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Applegate's writings whatsoever. I only write this for entertainment. No
money will be made.
I do own the char Allora. ^^
AN: I am sorry if this timeline is screwed up. I tried to do this during the time the Ellimist transported Elfangor to another time, place, ect. I just hope I got ages and timelines correct. If I am wrong, please contact me at: jcfreak20@homail.com
Version 2.0: Sorry for the mistakes guys. Someone pointed my errors out to me, so I could correct them. Thanks so much for bearing with me on this step out.
The Faesis Chronicles
© Allora 2002, all rights reserved
Chapter Two
Elfangor stood silent as he read the note that looked ordinary enough, but if you looked closer, it was from one of three most powerful beings in the Universe.
As he read out loud, he found it more reliving.
Elfangor,
I, Allora, have given your life back in full. Your friends, job, your home, car, and everything else you will need to live on. Be not fearful for the time that has passed since you last left it. I have altered much to give you a clean slate that will ensure no suspicions. Remember to lead a life as if nothing happened. Visser three still lurks in the shadows. He does not know where you live and that you're alive and well.
I know what your thinking Elfangor…what about my wife and son?
Elfangor raised his human eyebrows at the realization that the Faesis knew he would think that. Sitting down on the couch, he cleared his throat before he read on:
Elfangor, I can tell you certain that you will see them again, but not yet. The time has not yet come for them to be reunited with you. Loren is to be deemed sane and your son is currently a Red-tailed hawk in nothlit form. We the Faesis have decided to that we shall let fate takes it course for both considering the price for their lives. It is for the best that they stay away until it is safe once again for them to return to you. I hope you understand Prince Elfangor. What's done is done, but what is to be done is yet to be set into motion. Take comfort in what is to come for both your peoples. The fate rests in not only yours but the 5 youths who have made the different while you lay in wait for your appearance to be made.
Elfangor took a minute to let in all soak in. 'Why was the Faesis girl Allora assisting him? Why did they save him from a warrior's death? It just didn't make sense' he pounded this. Sighing in his own thoughts, he turned back to the letter. As he read on, his heart skipped a beat on what he read next:
Elfangor, before this note is done, I have something to tell you. You have the ability to stay in your morphs for extended periods of time. No more will the 2-hour limit be a burden. I have made it possibly for unlimited access to all morphs. I hope this beings happiness to your grieved heart. You can demorph to Andalite anytime you wish. But do this in caution. To be safe, behind your home is a path leading deep into the forest. You can be an Andalite there with access to both worlds. Be of good cheer Elfangor and live strong. Time will tell and life will move on. Fate's Door and Heaven's sent Elfangor. Hor-lortec"
Elfangor finished reading the letter with thoughts of hope in his mind. 'Could this be? Could these Faesis help stop the Yeerks once and for all time?' he questioned himself with a new hope that he had not felt in so long he had almost forgotten its relishing flavor of victory. Walking with his human legs, Elfangor decided to investigate his surroundings. As he did, he realized it was like his old home he and Loren had before he was sent away. All that was different was the room. It had twice as much as his last house. Making his way up the stairs, he saw the hall had 4 open doors that lead to 3 bedrooms and a bathroom. In the master bedroom was a queen size bed, dresser, night stand, a large closet, two lamps, and a small bookshelf beside the window which was open slightly a jar.
Elfangor examined the master bedroom some more before proceeding to the next three rooms. Each room on the top floor was a good size with a dresser, lamp, closet, and a window facing either the forest or the yard in the front. The bathroom, which was to the right, was a nice bathroom that held all the necessities for life. Elfangor grinned, "At least the Faesis made good on her word" he commented out loud. Just as he was turning around to explore more of his 2-story ranch home, a soft wind like whisper came from inside that bathroom he just looked into.
"Elfangor" it chanted like a soft echo that swept around him.
Elfangor stopped in his tracks. Looking around his eyes, he inched his way into the bathroom, unsure what he would find.
"Over here, to you left" the whimpering voice said.
When Elfangor looked, he saw Allora, the same Faesis from before staring straight at him. Her white silk blew around her softly as if a wind was where she was. Her sparkled amused sliver eyes met his as she spoke gently. "Elfangor. I did not include in the letter what would happen for you today. Your friend Philip Scott will be arriving in one hour's time. You and him are to work on a new project for the company you work for. The day Saturday is your day off which proceeds every 4th day on the Earth week." She said, instructing Elfangor to the detail.
Elfangor nodded; then he pointed out, "But what about information…" he stopped when Allora raised a swift hand.
"You'll know, when the time comes. You will have everything you will ever need to know from the past to the present as if you were never away and have been working all this time. You'll know so be no weary dear Prince. Good speed" and with that, Allora finished leaving Elfangor's aged reflection staring back at him.
Elfangor blew wind out of his mouth showing his content. "This should be an interesting event. I should get ready" and with that, Elfangor took a shower and got ready for his meeting with his friend Philip.
