Dream In Colors Borrowed From The Sea

by Tathrin

Tobias is getting tired of lying to his mom about the war with the Yeerks, but what matters more right now are the eerie dreams about the ocean that he can't shake-off. He's not the only one having dreams and when they turn out to be a cry for help the Animorphs have to leave the safety of dry land and take the plunge to rescue what may be the last remaining free Andalite on Earth.

1. Aximili

This is Book Three of the Splash of Blue series, a canon-divergence alternate universe Animorphs story.

When the Ellimist took Elfangor away to resume the war against the Yeerks, he took Loren's memories too. But some things cannot be forgotten, not completely, not ever. How would the war change for the Animorphs if the first human to ever meet an Andalite was on their side, too? How much does the heart remember when the head forgets...and how much of a difference would those memories make in Earth's fight for freedom?

Read Part One here: FFnet/s/12814774/1/A-Splash-of-Blue

---

Prologue: Aximili

My name is Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill. I have been on the planet known as Earth for approximately thirty of their planetary rotations. Thirty more rotations from now, I know I will be dead-unless I am rescued first.

Unless I am not the only survivor of the ambush the filthy Yeerks staged against my people. Unless I am not the only Andalite alive on this planet. Unless someone hears my call, and comes to save me.

I do not like having to call for help. As the younger brother of the great Prince Elfangor, I strive to live-up to my brother's legend and yet know I never will. I do not like having to admit that I need someone to save me; do not like having to admit that I am not a great warrior capable of taking care of myself. As the youngest aristh on the GalaxyTree, I was seen and treated as a child rather than a warrior. That is why I was in the Dome when our ship was attacked, and why all I could do was float helplessly away as the rest of my people-as my brother-battled our enemy.

It is why I may be the only one left alive.

If I am, if there is no one who can hear my call, then I am going to die here.

I try and comfort myself with the thought that my brother would not be afraid, but it does little to help. My brother, were he here, would not meekly let himself drown under alien waves. My brother would find a way to survive and continue to fight. I ought to do the same-but I do not know how.

I hope someone comes. It is shameful to admit it, but I do not want to die.

So I call for help, and I wait.

And I wait…