A/N: Wow. I finally connected "The Created" and "The Sight". It took a little reworking, but I did it. I just left out a lot of unimportant stuff. I was actually going to devote an entire chapter to Serenity and Marco's dinner with Ax and Tobias, but it got a little weird. I'll just say one word: cinnamon buns. Oh. That's two words. Well, I hope you all enjoy chapter eight. It should be better than some of the previous ones. I'm bringing back one of our favorite *gags* characters. Thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate them.     ~Alara-Sirinial-Amalon

            Jake drove me to the group home where Kym lived. It wasn't a nice place. The grass was overgrown, the shutters were almost falling off, and there were one…no, two holes in the roof covered with plastic.

            "Are you sure about this?" he asked, looking nervous. "I mean, you can't change your mind once she's been told. Not really."

            "I'm sure. As long as we can get this box to Kym, we're okay." I looked at the small, heavy box in my hands. It looked so harmless. But it was a curse. Or a gift, depending on how you looked at it.

            He pulled into the small parking lot. "You want me to come with you?"

            I shook my head and put the morphing cube in the seat. "I'll be okay. Just wait for me here."

            I knocked on the door of the building and a short, partially bald man in a checked shirt and plaid pants answered. "Yes?"

            "I'm here to see Kym Thompson about a school assignment. I'm in her class." It was a lie, but he bought it. He led me to a very small room. In it was a bookcase with books, and one bed.

            Kym was on the bed facing the wall. I knocked on the open door.

            "Who is it?" she asked, turning around.

            "It's me. Serenity."

            A smile. "I really didn't believe you'd come."

            "I keep my promises."

            "Come in. And close the door. I don't want anybody to hear whatever it is you want to tell me."

            I closed the door and sat next to her on the bed.

            "So, what did you want to tell me?" she asked.

            "Do you know what the Yeerks are?"

            "They're mentioned in most of the books that I have. I don't know much about them, except that they control people. And that they were defeated by a group of teenagers called the Animorphs. I know quite a bit about the Animorphs."

            "What if I said that the Yeerks came back?"

            "I'd say that you were crazy."

            "They're back."

            "You are crazy."

            "Come with me. I want you to meet someone." I got up and opened the door. She followed me to the parking lot.

            Jake extended his hand. "Hi. I'm Jake Berenson."

            Kym gasped. "You're Jake Berenson, the Animorph? Wow. It's an honor to meet you. I've read a lot about you and your friends."

            He laughed and put his hand down. "I'm sure you have."

            "What's this all about?" she asked.

            "Kym, what would you say if I offered you the chance to fight the Yeerks?" I asked her. "Become an Animorph?"

            "I'd say sure. The Yeerks need to understand that Earth will never be theirs. It's ours."

            Jake handed me the blue box. "Kym, I hope you're sure about this. It's a big responsibility. It's not a game."

            "If I can survive the world as a blind person, I think I can do almost anything."

            I took her hand and placed it on the box.

            "It tingles," she said.

            "Kym, welcome to the Animorphs," Jake and I said in unison.

            "And, for your first morph…" I began, and then put her hand on my shoulder. "Just concentrate."

            I felt sleepy as she acquired me.

            "Serenity, before she morphs, we should get in a better place. We're out in the open," Jake said, looking around.

            "We can go behind the building," Kym said. "It's usually very quiet there, so it's probably empty."

            She was right. It was a small yard, with a few chairs and a table. Trees and ivy surrounded the chain link fence.

            "Kym, I want you to concentrate on becoming me," I said. "It'll be weird at first, but you'll get used to it."

            A slight change. Her blond hair was getting longer and darker. Her blue eyes turned green.

            "I can see," she said in disbelief. "This is amazing. I—I don't know how to explain it. The world looks different from how I imagined it. Wow. This truly is amazing."

            I felt very happy for her. But I didn't understand how she could see.

            "Jake, how can she see? She was blind."

            "Morphing uses DNA. Your DNA can see. If Kym was born blind, then when she demorphs, she will be blind again."

            "So the only way I'll be able to see is while I'm in morph? Then I'll just be in morph all the time."

            Jake shook his head. "You can't do that. Two hours. That's the limit. Go past that, and stay in morph forever. A nothlit."

            A tree next to the fence shook suddenly and a person fell to the ground.

            "What in the world…" I began, pacing around her. She was unconscious. She looked like she'd once been a very beautiful person. Blonde hair, blue eyes. But part of her face was a massive scar, partially faded with time. Her right arm looked like it was made of melted plastic. A prosthetic leg.

            I turned to look for Jake and found him pressed against the side of the building, looking like he'd just seen a ghost. He was pale and shaking violently, muttering the same phrase over and over: "It can't be. It can't be. It can't be."

            Kym was looking at him in confusion. "I don't understand this emotion."

            "It's called fear, Kym." I glanced back at the figure on the ground. She wasn't very old, maybe Jake's age.

            She stirred and Jake jumped.

