disclaimer: i do not own Animorphs; the girl is Rachel, as mentioned in the end. A.L.R. i for Anily-Lyzah-Redhawk.

a girl pulled out a letter from her attic of the house her family just bought.

"who's A.L.R.?" the girl wondered, tracing the letters on the flap with her finger.

she opened the letter and started to read:

July 6th, 2007

if you want my name, too bad; i can't tell anyone. it's too dangerous. they may still be out there. who are they? you really don't want to know.

what i can tell you is this: Earth is being invaded and the only hope is five human teenagers and an alien cadet. but that's for later; those six will tell the world who they are another day.

me, now, i'm related to one of those five humans. i'm a blood mix of Andalites and humans. my twin that is one of our only hopes is also an Andalite/human, and in the body of a hawk. my father isn't from Earth. my mom is the only normal human of us.

if some one's reading this, it means that i am most likely dead. and possibly that the six are too; but if they're dead, they must be gone from Earth. the Andalites must have come to their aide and helped us win.

who ever is reading this, i want you to dispose of this after you read it; it was stupid of me to even write it in the first place. or, if Earth won and they are no more, go ahead and tell others.

what i want you to know, is that there are other life sources on other planets besides Earth; if you didn't already know that.

actually, i just want the following to know what i think of them if they are still alive:

Cassie----:even if Marco tells you that you're 'Mother Nature', what you really are is a true friend. you are a kind, gentle person that can tell if something i wrong with others. what i have to say to you is this- don't stop hoping for something or someone even if someone says it won't happen; you're a great person.

Rachel --------: now, Xena, what do i have to say to you? well, you are a brave person. i never thought someone could love battle so much. this is what i want you to know- any one would be proud to call you a warrior; i bet the Andalites will let you fight, regarding their rule of no females in the military.

Jake --------: oh Fearless Leader, what could the others do without you? even if you don't agree with your choice, you always help them out of the muck in the end. this i what is have to say- you will be a great War-Prince, to Andalite standards; when you regard your choice, keep hoping that it'll work in the end.

Marco -------: hey, Joker. you may get on Rachel' and my nerves, but you help lighten the mood when you and the others are "signing your death wishes". shout out- keep making jokes if they help ease some one's mood; no matter how lame they are; i hope your mom becomes free soon; um, nothing else to say.

Tobias ------: hello, Bird-Boy. you'll be human again, don't worry; that is, if you aren't now. you're closer to a family relative that cares for you than you think. i have to say this- you'll be with your family soon; you're also a great um, friend/bird; also, your mom is sorry that she left you between your relatives that don't care about you.

Aximili: my Andalite friend, you will avenge Elfangor in time; if you fail, which i doubt you will, Tobias will avenge both of you. right now, i have to say this- you are a great warrior, and a great brother to Elfangor; he and your family are very proud of you.

please, whoever is reading this, tell them if they still survive. i can't tell you their last names, but they are the six that had/are fought/fighting the invasion on Earth.

if they want to know who wrote this, say "A.L.R.". they know who i am, or at least, they will.

--

A.L.R.

the girl stared at the letter once more.

she held it close to her, tightly. "i will tell them, the others when i meet them."

the girl, Rachel, glanced at her watch: January 1st, 1993.

the letter, was written fourteen years later...