My name is Katherine.
It was a cold day in 1995 when I first met Jason, Rachael, Kameryn, Matt and Michael. Actually, I met Jason, Racheal, Matt and Michael. Kameryn- well, you'll see what happened to her. They needed a writer who would tell the world their story. The story of the Animorphs.
First, though, I went through the tests. They had to be sure they could trust me. Amazingly I do not remember a single detail of the tests of which I passed. At last, after a few months they told me the reason for the tests. The reason they wanted-needed- me...
The true ending of the Animorphs was different from what I wrote. You should have seen the real people. Kameryn, my Rachel, was beautiful. They had a picture of her, enlarged. Her eyes were eerie. They were this dark blue that seemed to glare at you but attracted you nonetheless. Her long blonde hair was wavy and shiny and just about the hair you would want to have yourself.
But the scars were the things that gave her away. They were these horrible, long, obvious scars. That was probably the reason I made the Animorphs be able to heal when they demorphed. I didn't want Rachel to have the scars Kameryn had. Because if Kameryn had so many scars on the outside, how many had she had on the inside?
Rachael, Cassie, was pretty much the same as my book character. She was black, short, brown eyes and brown hair. Her scasr were fewer than Kameryn's, but they were much more apparent. They stood out. Her scars were like art, almost. They made her beautiful.
Michael, Marco, was tall, so very tall. And he was funny. One of his closest friends had died, but he laughed and made jokes about the memories of Kameryn and everything else. Good-natured jokes, of coarse. I tried to incorporate this is my stories.
Matt, Tobias, too, was a bird/human hybrid. He was a human at the time, so as to not scare me off. He cried a couple of times. I could tell, even when no one told me, that Kameryn and Matt had had something. Something bigger than what I put in my books. I have a feeling that they might have been planning marriage. There might have even been a chance of a baby being involved. I never knew for sure. I could never could get up the nerve to ask them about it.
Matt's family history was a touch more tragic than hinted in the books. Yes, his mother did have him with an alien. Yes, his mother did have an accident and go blind. Did Matt ever tell her about him and her 'alien' husband? No. Did she even contact him? No. Did she even care? No. Matt knew this. He saw her one day, while he was with his aunt. He slipped away and managed to get to his mom. When he yelled for his mom to stop, she turned around and hissed that his mommy was dead. This new lady didn't give a shit about him or his stupid little kid problems. He took this very well, seeing he was eight.
All Matt's mother knew about 'Elfangor' was that as soon as he found about the baby, he spilt, leaving her with nothing. She was bitter and didn't want anything more to do with Matt. She left him with her sibling, who didn't want a baby around. But at least they got his money as soon as he could work.
Jason, Jake, was big. His face was chiseled and it looked very stony. His voice was deep. I couldn't help feeling intimidated by him. How could you? He was like this huge guy that is actually paying attention to you. He could have squished me like a bug.
Kameryn's cousin, David, was actually an Animorph for a while. But then he betrayed this [inspiration for the book David] and was killed by Kameryn. Kameryn was never really the same after that. She seemed to go into battle just to be able to forget everything.
The real end of the war, happened like this. The Blade Ship was blown up, but deep in space, so no human could figure out it was actually a space ship.
Kameryn did not die in vain. She had managed to kill Visser One/Three, unlike what I wrote to hide the truth. Axmilli (the real name is unknown to me) died in the explosion that was the Blade Ship. I don't know how the aliens looked exactly, so Andalites and some of the other species are not real. Yeerks, though, are as real you or I. Slimy, disgusting creatures. Saw one myself once, long after I finished Animorphs. Terrifying experience.
I walked in on them when they were burying Kameryn anyway. They saw me and I could see by their eyes and their scars that they were older than their ages. They looked to be twenty or so, but their eyes revealed years of war and death and sadness. Only Kameryn's eyes showed any real signs of emotion.
Not even Matt was crying. Matt's light blue eyes were empty of anything. So were Rachael's, and Jason's and Michael's.
