A/N: The final thoughts of Elfangor.
Disclaimer: I own the fic. Animorphs belongs to K. A. Applegate.
I lay injured on the ground. Dying. Even if Visser three was not coming to end my life I would die.
It would just be in a nicer way.
Some Earth children saw my shredder when I landed. Three males and two females. One of them...
No. It couldn't be.
Not here, not now.
Not ever.
This had to be the work of that meddler the Ellimist. I'm not sure actually. I don't know, I just don't know.
I gave them the power to morph. It was the only thing that I could think of doing. The Yeerks were coming, were already here and I was powerless to stop them.
Was this what he meant?
When he said that I must return to my original body and original species.
Did he know that this was going to happen?
I feel anger swelling up inside me. I never knew my son.
The one that was right next to now.
I didn't have enough courage to tell him even now.
I see the Bug Fighters circling the air above me. Preparing to land. I tell the children to leave.
The blonde girl tried to stay with me to help. The others were not moving either.
I smiled at them with my eyes. It took all me strength to not seem scared.
I had to try to give them strength, even if I had none.
My son stayed with me. It was strange. I never knew him yet I could feel a strange connection with him. I lifted my hand to his face and transferred the information.
All that I had that would help them in the fight for their planet.
He rocked backwards as the information entered his brain.
Then he ran to join the others.
I would never admit it but I felt alone then.
My life was nearly over and all I wanted was for someone to be there with me.
Like Axmili.
My only sibling. I saw the dome fall down to the planet. Burning up in the atmosphere.
I kept my promise to him though.
I 'burned some slugs'.
Would my parents even know what happened to either of us?
Would they wait at home for their sons to return?
Even after they hear what happened... Will they believe it?
The Bug Fighters have landed now.
First out, as usual, is a Hork-Bajir. No, it was not a Hork-Bajir anymore. It was a Yeerk.
Gentleness taken over by hatred and evil.
I try to contact the children with my thought speech.
I tell them about this enslavery.
They are not too far away. I hear what they say.
After the Hork-Bajir came out, A Taxxon slithers from the ship.
I tell them about this abomination.
Though, whilst saying this I think of Arbon.
Trapped forever in a Taxxon body.
Did he even escape?
Either I don't know or I can't remember.
My memory is slipping away from me.
I am dying.
If Visser Three doesn't come here soon then he'll miss his chance at the thing that he always wanted to do.
Be the one who destroyed me.
I guess I tempted fate.
For the Blade Ship landed near me right at that moment.
He is gloating at me. I get to my feet. I will not die weak. Begging my enemy for mercy. Never.
Never.
I strike at him.
He dodges with Andalite grace and I just miss his head. He's shocked that I dare to try to attack him.
He wants me to give in.
Wants me to accept that he has beaten me.
But he hasn't beaten me.
The Earth children I gave the power to will fight.
My son will fight.
I feel the Hork-Bajir hold me as the Visser morphs.
He picks me up. A tiny insignificant being compared to his stolen body and stolen morph.
I keep striking at me. In my head I know that I can not defeat him. That it is pointless.
In my hearts I have to try.
My tail blade does not hurt him even the smallest bit.
He opens the mouth of his morph.
And drops me.
I feel my body teared to pieces.
Despite trying to give the children strength I scream.
And then my whole world went black.
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