The Generation
Prologue
~notes~
Okay, here is the deal. When I start to get feedback on my last fic, a Yugioh fic, then I will continue with it. If I do not get feedback on this fic I will dump it. Yes, I am that desperate for reviews. I will also have Ax read the disclaimer...
Ax: Nyassa does not own Beyblades. She does not own the Animorphs, she wishes that she did, because she has been following the series religiously since she saw the first volume in the book order in fifth grade. She also vows to someday turn Animorphs into an Anime series and own the series that way. However, she does not find this very likely to happen anytime soon. Nyassa also does not own U2 which, she adds, is the favorite band of the actor who played Tobias in the pitiful excuse that calls itself an Animorphs TV show. Nyassa also disclaims any sexual connotations derived from this statement. It is her profound hope that she will get to peg Visser 3 with an Ooka Melon. Now, she says, on with the fanfic.
~Judin Olarn Sorath~
My ruined fighter tumbled through zero space. But what could I do? Power had failed, gravity had failed. I couldn't get to the engine controls! But why not just fall? We had lost the Hork Bajir world. Our greatest failure. And my Prince, Alloran, had released a quantum virus on the Hork Bajir world. Such horrible disgrace. As his superior I would most certainly be blamed.
Then I heard something that chilled me to the bone. //Zero Space engine failure in five minutes and counting.//
OH NO! I fought, struggling for ground. I couldn't let it end that way! I couldn't! I hit the bulkhead at the far end of the fighter. I kicked! //YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!// I screamed.
But I made it to the panel. //Bring us out of Zero space!// I shouted. //I don't care where! Just let me out! GET ME OUT OF HERE!//
//Leaving Zero Space now.// The computer said.
To my infinite relief the tiny fighter emerged into the blackness of space. I was tumbling headlong into the atmosphere of a planet, but planets weren't so bad. I could fix the communications equipment, I could call my little brother Elfangor, and my parents, and everyone back home and tell them that I was alright.
And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring...
And love is not the easy thing...
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind
I hit the atmosphere with a small, whumph noise. The hull screamed across the sky, heading towards an area filled with mountains. //Oh little brother, if only you could see this.// I whispered, awed at the land of sky and mountain and sea.
The land drew closer, closer. With serenity, I curled up against the bulkhead, bracing for the crash. WHAM!!! Everything went black.
When I woke at last, it was about midday. I reached up towards the control panel. //Computer, respond! Damage report!//
//Zero space engines offline,// The computer began. //Normal space engines offline,//
So far so good.
//Weapons systems online, Navigation malfunction, navigation offline, communications offline.//
//NO!!// I yelled in frustration. //NO NO NONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!// I howled in mixed anguish, anger and frustration.
And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
I left the ship. There was no reason to stay. I packed up everything, put it in a loop of netting, it contained seeds, a shredder, a pakka doll that Elfangor had made for my last birthday, the wishflower I saved from his birth, a holographic picture of my family, extra cartridges, and an escafil device. I wrapped it up in the cloth commonly used for scoops, tied the bundle, and carried it over my shoulder. As I left my dear ship, I felt my heart breaking. I couldn't go home. They would think I was dead. I couldn't go home!
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong
I traveled for days, then suddenly, in the distance, I saw flashes of light, beams of it! Red, black, blue, A BATTLE! I ran to the spot, tossing my bundle up against a tree. Then I saw what was happening, and I stopped.
These were aliens fighting! But the most ludicrous aliens I had ever seen! They wore skin coverings, robes really. They looked kind of young. They had soft pink skin, and very little hair, except on their heads. Their heads had lots of hair. One of them had long, light blue hair that he had tied back in a pony tail. He wore some kind of armor and a loose cape billowed around his feet. The second human had hair that was slightly shorter, black, and wore some sort of lose robes. He carried something that looked like a double edged blade with a leather handle. The third human wore a baseball hat to cover his short hair. He carried a clipboard and wore some sort of white robe.
"Go easy on it Voltaire!" The third human told the youngest of the three.
"I'M TRYING D!" Voltaire growled in frustration. "Dark Dranzer doesn't listen to me unless I tell him something he wants to hear!"
"Come on! It's a spirit for crying out loud, they don't talk!" The Human named 'D' said, irritated.
I huddled down behind some bushes. Here was an opportune chance to bring my translator chip up to speed.
"Wanna bet on that?" Voltaire growled back.
"Um... dude, why don't we take a break." The second human suggested. "I'm exhausted."
