Animorphs: Daughter of Alloran
Prolouge
My name is Brekke-Semitur-Zakora.
I am an Andalite female, not expected to join the military. That was fine with me. I never wanted to be part of the Andalite/Yeerk war.
But when you're the Abomination's daughter, you don't get much of a choice.
Personally, I don't like to think of my father as the "Abomination". It was not the evil Yeerk visser who helped conceive me. But what I'd heard about him made him seem like an abomination without being a Controller.
But, no matter who my father was, or what he'd done, I was ordered by the Electorate to avenge him.
Mother, must I? I asked. I never liked this war. I never really knew my father because he was always gone... I knew I sounded like a child. I didn't care. The stories I'd heard about how "mad" my father was made me a little reluctant to meet him - Yeerk or no Yeerk.
Mother - whose name was Jahar - smiled with her golden eyes. Brekke, I'll miss you so much... We must avenge our family members who have been taken by the Yeerks. In your case, this means rescuing the only infested Andalite. A great honor.
You forget: If I can't rescue him, I'll have to... to... I added sadly. destroy him.
Yes, she answered, emotionlessly. I got a chill down my spine. The way she said it frightened me.
You need to report to the base for your aristh training. she added.
I turned on my dainty hooves to head for the base. I kept my stalk-eyes on my mother the whole way. Too afraid to say good-bye.
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Name! snapped a guard. I concluded that he despised the thought of a female being in the same training dome as he.
Brekke-Semitur-Zakora, I answered meekly.
Salom! Resume your post! a warrior cried. Then, in a nicer tone, Welcome to dome 19484. I'll be your instructor, Warrior Xerlin-Capanol-Estor. Alloran's daughter, is it? Join the group over there. He pointed. The Andalites there were all male. All older then myself.
Look, it's a female! one sneered. I'll slice you up in one swipe!
You will do no such thing! Xerlin snapped. That's no way to behave, Samai! Now, let's begin. You and you, you and you, you and you, and Brekke and me.
That made the others snicker seeing me put with the instructor. After a few mean comments, he cleared up that all the new arrivals began with him. The males knew this already, of course; they just needed an excuse to tease me.
So we began our training for the day. I did better than I - and the males, I suppose - expected. I left the dome with only a slash down my chest and a few bruises on my face.
My next test was to gain and try the morphing technology. A few weeks later, after I finished tail-fighting training, I was led into a room where, on a pedestal, an Escafil device sat. I was instructed to touch it while the morphing instructor gave me the technology. Then she - yes, she, since females are superior with the morphing technology - handed me a kaffit bird to aquire.
I concentrated on the six-winged creature and began to transform. Rather speedily, my eyes became the dim ones of the kaffit. My stalk-eyes shriveled away while my arms and hooves became wings. Then my purple-ish fur became feathers. I was told I was an estreen.
After a few more weeks and lessons, I was assigned to a transport ship that would take me to Earth, where I was told Visser Three was.
At long last, after seven trips through Z-space, I finally made it. It was time to start my search. And, hopefully, destroy the evil inside my father.