A/N- I stopped writing this story because I wasn't quite sure where to go from there- I knew what I wanted to say but not how to say it. So I'm giving this another shot, because of DH's protests. Kind of a wrap up, since I left you hanging there at the end. I have an idea for a sequel, but I'm not sure if I'll have the discipline to write it out. And by the way, DH, Zantar can't morph. Morphing technology wasn't invented back then, or if it was Zantar hasn't touched an escafil device. Just to clear that up.
This epilogue of sorts happens about twelve years later, and for a change its in first person.
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My name is Zantar. No, I'm not from earth, although sometimes I wish I were. If I were, then maybe my foster mother wouldn't be so paranoid. She's always telling me to be careful, and to make sure I stay away from other humans. I guess this is sounding pretty strange to you, so I better explain.
I'm an Andalite, although I've never seen one besides myself. That I remember. I look sort of like a centaur in fairy tales, with a human torso and a horse's legs. Except for the small fact that I'm blue, have extra eyes, and no mouth. And oh yeah, I've got a wicked tail with a blade at the end. Mom was pretty freaked out when it started growing, but Sam soon calmed her down.
Who's Sam? She used to be my baby-sitter, until I grew old enough to take care of myself. After that, she got a much better job. She owns a ranch, which is actually pretty ironic, when you think about it. It's one of the only places I've ever been on earth besides my house and the woods.
I bet you're wondering why Sam wasn't freaked out when she found out that her new baby-sitting job was an alien. Well, she and her mom are aliens themselves. They're Kelbrid, or at least Sam's mom is. Sam is a sort of half-breed, because her father was an Andalite like me. Long story there. Sam can go places I can't because she and her mom have the ability to morph. They can make their bodies change to look like humans.
Sam also has an adopted sister. Her name is Sabrina, and she's about my age. We've been friends ever since I can remember; and she would never give me up to the government like mom is so afraid someone will. Bri and I like to go up to Sam's ranch and ride. Sam will drive by with the horse trailer, and we'll just go up there and spend the whole day riding. Sometimes Bri will rent a horse and we race, but most of the time she just rides me. I don't mind; it's actually kind of fun. But we don't get to do this often, which is a disappointment.
Basically Sam's family and my parents are the only people I've ever talked to. Well, it's not really talking; it's more like telepathy, since I don't have a mouth. I eat through my hooves, although I don't quite understand how it works. Sam doesn't seem to be able to explain.
Lately I've been feeling really restless. I can't go anywhere, because if people saw me, they'd either run away screaming or they'd dissect me. I can't disguise myself like Sam because I never took the injection that gives you that ability, and I can't go back home to the Andalite world because I don't have a ship. The one my parents and I came here in crashed, and only I survived. Sam and her mom also destroyed their ship for safety, so that humans wouldn't discover it.
But whenever I get myself down like this, Bri will come over and scold me for it. She says I'm lucky to be alive, and why would I want to be dead if it meant I couldn't see her anymore. She's a nice girl, and she makes me laugh. But sometimes I just look up at the stars and wonder where I really came from, and what I'm going to do with my life. And then I think, Hey, maybe someday more Andalites will come to earth. And then I can go back home. And sometimes, just sometimes, I feel a spark of hope.
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A/N- Done, finally. What do you think? Too abrupt of an ending? Did I wait too long to finish it? Do you want to know if Zantar ever gets to go home? Then you can review, and tell me all about it there.
By the way, did you know that Mark Twain stopped writing Huckleberry Finn for 16 years because he didn't know where to take the story? That's kind of how I felt trying to finish this one. See ya!