A new series! whee! Make sure to read The Last Chapter of the Animorphs before this..that's what this is based on! Now shoo! Read! ;-)
PROLOGUE
My name is Ian. I could probably tell you my last name, but I don't have one. There are so few of us left, that last names aren't used anymore. About 5 years ago there was a catastrophic war, where the existence of aliens was revealed. Not in a pleasant way either.
These aliens, called the Yeerks, were slowly infiltrating the human race. Once they became public knowledge, though, open battle started. In the lead was a group of kids called the Animorphs. They were the first resistance during the low-key invasion.
The war was intense. Nuclear Bombs. Dracon Beams. A Quantum Virus, even. All this combined killed off most of the human race and, we thought, all the Yeerks. We were wrong.
Of the planet, in nearly a dozen niches on mainly unknown worlds, they had maintained themselves. Still they were severely weakened, their number down to around 500. The Yeerk home world had been destroyed.
Humanity was worse hit, the entire population at 139. We thought it was better at first, perhaps even a thousand, but we were proven wrong.
The Animal life of earth was badly hit, but of everything, fared the best. Life is tough, if it can survive, it will. Most of everything killed were severely endangered species and vulnerable ones.
The Andalites left us for dead. A lost cause. After the final battle, the world leaders were gone. Only two of the Animorphs lived. Jake and one they had added later. I forget his name.
Jake was pretty much taken to be the world leader. He didn't live long enough to do much though, the Yeerks new forces came by and, just to smite or reemerging society, dropped some sort of bomb on us. I'm not sure what it was but it left us with too little to ever survive. Estimates of about 20 people in the world we're given to me by my only other acquaintance, Bill, my best friend.
Bill had been a scientist with NASA, amazingly he lived and we got together. Kind of funny, him and I being friends, a kid and an adult. Everyone left wandered from place to place, just trying to survive. We lived in North America, which was probably only containing us. Bill says that his estimates are that there are 3-5 people on our continent. I listen; I mean what else is there to do?
The Animorphs former location was known to humans but because the earth Yeerks had been eradicated, not to anyone else. Bill and I went there to see if anyone was there. If there was help.
I stepped out of Bill's car (which is how the heck we got around, borrowing gas and batteries from the dead). It was a n old barn. Cassie's Barn I believe. I was slightly awed. I stepped inside to look around the historic spot.
The door was locked, but as I pushed at the door, the flimsy lock gave way. I stepped inside and my foot hit something. I fell over, smack on my face.
"Oof!" I sputtered. Bill ran over from the car, "What is..."he started to say, but suddenly trailed off. "What?" I demanded and as I glanced at him I saw what I had tripped on.
The Blue Box. The Morphing Cube.
PROLOGUE
My name is Ian. I could probably tell you my last name, but I don't have one. There are so few of us left, that last names aren't used anymore. About 5 years ago there was a catastrophic war, where the existence of aliens was revealed. Not in a pleasant way either.
These aliens, called the Yeerks, were slowly infiltrating the human race. Once they became public knowledge, though, open battle started. In the lead was a group of kids called the Animorphs. They were the first resistance during the low-key invasion.
The war was intense. Nuclear Bombs. Dracon Beams. A Quantum Virus, even. All this combined killed off most of the human race and, we thought, all the Yeerks. We were wrong.
Of the planet, in nearly a dozen niches on mainly unknown worlds, they had maintained themselves. Still they were severely weakened, their number down to around 500. The Yeerk home world had been destroyed.
Humanity was worse hit, the entire population at 139. We thought it was better at first, perhaps even a thousand, but we were proven wrong.
The Animal life of earth was badly hit, but of everything, fared the best. Life is tough, if it can survive, it will. Most of everything killed were severely endangered species and vulnerable ones.
The Andalites left us for dead. A lost cause. After the final battle, the world leaders were gone. Only two of the Animorphs lived. Jake and one they had added later. I forget his name.
Jake was pretty much taken to be the world leader. He didn't live long enough to do much though, the Yeerks new forces came by and, just to smite or reemerging society, dropped some sort of bomb on us. I'm not sure what it was but it left us with too little to ever survive. Estimates of about 20 people in the world we're given to me by my only other acquaintance, Bill, my best friend.
Bill had been a scientist with NASA, amazingly he lived and we got together. Kind of funny, him and I being friends, a kid and an adult. Everyone left wandered from place to place, just trying to survive. We lived in North America, which was probably only containing us. Bill says that his estimates are that there are 3-5 people on our continent. I listen; I mean what else is there to do?
The Animorphs former location was known to humans but because the earth Yeerks had been eradicated, not to anyone else. Bill and I went there to see if anyone was there. If there was help.
I stepped out of Bill's car (which is how the heck we got around, borrowing gas and batteries from the dead). It was a n old barn. Cassie's Barn I believe. I was slightly awed. I stepped inside to look around the historic spot.
The door was locked, but as I pushed at the door, the flimsy lock gave way. I stepped inside and my foot hit something. I fell over, smack on my face.
"Oof!" I sputtered. Bill ran over from the car, "What is..."he started to say, but suddenly trailed off. "What?" I demanded and as I glanced at him I saw what I had tripped on.
The Blue Box. The Morphing Cube.