Hall of Akashic Records

by The BladeShip

Kind of a reincarnation fic.but in reverse.This is a story that mingles the lives of the Animorphs with their past lives.Rating is T to be safe.WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS PAGAN VEIWS.IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU THEN DO NOT READ. I UPDATED.YAY.

3. Prologue 3

Wow. Three prologues. That's new. Usually I do not have more than one. Well. The disclaimer form last chapter is going to have to do because I will not rewrite it. Okay. Once again: 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.

P.S. For anyone who doesn't know, The Hall of Akashic Records is the place in the Astral Planes where the record of everyone's past lives is kept. It can be reached through deep meditation, also known as Astral Projection.

Okay.

Hall of Akashic Records

Prologue Part Three

The Hall of Akashic Records stood majestically against the bright blue sky. The Ellimist remembered it well, though he had not been here in a while. Several hundred years, in fact. Though, to a creature as ageless as him, it seemed only an eye blink. However, the Ellimist had neither eyes nor eyelids, and, therefore, did not blink.

He glanced over to his left and saw the familiar white horse. It led him up to the seven steps into the wooden double doors that stood open. The steps, like the entire building, were white marble, and above them were carved the words: "Hall of Akashic Records".

The Ellimist was in his old man guise. He wore it all the time in the Astral World because many of the people there were human or had been human. He took a deep breath, before walking through the doors.

The interior of the Hall was brilliant white with tiers of golden shelves. The shelves held books and some held scrolls tied with golden ribbons. On the floor in front of the Ellimist were rows of tables with glass tops that appeared slightly domed. Around these tables were armchairs, many holding people, some human, some not.

There were four desks sitting on raised sections of the floor. These desks were made of white marble and sat, one in each corner. Mingling with the crowd of beings were people who were assigned to help.

The Ellimist passed the tables and help desks and went straight to the stairs that wound up the many levels of the Hall.

OK. Tell me what you think. I swear, no more prologues. Hopefully.