The news of Visser One's idea spread slowly at first, but after a while, most Yeerks knew about this design of the Visser's. She was planning a way for the Yeerk to control a creature from the Yeerk Pool without having to get out. Everyone outwardly agreed that this plan was brilliant, whether or not they really believed this inwardly. Who wanted to needlessly anger a Visser?

Their first target was the hospital, for humans to test on. It seems fate interfered here. Loren must have been meant to be associated to the Yeerk invasion, even if she hadn't fallen into with Elfangor. Once again she was to have a connection to peculiarity.

They told her it was a simple blood test. She believed the lie, since she expected no trick, especially from the people she thought she could trust. They brought her into a special room, where she was rushed to a white bed.

By the time she began having doubts, it was too late. They had already begun to put her to sleep. As soon as she was out, they began their experiment.

They only needed to take some DNA from her bloodstream. She cried out in pain, for she felt beyond the drugs they had injected. Something in her knew something wrong was occurring. That same something knew that there was nothing to be done about it, either. But the Controllers took the blood and went into another room, obviously indifferent of this human now that her use was failing. They left her body there, resting in an unconscious state.

They played with her DNA like it was a new toy. Engrossed with their work, they almost didn't notice when she began to wake. They scuttled back, armed with sharp lies of troubles and soothing words. They asked for her husband's blood. Their explanations all seemed to run together afterwards when she tried to think back on it. But she brought him anyway. She brought them Alan Fangor.

He was suspicious. Or at least he tried to be. In the end, he knew that giving his blood to them was the correct choice for the health of his family. Wasn't it? He could quite think of what had caused him to give his blood, but he did. Even if he had managed to fight the drugs they fed him, Loren would have convinced him. He would do anything for her.

Little did he know he was helping his enemies.

A week or so later they called her back. There had been a difficulty, but they had to make sure. But what difficulty? Loren didn't know. It hadn't occurred to her to ask. She liked the pills, though.

In their earlier experiment with Loren, then had noticed an embryo growing inside her. A child changed everything. So they had changed their plans (at the request of the Visser) to instead aim the project toward her unborn child.

They told her there was no difficulty. That she was pregnant. But when she went home to tell her lover, it was no longer he. She was never to know that, though. She continued life without feeling the loss of the one man she had ever loved truly, and absolutely. He was simply gone and in his place was another.

During the course of Loren's pregnancy, the child growing inside her womb was modified bit by bit. The child would be different; there was no way it could not be. But whether or not it would be different in the way they might want it be was yet to be seen. So they waited, afraid that they would fail. For failure would surely mean death.

Or worse.

The doctor in charge of the operations was tired of waiting. They all waited the results fast, especially the Visser. So they engineered it so that the child would be delivered early. This way, if the embryo somehow was too unusual to return to their proper parents, or so useful that it would need to be continuously under Yeerk supervision, then they could insert another embryo made of their genes. If they drugged her enough, Loren could be made to think that she took too many pills and had had an awful dream.

So then two months earlier than normal, Loren went into labor. When a nurse received the bloody infant, the doctor sighed in deep relief to see it was human. No sluggish features were seen.

But then a second child came out, as loud as the first. They had been preparing for almost every scenario but this one. They had no idea what to do with the newborns. How could they have overlooked such an obvious fact? It was impossible to have missed those twins.

But as soon as they got their grip on reality, they understood that the children would have to be tested. Who knew what abilities these strange children could have? As mentioned previously, they had come entirely unexpected.

Loren would never know of these first children, as she would never know of Elfangor and her true past. Their lies worked well enough, actually. Neither of them questioned anything. Then again, no one ever seemed to. They inserted a new embryo that they had had prepared. Her third child would come three months later, and he would be received as just another kid.

Tobias.

But now what to do with the two baby girls?

The girls reminded Visser One of her own children. Or maybe not her own children, but those of her past body. The children of Hildy and Allison. Eva was of course jolted back to the memory of her little son, Marco. He would never know that the woman that kissed him goodnight was not even she. She longed for life to be as it had been, undisturbed and perfect.

News spread slowly, and it took nearly two years for the Visser Three to hear about these possible weapons that Visser One held in her hands. With these girls Visser One held the advantage. But if one of them were his own, then perhaps HE would hold the advantage.

He soon, bit by bit, learned more about the two children. They were, not surprisingly, complete opposites in some aspects. Alyachies was eternally calm and learned things quicker than her rebellious twin. Ariadne was the other one. She was louder, less held back by whatever held back Alyachies. In the Hork-Bajir language Alyachies meant 'sweet breeze feeding the trees knowledge'. Ariadne on the other hand was a very Yeerkish name, meaning 'feeding'.

As soon as Visser Three learnt enough of the girls to plan a trip for one his spies, he began, well, planning. It didn't take him very long to get one his most loyal of spies and send him down to Visser One's lair.

Most Yeerks didn't understand the Vissers' obsession with obtaining the girls. But they didn't get their ranks by being stupid. The girls had been born in very strange circumstances, and these circumstances might have other consequences besides a strange birth. Maybe having one of these girls on their side could tilt the power scale between them.

The spy got in and out as quickly as possible and grabbed the first child he could. She would have awoken the whole building if he spy had not come prepared with a gag. Visser One never saw this little girl again. Or perhaps she did, and didn't recognize her. Maybe as soon as the babe left the Visser's abode, she was considered an enemy.

Visser One raised Ariadne with the help of the loving Eva, keeping Ariadne strong and prepared for any type of battle. Eva had convinced the Yeerk that while Ariadne was loyal to her, there was no reason to make her a Controller. So Ariadne was spared, though even if they had attempted such an act, they wouldn't have succeeded.

But Visser Three had no such conscience. He tried to make her a Controller when she was thirteen. It didn't really work very well, and even heavily sedated, Alyachies's brain rejected the Yeerk. And then it rejected the next Yeerk. And the Yeerks after that. So Visser Three lost his chance to make Alyachies a slave, and her trust at the same time.

Yet, though for years they never met, they felt each other. They didn't know what was the piece that was missing from both their lives, but they knew the puzzle was not complete.

Yay! I'm rewriting this story. How loverly!