I galloped, I ran, I moved as swiftly as my hooves would carry me, there was always the danger of being spotted by a human(controller or otherwise)while in my Andalite form, but truthbetold, at this point, I didn't care.
I am by no means a young Andalite, most Andalites my age wouldn't likely be as involved in active combat as I am, but my body is in tremendous physical condition, I hadn't missed a beat since my action in the Hork Bajir wars.
I suppose I have the Visser to thank fo my vigor.
Now I faced the most difficult yet of my tasks; locating the Andalite bandits. I had no idea where to begin, the Visser and his Earth invasion army had been looking for months and nothing had turned up. All the brief skirmishes had ended in retreat by one of the two sides. Sometimes the solution to a problem presents itself when you're not looking for it, so I decided I would just think, no direction, no purpose, I would just loose myself in my thoughts.
(Why am I here...)
(What am I fighting for...)
(How did I get here...)
Yes, what exactally happened? How did I end up in this unique situation of situations? How did I go from being an Andalite War-Prince to being fugitive on an alien planet running for my life? One single person, thing, or event had shaped this terrible present that I lived in. The answer seemed painfully obvious, the Quantum Virus. I released the Quantum Virus on the on the Hork Bajir world, it was a last ditch effort, a desperate attempt to save millions that blew up in my face. That blunder put me on par with Seerow as far as the Electorate was concerned. Fools.
As "painfully obvious" as it seemed, that the Quantum Virus had been what sent my life the way of Crangar's victims, I knew that the Quantum Virus wasn't the turning point.
The Time Matrix.
How could I have been so blind? The Quantam Virus Incident is a flicker in the holoscreen compared to the impact of the Time Matrix. If Aristh Arbron hadn't discovered the Time Matrix all those years ago, the worst fate I'd be suffering right now would be being the but of the jest from some cocky Andalite Prince back on my Dome Ship.
Elfangor, Elfangor used the Time Matrix. Where did he go? When did he go? What did he change? As it was my body that was the instrument of Elfangor's demise, I know first hand that after retrieving the Time Matrix, he went back to our people. Something was wrong though, whatever happened to...
(Loren.) I said to no one but the trees, and unlike my trees, these trees did not speak back.
I could tell that for one reason or another, Elfangor had come to care for the human, but she couldn't have come with him, the Electorate wouldn't have allowed it. I also know that he didn't come back to the Andalites, not at first, if he had done that then they would have the Time Matrix and the war would be over, for better or worse. There must have been an intermediate time and place that Elfangor parted ways, with Loren, and with the Time Matrix. I couldn't begin to guess the time, but the place had to have been Earth. If Elfangor couldn't take Loren with him, he would've at least taken her back to her home.
Now I had a goal at least, find Loren. Finding one human out of billions is pretty tough, but it has got to be easier than finding 6 Andalites among billions of humans, especially when they are trying not to be found.