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everyone else.
A/N: Since people are so concerned about accuracy, I'd like to remind all readers that I have not read the entire series, never even touched the Andalite Chronicles, am aware of the fact that my story is 'riddles with potholes like Swiss cheese' but in all honesty... *I mock you with my monkey pants!*
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Tobias?
I sat in a daze. I didn't know what to do. I felt Erin's emotions, heard her thoughts and basically read her mind. But I didn't know what to do. It felt wrong to just make her do things.
Tobias?
Yeah?
May I retain control of my body? She didn't trust me. I could feel it. It pulsed in her head, all around me.
Of course. I shifted, feeling the need to get away from her brain, but of course, that was impossible. I was in a human head. Naturally, there would be a brain. Except in Marco's case of course. We just need to make sure Visser three sees a Yeerk come out of your head when he forces you to the Yeerk pool.
"Erin? Tobias? Are both of you all right?" Rachel was peering into Erin's eyes. I saw it all as if I was Erin herself. I creeped himself out. The way I felt about Rachel as a cockroach was nothing compared to the way I felt about myself right now. I wanted to chop myself into tiny pieces.
"We are fine. This is Erin speaking. Tobias will not control me." Erin replied. I moved around again, searching for a way to be comfortable. Then I touched something. Images flooded me. Memories. I was in a beautiful world. The grass was blue. The trees were oddly shaped. I knew instinctively were this place was.
The Andalite world.
Tobias, you have accessed my memories! Stop! Erin demanded. But I couldn't stop. I didn't know how to. I didn't want to. An Andalite came into view. I felt Erin's curiousity. I felt her excitement. Even before they spoke, I knew who he was, who he had to be.
Greetings, I am Elfangor-Sirinal-Shamtul. He said. Erin smiled. It was the first time they met. Elfangor looked so young, so carefree. He hadn't been through much yet. He had no clue of what was to come.
Tobias! I jerked. The memories stopped playing. Erin's tone was harsh. Do not intrude upon my mind, or I will kill myself and you with me.
I'm sorry. I whispered, feeling immensely guilty. But I couldn't help myself. I had to know more. I'm sorry, Erin. But I have to know. I moved quickly, without thinking, following the Yeerk instinct. I took control of her body, but I let her eyes continue to move. Then I played her memories again.
Must you go? Erin was sad. She held hands with Elfangor. They stood close together, walking slowly. The stars shone.
Yes. But I will return, I promise you. Elfangor replied. He'd promised. A promise, if not for the Ellimist, he would never have kept. Erin raged at me, furious at my invasion. But I couldn't stop. I played more memories, even fantasies that Erin had of marrying Elfangor. She loved him so much. The images went by in a blur.
Then I stopped. I'd found what I was looking for.
A human? Erin choked. She stepped away from Elfangor. You left me for a human?
Erilase, please understand. Elfangor held out his hands to her. He had just returned back to the Andalite world.
And you want to return to Earth, not because you want to destroy the Yeerks, but because you want to go back to her!
No! Erilase, that is not the truth. The Ellimist has erased all memory of me on Earth. I could return, but she would not know me.
But if she did? If you could choose between her life and mine? Who would you choose?
I felt Erin crying inside her head. She was in so much pain. Tears filled her eyes. Rachel looked worried. I felt guilty for making Erin relive this moment all over again. But I had to know.
I cannot make this decision. Elfangor looked away. He was tired, worn. He had grown. He was a father now. Was he thinking of me? Remembering me? Missing me?
Then I shall make it for you! Erin shouted, both in her memory and in the present. Her pain was beginning to affect me. I watched, but only because I was paralysed, unable to stop. I watched as Erin turned away from Elfangor. She struggled to calm herself down, but she could not. She began to run, fast, her hooves thudding loudly against the ground.
Erin! Elfangor called. But Erin paid no heed. All her thought was focused on ending the pain. Erin, no! Elfangor began to run too. Erin turned her stalk eyes to look at Elfangor. He was catching up. His face was etched with pain and regret. And guilt. He called to her, telling her to stop. I watched through Erin's other eyes, and found myself staring at a cliff.
Gurtha Mela. Erin whispered to me. The Death of Love. I knew what she wanted to do. So did Elfangor.
Erin! The memory slowed down. I watched Erin leap, closing her eyes. She had given up. But Elfangor had not. He was a fast runner, faster than Erin. The moment the realisation that Erin was going to commit suicide hit him, he'd raced across the grass like never before, pushing himself to the limit. He leapt, knocking Erin backward by the force of his movement.
Elfangor! Erin screamed. Her prince stumbled on the edge of the cliff, unbalanced. His weak hands scrabbled at the grass, trying to hold on. Most of his lower body was hanging off the cliff. No! I shouted with her. Erin ran forward. She grasped Elfangor's hands. Morph!
Elfangor morphed, quickly. In a minute he was a krafit bird, free to fly. He would not fall. He was safe. He landed on th grass and demorphed again, as quickly as he could. Elfangor took Erin's hands in his and held her close.
I cannot lose you. He said.
I owe you my life. Erin replied. That makes you my prince. I cannot leave you, even if I wished to do so.
Will you forgive me? Elfangor asked. Erin looked away. Will you?
I will. Erin replied. In the present, Erin sobbed. I stopped playing back her memories. I'd seen enough.
I'm sorry, Erin.
