Author's Note: This is my first Animorphs fanfic. I've been a fan since second grade, but never actually tried to write anything because I never got any decent ideas. It's really short but I hope you like it.
Sometimes, in moments of fear so strong it made him giddy he missed the scars. The one on his knee he got when he was walking home with Marco in third grade. He was paying more attention to what Marco was saying than where he was going, and fell off the sidewalk. The one on the bottom of his foot when he had gotten out of the pool and there was a piece of glass, he actually had to get stitches for that one.
But they weren't there anymore, when he morphed they were gone. He knew they were supposed to be there. Had been for years. But they weren't. Scars were an outwards sign of pain, of things that had happened, you could learn from scars. But all his scars were on the inside. So he kept the pain inside too, no one knowing any better because there were no scars.
When the scars disappeared after the first time he morphed, he lost part of his history. His childhood. Now all he had left was the war.