Disclaimer: I do not own Animorphs, it belongs to K.A. Applegate, and whoever else. You know the deal.
Four
I won't go into bore you about the other dreams. They were even more confusing than that one. I'll skip straight to the last one, cos it's pretty important to what has happened.
Alex.
I sat up from my sleep I had suddenly fallen into as I heard someone say my name. It was the same day as Mom had told me she had to go away.
My eyelids slowly opened and I saw a small grey and black bird sitting outside my window. A pigeon. From what I understand, they're pretty common here in Australia. It was tapping its beak softly against the glass.
"Hey, little buddy," I cooed as I opened my window, knowing full well that it would probably take off. But, to my surprise, the pigeon jumped off the sill, and onto my bed.
"Um, okay . . ." I said to myself.
Alex, it spoke again. Wholey, a bird had just spoken to me. Then, I realised that this was thought-speak, the language of someone in morph. Was this an Andalite?
"Excuse me? Who are you?" I demanded.
You can call me Ellimist, he answered in a calm 'voice'. You know who I am, do you not?
"Oh my god . . ." I gasped.
Good, so you have heard of me, strange one. That will save a lot of time. the little bird said.
Strange one? What was that meant to mean?
It is almost time for you to fulfil your destiny, Ellimist elaborated.
"My destiny?" I'd heard about this guy. And from what I'd heard, he tended to use people for his 'games'. The mighty manipulator who never interfered, yet played with the lives of whole species.
Yes. Now, we need to get things clear very quickly. You know the special ability your mother has?
I was about to answer, when he interrupted.
No, not the morphing ability.
Oh.
I was about to try again, when he interrupted me once more.
Your mother is an anomaly.
Oh, yeah. That.
"So? What's that got to do to me?" Yeah, stupid of me to question an almost all-powerful being, but it's this stupid habit I have. I tend to see how far I can push a person. Besides that, I'm pretty much a nice person. But from what the Animorph diaries say, it was a necessity to question the Ellimist. He was untrustworthy.
You now have that ability. You, too, are an anomaly. But, unplanned, your powers are much stronger than your mothers. Cool. Suited me. Is that a good thing though? An untrustworthy anomaly could be very dangerous.
Ah, I got it. He was testing me, too.
"What do you want from me, Ellimist?" I demanded, ignoring the comment. "What do you have planned for me?"
You will find out. When the time is right. Soon.
Suddenly, there was a loud rap at my door, and the pigeon shimmered, then disappeared.
"Huh?" I groaned, sitting up. I had drifted off to sleep. And had yet another one of those weird dreams. All of the others hadn't been like that one. All of the others had involved me as some jungle man, living with a bunch of Andalite-cross-Hork-Bajir in the middle of the jungle. I told you, confusing.
Yami stuck his head around my door.
"Xander?"
"Yeah, I'm here," I said in a groggy voice.
"I just got an e-mail from your mum," he said in his funny australian accent. "You'll have to log back on, since I just got disconnected. Go have a look."
I slowly sat up, shaking the sleep off me, and walked into the office.
After reconnecting, opening my e-mail account, and finally finding the e-mail, I opened it.
Re: good news.
hey yami. it's cass. listen, this is pretty important. i need alexander here at the dig. as in, really soon. ive booked the flight, etc. he'll have 2 leave sydney 2nite. i cant say y til he gets here. tell him i love him, and Ill c him soon. cass
Ooookay. So that almost made no sense. It obviously had something to do with the Animorphs, from what I'd overheard the other night.
I thought about the dream.
Maybe this was it. Maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe this was it. This was what Ellimist was talking about so cryptically. My destiny. It was about to begin.
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Not too long, or interesting, but it was needed to explain things a bit later on.