Disclaimer: I do not own Animorphs, it belongs to K.A. Applegate, and whoever else. You know the deal.

Two

My name is Alexander Chambers. There you go. Even though it is pretty cliched, I stuck with the tradition. I am the only person ever, besides the Animorphs, to have ever read those documents. The Animorph diaries. And since what you're about to hear is along those lines, I thought that might be the best way to start off.

And why have I read the Animorphs diaries? Because my mother is Cassandra Chambers, zoologist and protector of the now thriving Hork-Bajir colony. Yeah, she's that Cassandra. Cassie the Animorph.

For the fifteen years I've been alive, I've been the centre of attention with most people I meet. Not that I mind at all. I absolutely love it. I've lived all over the world, travelling with my parents. Until they split up.

I wasn't too devastated. I mean, don't get me wrong, I was upset at first, but after a lot of thought, I realised that it wouldn't have been right for them to stay together. Mom's soulmate was killed long ago, somewhere in space, and Dad's soulmate . . . well, I dunno, but whoever it is, it sure isn't Mom.

I haven't seen either of them for a few months. Dad's gone back to New York, where he grew up, and Mom is on some island off the east coast of Australia.

I'm staying in Sydney at the moment, with an . . . old friend of Mom's. An aboriginal man named Yami Carter. Long story there. It's an Animorph thing.

It was strange. Mom doesn't normally take up an expedition too quickly. I remember exactly when it happened.

It was about four months ago. I can tell you the exact time it happened. Saturday evening, June 25th, 6:37pm, 2022.

I was at home, relaxing. You know, what any normal American guy would be doing on the weekend. Sleeping and eating. And watching television.

Then the phone rang. Right in the middle, may I say, of my fave program, re-runs of that old show, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and a real nice bag of potato chips.

Mom had disappeared somewhere, so I picked it up.

"Hey. Xander here." I greeted whoever was on the other end. Everyone one who knows me calls me Xander. And yeah, I got it off Buffy.

"Hey, Xander, it's Erek. Is your mother there?"

"Sure Erek. I'll just find her."

Erek King is an old friend of Mom's. Nobody but me knows how, but he was involved in the war. A Chee, an alien android. Mom didn't talk about the war much. The two of kept in touch a fair bit. And I had met him a few times.

"Mom, Mr. King's on the phone!" I yelled, since I didn't know where she was and really couldn't be bothered walking around looking for her.

"Erek?" She emerged from the basement door pretty darn quick. Erek had played a pretty important part in the war, including the final battle. She was always quick to talk to him.

I passed her the phone. She looked at me, and with that one simple look, told me to leave the room.

"Fine, I'll go," I muttered. But instead of leaving the room completely, I just walked around the hallway wall. That way, I could here everything Mom said.

"Hey, Erek. Anything wrong?" I heard my mother ask.

There was a long pause.

"What? That's . . . impossible. But how?"

Another pause.

"It's . . . no. . . impossible. Jake? Anything about the others?"

Jake, leader of the Animorphs and my mothers soulmate, left Earth eighteen years ago with his fellow surviving male Animorphs, Marco and Tobias, as well as two other soldiers on an unknown mission into space. Well, unknown to everyone but me, mom, and Erek. He left to rescue the Great Prince Aximili, who had been taken by Yeerks. In a stolen Yeerk vessel.

"Right. I'll leave tonight. See you in a couple of days."

I heard her hang up the phone and begin to walk toward the hallway.

Oh, crap! I thought, and tried to run without her hearing me. I made it into my room just in time. As I flopped on my bed, trying to look natural, my mom knocked on the door.

"Come on in," I said, trying to sound casual.

She opened the door almost timidly, stepped in, and sat on the end of my bed. She said nothing, and stared my white wall.

"Mom?" I asked after a while.

"Oh, sorry," she snapped out of her thoughts. "Uh, honey, I have some news. I have to go on a really important trip. Which means you'll have to move again."

For some reason, everybody seemed to think that I would hate moving all the time. I loved it! The constant change was great.

She smiled at me and looked me in the eyes. "And by the way, if you're going to try and listen in on my conversations, try to be a little quieter next time.

"Oh crap." I looked at her.

Mom laughed, and then smiled at me. "Yeah, crap all right. Anyway, we have to go to Australia. As you probably heard, it's about . . . some more old friends. You'll have to stay-"

FLASH!

I was in a black space. I was floating, surrounded by countless strange white lines. They were so close, I felt I could reach out and touch them. So, of course, being the type of person I am, I tried.

I reached for a random line. But suddenly, before I could touch it, it turned gold, and another silver. They were mainly straight, like most of the others. But they were intertwined with four other lines. Eventually, one of the white lines stopped. Ended completely. They all slowly spread apart, until, suddenly, the gold one and three of the others twisted around, intertwined again, and flew off in the direction the had come from, and beyond. Only one continued forward. These lines, they were the Animorphs. And the silver line, somehow, I knew it. It was Cassie, my mom. I also knew the name of the gold line. It was him. The world's greatest known man. Jake Berenson.

"Jake!" I cried. The words just slipped out of my mouth.

My mother leapt off the bed, a shocked and horrified look on her face. "What . . . what did you just say?"

I didn't understand what I had just seen, but I had a really strong feeling that I would soon find out.

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A few words changed here, but again, the basic storyline is here. R&R!! PLZ!!