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A/N: Hope you enjoyed the Junkyard.

Victory Will Be Ours

Date: 2031 (This is assuming that the Animorphs were 13 in about 2002.)

Origin: Earth

Freedom is an illusion to those of us who do not have it. I thought bitterly to myself as I crossed the room to get my arrows. I was going to go hunt the only available animal around here. Yeerks in morph. They didn't taste all that great, but hey, you get what you can. Especially here on Earth.

The Yeerks will tell you they have everyone under their control, but that's not true. There are those of us who still resist. We are the scavengers, those who hide in the abandoned towns where the Yeerks have passed. We are the wonderers... I sound like a poet. Please let the Andalites come either destroy us or help us all. Which ever comes first. Just please do not let me go all poetic and junk. I'll sound like a girl.

I stepped outside and crouched low. Hearing a sound, I swiftly ran towards it. It was a bird. A Northern Harrier to be exact. It looked beautiful as it floated higher and higher towards the sun and swiftly dove again towards the Ear... I'm doing it again. To distract myself I aimed my arrow at the bird and let it fly. The arrow struck right on target. The bird fell like a missile towards the Earth to make its final resting-place a few paces to my left. I ran over to get it and carried it home.

At home my father woke up from sleeping on the couch. "Morning Jason. What have you got there? Ah, a delicious looking bird if I do say so myself. Shall we feast?"

I smiled at my dad. Even though we were living on a planet controlled by the Yeerks, dad still had time to try and preserve the amenities of life. My dad was alright.

"To those who dare hold arms against us

Know this. We will fight till the very last man,

And even when he is dead we will still fight.

Our spirits will carry on the battle till we have won,

Till every last enemy is dead and we stand before them victorious.

We shall not be defeated.

Victory will be ours."

I said this before we sat down to prepare the bird to eat. We would one day be victorious. I believed this. My father believed this. And there are still many more that believe this.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed my poem. If I accidentally plagiarized please let me know so I can give them credit and won't get sued. : )