The beginning of the end
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...yet, K.A.Applegate owns everything....so far.
This chapter is basically the Epilouge of 'The Ellimist Chronicles' and if you haven't read them or finished the book #54 then i warn you, there are sploilers and you'll find it hard to understand.
This is a story twisted strangely around the Ellimist, the Animorphs and time itself.
Prolouge
*~*
He faced the dying human, 'Now you know who I am, what I am.'
'Yeah, you were a kid. Like me in some ways, a kid who got in way too deep and couldn't get back out.'
'A kid.'
'You were trapped, you still are. I've been trapped'
'Yes,' he replied.
'Was I one of your game pieces? Were all six of us just game pieces?'
He seemed to think and consider. He did not know what to say.
'I did not cause you to be one of the six. You were....you were....a happy accident. An unwitting contribution from the human race to it's own survival.'
The human was silent. No begging, no pleading for life. At the end, acceptance came even to this strong, turbulent spirit.
'You said I could ask one more question.'
'Yes,' he replied.
'I can't ask if we win, I can't ask if it will all turn out okay.'
'I don't know these answers.'
'Okay, then answer this, Ellimist: Did I...did I make a difference? My life, and my ...my death....was I worth it? Did my life really matter?'
'Yes. You were brave. You were strong. You were good. You mattered.'
`Yeah. Okay, then. Okay, then.'
And a small strand of space-time went dark and coiled into nothingness. A star shone were the life of the human ended. I tugged at the thin line that controlled the child's future and almost instantly did it spring back and glow again. Life still shining as though been for years.
I spoke, `She will live.'
*~*
I changed the epilouge slightly.
The next one should be up soon!
I'll really appreciate it if you give reviews. Constuctive critism is welcome.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...yet, K.A.Applegate owns everything....so far.
This chapter is basically the Epilouge of 'The Ellimist Chronicles' and if you haven't read them or finished the book #54 then i warn you, there are sploilers and you'll find it hard to understand.
This is a story twisted strangely around the Ellimist, the Animorphs and time itself.
Prolouge
*~*
He faced the dying human, 'Now you know who I am, what I am.'
'Yeah, you were a kid. Like me in some ways, a kid who got in way too deep and couldn't get back out.'
'A kid.'
'You were trapped, you still are. I've been trapped'
'Yes,' he replied.
'Was I one of your game pieces? Were all six of us just game pieces?'
He seemed to think and consider. He did not know what to say.
'I did not cause you to be one of the six. You were....you were....a happy accident. An unwitting contribution from the human race to it's own survival.'
The human was silent. No begging, no pleading for life. At the end, acceptance came even to this strong, turbulent spirit.
'You said I could ask one more question.'
'Yes,' he replied.
'I can't ask if we win, I can't ask if it will all turn out okay.'
'I don't know these answers.'
'Okay, then answer this, Ellimist: Did I...did I make a difference? My life, and my ...my death....was I worth it? Did my life really matter?'
'Yes. You were brave. You were strong. You were good. You mattered.'
`Yeah. Okay, then. Okay, then.'
And a small strand of space-time went dark and coiled into nothingness. A star shone were the life of the human ended. I tugged at the thin line that controlled the child's future and almost instantly did it spring back and glow again. Life still shining as though been for years.
I spoke, `She will live.'
*~*
I changed the epilouge slightly.
The next one should be up soon!
I'll really appreciate it if you give reviews. Constuctive critism is welcome.