A/N: Since people are so concerned about accuracy, I'd like to remind all readers that I have not read the entire series, never even touched the Andalite Chronicles, am aware of the fact that my story is 'riddles with potholes like Swiss cheese' but in all honesty... *I mock you with my monkey pants!*
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Tobias?
I sat in a daze. I didn't know what to do. I felt Erin's emotions, heard her thoughts and basically read her mind. But I didn't know what to do. It felt wrong to just make her do things.
Tobias?
Yeah?
May I retain control of my body? She didn't trust me. I could feel it. It pulsed in her head, all around me.
Of course. I shifted, feeling the need to get away from her brain, but of course, that was impossible. I was in a human head. Naturally, there would be a brain. Except in Marco's case of course. We just need to make sure Visser three sees a Yeerk come out of your head when he forces you to the Yeerk pool.
"Erin? Tobias? Are both of you all right?" Rachel was peering into Erin's eyes. I saw it all as if I was Erin herself. I creeped himself out. The way I felt about Rachel as a cockroach was nothing compared to the way I felt about myself right now. I wanted to chop myself into tiny pieces.
"We are fine. This is Erin speaking. Tobias will not control me." Erin replied. I moved around again, searching for a way to be comfortable. Then I touched something. Images flooded me. Memories. I was in a beautiful world. The grass was blue. The trees were oddly shaped. I knew instinctively were this place was.
The Andalite world.
Tobias, you have accessed my memories! Stop! Erin demanded. But I couldn't stop. I didn't know how to. I didn't want to. An Andalite came into view. I felt Erin's curiousity. I felt her excitement. Even before they spoke, I knew who he was, who he had to be.
Greetings, I am Elfangor-Sirinal-Shamtul. He said. Erin smiled. It was the first time they met. Elfangor looked so young, so carefree. He hadn't been through much yet. He had no clue of what was to come.
Tobias! I jerked. The memories stopped playing. Erin's tone was harsh. Do not intrude upon my mind, or I will kill myself and you with me.
I'm sorry. I whispered, feeling immensely guilty. But I couldn't help myself. I had to know more. I'm sorry, Erin. But I have to know. I moved quickly, without thinking, following the Yeerk instinct. I took control of her body, but I let her eyes continue to move. Then I played her memories again.
Must you go? Erin was sad. She held hands with Elfangor. They stood close together, walking slowly. The stars shone.
Yes. But I will return, I promise you. Elfangor replied. He'd promised. A promise, if not for the Ellimist, he would never have kept. Erin raged at me, furious at my invasion. But I couldn't stop. I played more memories, even fantasies that Erin had of marrying Elfangor. She loved him so much. The images went by in a blur.
Then I stopped. I'd found what I was looking for.
A human? Erin choked. She stepped away from Elfangor. You left me for a human?
Erilase, please understand. Elfangor held out his hands to her. He had just returned back to the Andalite world.
And you want to return to Earth, not because you want to destroy the Yeerks, but because you want to go back to her!
No! Erilase, that is not the truth. The Ellimist has erased all memory of me on Earth. I could return, but she would not know me.
But if she did? If you could choose between her life and mine? Who would you choose?
I felt Erin crying inside her head. She was in so much pain. Tears filled her eyes. Rachel looked worried. I felt guilty for making Erin relive this moment all over again. But I had to know.
I cannot make this decision. Elfangor looked away. He was tired, worn. He had grown. He was a father now. Was he thinking of me? Remembering me? Missing me?
Then I shall make it for you! Erin shouted, both in her memory and in the present. Her pain was beginning to affect me. I watched, but only because I was paralysed, unable to stop. I watched as Erin turned away from Elfangor. She struggled to calm herself down, but she could not. She began to run, fast, her hooves thudding loudly against the ground.
Erin! Elfangor called. But Erin paid no heed. All her thought was focused on ending the pain. Erin, no! Elfangor began to run too. Erin turned her stalk eyes to look at Elfangor. He was catching up. His face was etched with pain and regret. And guilt. He called to her, telling her to stop. I watched through Erin's other eyes, and found myself staring at a cliff.
Gurtha Mela. Erin whispered to me. The Death of Love. I knew what she wanted to do. So did Elfangor.
Erin! The memory slowed down. I watched Erin leap, closing her eyes. She had given up. But Elfangor had not. He was a fast runner, faster than Erin. The moment the realisation that Erin was going to commit suicide hit him, he'd raced across the grass like never before, pushing himself to the limit. He leapt, knocking Erin backward by the force of his movement.
Elfangor! Erin screamed. Her prince stumbled on the edge of the cliff, unbalanced. His weak hands scrabbled at the grass, trying to hold on. Most of his lower body was hanging off the cliff. No! I shouted with her. Erin ran forward. She grasped Elfangor's hands. Morph!
Elfangor morphed, quickly. In a minute he was a krafit bird, free to fly. He would not fall. He was safe. He landed on th grass and demorphed again, as quickly as he could. Elfangor took Erin's hands in his and held her close.
I cannot lose you. He said.
I owe you my life. Erin replied. That makes you my prince. I cannot leave you, even if I wished to do so.
Will you forgive me? Elfangor asked. Erin looked away. Will you?
I will. Erin replied. In the present, Erin sobbed. I stopped playing back her memories. I'd seen enough.
I'm sorry, Erin.