"One more trial!" Voltaire growled. "I know I can get it!"
Walk on, walk on
What you got they can't steal it
No they can't even feel it
As I watched the two humans leveled something that looked suspiciously like a beam weapon at each other. The human Dee took up a position between the two of them. "THREE! TWO! ONE! LET IT RIP!"
"DARK DRANZER!" Voltaire pulled some kind of cord, sending some kind of gyroscopic top shooting out of it.
The second human calmly released his own top. "DRAGOOOOON!" He shouted.
From the tops rose two monstrous creatures. The first was an incredibly graceful bird that shimmered with black and blue fire. It looked almost like a flaming kafit bird, only it didn't have enough wings. The bird screamed in defiance.
From the second top rose some kind of enormous, blue, yellow, and gray, reptilian creature. Despite the fact that it had no wings, it sailed gracefully through the air. The two creatures shot towards each other. With a roar and a scream the two monsters collided, crashed, parted, and crashed again. Blinding lights flashed, sparks flew! It was incredible!
I was so startled, I jumped back against the tree, crashing into the bushes, tripping over my own bundle. The noise crashed loud in my ears.
"COME BACK BOTH OF YOU!" Dee shouted. The beyblades, as I later learned they were called, flew back to their owner's hands.
I was too tangled up to escape. "WOW!" They exclaimed when they saw me. "What are you?" Dee asked.
I shivered, getting slowly to my feet. //I am an andilite, I am War-Princess Judin Olarn Sorath. I was trapped on Earth. I thought there was a battle going on between my people and our enemies, the Yeerks, so I came to investigate.//
I told them my story, and they told me theirs. Over that evening, I made three friends for life.
Walk on, walk on...
Stay safe tonight
They managed to hide me over the next few years. I am very good at hiding. Voltaire provided the money to create a sanctuary in the national forest where I'd crashed. It was underground, and when I combined it with Andilite Hydroponics technology, I was able to grow my garden amidst pillars carved to look like Dark Dranzer and Dragoon entwined. It was a symbol of our friendship. Inside the mouths of the different Dragoon statues, I hid my dearest belongings. But if somebody tried to make Dark Dranzer give up its secrets, he would shoot them with shredders. It was MY sanctuary, and I didn't want anybody in there.
I left a pair of sleeping Kafit bird statues outside the entry to my ship, which was also buried down there. Carved on them was the famous poem, "Until My Eyes Open." It reflected my sadness, my loss, but I tried not to think of it.
Over the next several years, I used the Frolis Manuver to create a human morph. The three friends split up. The human, Dickenson, focused on the science behind these new Beyblades. The second human, Sierran, focused on the sport's more competitive side. I joined Voltaire in his native Moscow to work on developing the social potential of the game of Beyblades. I disguised myself as a human to work with him.
Voltaire started a place called Balkov Abbey. The point was to create a sanctuary for children, especially orphans, who showed empathy with bitbeasts.
Sierran came dancing in to visit one day. "JUDY!" That was my nickname, "I'VE GOT A GRANDSON!"
Sure enough, a baby sat in a "Baby backpack." He had Sierran's black hair, and beautiful cobalt colored eyes.
"What's his name?" I asked.
"His name is Tyson! And he's going to be a world champion someday! You just watch!"
I smiled, a lovely human expression. "I'm sure he will be. Voltaire has a grandson too. His name is Kai, and he's almost a year old already."
"How much time is left in morph?" Sierran whispered.
You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
Tyson perked up in his backpack and gurgled. "Kuu!"
"I've got about a half an hour." I told him. "I'll just take this to Voltaire and head down to the basement."
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom
We brought Voltaire a report. "Voltaire, I finished the readout on that new bitbeast. I know enough to suggest a name too, Wolborg, because it appears to be a wolf, with metal..."
The fire alarm went off.
Walk on, walk on
What you've got they can't deny it
Can't sell it, can't buy it
"WHAT'S HAPPENING?" Voltaire demanded.
The apprentice, Gideon answered him over the radio. "Get the children out! This is Journeman Gideon! We have a fire on level four, get the children out NOW!"
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight
"Where's Kai!" Voltaire demanded. I grabbed three year old Bryan and five year old Robert. "GET OUT OF HERE!"
Ten year old Boris ran past me, coughing, screaming. "BORIS GET DOWN!" I shouted.
"I can't see! My eyes are burned!" Boris protested.