~~*~~*Meanwhile~~*~~*~~
Visser Three was enraged. How can these Andalite bandits keep interfering? he growled thought speak in his stolen Andalite form. They will pay dearly for this. I swear they will suffer greatly with their life's blood when I execute them mercilessly in front all those who they tried to save. Oh yes he said, an evil eye smirk visible on his cold facial expression. They will die slowly. I will relish that day for all time Visser Three stood in his office waiting for his chief spy to tell him something useful. If the spy came back empty handed, it would mean death.
Visser three turned around just in time to see his Chief spy Estincle 1249- 0 walk in with fear in his cool blue eyes. "Lord Visser, I bring you news of the Andalite Bandits" he reported. Bowing respectful, he waiting for his Lord to want his continence. When Visser three waved his hand, the Chief spy Estincle 1249-0 reported.
"The Andalite Bandits got away from the Hork-Bajir and Taxxon's that were sent out to capture them. The Hork-Bajir that went after them died from injuries that they suffered in the battle with the Bandits. The Bandits were injured during the fight, leaving much blood that the Taxxon's couldn't resist to lick up on their pursuit." The human controller made a disgusted face before continuing, "But none was found sir. If you allow me, I can follow their tracks to their hideout." Chief Spy Estincle 1249-0 stood confidently.
Visser three turned on his hooves, their soft clicking was a rhythm as he made his way to Estincle 1249-0. His eyes wave icy cold as he glared at Estincle 1249-0, his ex Chief Spy. "Estincle 1249-0, I trusted for the information from you to help exterminate these meddling Andalite Bandits and all you have to present to me is nothing but garbage. I am vary displeased" Visser three with a dangerously low tone that made the room froze over.
Estincle 1249-0 grew nervous as he watched his leader look at him with utter hatred. "I am sorry sir. It will not…" he was cut short by Visser three's sharp tail blade slicing his throat. Blood and gore gushed from the open cut, but Estincle 1249-0 was still alive. Visser three's cold stair turned even more evil when he told the guard to escort Estincle 1249- 0 to the Taxxon area.
Estincle 1249-0 couldn't scream as he was trusted forward into the dark where the uncontrolled Taxxon area was. Visser three waited to hear roars of the Taxxon's hungry and the sound of feeding before turning back to his files. Smiling with his eyes wickedly, he looked through files of future sites where Pools would be held.
Hi all! So, what did you think? Good? Bad? Awesome? You suck? Or what? Please let me know! R/R would be nice. ^_^
I do own the char Allora. ^^
AN: I am sorry if this timeline is screwed up. I tried to do this during the time the Ellimist transported Elfangor to another time, place, ect. I just hope I got ages and timelines correct. If I am wrong, please contact me at: jcfreak20@homail.com
Version 2.0: Sorry for the mistakes guys. Someone pointed my errors out to me, so I could correct them. Thanks so much for bearing with me on this step out.
The Faesis Chronicles
© Allora 2002, all rights reserved
Chapter Two
Elfangor stood silent as he read the note that looked ordinary enough, but if you looked closer, it was from one of three most powerful beings in the Universe.
As he read out loud, he found it more reliving.
Elfangor,
I, Allora, have given your life back in full. Your friends, job, your home, car, and everything else you will need to live on. Be not fearful for the time that has passed since you last left it. I have altered much to give you a clean slate that will ensure no suspicions. Remember to lead a life as if nothing happened. Visser three still lurks in the shadows. He does not know where you live and that you're alive and well.
I know what your thinking Elfangor…what about my wife and son?
Elfangor raised his human eyebrows at the realization that the Faesis knew he would think that. Sitting down on the couch, he cleared his throat before he read on:
Elfangor, I can tell you certain that you will see them again, but not yet. The time has not yet come for them to be reunited with you. Loren is to be deemed sane and your son is currently a Red-tailed hawk in nothlit form. We the Faesis have decided to that we shall let fate takes it course for both considering the price for their lives. It is for the best that they stay away until it is safe once again for them to return to you. I hope you understand Prince Elfangor. What's done is done, but what is to be done is yet to be set into motion. Take comfort in what is to come for both your peoples. The fate rests in not only yours but the 5 youths who have made the different while you lay in wait for your appearance to be made.
