Pheonix Feathers- Chapter Ten
The Ellimist stood on his four hooves, graceful Andalite tail arched above him, all four eyes fixed upon a large, male Andalite running across the field. Even from the distance, he felt the joy emanating from the Andalite, the joy of any creature running free. The Andalite stopped, raising his weak, blue arms toward the sun, in the traditional ritual of giving up the spirits of the dead. As the leader of this tribe, he would have been part of the ritual, even if this death hadn't been that of his mother, the Ellimist's wife, Tree. With her death, the Ellimist knew it was time to leave. The Andalites, who he had made into a thriving culture, were safe under the leadership of his son, Flower, and it was his time to return to his battle…
Suddenly, something occurred to him. It wasn't quite like he saw the future, because he existed in all times, all at once, so everything that ever happened or would happen was simultaneous for him… but something changed. A deal. The Andalites would be fine, even without him… his own son, River, was nearly full grown, and would make a fine leader, if the Ellimist was any judge.
He let the Andalite body which he had inhabited for so long fall from his control, that aspect of his consciousness reabsorbing into his main mind. He altered space-time slightly, plucking his son from the planet he had grown up on, twisting his very DNA… and dropping him into the womb of another creature, in another, far off time…
You will save one who saves many, my son… He whispered into the mind of the creature, which was at this time no more than a mass of cells. And you will use your power well… The lifeline of his son, broken, and tied at a very different place, glowed blue for a moment, then faded until it emitted only a dim light. You will use the power of the Andalite's well.