Chapter 4: The Ellimist Knows About My Writing Problem

"What is it?" Rachel demanded as Jake took book 54 from Cassie's hands. I got up, not wanting to be in the same room. -(Where do you think you're going?)- Tobias asked, suspiciously. I frowned and looked down to the floor. "I was thinking of giving you guys some space…" My shoulders sagged. "It's not like everyday to have situations like this happen." Drifting my eyes to Jake, he looked up, stared at Rachel. His cousin soon snatched the book from him, and started to look for what spooked him. Oh yeah, I felt like leaving them be. I had chills going up my spine right now.

I went downstairs, slipping on my sandals as I heard Ax's thought speak voice in my head. -(Read that part out loud, Rachel.)- I decided to go outside. Somehow I just didn't want to be in there. I felt like I did the wrong thing. Maybe I should have just lied to them or something. No, that would have been much worse. I could've gotten all tied up again.

But who was to say that would actually happen now? Would they ever return to their reality? What the hell was I going to do? What was going on? None of us knew. "Okay, God," I said, turning to the one above whenever I found myself in trouble. "Help me out here. What's going on," I hissed, feeling the adrenaline pump through my entire body. I was tense and afraid. What now?

YOU'RE IN NEED OF HELP. A voice, coming from everywhere at once had spoken to me. God? No, that couldn't be right. There could be only one other possibility… An old, old man in robes with elfish ears had appeared before my very eyes. "Ellimist?" I quirked, confused. "Yes, Marianne," He said, confirming my suspicion.

"Okay, perhaps you can tell me what's going on here?" The Ellimist said, "You have writer's block. You're working on an interesting fanfiction known as 'The Superb', correct?" For a moment, I just stood there, stunned. "Uh, how do you know-" "I've been watching you. Yes, even though the series may be over with and done, but you're one of the better writers of cyberspace and time. In order to become a successful author, you must develop your writing skill through fanfiction writing."

I suddenly felt that the others had to be let in on this. "Don't go anywhere." I said. "I'll be right back." "I know," the Ellimist said, calmly smiling at me. This was just getting more and more bizarre, I swear…

I ran back upstairs. "Guys!" I called. They stood at attention. They all looked at me. "Come quick! Outside. The Ellimist is in my backyard." That got their attention. "Think he can tell us what's going on? Because I'm really, really not liking what's going on," Marco complained to Jake. "Lead the way," Jake said to me and I did. I led them back to the old guy, standing there looking all care free.

"Okay, Ellimist is trying to help me with a writing problem," I started to say. Everyone, but the Ellimist, looked at me strangely. I turned to the Ellimist. Dude, I could use your help here! "I have brought you into the dimension known to most as 'The Real World'. Now you all know the truth about yourselves, and here's something you need to know about Marianne. She's a fanfiction writer, and a soon to be author."

Now, I felt myself blush. This whole thing was turning out to be, well, embarrassing! The Animorphs land in a tangled mess in my bookroom, they hold me hostage for a brief period of time, and now the Ellimist was going to tell them about my friggin' writer's block!

I tell you know, folks. The kids weren't happy. "What's that got to do with anything!" Rachel wanted to know. But Jake quickly got what the Ellimist was trying to say. "We've just found out our entire struggle with the Yeerks have been written as books." He pointed an accusing finger at me. I had the feeling this was turning from bad to worse. "She writes about us," he said.

I suddenly wanted to shrink into a hole and die. I felt very, very small right now. Oh, way to go Ellimist!

But Ellimist wasn't done talking. "Marianne needs your help, my fellow Animorphs…" Since when did I need help? "The war with the Yeerks has ended, and the only reason why you still exist is because of the internet, and your readers." I felt myself shrink more, in fear and embarrassment all at once. "There is a twist to be made in your storylines. Just after Tobias gets his morphing power back." I looked for Tobias with my eyes again. He was perched up high in a nearby tree. He stared back down at me with the fierce glare of a hawk. Ellimist kept on explaining as we exchanged a look. It was hard to tell what one other of my favorite characters was thinking, but I guessed anyway. Anger, shock, or just plain freaking out.

"In her story, 'The Superb', she writes that I supposedly saved a young human girl from the Yeerks and raise her to be this…interesting anomaly." I looked at the Ellimist now. He actually read my story? "And, you like it?" I asked him. "It's interesting, and different. I'd like to see how this continues, Marianne. But you are obviously in what is known as 'writer's block'." "And, what's that got to do with us? What can a bunch of animal-transforming, alien butt kicking book characters have to do with this?" Marco, of course. Did I mention he was another favorite of mine?

"You're a very talented writer," Ellimist said. He turned to the rest. "I brought you to her home, because she could use the extra help in getting out of the writer's block."