Chapter 1: The Ellimist
It was another meeting with the rest of the Animorphs. Jake and Marco were sitting on a couple of hay bales, Rachel was helping Cassie clean out the animal cages, Ax was examining the stitches on a rabbit, and Tobias was in the rafters looking out just incase Cassie's parents decided to come into the barn for anything. I, of course, was late.
'I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!' The same repeated thoughts were all I was thinking when I skidded to a halt, arriving into the barn.
^You are late by ten earth minutes,^ Ax commented absentmindedly, not looking up from the stitches on the rabbit.
"So sue me," I retorted, gasping for breath, leaning against the wall with my eyes closed as I performed a few breathing exercises to regain my normal heart rate. No use having a stroke in all the heat outside before I could deliver my information to my friends, now would there?
^You're the one that asked for this meeting, did you not?^ Pointed out Tobias, averting his gaze from outside as he stared at me expectantly.
"Oh . . . yeah. Right! Umm . . ." They all gave a look the said 'go on.' "Well, I called you here to talk about a dream I had." Marco groaned, probably thinking this would be a waste of time. "Don't say anything," I snapped, knowing well without a doubt that my dream meant something. Even my gut told me, which was unusual, since it only felt weird when I was hungry. But this was different, a far worse feeling at the pit of my stomach. A warning, a sign? I had no idea and, though I was frightened, I had to find out what was going on with my dream.
"This dream was really weird though," I began once more, snapping myself from my thoughts. "It showed me five giant metal suits. When I looked at each one, I could see little pieces of information about each one, their names I'm thinking. The first one had something that looked like a crossover between a cannon and a rifle, I think its name was Wing Zero. The next one looked like it had a glowing scythe, thermal energy or something; its name was Deathscythe HELL. The third one had a long knife type-weapon-thingy and one of its arms looked like a giant crossover between a Tommy gun and a machine gun of some sort. Its name was Heavyarms, I think. The forth one had two sharp-blade-things that looked like giant sickles, and its name was Sandrock. The final one had an arm that looked like a dragon's head, a double-ended glowing triton in its other hand; its name was Shenlong."
After a thoughtful pause Jake broke the quiet. "I think the Ellimist has something to do with this." His voice sounded wary as he clenched his fist in slight anger. I, for one, did not blame his actions. The Ellimist was always toying with us, trying to destroy us. I didn't doubt his words at all; part of me was sure the Ellimist was behind this . . . dream I had had.
"Even I have to admit, you are a very smart child Jake," said an airily sinister voice.
"Ellimist!"
A shadowy form began to appear, slowly taking the form of a male in his fifties wearing a white lab coat and dark gray pants. "I sent Meghan these dreams in order to prepare her for her journey."
"What journey?" I demand, caution and weariness dripping from my words like water falling from a ducks back. "I'm not going anywhere!"
"I believe you are incorrect, Ms. Rojas. You will find that out in time," the Ellimist said calmly, a semi-evil smirk daring to creep itself onto his lips, showing that he meant what he said completely.
Despite myself, I took a step back in fear, wanting to break from his intensifying smirk and stare. A growl slowly leaving my throat in an unspoken challenge, I took a step forward. Instantly I realized my mistake as my vision began to fog, incoherent thoughts and images scrambling themselves into my brain. I grabbed my head in agony, feeling dizziness overcome my senses. Then, slowly and painfully torturous, my world went black. 'And this guy was supposed to be on our side' was my last thought as my mind surrendered itself to the pit of a dreamless sleep.
It was another meeting with the rest of the Animorphs. Jake and Marco were sitting on a couple of hay bales, Rachel was helping Cassie clean out the animal cages, Ax was examining the stitches on a rabbit, and Tobias was in the rafters looking out just incase Cassie's parents decided to come into the barn for anything. I, of course, was late.
'I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!' The same repeated thoughts were all I was thinking when I skidded to a halt, arriving into the barn.
^You are late by ten earth minutes,^ Ax commented absentmindedly, not looking up from the stitches on the rabbit.
"So sue me," I retorted, gasping for breath, leaning against the wall with my eyes closed as I performed a few breathing exercises to regain my normal heart rate. No use having a stroke in all the heat outside before I could deliver my information to my friends, now would there?
^You're the one that asked for this meeting, did you not?^ Pointed out Tobias, averting his gaze from outside as he stared at me expectantly.
"Oh . . . yeah. Right! Umm . . ." They all gave a look the said 'go on.' "Well, I called you here to talk about a dream I had." Marco groaned, probably thinking this would be a waste of time. "Don't say anything," I snapped, knowing well without a doubt that my dream meant something. Even my gut told me, which was unusual, since it only felt weird when I was hungry. But this was different, a far worse feeling at the pit of my stomach. A warning, a sign? I had no idea and, though I was frightened, I had to find out what was going on with my dream.
"This dream was really weird though," I began once more, snapping myself from my thoughts. "It showed me five giant metal suits. When I looked at each one, I could see little pieces of information about each one, their names I'm thinking. The first one had something that looked like a crossover between a cannon and a rifle, I think its name was Wing Zero. The next one looked like it had a glowing scythe, thermal energy or something; its name was Deathscythe HELL. The third one had a long knife type-weapon-thingy and one of its arms looked like a giant crossover between a Tommy gun and a machine gun of some sort. Its name was Heavyarms, I think. The forth one had two sharp-blade-things that looked like giant sickles, and its name was Sandrock. The final one had an arm that looked like a dragon's head, a double-ended glowing triton in its other hand; its name was Shenlong."
After a thoughtful pause Jake broke the quiet. "I think the Ellimist has something to do with this." His voice sounded wary as he clenched his fist in slight anger. I, for one, did not blame his actions. The Ellimist was always toying with us, trying to destroy us. I didn't doubt his words at all; part of me was sure the Ellimist was behind this . . . dream I had had.
"Even I have to admit, you are a very smart child Jake," said an airily sinister voice.
"Ellimist!"
A shadowy form began to appear, slowly taking the form of a male in his fifties wearing a white lab coat and dark gray pants. "I sent Meghan these dreams in order to prepare her for her journey."
"What journey?" I demand, caution and weariness dripping from my words like water falling from a ducks back. "I'm not going anywhere!"
"I believe you are incorrect, Ms. Rojas. You will find that out in time," the Ellimist said calmly, a semi-evil smirk daring to creep itself onto his lips, showing that he meant what he said completely.
Despite myself, I took a step back in fear, wanting to break from his intensifying smirk and stare. A growl slowly leaving my throat in an unspoken challenge, I took a step forward. Instantly I realized my mistake as my vision began to fog, incoherent thoughts and images scrambling themselves into my brain. I grabbed my head in agony, feeling dizziness overcome my senses. Then, slowly and painfully torturous, my world went black. 'And this guy was supposed to be on our side' was my last thought as my mind surrendered itself to the pit of a dreamless sleep.