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My name is Tobias.

The other Animorphs can't tell you very much about themselves, but I
can. See, I don't have an address. I can't be found. I live in an area
of forest by a meadow. That's my territory.

My territory includes the meadow, which is maybe a hundred yards across
in one direction, and half that in the other direction. My territory
also includes the trees around the meadow, and the woods heading north
for about another hundred yards.

Of course, my territory is also the territory of other animals. Owls,
jays, foxes, raccoons, on down to ants and spiders. But no red-tailed hawks.

2 Except me.

My name is Tobias, and I am human. Partly. Most of my mind is human. At
least I think it is. I mean, I remember human things. I can read and use
language. Most of my close friends are human. And I was born a human, in
a human body with arms and legs and hair and a mouth.

Now, though, I have wings and talons and feathers. And instead of a
mouth I have a hooked beak.

I can make sounds with my beak. But nothing that sounds human. To speak
with regular humans I use thought-speak.

But there were no people nearby right then in the early morning, as I
waited patiently in the branch of a dying elm tree.

I kept my eyes focused sharply on the meadow. I knew the pathways and
homes of the mice and rats and rabbits who lived there. And I knew what
it meant when the tall, dry grass twitched just the smallest bit.

With my hawk's eyes I could see what no human could hope to see. I could
see the individual stalks of grass barely tremble as a mouse brushed
between them.

And with my hawk's ears I heard the faint sound of mouse teeth, chewing
on a seed.

The mouse was seventy or eighty feet away. An easy target.

3 I opened my wings slowly, not wanting to make a sound. I released the
grip of my talons on the branch and fell forward. My wings caught the
cushion of air and I swooped, almost silent, toward my prey.

The grass twitched.

Through the grass I saw a flash of brown. The mouse was running.

Too slowly.

I raked my talons forward. I swept my wings forward to cancel my speed,
dropped one wing to turn, and fell the last foot like a rock.

It was all over very quickly.

But this time as I dragged the mouse away to a safer spot, I stumbled on
a faded magazine someone had thrown away. The wind whipped the pages by,
one at a time. Advertisements. Graphs. Pictures of the president with
some foreign leader.

And then one page stayed open. A photograph of a classroom. Kids my age.
Some of the kids were goofing off in the back of the class. Some looked
bored. Most looked more or less interested, and three were practically
leaping from their seats, waving their hands for the teacher. All that,
frozen in a photograph.

A classroom like any classroom. Like the classrooms I used to attend. I
would have been one of the kids paying attention, but too shy to

4 volunteer. I was never very bold or aggressive. I was a bully-magnet,
to tell you the truth. The kid most likely to get pounded. The kid from
the home so screwed up that I ended up being shuttled back and forth
between aunts and uncles who didn't even remember my name half the time.

But that wasn't me anymore.

5 1 his is my life now. I accept it. And there are some very nice things
about being a bird.

Some very nice things.

Well-fed and full of energy, I flapped across the meadow, gaining
altitude the hard way - with sheer muscle power.

I swept above the trees and fought my way higher still. Out beyond my
own territory. Higher and higher. And then I felt the air billowing up
beneath me.

A beautiful thermal. A pillar of warm air that rose up from the ground
as it was heated by the sun. I swept into that warm air and it lifted me
up like an elevator.

I turned and turned within that warm current,

6 twisting higher and higher, till I was nothing but a speck to the tiny
humans on the ground. Up and up, till the only sound was the wind
ruffling across my feathers.

I caught a glimpse back down behind me. A glimpse of a strange creature
that looked like a blue deer at first. Until you saw the head with its
extra stalk eyes mounted on top. And the slashing, scorpion tail.

Aximili-Esgarrouth-lsthill. The only Andalite alive on Earth. My friend.
Or as much of a friend as you can be, when one of you is a Bird-boy and
the other is an alien.

<Ax-man!> I called down. He kept running. That's how he eats. He runs
across grass and leaves, and the crushed vegetation is absorbed up
through his hooves.

<Tobias! Out hunting?>

<Nope. I had breakfast. See you later.> I flapped and glided and soared
till I was over houses. They were just little squares of gray and orange
and brown roofs. Tiny swimming pools glittered an unnatural blue. I saw
trimmed green lawns and parked rectangles of cars and roads with dotted
white lines down the middle.

I flew on, across the homes, across the roads, to the school. Maybe it
was because of the picture in the magazine. Maybe that's why I wanted to
go there.

7 It was late morning now. The light was sharp and clean. I could see
through the windows of the classrooms.

There was Jake, unofficial leader of the Ani-morphs, looking like any
normal guy. He was lounging at his desk, feet stuck out in front. He was
sleepy and trying to keep his eyes open.