Gideon grabbed him. "I'll get you out, stay down and keep your hand on my shoulder! Voltaire, sir! I found Kai!" He handed Kai to Voltaire. "He got a hold of Dark Dranzer! He started the place on fire with it!"
In his bundles, Kai stared straight ahead. His hands were clenched around Voltaire's beyblade. But it was Kai's eyes that forever burned in my memory. They were no longer their usual chocolate brown. They were red, bright, blood red.
And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Time! I was running out of time! Fifteen minutes left!
"Tawa!" Robert cried as we ran out into the snow. "Wew Tawa! N' Spenthu?"
I looked, yes, two year old Tala and six year old Spencer were still inside. Gods, I had to get them!
But morph time! I had ten minutes left!
Home... hard to know what it is if you've never had one
Home... I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is
No choice, I ran in, ducking flames. Behind me debris fell. Smoke burned my delicate human eyes. There was no way that I'd be able to push debris out of the way in my andilite body. I had to stay human!
Then I heard it, crying. "TALA!" I shouted at the top of my human voice. "TALA! SPENCER!"
"JUU! JUU!" Tala bawled.
I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
Spencer was shielding Tala under a metal table. Spencer was unconscious, third degree burns covered his body. Tala was trapped under him, crying.
I grabbed both of them under my human arms. "Shh Tala! I've got you!"
"Juuji! Thpen no talkie!" Tala bawled. "Blaa spoth!"
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Five minutes in morph! A burning beam fell from the ceiling! I rammed it out of the way, feeling the searing pain. Tala screamed in fear, coughed twice and lay still. Smoke burned my lungs! I HAD TO GET OUT!
The door was searing hot, half of it had burned off the hinges. I ran from the burning hellhole.
"TAWAAAAAA!!!!" Robert screamed in fear.
"He's not breathing!" Boris drew back in panic.
Two minutes left in morph.
I had a choice, administer CPR and risk being trapped in morph, or be safe and let Tala die. I remembered Alloran's horrible decision. He had decided to be safe, at the cost of an entire species.
I could not stay safe. Not after what he did.
"come on Tala!" I exclaimed. I took a deep breath, bending down, forcing air into his lungs. In, up out, in, up, out, in, up, out...
One minute. Tala coughed, sputtered, and burst into tears.
I jumped up bolting into the darkness of the Abbey courtyard. DEMORPH! DEMORPH!!! I screamed the command into my own head.
Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
Five seconds, four, three, two, one...
My watch went off. No changes... none...
I fell to my knees in the darkness. I screamed in rage and pain. Sweat dripped from my forehead. The only thing that changed was that my burns healed. Where they did, the skin was bare. No blue, no fur.
"Judy!!" Voltaire, Sierran, and Mr. Dickenson were running towards me.
"DEMORPH!" Sierran screamed.
"I can't!" I wailed.
"What do you mean you can't??" Voltaire's eyes were wild in fear.
"I can't! I tried!" I sobbed. "It didn't work! I'm... I'm trapped..." The reality settled on me like a weight. "I... I..." I burst into tears.
All that you fashion
All that you make
The human paramedics came. They took the children away. Boris had to go into the hospital, but the doctor thought that he could construct a mask that would work as well as his old eyes. Spencer had to get skin grafts, but he would recover. Tala was kept overnight for observation. He stayed about a week before the doctor pronounced him fit.
The only parts of me that had demorphed were my eyes and the andilite genes for thoughtspeak and empathy.
All that you build
All that you break
Shell-shocked, I sat in the waiting room at the hospital. "Are you alright?"
The human wore the uniform of a nurse. His hair was dark brown, with matching brown eyes. "I'm sorry, you look absolutely horrible. Want a cup of coffee?"
I smiled weakly. "Yeah, I could sure use one."
All that you measure
All that you steal
Over the next year, I married this nurse. I lived as a human, all the way as a human. There were days that I even began to forget.
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
I forgot what it felt like to run free under a sky. I forgot what it was like to see in all directions. I forgot the speed of my tail.
All that you sense
All that you speak
Nine months later, I gave birth to my son, my darling, my miracle.
All you dress up
All that you scheme...
His name was....
~notes~
So how does it sound?
V3: It sounds like crap.
(smacks him in face with an ooka melon.) YOU'RE OUT! (imatates JayZ) Oh! You can't hit the unhittable, dodge the undogable!
V3 (wipes alien fruit pieces from his face) I will kill you for that human.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Hides behind Ax)
Ax: ...?
