Author's Notes: I wrote this when I was.um.twelve? Or thirteen. Not sure.
I'm seventeen now, I've improved a lot. But.yeah. I still like this. ( I
came up with the Knights of a New Age 'cause I really didn't like the stuff
that happened after the Chaos War/Second Cataclysm. (
Disclaimer: None of it's really mine, 'cept Ariel. And the crossover ideal. And Temrash.and Lauren. And the Knights of a New Age..And some other stuff. But anything that you recognize isn't mine. (
Warnings: Never sleep in the rain
Spoilers: Rats in a restaurant..and among other things. The entirety of Animorphs hadn't been written at the time of this things creation. And mild spoilers for Dragonlance: Dragons of Summer Flame but only slightly, and I doubt you'll REALLY recognize it if you hadn't already read the book.Yeah.
Rating: I put PG-13.probably too high, but. Eh. There's a kiss..mention of carnage. Figured I better be safe.
Now here's the story!
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My name is Ariel.
No last name, no address, no phone number, nothing. Why? Several reasons. First off, the Yeerks. If you're reading this, you've probably heard of them, so I won't bother with descriptions. Second reason, stalkers. I know, insignificant compared to the Yeerks. But, hey, they are out there, and they are dangerous. I definitely don't want to be raped, murdered, stalked, whatever. Those are just not activities in which I like to participate. And the third and final reason I refuse to give you any information about myself is this: I don't belong here.
I'm sure your thinking, What do you mean, you don't belong here? Are you an alien or something? Well, lets just say that I am, in a way, an alien. Hey, the word alien means different, and I am definitely different.
Well, lets start off with a description of myself. I have long, wavy black hair, and grey, almond shaped eyes. I know, sounds perfectly normal, right? Well, here's the thing: My eyes. And I guess my ears, if you ever see them, which I take a lot of precautions against. All right, you wanna know why my eyes and ears are so strange, right? Okay. My eyes are grey. But they seem to light up when I'm thinking of certain things, or when I'm feeling certain emotions. Like love, hate, pity. They sorta look like I have fires raging behind them, which I think they do, but I'm not sure. It doesn't show up on x-rays, and I never feel a burning sensation, so I can't really be sure.
And why exactly are my ears so strange? Why, because their pointy! Yeah, that's right. Pointy. I'm half-elven. So shouldn't I be short and ugly? NO! Elves are creatures of grace and beauty. And, yeah, their shorter than the average human, only about five and a half feet tall, but they aren't tiny! They aren't really made that tough, like humans are, so I'm stronger than the average elf maid, but weaker than the average human woman. Get the picture? That's why I wear my hair long. It's really thick, so it covers up my ears.
Anyway, your probably thinking, Wow, this girl's nuts, right? I'm not. No. I'm just from another....What do scientists call it? I guess it would from a different timeline, a different dimensional world.
See, I'm from a timeline where the Chaos Wars never happened. Magic stayed, the gods stayed, and so forth. And we don't have to worry about Yeerks and all that. The gods have pretty much kept us in the Medieval age. I mean, sure, we have a few inventions, but mostly the majority of the world's population hasn't a clue there's even other planets out there, much less life. I mean, come on! We still think our world's flat! And the gods keep anything from coming into the atmosphere. So most of us are safe and happy in our oblivion. But a few of us, we call ourselves the Knights of a New Age, want progress, and we believe that if we had progress we wouldn't need magic. Of course, we don't allow mages into our order (they probably wouldn't want in even if we let them). They disapprove of our dreams, hopes, and ambitions because we seek to undermine magic and magic-users. We don't, really. We just don't think it's at all necessary.
Well, I am a Knight of a New Age, and I've found that new age. I think I prefer oblivion and safety to what's here. Hideous. Meaningless wars, like my home, but so horribly brutal. Civilians get involved in your wars, they are totally excluded in ours. And horrible poverty! And the way to fix it is not by getting them jobs, but by paying them more money than if they did work! But I'm stuck here. Magic doesn't work, I believe. I had no mages in my party when I was whisked away here, so no one could tell. Only science works, and your people have not found a way to make dimensional portals. But I can wait a few centuries. My elven blood allows that.