More than any other person alive, Jake held the future of the human race
in his hands. Strange to think, huh? That some big, sleepy kid in
sneakers and a jacket was the leader of the only resistance to the Yeerk
invasion of Earth?

As I watched, he nodded twice and slumped. The girl sitting behind him
leaned forward and gave him a gentle poke in the shoulder.

That was Cassie. Another member of our little group. Cassie has never
met an animal she didn't like. And she's never met a fashion she cared
about. She's small, compact but strong-looking. Not like she's muscular.
More like she's part of something bigger than herself. Like she's some
living extension of the earth.

Anyway, that's how I see her. Like some gentle soldier in the service of
nature itself. Corny, isn't it? Sorry, but I have a lot of time to
think. And I guess that makes me get too serious sometimes.

I swept by, high above, and turned the corner. In another classroom I
spotted Marco. He was

8 talking. This was not a surprise. The class began to laugh. The
teacher laughed, too, then looked exasperated, like she didn't want to
laugh. This was also not a surprise. That's Marco. The boy loves to be
the center of attention.

It took a while before I spotted the last human member of the Animorphs.
She wasn't in her usual classroom. In fact, I spotted her first in just
a brief glimpse, walking down the hall.

Then she stepped outside. Out into the empty quad that separated the
main building from the gym and the temporary buildings.

She stepped out into the sunlight, and her blond hair became a flame of
pure gold.

Rachel.

Have you ever known a person who seems to walk through life with her own
private spotlight shining on her? That's Rachel.

<Hi,> I said in thought-speak. <What are you doing? Skipping school?>

She couldn't answer. See, you can only do thought-speak when you're in a
morph (or if you happen to be an Andalite). Although you can hear it
just fine.

Rachel stopped walking and shielded her eyes with her hand, scanning the
sky for me. Then she gave just the smallest wave, just a twinkling of
two fingers.

9 She jerked her head toward the gym. That's where she was going. She
opened her binder and revealed a piece of yellow notepaper clipped
inside. Ah, so she was delivering a note for some teacher.

But Rachel must have forgotten that I can see things no human could ever
see. Beneath the note was a fancy-looking sheet of stationery. It was a
letter, addressed to Rachel. It read: "Congratulations! You have been
named a Packard Foundation Outstanding Student."

I was about to add my own congratulations, when I noticed the date.
There was to be an awards ceremony Monday. This was Friday. It was the
kind of thing Rachel would have invited everyone to.

Everyone but me. I can't exactly go to things like awards ceremonies.
Rachel hadn't even told me about it. And I knew why.

<Hey, I have something to show you after school,> I said, trying to
sound perky. <My Yeerk pool mapping project is paying off. Want to go
for a fly after last period?>

I saw her smile. She nodded her head again, just a slight movement no
one else would notice.

<Cool,> I said.

I soared away and she walked on to the gym.

There are definitely some nice things about

10 being a hawk. And flying with Rachel is probably the nicest. But it
would have been nice to see her get the Packard award, too.

Sometimes I asked myself if I had it to do all over again. ... If I
could never become Tobias the hawk, and only be Tobias the boy, would I
actually do it?

I didn't think about that often, though. Maybe I didn't want to find out
the answer.

11 I spent the day drifting around on the breeze and checking everything
I had learned in the last couple of weeks.

See, we knew the Yeerk pool was a gigantic underground complex beneath
the school. We knew it extended at least as far as the mall. But we had
never figured out where all the entrances and exits were.

That's what I'd been doing with my days - following people we knew were
Controllers, watching them come and go. From them I learned the extent
of the Yeerk pool.

Maybe I should back up and explain. I know you're probably someone
living a nice, normal life. You go to school, hang out with your friends,

12 have dinner with your family, watch a little TV. Normal.

And if I told you that maybe your teachers aren't really your teachers
anymore; and maybe your friends aren't your friends at all; and maybe
even your parents have become something totally different, well, you
might think I was nuts.

I understand. You wouldn't believe how often I have these dreams that
maybe none of it's real. That there is no Yeerk invasion. That Yeerk
slugs are not inside the heads of so many people. That maybe I have my
own hands and toes. . . .

It all started when Jake, Cassie, Marco, Rachel, and I took a different
way home from the mall. In a dark, eerie, abandoned construction site we
saw the spaceship land. And we met the strange part-deer, part-scorpion,
part-humanoid creature called an Andalite.

His name was Elfangor. Much later we found out he was Ax's big brother.

He told us about the Yeerks, the race of parasitic slugs. The Yeerks,
who, like some awful galactic disease, are spreading secretly from
planet to planet.

They steal bodies. They make other creatures into Controllers - absolute
slaves. The entire Hork-Bajir race has been enslaved. As well as the
incredibly gross Taxxons, although they went along

13 voluntarily. They've gotten the Gedds and other races, too.

