Author's Note: Next chapter up! Jeez, I'm working pretty fast on this, a real record for me, really. Normally I take my time, so that the story is a little more planned in the long run, but really, I just can't stop these writing urges! Anyway, please after you have read this, do review it, because it does make me work faster. Send any feedback to nova_mist@yahoo.com Thank you, and enjoy!
Another Author's Note: Sorry if you find this chapter (and all the following ones) confusing as hell as to where it's set, and who's speaking and etcetera, but it's just the style I seem to be writing this story in.
Yet ANOTHER Author's Note: By the way, I have messages to a few of the reviewers down the bottom, so, if you reviewed and I read your review, have a look! Thanks! And keep reviewing!
And yet ANOTHER Author's Note: Hi, sorry about the whole Anya/Maria thing, but I'm updating all the chapters so that she's Maria in all of them. Sorry about that. ^_^ And remember to review!
Paths of Fate
Book One: Resurrection
5.
Arbron, his face burning because of his thoughts towards the human girl Maria, listened intently as Elfangor told him of his encounter with Sub-Visser Seven.
You're very lucky that you didn't die. Arbron said, when Elfangor told him of how the Sub-Visser had thrown the Taxxon-morphed Elfangor off the side of a magnetic-levitation train carriage. How did you get out of that one without being eaten by the Taxxons whilst demorphing?
Elfangor frowned. Luck, it seems. Luck, he said. He paused for a moment. It was lucky that my tail-blade appeared before my head, or my arms, or some other part of me. Elfangor shook his head. Too much luck,
Arbron nodded. I know what you mean. The limit for morphing is two hours before you are trapped, but I was in Taxxon morph for over two-and-a-half, and yet I still managed to demorph with no difficulty.
Elfangor frowned, and Arbron could only just see it in the stifling darkness of the Skirt Na ship's cradle. The stench was overwhelming.
It's almost as if we're nothing but pawns in a game of radlont. Arbron mused. As if we're having our strings pulled by some unseen puppet master.
Elfangor looked up at Arbron, and nodded. My thoughts exactly. Elfangor said. The question is: Who is the puppet master?
Arbron nodded. So, are we going to go rescue the Time Matrix, or what? he asked, smiling slightly.
Elfangor smiled back.
Hero time, eh, Elfangor? Arbron queried with a raised eyebrow.
Yes, hero time. Elfangor confirmed. Now, all we need is a plan.
Arbron grinned. And I think that I may have one.
What's your plan? Elfangor asked Arbron, who was currently peeking out from behind one of the steel beams that held the ship's cradle, watching the Yeerk activity.
Arbron turned his stalk-eyes back towards Elfangor, motioning for him to come and stand beside him. Elfangor did so, keeping his stalk eyes turned backwards so that no one could sneak up behind them. The plan is, we bluff. Arbron said to Elfangor, looking at him with one stalk-eye, keeping the other turned backwards like Elfangor's, and his main eyes facing straight ahead. See those two Gedd-Controllers over there? Arbron asked Elfangor, pointing to the two Gedds who were guarding the boarding ramp of the Skirt Na ship. We're going to fool them into thinking that we are there to fix the ship's computers. Arbron said. We shut the doors once inside, blocking the Gedds from getting in, and then fly that sorry Skirt Na ship away.
Elfangor nodded in agreement. After all, what other choice did they have? Then, he stopped. But the only way we'd be able to pass it off would be to morph back to Taxxon. he said slowly.
Arbron felt an incredible fear- one which felt like memories of a long forgotten, but very real, dream – well up in him. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. Yes, I know. Arbron said, dread building up in him.
There was a very long silence. Well, let's get this over with, Elfangor said finally.
Arbron nodded, and they began to morph.
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Wait! Where will I end up? What planet? What year will…
Elfangor was terribly disoriented. He appeared to be in a ship of some sort. Where was he? When was he?
Who was he? He turned again, only to find his face pressed against the barrel of a Dracon Beam.
"Freeze, horse-boy!"
TO BE CONTINUED…
Yet MORE Author's Notes: what do you people think? Should I still continue? Do you have any suggestions as to where this story should go, or how long it should be. I'm thinking of making it into a trilogy, or a series (see the title, how it says "Paths of Fate – Book One – Resurrection"?), should I? Or should I just leave it at one? Please review and tell me! Or send me an email if you prefer, at nova_mist@yahoo.com
ANOTHER ANNOYING Author's Note: sorry that chapter was a bit short, but oh well.
OH GOD! NOT ANOTHER ANNOYING Author's Note: sorry I write so many of these. Anyway, it might take me a while to get the next part up, because I have a couple of assignments coming up, and I'm going back to school (holidays are over! NOOOO!) on either Monday or Tuesday, and school always means writer's block. And I have no idea whatsoever where I am going to take the other story, The Crossing. Any ideas? *grins*
Notes to reviewers: Thank you so much to everyone who's reviewed this story! Now, just a couple of little notes to a couple of you:
J-Rae: Hi! Thank you for both your reviews. I'm glad you like the story. About your story, I have actually both read and reviewed it, but I reviewed it under another name. I really like your story, and I can't wait to read the next part. If you want me to, I'll go in and review it when I'm logged in.
Angelofcloud9: hi! Thank you as well for both of your reviews. About Arbron's daughter falling in love with Marco or Ax, it's a good idea, and I had thought of it, but I'm not quite sure yet what exactly I'm going to do with the Animorphs themselves when I get up to them in the story. Since Rachel was described as a "happy accident" by the Ellimist, and this story is where Good "repairs the fabric of fate" (lol), I'm not quite sure if I should work Rachel (and maybe David) out of the story because of that. I'm not sure yet.
Angel of Music: an Elfangor club, eh? Sounds like a good idea! *grins* I'm glad you like this story. You a fan of Elfangor as well, eh? I can't believe that K.A. Applegate killed him off in the first book, the Evil Woman! (lol) And don't worry, I am not going to kill of Elfangor, or Arbron, either. And yes, I am writing as fast as I can! *grins*