Prologue
~notes~
Okay, here is the deal. When I start to get feedback on my last fic, a Yugioh fic, then I will continue with it. If I do not get feedback on this fic I will dump it. Yes, I am that desperate for reviews. I will also have Ax read the disclaimer...
Ax: Nyassa does not own Beyblades. She does not own the Animorphs, she wishes that she did, because she has been following the series religiously since she saw the first volume in the book order in fifth grade. She also vows to someday turn Animorphs into an Anime series and own the series that way. However, she does not find this very likely to happen anytime soon. Nyassa also does not own U2 which, she adds, is the favorite band of the actor who played Tobias in the pitiful excuse that calls itself an Animorphs TV show. Nyassa also disclaims any sexual connotations derived from this statement. It is her profound hope that she will get to peg Visser 3 with an Ooka Melon. Now, she says, on with the fanfic.
~Judin Olarn Sorath~
My ruined fighter tumbled through zero space. But what could I do? Power had failed, gravity had failed. I couldn't get to the engine controls! But why not just fall? We had lost the Hork Bajir world. Our greatest failure. And my Prince, Alloran, had released a quantum virus on the Hork Bajir world. Such horrible disgrace. As his superior I would most certainly be blamed.
Then I heard something that chilled me to the bone. //Zero Space engine failure in five minutes and counting.//
OH NO! I fought, struggling for ground. I couldn't let it end that way! I couldn't! I hit the bulkhead at the far end of the fighter. I kicked! //YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!// I screamed.
But I made it to the panel. //Bring us out of Zero space!// I shouted. //I don't care where! Just let me out! GET ME OUT OF HERE!//
//Leaving Zero Space now.// The computer said.
To my infinite relief the tiny fighter emerged into the blackness of space. I was tumbling headlong into the atmosphere of a planet, but planets weren't so bad. I could fix the communications equipment, I could call my little brother Elfangor, and my parents, and everyone back home and tell them that I was alright.
And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring...
And love is not the easy thing...
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind
I hit the atmosphere with a small, whumph noise. The hull screamed across the sky, heading towards an area filled with mountains. //Oh little brother, if only you could see this.// I whispered, awed at the land of sky and mountain and sea.
The land drew closer, closer. With serenity, I curled up against the bulkhead, bracing for the crash. WHAM!!! Everything went black.
When I woke at last, it was about midday. I reached up towards the control panel. //Computer, respond! Damage report!//
//Zero space engines offline,// The computer began. //Normal space engines offline,//
So far so good.
//Weapons systems online, Navigation malfunction, navigation offline, communications offline.//
//NO!!// I yelled in frustration. //NO NO NONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!// I howled in mixed anguish, anger and frustration.
And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
I left the ship. There was no reason to stay. I packed up everything, put it in a loop of netting, it contained seeds, a shredder, a pakka doll that Elfangor had made for my last birthday, the wishflower I saved from his birth, a holographic picture of my family, extra cartridges, and an escafil device. I wrapped it up in the cloth commonly used for scoops, tied the bundle, and carried it over my shoulder. As I left my dear ship, I felt my heart breaking. I couldn't go home. They would think I was dead. I couldn't go home!
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong
I traveled for days, then suddenly, in the distance, I saw flashes of light, beams of it! Red, black, blue, A BATTLE! I ran to the spot, tossing my bundle up against a tree. Then I saw what was happening, and I stopped.
These were aliens fighting! But the most ludicrous aliens I had ever seen! They wore skin coverings, robes really. They looked kind of young. They had soft pink skin, and very little hair, except on their heads. Their heads had lots of hair. One of them had long, light blue hair that he had tied back in a pony tail. He wore some kind of armor and a loose cape billowed around his feet. The second human had hair that was slightly shorter, black, and wore some sort of lose robes. He carried something that looked like a double edged blade with a leather handle. The third human wore a baseball hat to cover his short hair. He carried a clipboard and wore some sort of white robe.
"Go easy on it Voltaire!" The third human told the youngest of the three.
"I'M TRYING D!" Voltaire growled in frustration. "Dark Dranzer doesn't listen to me unless I tell him something he wants to hear!"
"Come on! It's a spirit for crying out loud, they don't talk!" The Human named 'D' said, irritated.
I huddled down behind some bushes. Here was an opportune chance to bring my translator chip up to speed.
"Wanna bet on that?" Voltaire growled back.
"Um... dude, why don't we take a break." The second human suggested. "I'm exhausted."
