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By K. A. Applegate

Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul is an Andalite warfare prince--the person who gave the Animorphs the facility to morph. "The Andalite Chronicles" is the tale of the way this warrior-cadet ended up on planet Earth a while 9-12. Pub: 12/97. .

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Your warriors use that nasty Andalite tail blade on themselves instead of be taken alive. " He grinned. "Such a waste. quite. See, i need to be the 1st to have an Andalite physique. With that physique, with the Andalite morphing energy, i would not stay a subvisser for lengthy. i'll be an entire visser. " An Andalite-Controller? This Yeerk scum desired to take over an Andalite physique? I felt a wave of revulsion. A wave of revulsion that appeared to develop out of a few deep perception, as though I had stuck a glimpse of the long run. I wasn't a mystic. i used to be within the army. yet nonetheless, I felt a unusual, unsettling sensation. I checked out the sub-visser. I seemed into his grasping, murderous eyes. And it was once as though i'll see him basically. as though the veil of time was once lifted. and that i knew then i wouldn't die. now not but, a minimum of. I knew it deep in my middle. simply because I knew that during this creature, this Yeerk, i used to be my real, own enemy. "Let me take that Andalite body," he acknowledged. " you will stay. it is the simply means you are going to reside. " I stated. "A pity," the Yeerk sneered. "Stop the automobile! " he yelled to his Hork-Bajir. "Open the door. " The mag-lev educate stopped easily. The door opened. We have been on a music deep contained in the Taxxon hive. there has been a wide, open cavern round us, as though the hive was once hole at its middle. And down lower than, probably twenty ft down, there has been a seething mass of Taxxons. "See them? " the sub-visser requested. "Taxxons. no longer Yeerks. No, these are Taxxons of their normal country. Unimproved, you may say. As savage and bloodthirsty as any creature within the galaxy. " The Taxxons under noticed us above them. They raised their forever hungry crimson mouths as much as gape at us. They knew what was once going to take place subsequent. The Hork-Bajir surrounded me. i wished to struggle, yet I had no guns. there has been not anything i'll do. "Throw him out," the sub-visser acknowledged. The Hork-Bajir rushed at me. They driven my sagging, flaccid flesh. I scrabbled desperately with my rows of cone legs, however it was once lifeless. They rolled and shoved and slid me, helpless, to the door. after which i used to be falling .. a hundred Falling ... I screamed at myself. whilst i used to be falling, i used to be demorphing. If i used to be going to die, i would die an Andalite, no longer a few disgusting, cannibalistic malicious program. WHUUUMMMPPPFFF! I hit the floor. I hit it tough. the edges of my Taxxon physique burst open from the influence. And in a flash, the opposite Taxxons have been on me. yet i could not in all probability morph quick sufficient. crimson Taxxon mouths drew again and rose up excessive, plunging immediately down into my shattered flesh. The discomfort of the autumn have been dulled by way of sheer surprise. yet this soreness .. . this discomfort I felt. i haven't identified whatever so poor. In my darkest nightmare i have by no means even imagined . . I screamed. yet simply as loudly, I screamed, It used to be a race. A race to work out no matter if i'd die earlier than i may demorph. repeatedly they one zero one ripped at me. yet now my Taxxon flesh used to be shrinking clear of them.

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