A/N: This is an idea I've had for a really long time. It's my first
Animorphs fanfic. Hopefully you'll like it. . .
Disclaimer: I don't own Animorphs. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!
Prologue
I didn't mean for it to turn out the way it did. All I had wanted was a little meaning in my life. I was bored with being your average run-of-the- mill teenager.
Now I wish I could go back to that. But I can't. I've been thrown into a world that, until a little while ago, existed only in the stories I read.
I used to dream about them. When I was a little bit younger, I used to pretend that I was one of them, that could morph and turn into animals just like they could. I don't know why, to be honest. Maybe I thought be cool, you know, to fight aliens and save the world. And I think a part of me just wanted it to be real. I wanted them to be real, because they seemed so that way to me.
Then, of course, he came along and turned all of my fantasies into reality.
But you know what? The minute he did, I wished that I'd never had those fantasies. Because suddenly my dreams had become one very real nightmare. And I wanted nothing more than to go home.
I suppose I could have. Maybe if I'd really screwed up, he-the one who sent me here-would have sent me home. Maybe, maybe not. But looking back on it, I realize that I screwed up any number of times. Mostly it was to avoid the mistakes that we would have made otherwise, but I still managed to screw up. But maybe he'd already figured out what it took me over three years to realize: There was no point in my being there if I didn't change a few things. But I hurt a few people. Like Cassie, though she's never said anything about it. And Erek, though God knows I never meant to. They were both so good me.
I broke every rule I could. It wasn't so we could win, I already knew we'd do that. But I thought that maybe I could change things so that they worked out better. But the war cost me nearly everything; my freedom, almost my life on a number of occasions, and for a while there my self-respect.
Two big, strong arms wrap around my shoulders, and my husband leans forward to whisper in my ear. "Come on to bed, the story will be there in the morning."
I smile at him affectionately. He and I have been through a lot together. I suppose that there were times when I hurt him, too, though, like Cassie, he never mentions it either, and I never offer it up. I know he worries about me, but he understands that I need to do this.
My name is Steph. I guess you could call me the Animorph who should have never been. And if not for one fateful day, what seems so long ago, I would have never known that the world I'd read about for years was real.
Yeah, I've broken all the rules. But I think he already knew that I would when he sent me here. Maybe that's why he did it. Maybe he wanted me to do exactly what he couldn't do.
Maybe. But then, who knows why the Ellimist does what he does?
Disclaimer: I don't own Animorphs. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!
Prologue
I didn't mean for it to turn out the way it did. All I had wanted was a little meaning in my life. I was bored with being your average run-of-the- mill teenager.
Now I wish I could go back to that. But I can't. I've been thrown into a world that, until a little while ago, existed only in the stories I read.
I used to dream about them. When I was a little bit younger, I used to pretend that I was one of them, that could morph and turn into animals just like they could. I don't know why, to be honest. Maybe I thought be cool, you know, to fight aliens and save the world. And I think a part of me just wanted it to be real. I wanted them to be real, because they seemed so that way to me.
Then, of course, he came along and turned all of my fantasies into reality.
But you know what? The minute he did, I wished that I'd never had those fantasies. Because suddenly my dreams had become one very real nightmare. And I wanted nothing more than to go home.
I suppose I could have. Maybe if I'd really screwed up, he-the one who sent me here-would have sent me home. Maybe, maybe not. But looking back on it, I realize that I screwed up any number of times. Mostly it was to avoid the mistakes that we would have made otherwise, but I still managed to screw up. But maybe he'd already figured out what it took me over three years to realize: There was no point in my being there if I didn't change a few things. But I hurt a few people. Like Cassie, though she's never said anything about it. And Erek, though God knows I never meant to. They were both so good me.
I broke every rule I could. It wasn't so we could win, I already knew we'd do that. But I thought that maybe I could change things so that they worked out better. But the war cost me nearly everything; my freedom, almost my life on a number of occasions, and for a while there my self-respect.
Two big, strong arms wrap around my shoulders, and my husband leans forward to whisper in my ear. "Come on to bed, the story will be there in the morning."
I smile at him affectionately. He and I have been through a lot together. I suppose that there were times when I hurt him, too, though, like Cassie, he never mentions it either, and I never offer it up. I know he worries about me, but he understands that I need to do this.
My name is Steph. I guess you could call me the Animorph who should have never been. And if not for one fateful day, what seems so long ago, I would have never known that the world I'd read about for years was real.
Yeah, I've broken all the rules. But I think he already knew that I would when he sent me here. Maybe that's why he did it. Maybe he wanted me to do exactly what he couldn't do.
Maybe. But then, who knows why the Ellimist does what he does?