Elfangor took a minute to let in all soak in. 'Why was the Faesis girl Allora assisting him? Why did they save him from a warrior's death? It just didn't make sense' he pounded this. Sighing in his own thoughts, he turned back to the letter. As he read on, his heart skipped a beat on what he read next:
Elfangor, before this note is done, I have something to tell you. You have the ability to stay in your morphs for extended periods of time. No more will the 2-hour limit be a burden. I have made it possibly for unlimited access to all morphs. I hope this beings happiness to your grieved heart. You can demorph to Andalite anytime you wish. But do this in caution. To be safe, behind your home is a path leading deep into the forest. You can be an Andalite there with access to both worlds. Be of good cheer Elfangor and live strong. Time will tell and life will move on. Fate's Door and Heaven's sent Elfangor. Hor-lortec"
Elfangor finished reading the letter with thoughts of hope in his mind. 'Could this be? Could these Faesis help stop the Yeerks once and for all time?' he questioned himself with a new hope that he had not felt in so long he had almost forgotten its relishing flavor of victory. Walking with his human legs, Elfangor decided to investigate his surroundings. As he did, he realized it was like his old home he and Loren had before he was sent away. All that was different was the room. It had twice as much as his last house. Making his way up the stairs, he saw the hall had 4 open doors that lead to 3 bedrooms and a bathroom. In the master bedroom was a queen size bed, dresser, night stand, a large closet, two lamps, and a small bookshelf beside the window which was open slightly a jar.
Elfangor examined the master bedroom some more before proceeding to the next three rooms. Each room on the top floor was a good size with a dresser, lamp, closet, and a window facing either the forest or the yard in the front. The bathroom, which was to the right, was a nice bathroom that held all the necessities for life. Elfangor grinned, "At least the Faesis made good on her word" he commented out loud. Just as he was turning around to explore more of his 2-story ranch home, a soft wind like whisper came from inside that bathroom he just looked into.
"Elfangor" it chanted like a soft echo that swept around him.
Elfangor stopped in his tracks. Looking around his eyes, he inched his way into the bathroom, unsure what he would find.
"Over here, to you left" the whimpering voice said.
When Elfangor looked, he saw Allora, the same Faesis from before staring straight at him. Her white silk blew around her softly as if a wind was where she was. Her sparkled amused sliver eyes met his as she spoke gently. "Elfangor. I did not include in the letter what would happen for you today. Your friend Philip Scott will be arriving in one hour's time. You and him are to work on a new project for the company you work for. The day Saturday is your day off which proceeds every 4th day on the Earth week." She said, instructing Elfangor to the detail.
Elfangor nodded; then he pointed out, "But what about information…" he stopped when Allora raised a swift hand.
"You'll know, when the time comes. You will have everything you will ever need to know from the past to the present as if you were never away and have been working all this time. You'll know so be no weary dear Prince. Good speed" and with that, Allora finished leaving Elfangor's aged reflection staring back at him.
Elfangor blew wind out of his mouth showing his content. "This should be an interesting event. I should get ready" and with that, Elfangor took a shower and got ready for his meeting with his friend Philip.
~~*~~*Meanwhile~~*~~*~~
Visser Three was enraged. How can these Andalite bandits keep interfering? he growled thought speak in his stolen Andalite form. They will pay dearly for this. I swear they will suffer greatly with their life's blood when I execute them mercilessly in front all those who they tried to save. Oh yes he said, an evil eye smirk visible on his cold facial expression. They will die slowly. I will relish that day for all time Visser Three stood in his office waiting for his chief spy to tell him something useful. If the spy came back empty handed, it would mean death.
Visser three turned around just in time to see his Chief spy Estincle 1249- 0 walk in with fear in his cool blue eyes. "Lord Visser, I bring you news of the Andalite Bandits" he reported. Bowing respectful, he waiting for his Lord to want his continence. When Visser three waved his hand, the Chief spy Estincle 1249-0 reported.
"The Andalite Bandits got away from the Hork-Bajir and Taxxon's that were sent out to capture them. The Hork-Bajir that went after them died from injuries that they suffered in the battle with the Bandits. The Bandits were injured during the fight, leaving much blood that the Taxxon's couldn't resist to lick up on their pursuit." The human controller made a disgusted face before continuing, "But none was found sir. If you allow me, I can follow their tracks to their hideout." Chief Spy Estincle 1249-0 stood confidently.
Visser three turned on his hooves, their soft clicking was a rhythm as he made his way to Estincle 1249-0. His eyes wave icy cold as he glared at Estincle 1249-0, his ex Chief Spy. "Estincle 1249-0, I trusted for the information from you to help exterminate these meddling Andalite Bandits and all you have to present to me is nothing but garbage. I am vary displeased" Visser three with a dangerously low tone that made the room froze over.
Estincle 1249-0 grew nervous as he watched his leader look at him with utter hatred. "I am sorry sir. It will not…" he was cut short by Visser three's sharp tail blade slicing his throat. Blood and gore gushed from the open cut, but Estincle 1249-0 was still alive. Visser three's cold stair turned even more evil when he told the guard to escort Estincle 1249- 0 to the Taxxon area.
Estincle 1249-0 couldn't scream as he was trusted forward into the dark where the uncontrolled Taxxon area was. Visser three waited to hear roars of the Taxxon's hungry and the sound of feeding before turning back to his files. Smiling with his eyes wickedly, he looked through files of future sites where Pools would be held.
Hi all! So, what did you think? Good? Bad? Awesome? You suck? Or what? Please let me know! R/R would be nice. ^_^
