A/N: Welcome! I am taking a moment to clean this up just a will be very young at the beginning of this tale (around 5) I aim to take it through the untold story of his childhood, through the beginning and beyond but as told from Tobias' view, rather than everyone's as such it won't switch around; this will stay Tobias centric.
Who seriously hated how the series ended? This will be an alternate tale. Much may stay the same, but much may change. The simplest of shifts can create the largest changes like a butterfly's wings fluttering from far across the world.
Warnings: There will be spoilers. All the way up through the very end. This will have violence and mentions of a dark childhood and some stronger language later on.
Disclaimer: Animorphs,(sadly) never was, is not, and never will be mine, BUT THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE! ^.^ who knows? maybe somewhere, out there, in the farthest reaches of some parallel universe, I'm really the incarnation of K. A. Applegate? then again maybe not...oh well.
*FUTURE*
~ Prelude to the End ~
The Alpha and the Omega. The beginning and the end.
My story.
All just a cruel, twisted joke played by fate? Or something more, something: no, it's not important, not anymore. Nothing is important anymore. You ask how dare I to say that? well, maybe I'll consult you after you've dealt with maybe half of what I've had to deal with, then again, maybe not.
But there is no right to judge what you don't understand. How could you? You haven't lived even a 32nd of what I have. Lived, having to see, to be there for your father's death -to hear his death throes, his dying scream, haunting you every moment of your life. To hear your mother, begging for her life, to gain back a son she never knew she had, only to watch him nearly be killed, again and again.
To sleep- only to live the nightmares, again, and again. So don't say you've had it tough: you don't know what tough is. You say you've lived through pain? You haven't EVER felt pain. Not the way I have. Having holes burned through your body, flames lapping at your burnt skin, water and acid, pummeling your already flayed and mutilated flesh. No. you haven't experienced that. Other pains to: seeing your loved ones die and be mutilated, massacred right before your eyes. People who have become like family to you One minute fine, the next; chopped in half, heads ripped from their disintegrating bodies, to be thrown to the fire the mercy of the elements.
To make decisions, that may kill you -though maybe it would be better to die, than to live through this torment. To make worse decisions, that may kill others, that DO kill others, all for the sick little game called war. To find your one true love, only to watch her die, only having enough time and strength, to say to each other the simple last words of "I love you." before watching her torn from you, forever.
Names can't tell you much, but I will tell you mine, before beginning my tale of destruction. Yes. You may know my name before I tell of my nightmare. That the story be known, the TRUE story of what came to be, and the pain.
I will tell of the way my life began... and ended. But before I begin: You may know.
My name, is Tobias.