CHAPTER ELEVEN
In the woods, we waited.
Again, we saw the young Animorphs meet Elfangor. Only this time, they were accompanied by another boy. Tobias.
Again, we saw Elfangor bury the escafil device.
And again, we saw the brave prince meet his end.
Seeing it once was difficult enough. Seeing it twice was terrible beyond words...
Once the area was secure, Tom morphed the Yugosin and retrieved the cube. Through a series of underground tunnels, he returned to our spot in the woods and demorphed.
"What should I do with this?" he asked, removing the compressed cube from this pocket.
((Break it,)) I said.
He flung the square against the forest floor. It shattered into thousands of pieces, becoming a fine collection of dust.
"Okay... Now what about this one?" He held up the new cube, in standard form.
As tiring as it was to morph again, I took the shape of the old man.
"Give it to me," I whispered. I'll know where to put it..."
"If you say so." Tom delicately set the cube in my hands and nodded. "Good luck."
"Thank you."
I stuck my head out from the trees, making sure no Controllers were lurking nearby.
Carefully, I hurried over to one of the eerie, half-finished buildings. Creeping inside, I realized there was a small hole in one of the cement blocks. Holding the cube in front of it, I concluded that the opening was perfect...
When I say perfect, I mean perfect. And I could guess why.
The Ellimist...
It was a snug fit, but the escafil device slid right inside. It had found its home...
I snuck back into the field.
"Aguella," I whispered.
Slowly, the Time Matrix appeared again.
Tom cautiously exited the woods, approaching me.
"Okay, so where do we go? If we go back to the desert, we're toast."
I smiled. "Not necessarily..."