            I knelt down next to her. "Are you okay? That was a pretty bad fall."

            She sat up and examined her fresh wounds. "I'll be fine. Just get away from me, human."

            Human? Why would someone address another person that way? Unless…

            "Yeerk," Jake growled, regaining some of his confidence. "Taylor."

            A smirk spread across her face as she got up off the ground. "The one and only. So, everything that has been said for the past few decades is true. We were actually defeated by human children."

            "How in the world did you survive?" he asked, orange fur slowly spreading over his body. Kym saw this and her eyes widened, but she didn't say anything. "It's been a long time."

            "Portable kandronas, cannibalism. But I don't have to do that anymore. Now that we have an up-and-running pool, I don't have to almost starve all the time."

            Jake completed the morph. Serenity, morph something dangerous, he said privately to me. Then, back to Taylor: What do you want, Yeerk?

            "Well, as you may have heard, Esplin 9466—Visser One—has been rescued by some of his followers. Yeerks who still believe that he will lead us to glory."

            What does this have to do with us? I asked, completing the morph to bear.

            She glared at me. "I'm next in line to be Visser One. Help me, and I'll help you."

            How will you help us? Jake asked, slowly closing in on her.

            "Help me, and we'll leave."

            There was something missing. Yeerks wouldn't just leave.

            You'll leave, Jake repeated. What's the catch?

            "Make me morph capable. After that, I kill Visser One, take his place, gather up my people and their hosts and we leave."

            Never.

            "I didn't want to have to resort to this, humans." She pulled a Dracon beam from her pocket and aimed it at Kym. "You first."

            I didn't wait for an order. I just charged at her, slamming into her good leg and knocking her to the ground. She fired, and it grazed my side. I roared in pain and rolled right over her. She screamed something, and Hork-Bajir started dropping from the top of the building.

            Kym screamed behind me and began to demorph. I had an idea. I charged at the nearest Hork-Bajir and sent him flying toward the wall. He hit with a dull thump and slid to the ground.

            Kym, acquire it! I cried. Acquire it and morph, now!

            She took off running, still demorphing. I knew the exact moment her sight disappeared because she stopped, reaching out for the Hork-Bajir. Her arm met one of its blades and she screamed, blood running down her elbow.

            Kym, acquire it now! The morphing will heal it! Do. It. Now! I charged toward Taylor, who was running. Jake was ripping the throat out of a particularly large one. His side was cut open, revealing various organs.

            Three left. One for each of us. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw blades appear on Kym's body.

            I growled and knocked Taylor to the ground again. She yelped as I pressed a large paw down on her back.

            Kym joined the fight and…well, I'll spare the gory details. I'll just say that she took down the three Hork-Bajir on her own.

            Die, Yeerk, I said coldly, slowly pressing harder on Taylor's spine.

            She turned her head to see me. "Remember, I won't be the one who will die. It'll be the human. I'm just the Yeerk inside. Unless you can break through heat-proof, blast-proof polymer plates, you can't kill me. Do you want to have a human death on your hands?"

            What am I doing? I can't kill a person.

            I raised my paw off her back and she got up, still smirking. "Remember, I know what you look like, human. I know what all of you look like. You can't go anywhere. Within a few hours, all Yeerks on Earth will know what you look like. Watch out, humans."

            She left and Jake demorphed. He glared at me. "What in the world were you doing? You let her go! You could have killed her! Maybe I was wrong to trust you with this responsibility. Maybe I was wrong to start Project Four-Six-Three. Maybe it was a waste of my money and my time."

            His words cut me deep. I demorphed and tears threatened to spill over. Instead of saying something back, I began to morph to hawk. He suddenly realized what he'd said and cursed at himself.

            "Serenity, I'm sorry," he said, walking towards me. I completed the morph and stood there, glaring at him.

            Maybe you're right, I said.

            "Don't do this. I didn't mean what I said. It's just…I was angry…She…I didn't mean any of it."

            Part of me wanted to believe him. Part of me wanted to demorph and go home.

            Jake, Kym can't go back to school. Not really. The Yeerks will be after her. You'll need to figure out how to fix that problem. Good luck. I spread my wings and took off, ignoring Jake's cries for me to come back.

            Where would I go? Certainly not home. Jake would be there. I perched in a tree and watched Kym demorph. Jake ran to the car and pulled a shirt and a pair of shorts from the trunk. Her clothes had been shredded when she morphed. He handed them to her and she got dressed.

            When he turned my way, I saw tears in his eyes. He knew he'd hurt me.

            I took off and decided to let him think about what he'd said to me. I'd come back later. I had better things to do.

            I was going to kill Taylor.

A/N: Nothing like a little conflict to stir things up. Why does Jake have to be mean? I'm writing this and I don't even know! Oh well. Maybe I never will. Please review! I really enjoying opening up MS Outlook and seeing "[Fanfiction.net] Review alert!" in my inbox. They make me feel all warm and cozy inside…maybe I should just get off the laptop now. Later!