Jason finally spoke. "So what he said was true."
"I suppose this whole thing will involve talking. As in talking about something we've never-"
"It involves Kameryn." Matt interrupted simply.
"Kameryn."
"Kameryn."
"Kameryn" They all said her name like an agreement. Like a secret word. I just stared.
"Who are you people?" I asked, not knowing who these people were, or what they wanted from me.
I probably should take this time to say the Ellimist and Crayak were real. Are real. Exactly. They are the most precise characters in all my books. Even the Ellimist's history is real.
"The Ellimist was right. Meet us here. This time. Tomorrow. Come alone." Jason ordered this simply. I felt scared right then and I began to inch away. They let me. Somehow they knew I would be back.
And I would be.
I went back again and again. Until I knew them so well, and I knew their stories so well. Until I knew Matt's love was deeper than anything I had even seen before. Until I knew the lust turned to love relationship that Rachael and Jason carried on. Until I knew that Michael was an alcoholic. Until I knew how much of a sociopath Kameryn had really been. Until I knew this was what I was here for.
I had spent my life looking, waiting, for something to come along and this just felt. . .right. It had come. It came with the face of Kameryn printed next to it.
It came with a history.
It came with a future.
It came with responsibility. More than I knew.
I am in my home, enjoying time with my family, my husband Jake, and my son, Michael. That is, until I hear a knock on the door. I give my husband a glance as I get up from under my son's light weight. "I'll be right back." He nods and I go to open the door.
And there he stands. There is no way I can know who the child is. But I know, I know. His eyes are like his mother's.
"You've got to help me," he whimpered. "My daddy's gone."
"What?" I asked, confused. "Matt? Is that your daddy? Where do you live?"
"My daddy told me to come to you if anything should happened to him. And it did! He's gone. He just disappeared but everything's the same, but Daddy isn't there. He told me to tell you something. A word. Animal?"
I chill goes up my spine and I grip the door tightly. "Is it. . . Animorphs?"
"Yeah!"
Maybe Animorphs isn't as over as I thought it was.
It was a cold day in 1995 when I first met Jason, Rachael, Kameryn, Matt and Michael. Actually, I met Jason, Racheal, Matt and Michael. Kameryn- well, you'll see what happened to her. They needed a writer who would tell the world their story. The story of the Animorphs.
First, though, I went through the tests. They had to be sure they could trust me. Amazingly I do not remember a single detail of the tests of which I passed. At last, after a few months they told me the reason for the tests. The reason they wanted-needed- me...
The true ending of the Animorphs was different from what I wrote. You should have seen the real people. Kameryn, my Rachel, was beautiful. They had a picture of her, enlarged. Her eyes were eerie. They were this dark blue that seemed to glare at you but attracted you nonetheless. Her long blonde hair was wavy and shiny and just about the hair you would want to have yourself.
But the scars were the things that gave her away. They were these horrible, long, obvious scars. That was probably the reason I made the Animorphs be able to heal when they demorphed. I didn't want Rachel to have the scars Kameryn had. Because if Kameryn had so many scars on the outside, how many had she had on the inside?
Rachael, Cassie, was pretty much the same as my book character. She was black, short, brown eyes and brown hair. Her scasr were fewer than Kameryn's, but they were much more apparent. They stood out. Her scars were like art, almost. They made her beautiful.
Michael, Marco, was tall, so very tall. And he was funny. One of his closest friends had died, but he laughed and made jokes about the memories of Kameryn and everything else. Good-natured jokes, of coarse. I tried to incorporate this is my stories.
Matt, Tobias, too, was a bird/human hybrid. He was a human at the time, so as to not scare me off. He cried a couple of times. I could tell, even when no one told me, that Kameryn and Matt had had something. Something bigger than what I put in my books. I have a feeling that they might have been planning marriage. There might have even been a chance of a baby being involved. I never knew for sure. I could never could get up the nerve to ask them about it.
