Ahead of the Animorphs...on one other world...the struggle started. sooner than their invasion of Earth, the Yeerks attacked a steady and docile species often called the Hork-Bajir. this is often the tale of a distinct Hork-Bajir, his Andalite pal, and their destiny enemy, Visser 3.
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And the Yeerk? Esplin-Nine-Four-Double-Six? " She shrugged. "I regarded. i did not locate him. there is a flow simply over there. probably . . . " I stood up. My head felt love it were pummeled through a Jubba-Jubba. yet i used to be alive. And Aldrea was once alive. And . . . "The canister! " I cried. Aldrea's eyes opened broad. "I forgot approximately it! " We either ran to the wreckage of the trojan horse fighter. It used to be strewn throughout a number of hundred ft. Sheet composite or even a whole engine hung within the branches above us. We hunted for part an hour. Then a voice known as out, "Dak Hamee, i'm right here! " It used to be Gah. He used to be within the tree above us, within the excessive branches. He was once swinging right down to meet us. He was once wearing the canister. He had retrieved it from the branches above. He had identified that it used to be very important. He was once bringing it to us. "No," Aldrea whispered. "No, no, no! " The canister best used to be open. "Run, Dak! we need to run! The wind is blowing it from us, yet we need to run! " "Gah! " I cried. "Gah Fillat! " yet what may perhaps I say to him? there has been not anything i'll do. As I watched in horror, his face twisted, his eyes bulged. We ran. We ran and ran. We ran down the valley, down towards our transitority domestic one of the Arn. We had nowhere else to move. We ran throughout the blue mist, all the way down to the sting of the cliff. Smoke billowed up from the wall-city. I heard far-off cries. The voices of the Arn. And as we stood there, we observed an Andalite fighter get up throughout the smoke. in the back of it, a shipping. one other fighter. the second one shipping. All that was once left of the Andalite activity strength. We stood there observing as they rose, up and up, gaining velocity. They disappeared into the blue mist. looking at the final of our pathetic hopes evaporate. We stood there at the fringe of that cliff, figuring out the Quantum virus was once spreading at the wind, and figuring out that the Andalites have been leaving ceaselessly. the tip had come. The conflict was once misplaced. "It's over," Aldrea acknowledged. "The Andalites are long past. The Hork-Bajir are doomed. " yet even now, i used to be no longer able to quit. certain, the Andalites have been long gone. yet absolutely there has been nonetheless a few desire. absolutely there needed to be a few desire for my humans. "There are valleys the virus won't succeed in for a time," I acknowledged. "Some will live on. without doubt a few will continue to exist. And . . . and there are nonetheless the timber. " "And us," Aldrea stated. "For now, for some time, we'll have us. " We stood there for a very long time. The passing of the Andalite ships had left swirls within the blue mist. yet then the swirls have been long past. All that remained have been the pillars of smoke and the faint cries of these who had created my humans. And in orbit, and in all of the valleys, and within the very heads of my humans, there have been the Yeerks. i used to be Dak Hamee. Hork-Bajir seer. yet i couldn't see the longer term. i couldn't see the wish I knew needs to nonetheless be there. yet i may see Aldrea. various now, a Hork-Bajir. And but nonetheless Aldrea. i'll see her. And that will be sufficient. Epilogue Jara Hamee's voice fell silent. I ruffled my wings to shake the morning dew from them. the fireplace used to be long past, now not even embers now. The Hork-Bajir had all long gone to sleep some time past.