Chapter 9 - Elfangor-Aximili-Jakobus

I knew who I was and what I was created for. I knew who I was created by.

I knew my mission.

I studied my surroundings carefully; relaying every image, smell, sound, and touch to my creator. A trash dumpster overflowing with garbage, squirrels scurrying around, and an abandoned clothes-line with torn up towels and faded jeans. I was in an alley.

I knew everything that my creator knew. The Ellimist's vision empowered me. I knew of Crayak and his games, I knew of the Ellimist's old life... I knew of the Animorphs, and the Yeerks. The Yeerks were Crayak's creation. Crayak, my creator's arch enemy, and best friend.

Yet something inside me was yelling at me. Yelling at me to break free. What did this mean? That I did not know. The yelling only sounded like a whisper. It was a whisper compared to my creator's commands.

I was supposed to be an Andalite, but I was much more. I was like the son of the Ellimist. Like the son of god.

A bird flew by overhead. Immediately I knew what it was. A rarbill. Despite its name, it was the most common bird in the AK system. Rarbills were often used for young morphers. The rarbill mind was weak, and easy to overcome.

I stepped out of the alley, and I was overcome with new smells and sounds and sights.

A burger stand was on the corner, with one man operating it. He wasn't getting very much buisness, it seemed. But boy did the food smell good.

Cars zipped by, hurrying to nowhere. They paid so little attention to each other that it was surprising that there weren't crashes everywhere. One of the traffic lights *was* totalled, though.

A driver honked at another, as if it was the other driver's fault that the light was still red. I wondered why they even put horns on cars.

A fastfood store was attracting a lot of humans. The food there smelled especially good. Especially greasy.

I jumped backwards as a car nearly hit me. The angry driver shouted at me like I was doing something wrong.

Suddenly I felt the Ellimist telling me something.

Barely in control of myself, I started walking. I had no idea where I was going, the Ellimist was directing me.

I walked for a couple of blocks, barely avoiding the passing humans who did not take the trouble to step aside as I walked. It's a surprise that the people don't always hit eachother too, I told myself.

Then, I stopped. I had arrived at my -- the Ellimist's -- destination. There were Andalite patrol cars surrounding the area. A couple guards were standing by the entrance, conversing with each other in thought-speak.

I looked at the building that they were guarding, and I knew instantly what it was.

It was the human police station.

Standing in front of it was a human child. There was something about him... my creator knew something about him, but he was keeping it from me.

I started walking into the building, and the guards didn't seem to notice. They were still thought-speaking to each other.

The human child looked at me, but went inside as I followed.

The little yelling thing inside of me was getting louder. It was saying that something was wrong. It had been saying something was wrong from the beginning.

But what?

**There we go. Next chapter will be from Ivan's point of view. He'll be helping the Andalite Police to force the Yeerks out of the heads of the AK- 6 residents...... and at last he'll meet Ty and co. for the first time...... and so will Elfangor-Aximili-Jakobus**