Matt's family history was a touch more tragic than hinted in the books. Yes, his mother did have him with an alien. Yes, his mother did have an accident and go blind. Did Matt ever tell her about him and her 'alien' husband? No. Did she even contact him? No. Did she even care? No. Matt knew this. He saw her one day, while he was with his aunt. He slipped away and managed to get to his mom. When he yelled for his mom to stop, she turned around and hissed that his mommy was dead. This new lady didn't give a shit about him or his stupid little kid problems. He took this very well, seeing he was eight.
All Matt's mother knew about 'Elfangor' was that as soon as he found about the baby, he spilt, leaving her with nothing. She was bitter and didn't want anything more to do with Matt. She left him with her sibling, who didn't want a baby around. But at least they got his money as soon as he could work.
Jason, Jake, was big. His face was chiseled and it looked very stony. His voice was deep. I couldn't help feeling intimidated by him. How could you? He was like this huge guy that is actually paying attention to you. He could have squished me like a bug.
Kameryn's cousin, David, was actually an Animorph for a while. But then he betrayed this [inspiration for the book David] and was killed by Kameryn. Kameryn was never really the same after that. She seemed to go into battle just to be able to forget everything.
The real end of the war, happened like this. The Blade Ship was blown up, but deep in space, so no human could figure out it was actually a space ship.
Kameryn did not die in vain. She had managed to kill Visser One/Three, unlike what I wrote to hide the truth. Axmilli (the real name is unknown to me) died in the explosion that was the Blade Ship. I don't know how the aliens looked exactly, so Andalites and some of the other species are not real. Yeerks, though, are as real you or I. Slimy, disgusting creatures. Saw one myself once, long after I finished Animorphs. Terrifying experience.
I walked in on them when they were burying Kameryn anyway. They saw me and I could see by their eyes and their scars that they were older than their ages. They looked to be twenty or so, but their eyes revealed years of war and death and sadness. Only Kameryn's eyes showed any real signs of emotion.
Not even Matt was crying. Matt's light blue eyes were empty of anything. So were Rachael's, and Jason's and Michael's.
Jason finally spoke. "So what he said was true."
"I suppose this whole thing will involve talking. As in talking about something we've never-"
"It involves Kameryn." Matt interrupted simply.
"Kameryn."
"Kameryn."
"Kameryn" They all said her name like an agreement. Like a secret word. I just stared.
"Who are you people?" I asked, not knowing who these people were, or what they wanted from me.
I probably should take this time to say the Ellimist and Crayak were real. Are real. Exactly. They are the most precise characters in all my books. Even the Ellimist's history is real.
"The Ellimist was right. Meet us here. This time. Tomorrow. Come alone." Jason ordered this simply. I felt scared right then and I began to inch away. They let me. Somehow they knew I would be back.
And I would be.
I went back again and again. Until I knew them so well, and I knew their stories so well. Until I knew Matt's love was deeper than anything I had even seen before. Until I knew the lust turned to love relationship that Rachael and Jason carried on. Until I knew that Michael was an alcoholic. Until I knew how much of a sociopath Kameryn had really been. Until I knew this was what I was here for.
I had spent my life looking, waiting, for something to come along and this just felt. . .right. It had come. It came with the face of Kameryn printed next to it.
It came with a history.
It came with a future.
It came with responsibility. More than I knew.
I am in my home, enjoying time with my family, my husband Jake, and my son, Michael. That is, until I hear a knock on the door. I give my husband a glance as I get up from under my son's light weight. "I'll be right back." He nods and I go to open the door.
And there he stands. There is no way I can know who the child is. But I know, I know. His eyes are like his mother's.
"You've got to help me," he whimpered. "My daddy's gone."
"What?" I asked, confused. "Matt? Is that your daddy? Where do you live?"
"My daddy told me to come to you if anything should happened to him. And it did! He's gone. He just disappeared but everything's the same, but Daddy isn't there. He told me to tell you something. A word. Animal?"
I chill goes up my spine and I grip the door tightly. "Is it. . . Animorphs?"
"Yeah!"
Maybe Animorphs isn't as over as I thought it was.