Cassie's POV
(Post-war)
My name is Cassie. And I couldn't believe it.
The others were all dead. They went to go save Ax, but they were killed in the process. I was the last Animorph. My friends were all dead. I was just sitting on a bench, thinking about everything we went through.
On that fateful night, I remembered running away from Hork-Bajir warriors in the construction site. I remembered running past an empty patch that was just dirt and feeling . . . Something. A strange sensation. I had felt as if there was something there.
Suddenly, my breath caught in my throat. No way. No way could it be as simple as that. I took off at full speed, morphing into a horse along the way. It was a long shot. But it was all I had. I was heading for the construction site.
As soon as I arrived, I demorphed and ran to an earth-mover. Luckily, the keys were still inside. I immediately kicked it on and started digging in that same empty spot.
It went on for five days. People crowded around the site, either wondering what was going on or trying to figure out why the last Animorph had lost her mind. Some racists were using this as a chance to convince the public that Blacks were idiotic lunatics. I payed no attention to them. I had only one thought: I have to find it. No matter what.
Finally, the earth-mover struck something hard. My heart and mind were racing. I scrambled out of the vehicle and jumped down into the deep hole. And there it was. I inhaled deeply. This was it. The Time Matrix.
I placed my hands on its smooth surface. Instantly, everything stopped. Everything. The people were frozen in mid-action. The clouds were motionless. The air was still.
And 'he' was there. The Elimist. In his usual form.
"Hello, Cassie," he greeted.
"Turn back the clock," I said instantly. I knew this was nuts.
He looked surprised. "Excuse me?" The Elimist said.
"Turn back the clock," I grated. "Or else I'll use the Time Matrix to destroy the very root of your race." His eyes widened in shock. Before he could say anything, I quickly added, "And I know you won't erase me from existence. Not even you could possibly know how much that could change things."
He looked taken aback. "Fine," he sighed. "To what time should I-"
"Back to the beginning," I said immidiately, cutting him off. "But with one thing that's different. There will be one more person. Katharina. Only her." I remembered Katharina from school. She had a kind of rebellious attitude. And she always had a way of seeing underneath what we see and catch sight of what isn't beeping said and such. In fact, after that night, she just somehow knew there was something different about us. She was just really observant. When Tobias went "missing", she kept prying for answers. She may have been a little nosy, but, if you were nice to her and didn't judge her, she would be nice to you and be there when you need somebody to lean on. But, apparently, she wasn't as happy as I thought. She had committed suicide. The others and I went to her funeral. Hardly anyone else was there. I couldn't believe it. Her own family wasn't even there! I really wished I could've known her better. She was always pretty closed off. So I thought that maybe making her a part of this, she might just live a little longer. She might be happier if she were to find a purpose. She might not kill herself.
The Elimist seemed to have figured out what I had in mind. "Interesting," he mused. He nodded with satisphaction. "Very well. So be it."