellimist Chronicle spoilers. So don't worry, I don't think anything new is going to be said. AFTER THE BEFORE

INTRODUCTION

A tale of corruption, greed and hate, played in a time where nothing and no one was safe, where the galaxy was still at war. It talks about heroes and heroines, talks about traitors and cowards as well, but most importantly it talks about the truth.

'Heroes are made not born.' According to Achivil the great, he said this after the defeat, after the Animorphs were slaughtered in a hopeless fight, before humans took to the skies. He said that we need heroes to survive this terrible time, a time of which human will fight another human, a human who was helpless, knee deep in slavery, controlled by nothing but a slimy slug.

'Heroes are made not born, and at some time they have to leave us, leaving behind their legacy for others to follow.' Achivil was right about one thing though, he was right about heroes not being born, only a fool would believe that a being could be born 'hero', but he was wrong about the leaving part, at least, about the Animorphs leaving, but at that time no one knew that, or even suspected…

Yet as this tale is spun, far away in an untouched part of Earth, a simple life is starting, the life of a 'to be made hero', but that person doesn't know that. You wouldn't know until after…

But for now, stay and hear what Achivil's thinks, another hero who had left, not left life really, but ran for his life, and hid in a far away place, away from the war, on Earth, ironically where it all began. As far away as the great Achivil was, he knew what was going round him; he had a way of knowing. And all he could do about it was think…

He wasn't going to reenter the war, but he will play a part of it, a big part of taking back Earth, his intervention will be a great cause of it. Yet he doesn't know that, no one knows that Earth, the fallen mother will give birth to an even older, much wiser world, a world the humans are surely to want to return to…

PROLOGUE

It was funny. No ironic. Ironic that it wasn't humanity that devastated itself, ironic that man hadn't by then destroyed himself by all his selfish desires and utterly egocentric thinking. Yes, man had only cared for himself, never more than himself. Back then; man had never cared for himself as a whole. As a people.

But even then there was a difference, a difference between man, human and the people.

Man is the definition of extreme living. And I needn't tell you that, you only have to open any news channel in any part of the world to see this.

The people are different too. But to know who are the people you have to know the human.

A human is a smart, cunning, rational creature. People are the opposite, people are humans grouped together, and humans grouped together are anything but smart, cunning and rational. People are stupid, dumb, irrational things.

You want to understand this better? Think of it this way; if I placed a human in a situation, this situation being that I have just informed it that all hell is going to break loose, the first thing it will do is demand for an explanation. Then act.

You tell people that all hell is going to break loose their first reaction is a primitive one, a simple question is asked; flight or fight? And the second one of them had decided which one to employ the rest will follow regardless. After that, then they will ask for an explanation, after all of what could be destroyed is destroyed after all…

But does it matter? Did it matter? At that time, could all this have been changed? Of course not, that would have been impossible.

He said it was a curse, everything on Earth was at war, and everyone and everything on it had a reason to fight. Right up to the galactic war between aliens. War between man himself, his brain. War between man and man. War between man and the wild. All the way down to war between the wild and the wild. Something had to give; the careful violent balance had been distorted.

Distorted by the humans, distorted by the aliens. The balanced snapped, all of it. And something had to give way.

It was like a dam breaking. And it was not. It was like a dam because the water that burst from it's wounded walls flooding, had destroyed everything. And it was not like a dam because only a human could construct a dam

But humans learned to construct dams by learning and watching, by watching beavers.

Likewise, man had stood silent, watched, stole and constructed from many other creatures and many other things than just the beavers. Yes, man was smart because man was selfish for himself, and because of his selfishness, there is a need to live, a need to survive this all. But how?

Like I said, by watching silently. After the defeat we stole.

We were just a couple hundred, no more. Nothing compared to the billions we used to be, and what we did was scale-up the food chain, we grabbed what we could, we adapted.

We stole technology, and no doubt you know what I am talking about. History repeated itself in a crude way. Very crude.

For it was Yeerks who stole from Andalites and by doing so wanted to destroy them. And so did the humans steal from the Yeerks, they too wanted to destroy them.

But here is where new history is being written, for as a smart human once said, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'

The Andalites were not the humans' friends, but because they were enemies of our enemies, therefore they are our friends. For the time being. Because human will not forget, no, not forget the terrible stain between these two different races, which to the eyes of a stranger seem so similar.

Yes, but one side realized the similarities and apprehended that after the war with the greatest enemy is won, there will be a new war…

But the new war is after.

You want to know what was after…after the before.

After the before. A phrase that will mean nothing to someone who had not known what was after, and what was before.

All I could tell you about this is that after the before; where before is 'before the defeat'. And after is 'after'. So now I could simplify and tell you that after the before is simply after the defeat.

But it is terrible for a human to admit this. No, sorry, a human can admit this. People couldn't, and you have to please the people to survive.

After the before, man had found a beaver, it was a new and unfamiliar thing. He found it building something. And what was it? A dam. A dam was something new and useful. He saw the dam and smiled.

He saw the tools, he mimicked. He saw the skills, he learnt. And he built a dam.

But the dam he built was not a silly puny thing constructed with twigs and trees. No, it was massive. It was made with concrete and metal. It was new and powerful. Improved.

Yes. You understand where this is heading clever little human. No? You do not understand this? It is okay, I will tell you.

The humans saw something new and extraordinary. Like the dam. The humans watched. They saw the tools, and mimicked. They saw the skills, and learnt. And what they came up with was something massive; it was made with new metals. It was something new and powerful. Improved.

But what had the humans saw?

The humans saw a ship.

A spaceship.

And when they saw it they smiled.

And all the Andalites could do about this was dread. All they could do was pretend to be the allies they should be. Because they apprehend that 'after' there will be a war. A new war.

And it wasn't like the little 'primitive' humans did not know this. The Andalites knew that the humans understood.

The humans understood perfectly, they saw it from end to end.

But what did they do?

They mimicked their allies. For they too became allies as well, temporary allies.

And as the war played out and the humans were no longer primitives; all the Andalites stood back their dread grew stronger.

The humans were smart, cleaver, ruthless, cunning. And there were no longer a corrupt people to please. Humans had evolved intellectually.

Yes, for now when you brought a group of humans together and said all hell is going to break lose. They will stand fast, demand a reason, then they will evaluate and act upon this.

And if you brought a human and told it that all hell is going to break loose…ah…a human will say "If there is a hell around here, I will break it loose."

But what if you brought an Andalite? And told it that al hell is going to break loose? That after the great enemy, the Yeerks had been defeated, all hell is going to break loose.

The Andalites will act smartly, plead and try to find a way out, to negotiate, even though it is too late. Even though it was too late.

But a human is rational. Even though the people are not…