Now that you know all about me, you want to know how I know about a parasitic species of evil outer space slugs, right? And how I know about the Animorphs and all that good stuff? Fine, I'll tell you.
Disclaimer: None of it's really mine, 'cept Ariel. And the crossover ideal. And Temrash.and Lauren. And the Knights of a New Age..And some other stuff. But anything that you recognize isn't mine. (
Warnings: Never sleep in the rain
Spoilers: Rats in a restaurant..and among other things. The entirety of Animorphs hadn't been written at the time of this things creation. And mild spoilers for Dragonlance: Dragons of Summer Flame but only slightly, and I doubt you'll REALLY recognize it if you hadn't already read the book.Yeah.
Rating: I put PG-13.probably too high, but. Eh. There's a kiss..mention of carnage. Figured I better be safe.
Now here's the story!
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
My name is Ariel.
No last name, no address, no phone number, nothing. Why? Several reasons. First off, the Yeerks. If you're reading this, you've probably heard of them, so I won't bother with descriptions. Second reason, stalkers. I know, insignificant compared to the Yeerks. But, hey, they are out there, and they are dangerous. I definitely don't want to be raped, murdered, stalked, whatever. Those are just not activities in which I like to participate. And the third and final reason I refuse to give you any information about myself is this: I don't belong here.
I'm sure your thinking, What do you mean, you don't belong here? Are you an alien or something? Well, lets just say that I am, in a way, an alien. Hey, the word alien means different, and I am definitely different.
Well, lets start off with a description of myself. I have long, wavy black hair, and grey, almond shaped eyes. I know, sounds perfectly normal, right? Well, here's the thing: My eyes. And I guess my ears, if you ever see them, which I take a lot of precautions against. All right, you wanna know why my eyes and ears are so strange, right? Okay. My eyes are grey. But they seem to light up when I'm thinking of certain things, or when I'm feeling certain emotions. Like love, hate, pity. They sorta look like I have fires raging behind them, which I think they do, but I'm not sure. It doesn't show up on x-rays, and I never feel a burning sensation, so I can't really be sure.
And why exactly are my ears so strange? Why, because their pointy! Yeah, that's right. Pointy. I'm half-elven. So shouldn't I be short and ugly? NO! Elves are creatures of grace and beauty. And, yeah, their shorter than the average human, only about five and a half feet tall, but they aren't tiny! They aren't really made that tough, like humans are, so I'm stronger than the average elf maid, but weaker than the average human woman. Get the picture? That's why I wear my hair long. It's really thick, so it covers up my ears.
Anyway, your probably thinking, Wow, this girl's nuts, right? I'm not. No. I'm just from another....What do scientists call it? I guess it would from a different timeline, a different dimensional world.
See, I'm from a timeline where the Chaos Wars never happened. Magic stayed, the gods stayed, and so forth. And we don't have to worry about Yeerks and all that. The gods have pretty much kept us in the Medieval age. I mean, sure, we have a few inventions, but mostly the majority of the world's population hasn't a clue there's even other planets out there, much less life. I mean, come on! We still think our world's flat! And the gods keep anything from coming into the atmosphere. So most of us are safe and happy in our oblivion. But a few of us, we call ourselves the Knights of a New Age, want progress, and we believe that if we had progress we wouldn't need magic. Of course, we don't allow mages into our order (they probably wouldn't want in even if we let them). They disapprove of our dreams, hopes, and ambitions because we seek to undermine magic and magic-users. We don't, really. We just don't think it's at all necessary.
Well, I am a Knight of a New Age, and I've found that new age. I think I prefer oblivion and safety to what's here. Hideous. Meaningless wars, like my home, but so horribly brutal. Civilians get involved in your wars, they are totally excluded in ours. And horrible poverty! And the way to fix it is not by getting them jobs, but by paying them more money than if they did work! But I'm stuck here. Magic doesn't work, I believe. I had no mages in my party when I was whisked away here, so no one could tell. Only science works, and your people have not found a way to make dimensional portals. But I can wait a few centuries. My elven blood allows that.
Now that you know all about me, you want to know how I know about a parasitic species of evil outer space slugs, right? And how I know about the Animorphs and all that good stuff? Fine, I'll tell you.