Okay. It's here. Hall chapter two. Journey has a message: (As The Fly) "Help me! Help me!" Okay. But Journey has some hope. I've began to work again on the next chapter. So okay. YA YA. Journey is put on break but NOT terminated. Illusion is terminated pending a possible rewrite. Sorry AllOrNone. But keep an eye out for the rewrite. I have been all but shut off from internet access which is why I have not updated. I shall try to update soon but cannot promise.
The first paragraph, as well as the description of the Hall, was found in Wicca: The Complete Craft. By D.J. Conway.
I do not own the animorphs. I have never claimed to own the Animorphs. I hate fish.
Hall of Akashic Records
Prologue Part Two
It was a time that was not a time, in a place that was not a place, on a day that was not a day. He stood at the threshold between worlds, before the Veil of the Mysteries.
The Rachel flew towards the Blade Ship. And all he did was watch. And for once in his long existence, the Ellimist felt helpless.
Crayak was there. He was smiling. Or as close to a smile as he could come. It was more like a slight twist in the fabric of their realm. A wrinkle in the ether.
The Ellimist tried to hide his helplessness.
"What are you smiling about? You've lost."
Crayak chuckled. Not so much an actual sound as a pulsing beat. A mere feeling.
"Lost? Prehaps so. But I would consider it more of a draw. I take solace in that fact."
Ellimist reached out and grasped the tiny pearly white strands of space-time. All of the Animorphs. He examined each. Their lives and deeds. But it was still not enough. It was not enough of them. They were his warriors. And this was all there was to remain in monument to them? It was not enough.
With a sigh, that was not a sigh, he released them...and they died. So plainly. No ceremony. No monument. Nothing remained of these great people. It was just...wrong.
Crayak laughed. A booming pulse through the realm.
"Well, it's over. Hehe. Prehaps another game?"
Ellimist lost it. He threw all his anger, all his lethal rage at Crayak. A giant shimmering sphere. A glowing ball of rage. It flew through countless strands. It simply knocked thousands of setient beings out of existance. But it passed through the entity known as Crayak without harm. And again, Crayak laughed.
"Come now, Ellimist. I thought we agreed that fighting was pointless."
He laughed again.
"Well, prehaps another time then."
And he left. He left Ellimist alone. To think. And think he did. He thought about many things. Many interesting things. But, alas, the Ellimist's musings are another tale for another time.
But his intent to learn more about these wonderous beings known as Animorphs was clear as he hoisted himself mentaly up and, with a deap breath that was not a breath, encased himself in white light.
OKAY. SO wow. two chapters. okay. Um prologue 3 coming up.