"One more trial!" Voltaire growled. "I know I can get it!"
Walk on, walk on
What you got they can't steal it
No they can't even feel it
As I watched the two humans leveled something that looked suspiciously like a beam weapon at each other. The human Dee took up a position between the two of them. "THREE! TWO! ONE! LET IT RIP!"
"DARK DRANZER!" Voltaire pulled some kind of cord, sending some kind of gyroscopic top shooting out of it.
The second human calmly released his own top. "DRAGOOOOON!" He shouted.
From the tops rose two monstrous creatures. The first was an incredibly graceful bird that shimmered with black and blue fire. It looked almost like a flaming kafit bird, only it didn't have enough wings. The bird screamed in defiance.
From the second top rose some kind of enormous, blue, yellow, and gray, reptilian creature. Despite the fact that it had no wings, it sailed gracefully through the air. The two creatures shot towards each other. With a roar and a scream the two monsters collided, crashed, parted, and crashed again. Blinding lights flashed, sparks flew! It was incredible!
I was so startled, I jumped back against the tree, crashing into the bushes, tripping over my own bundle. The noise crashed loud in my ears.
"COME BACK BOTH OF YOU!" Dee shouted. The beyblades, as I later learned they were called, flew back to their owner's hands.
I was too tangled up to escape. "WOW!" They exclaimed when they saw me. "What are you?" Dee asked.
I shivered, getting slowly to my feet. //I am an andilite, I am War-Princess Judin Olarn Sorath. I was trapped on Earth. I thought there was a battle going on between my people and our enemies, the Yeerks, so I came to investigate.//
I told them my story, and they told me theirs. Over that evening, I made three friends for life.
Walk on, walk on...
Stay safe tonight
They managed to hide me over the next few years. I am very good at hiding. Voltaire provided the money to create a sanctuary in the national forest where I'd crashed. It was underground, and when I combined it with Andilite Hydroponics technology, I was able to grow my garden amidst pillars carved to look like Dark Dranzer and Dragoon entwined. It was a symbol of our friendship. Inside the mouths of the different Dragoon statues, I hid my dearest belongings. But if somebody tried to make Dark Dranzer give up its secrets, he would shoot them with shredders. It was MY sanctuary, and I didn't want anybody in there.
I left a pair of sleeping Kafit bird statues outside the entry to my ship, which was also buried down there. Carved on them was the famous poem, "Until My Eyes Open." It reflected my sadness, my loss, but I tried not to think of it.
Over the next several years, I used the Frolis Manuver to create a human morph. The three friends split up. The human, Dickenson, focused on the science behind these new Beyblades. The second human, Sierran, focused on the sport's more competitive side. I joined Voltaire in his native Moscow to work on developing the social potential of the game of Beyblades. I disguised myself as a human to work with him.
Voltaire started a place called Balkov Abbey. The point was to create a sanctuary for children, especially orphans, who showed empathy with bitbeasts.
Sierran came dancing in to visit one day. "JUDY!" That was my nickname, "I'VE GOT A GRANDSON!"
Sure enough, a baby sat in a "Baby backpack." He had Sierran's black hair, and beautiful cobalt colored eyes.
"What's his name?" I asked.
"His name is Tyson! And he's going to be a world champion someday! You just watch!"
I smiled, a lovely human expression. "I'm sure he will be. Voltaire has a grandson too. His name is Kai, and he's almost a year old already."
"How much time is left in morph?" Sierran whispered.
You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
Tyson perked up in his backpack and gurgled. "Kuu!"
"I've got about a half an hour." I told him. "I'll just take this to Voltaire and head down to the basement."
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom
We brought Voltaire a report. "Voltaire, I finished the readout on that new bitbeast. I know enough to suggest a name too, Wolborg, because it appears to be a wolf, with metal..."
The fire alarm went off.
Walk on, walk on
What you've got they can't deny it
Can't sell it, can't buy it
"WHAT'S HAPPENING?" Voltaire demanded.
The apprentice, Gideon answered him over the radio. "Get the children out! This is Journeman Gideon! We have a fire on level four, get the children out NOW!"
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight
"Where's Kai!" Voltaire demanded. I grabbed three year old Bryan and five year old Robert. "GET OUT OF HERE!"
Ten year old Boris ran past me, coughing, screaming. "BORIS GET DOWN!" I shouted.
"I can't see! My eyes are burned!" Boris protested.
