Dark Angel
From the temple of the OrangeGoddess
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Animorphs or Harry Potter characters. They belong solely to Scholastic and were written by K.A. Applegate and J. K. Rowling, respectively. To my knowledge, these events in the following work of fanfiction have not been previously used by any of writer. I do know that Rachel was refereed to as Renée (which means rebirth to the best of my knowledge) in another story, but I was unable to relocate it at the time I wrote this. When I do, I promise to give that person credit for the name change idea, but other then that there is nothing in common between the two stories. And no, I am not ripping of the TV show by the same name, nothing at all in common between the two. I'm sure the phrase existed beforehand, and so I'm using it now.
Normally, I am just a avid fanfiction reader, but this story has been swirling around in my brain for quite some time now, so I decided to type it out. As this is my first fanfiction and everything, I am more then willing to accept any type of review/help that is thrown my way.
For those of you not familiar with the Animorphs, the "being" refereed to in the prologue is the character known as the Ellimist, a guy who basically monitors and reroutes events/timelines. I have him slightly stepping out of bounds in my story, but heck. The story wouldn't work if the good guy wasn't breaking rules in the beginning.
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He stared at the twisting time particles, glowing strands of life that ended at various lengths signifying death. The golden rods twisted, turned, intertwined with others, and shot out on their own. He was particularly interested in five relatively short golden ribbons whose past lay in a minefield of pain, suffering, and loss. He redirected the course these were running so they spun of in a new direction, entering another plane of strands.
He magnified a half dozen other strands whose paths were close to nearing in a climax of power. These were now destined to meet those from the other plane and become part of a triumphant whole.
A final battle was approaching on Earth, one that would reshape the history of one culture and shake the foundation of another. Rules would have to be broken to ensure a safe victory for this lovely gem of a planet. At one time, he would not have interfered, but now they needed him. He would simply set forth the motions that would from into events as the humans took them.
However, to get the desired results, several events in history needed to be undone or adjusted as was needed. One warrior to be called back from the spirit world, and one whose talents lay unused to be return to his human form. These would be harder to accomplish, but with those who sought to slow the progress of goodness and peace in there would currently wounded and weak, there would be no one to stop him.
The warrior had a brilliantly bright, violent, and short human life the last time she had been thrown into existence. For all her faults, she was fiercely loyal and true to those around her, willing to die to save her people. Her passing had caused much more pain then any of his kind had predicted, upsetting the course of events that bought about the end of the war between the Yeerks and the humans. She was proud, smart, and adaptable. The warrior would fit in well with the new task he was setting for her. Still... To achieve the status and person she had once been, she would have to fulfill an uphill journey involving the other he need to bring back. She had what was required to defeat the new darkness, if she could readjust.
He drew the spirit to him across the vastness and resettled it on earth with the mission and memories need to complete the cycle. As an afterthought he gave the warrior spirit a different body to occupy for the journey. She would not be recognized by those she once counted as teammates until the time was right. For now she would be a new person, completely the same in spirit but as different as night and day in appearance, something which humans paid far to much attention to. He felt the quick succession of emotions that radiated from the warrior. Surprise. Joy. Anger. Acceptance.
The second staff was from a bitterer life; one far more filled with failure and disappointment the warrior. They had much in common though, as his personal enemy had tried to use to his advantage. There was still time for there to be forgiveness and comradeship between the two fellow spirits before the union was ended by death. The cynical human was easily restored and placed at the correct location knowing the instructions to complete his fate. This one held all the joy at being restored, but was distrustfully grudging to the demands.
The Ellimist smiled. The stage was set; everything was as it should be. All he needed to do know was to sit back and watch.