The Animorphs are too cool for me. What makes you think I own them?
Suddenly everything was different. The houses were different and the roads were different, and the tree he lived in way in the distance either wasn't there or was very short.
"That-" The Elemist pointed. "-is where you must go."
The house looked so ordinary. How could the amazing warrior Elfangor live HERE?
Tobias nodded and walked in the direction of the pointing finger. 'Is it really a finger?' Tobias wondered.
He stopped a few feet before the door. He couldn't do it. He could NOT just walk up to some guy and say, "Hey, I'm your son from the future, and I've come to see you because this is our last chance!" I mean, he wouldn't freak out like any old human, but still, it might bother him. It was probably better just to walk away. Why should he mess with time? Why should he let the Elemist tell him what to do? He almost turned around, but if the Elemist were still there, glaring at him, he would get even more scared than he already was. He held his gaze on the door and walked towards it, feeling like he was going to collapse.
He made it to the door, but he felt no better. Here was another struggle. He had to knock.
He flung his fist at the door, making a loud breaking sound.
"Ow!" he said, studying his fingers. The door was flung open by a scared man in his twenties.
"Oh," he breathed, "What happened? I heard a strange noise."
Tobias's eyes went wide. He began breathing hard. He couldn't speak. He must have looked insane.
"Elfangor?" he finally whispered.
Elfangor now delivered his full attention to this possible threat.
"Excuse me?"
"Elfangor," Tobias whispered more clearly.
"What is 'Elfangor'?"
Tobias became worried. What if this wasn't the right guy?
"Aren't you Elfangor?" he said, like someone shot down from a pedistal.
"Who are YOU?" Elfangor inquired, trying to sound as if he WEREN'T Elfangor.
Tobias breathed a little more.
"I'm Tobias. I'm-" He looked down and swallowed in pain. "-your son."
Suddenly everything was different. The houses were different and the roads were different, and the tree he lived in way in the distance either wasn't there or was very short.
"That-" The Elemist pointed. "-is where you must go."
The house looked so ordinary. How could the amazing warrior Elfangor live HERE?
Tobias nodded and walked in the direction of the pointing finger. 'Is it really a finger?' Tobias wondered.
He stopped a few feet before the door. He couldn't do it. He could NOT just walk up to some guy and say, "Hey, I'm your son from the future, and I've come to see you because this is our last chance!" I mean, he wouldn't freak out like any old human, but still, it might bother him. It was probably better just to walk away. Why should he mess with time? Why should he let the Elemist tell him what to do? He almost turned around, but if the Elemist were still there, glaring at him, he would get even more scared than he already was. He held his gaze on the door and walked towards it, feeling like he was going to collapse.
He made it to the door, but he felt no better. Here was another struggle. He had to knock.
He flung his fist at the door, making a loud breaking sound.
"Ow!" he said, studying his fingers. The door was flung open by a scared man in his twenties.
"Oh," he breathed, "What happened? I heard a strange noise."
Tobias's eyes went wide. He began breathing hard. He couldn't speak. He must have looked insane.
"Elfangor?" he finally whispered.
Elfangor now delivered his full attention to this possible threat.
"Excuse me?"
"Elfangor," Tobias whispered more clearly.
"What is 'Elfangor'?"
Tobias became worried. What if this wasn't the right guy?
"Aren't you Elfangor?" he said, like someone shot down from a pedistal.
"Who are YOU?" Elfangor inquired, trying to sound as if he WEREN'T Elfangor.
Tobias breathed a little more.
"I'm Tobias. I'm-" He looked down and swallowed in pain. "-your son."