Gideon grabbed him. "I'll get you out, stay down and keep your hand on my shoulder! Voltaire, sir! I found Kai!" He handed Kai to Voltaire. "He got a hold of Dark Dranzer! He started the place on fire with it!"
In his bundles, Kai stared straight ahead. His hands were clenched around Voltaire's beyblade. But it was Kai's eyes that forever burned in my memory. They were no longer their usual chocolate brown. They were red, bright, blood red.
And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Time! I was running out of time! Fifteen minutes left!
"Tawa!" Robert cried as we ran out into the snow. "Wew Tawa! N' Spenthu?"
I looked, yes, two year old Tala and six year old Spencer were still inside. Gods, I had to get them!
But morph time! I had ten minutes left!
Home... hard to know what it is if you've never had one
Home... I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is
No choice, I ran in, ducking flames. Behind me debris fell. Smoke burned my delicate human eyes. There was no way that I'd be able to push debris out of the way in my andilite body. I had to stay human!
Then I heard it, crying. "TALA!" I shouted at the top of my human voice. "TALA! SPENCER!"
"JUU! JUU!" Tala bawled.
I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
Spencer was shielding Tala under a metal table. Spencer was unconscious, third degree burns covered his body. Tala was trapped under him, crying.
I grabbed both of them under my human arms. "Shh Tala! I've got you!"
"Juuji! Thpen no talkie!" Tala bawled. "Blaa spoth!"
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Five minutes in morph! A burning beam fell from the ceiling! I rammed it out of the way, feeling the searing pain. Tala screamed in fear, coughed twice and lay still. Smoke burned my lungs! I HAD TO GET OUT!
The door was searing hot, half of it had burned off the hinges. I ran from the burning hellhole.
"TAWAAAAAA!!!!" Robert screamed in fear.
"He's not breathing!" Boris drew back in panic.
Two minutes left in morph.
I had a choice, administer CPR and risk being trapped in morph, or be safe and let Tala die. I remembered Alloran's horrible decision. He had decided to be safe, at the cost of an entire species.
I could not stay safe. Not after what he did.
"come on Tala!" I exclaimed. I took a deep breath, bending down, forcing air into his lungs. In, up out, in, up, out, in, up, out...
One minute. Tala coughed, sputtered, and burst into tears.
I jumped up bolting into the darkness of the Abbey courtyard. DEMORPH! DEMORPH!!! I screamed the command into my own head.
Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
Five seconds, four, three, two, one...
My watch went off. No changes... none...
I fell to my knees in the darkness. I screamed in rage and pain. Sweat dripped from my forehead. The only thing that changed was that my burns healed. Where they did, the skin was bare. No blue, no fur.
"Judy!!" Voltaire, Sierran, and Mr. Dickenson were running towards me.
"DEMORPH!" Sierran screamed.
"I can't!" I wailed.
"What do you mean you can't??" Voltaire's eyes were wild in fear.
"I can't! I tried!" I sobbed. "It didn't work! I'm... I'm trapped..." The reality settled on me like a weight. "I... I..." I burst into tears.
All that you fashion
All that you make
The human paramedics came. They took the children away. Boris had to go into the hospital, but the doctor thought that he could construct a mask that would work as well as his old eyes. Spencer had to get skin grafts, but he would recover. Tala was kept overnight for observation. He stayed about a week before the doctor pronounced him fit.
The only parts of me that had demorphed were my eyes and the andilite genes for thoughtspeak and empathy.
All that you build
All that you break
Shell-shocked, I sat in the waiting room at the hospital. "Are you alright?"
The human wore the uniform of a nurse. His hair was dark brown, with matching brown eyes. "I'm sorry, you look absolutely horrible. Want a cup of coffee?"
I smiled weakly. "Yeah, I could sure use one."
All that you measure
All that you steal
Over the next year, I married this nurse. I lived as a human, all the way as a human. There were days that I even began to forget.
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
I forgot what it felt like to run free under a sky. I forgot what it was like to see in all directions. I forgot the speed of my tail.
All that you sense
All that you speak
Nine months later, I gave birth to my son, my darling, my miracle.
All you dress up
All that you scheme...
His name was....
~notes~
So how does it sound?
V3: It sounds like crap.
(smacks him in face with an ooka melon.) YOU'RE OUT! (imatates JayZ) Oh! You can't hit the unhittable, dodge the undogable!
V3 (wipes alien fruit pieces from his face) I will kill you for that human.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Hides behind Ax)
Ax: ...?