I had gotten bored with the life I was now living; I was but an observer, the unknown savior of the universe. The only ones that had ever known about me…I could not face them, I couldn't face them after all of the pain that I had caused them, all of the anguish, the suffering, the lost loves, everything…
I had once lived as an Andalite; I had showed them new ways to live, how to heal, and how to speak without having to sign. I now lived among the humans as I had once lived among the andalites. I watched, I learned, I loved.
The simple pleasure of life itself was all that I desired. For so long I had been apart, separate from everyone and everything else in the universe, but back then, even though I was alone there was always a game. There was always something that would distract me, something that would not lead me to think of what I had become. Something that would temporarily fill the hole in my heart that represented the loneliness I carried with me everyday as I watched these planets during the game. But now the game was over, as I have said before. The game was over and I was bored. Yet, worse than that, I was lonely, I was now truly alone…
I was in what they called an orphanage. I lived in a home for parentless children. One night I had shown up on the front door step dressed in pajamas and a note attached to my stuffed animal. That was the same time that I had decided to come to earth, to leave behind my title as Ellimist and to live as a simple human being…if only it were that simple?
Adjusting to this life was hard. When I was an Andalite or any other being that I had ever become, part of my memory was always aboard my "ships." This was the first time I had done something like this since the game started, since even before I first entered the black hole that turned me into what I am now. So now, as I walked through these hallways every day, learned the school lessons, and went to sleep…human emotion would over come me and I would cry. I would indulge in self-pity and cry until I thought that I would vomit up my now human guts. All of the attendants that worked at the orphanage thought that it was because of how I was "left" here or "abandoned" by my parents…all but one.
"I'm coming." I heard a voice call from inside of the building as I stood there in my human pajamas with a note taped onto my stuffed bear, which I held in my right hand. I heard steps progress towards the door when there was a sudden creaking sound and it began to open. An elderly woman with pale blue eyes was standing in the doorway. She looked at me and frowned as she walked out and looked to her left then to her right, repeating the gesture constantly until she looked at me and said, "do you want to come inside? It's awfully cold out here." I nodded as she took my hand and helped me inside.
I saw children looking at us walk down the long, cozy hallway. All of them were so different, there were some that seemed old enough to live on their own – but those were very few. There were Black, White, Asian, and any other kind of child that you could think of looking at me, my stuffed bear in one hand and holding the woman's hand with the other. It was amazing how so many of these children could be here, how could all of them be parentless? Even though this was a place where it seemed that sadness and depression would be the only constant emotions, I felt warmth. I looked at the woman who was holding my hand, she seemed very kind and I could tell now, without looking through her, observing her like the Ellimist now, but just by looking at her through human eyes. She was a kind person and she would help change the fate of this world in a small, yet enormous way.
So as we walked down that hallway, towards the office where they would ask me who I was, what I knew about where I lived, etc. I thought of what life here on earth would teach me. Being an observer only teaches you so much, sometimes you have to grab onto what you have and go for the ride, I learned that from someone. A very smart someone indeed, she was a natural born warrior, she died at impossible odds. She didn't have time to live her life because of the game, Rachel of the Animorphs is a warrior that no one will ever forget.
