A/N: Writen with Ember Nickel... I goofed up on some stuff earlier, that's why I deleted it, but it's right now...
Aftran looked around her in Karen's eyes and thought of how nice it was to see. How nice it was to have a form. And then she thought of how horrible it had been in that Hork-Bajir host with all the fighting. It made her mad.
Why don't you just fight against the people making you fight? The girl that used to be in charge wondered. The girl wanted her freedom, yet pitied the Yeerk, which infuriated Aftran.
Because that would mean more fighting... Dimwit, she thought to the girl, hoping to keep her quiet. It didn't work.
But you could just protest, right. Take a look at Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Wishing that she had eyes to roll of her own, Aftran rolled Karen's. But she did look at the memories, which began to give her ideas...
Ideas are good... the host interrupted.
I didn't think that out loud, did I? Aftran questioned, annoyed at herself. Sighing, she went out of the small room that had once been Karen's, and began to eat the breakfast that had once been Karen's. After making sure it wasn't oatmeal...
But then, suddenly, something happened. The cereal that she had been eating looked a strange blue color, and so did the air around her. Sighing, she looked around, only to see that the cereal had disappeared. And she no longer had a host!
Wait a minute, she thought, If I have no host, how can I see?
But before she could reflect on this further, a booming voice began to speak.
"Aftran. You are chosen to serve the forces of the Yeerks, but you don't have to serve in the way that they choose. Look to a Yeerk named Illim for aid."
Looking around, Aftran realized it was hard to turn her head. Then she realized that her vision was split, something that she had never experienced before. She could see that she had a tail, and that the reason everything was blue was because she was in water.
(Who's Illim?) she asked the air, wondering what creature could have done this.
But no answer came. Instead, she found herself back in the kitchen, eating cereal, and wondering what would happen if she did eat a little bit of oatmeal...
---AT SCHOOL----
Illim looked around, patrolling the hallways. His host made no noise as he caught a kid without a pass and escorted him to Chapman's office. As he left the kid to the more powerful Yeerk, Illim received a look to come back in a minute.
He left the office, bored with his duties and wondering what Chapman would want with him. Throughout his thoughts, he never once found it surprising that the world had turned a bright orange color and that nothing else around him was moving, or making noise. In fact, he didn't notice that the teachers were standing in front of classes, not breathing, or that the walls were slowly disappearing. He didn't notice that an orange fireball was falling from the sky. He certaintly didn't notice that it was Visser Three's Blade ship returning from a conference with the almighty Crayak.
No, Illim didn't notice much at all. But he did notice many things when he ran into a wall and a loud voice boomed overhead to watch where he was going. Like the fact that it was the only wall left and that he was no longer at school.
The Ellimist had more business with the Yeerks this hour. Like the fact that Illim had not yet been added to the roster.
"ILLIM..." he boomed, trying to sound threatening.
"What the..." the Yeerk turned his host's head this way and that to find the source of the voice.
"ILLIM, YOU MUST DO AS I SAY..." The Ellimist continued, by now having lots of fun playing with the helpless mortal's world.
Still turning around, Illim began grasping at straws, none of which were the one he was looking for. "Visser Three?" he asked.
"NO. MORE POWERFUL THAN THE STUPID VISSER..."
Is it just me or is this thing laughing? Illim thought, wondering at what was happening to him.
"GO AND CONVINCE CHAPMAN TO LET YOU ON THE TEAM..."
"Can you please let me see what you are?" Illim finally decided on asking him.
"AND IF ANYONE TELLS YOU THAT I'M SUPPOSED TO GIVE MORTALS FREE WILL, TELL THEM THEY'RE WRONG, EVEN IF THEY ARE IN CHARGE..." The Ellimist added as an afterthought.
"OH, AND ONE MORE THING... SEEK OUT AFTRAN..."
"What the...?" Illim asked again.
But no answer came. He was back on earth and no longer in whatever strange world the Ellimist had put him. And not once did the Yeerk think to ask why.