And now, it's our turn.

They are here. The Yeerks are among us. Inside the people you least
suspect. Cops. Teachers. Friends. Parents. Reporters. Pastors and
priests. Your own brothers and sisters.

The Andalite Prince Elfangor warned us. And he gave us the weapon - the
power to morph. To become any animal we could touch and acquire.

There was just one big drawback, see. You can't stay in a morph for more
than two hours. After that you stay in morph forever. That's what
happened to me.

The Yeerks also have a weakness. Every three days they have to return to
the Yeerk pool. They drain out of the heads of their host bodies and
swim in the sludgy liquid of the pool. There they soak up the Kandrona
rays that they must have for nutrition.

We've been to the Yeerk pool. It's not a place you want to see. Trust
me. The screams that we'd heard in that place will be with me forever.

The Yeerk pool was where I lost my humanity. Where I passed the fateful
two-hour time limit. Someday, somehow, we will destroy that place. But
first, we have to understand it better.

That's what I was doing. That's why I spent

14 my days trying to discover every possible way in and out of it.

I was in the air over the mall at just about two-thirty in the afternoon
when I spotted the big bald eagle floating, serene and powerful, on the
thermals. The brown body stood out against the clouds, while the white
head seemed almost invisible.

It was an odd place for a baldie. They usually like the shore.

I flapped hard to change direction and gain speed toward the eagle. I
knew this eagle.

<ls that you, Rachel?> I asked.

<Sure. Who else would it be? Is this great flying weather, or what?>

<lt's perfect. You up for a little cruise?>

<0f course. What's up?>

<Well, while you and the others have been off saving the world, I've
been busy, too.>

I shot by, just beneath Rachel's big eagle wings, and swung out past
her, then turned and moved in front of her. I was showing off. I'm more
agile in the air than a bald eagle is. Although a baldie is quite a bit
bigger than me. Kind of like comparing a turkey to a chicken.

Rachel made a sighing sound in my head. <Tobias, just because you can't
come along on every single mission doesn't mean you need to do extra work.>

15 <Yeah, well, whatever,> I said. <The point is I've been watching
known Controllers from the air. I started with Chapman and his wife and
the reporter and the policewoman we know about. And Tom, of course. >

Chapman is our assistant principal. He's a very big deal Controller. Tom
is Jake's brother. He's a Controller, too.

<l followed them and watched them and now I've found four separate ways
into the Yeerk pool. Besides the one we know that goes through the

<Cool. When we know the Yeerk pool entrances, we can start figuring out
who more Controllers are.> Rachel sounded impressed. Even though all I'd
done was fly around and keep my eyes open.

<l have a lot of free time,> I said. I knew I shouldn't say what I was
about to say next. But it was out before I could stop myself. <So.
Congratulations, I guess, huh? Packard Foundation Outstanding Student. >

Rachel was silent for a few seconds. <Did someone tell you? Oh, no, of
course not. You saw the letter in my notebooks

<Just call me old hawkeye,> I said lightly.

<Tobias . . . you know how much I wish you could come. I mean, Cassie
will be there, and she's great. But you know Marco will just be mak-

16 ing snide remarks, and Jake will be trying not to laugh.>

<No big deal,> I said. <The only thing is, don't hide stuff from me
because you think it will hurt my feelings, okay? I can't handle you
feeling sorry for me.>

<l don't feel sorry for you,> Rachel lied.

<Good. Because, you know, how you think about me is sort of important.>

I winced. I'd sounded way too sincere.

I mean, what was I thinking? Rachel's a human. A real human. I'm a hawk.
You think Romeo and Juliet were doomed, just from being from families
that didn't like each other? Well, you can't get any more doomed than
caring for someone who isn't even the same species.

<Anyway, congratulations,> I said as breezily as I could.<Now follow me,
and I'll give you a little tour of the Yeerk pool entrances.>

<0n a day like this, I'd follow you anywhere,> Rachel said.

17 <We're not going far. Just to the car wash.>

<They're using the car wash? No way.> Rachel laughed. <You have to
admit, they are ingenious.>

We flew. Not side by side, because that would have looked suspicious.
Hawks and eagles don't exactly fly in formation like geese. We kept a
hundred yards apart. But with our incredible vision and thought-speak,
we might as well have been next to each other.

We rose higher and higher on the thermals, then thermal-hopped. That's
where you rise to the top of one pillar of warm air and glide to the
next. Then you rise again and drift to the next. It's an easy, lazy kind
of flying. You don't get

18 where you're going very fast, but you don't get tired out, either.

It was awfully nice, flying just under the bellies of the clouds with
Rachel. I may have lost my human body. But I've gained wings. And flying
is ... well, I'm sure you've daydreamed about it. I know I used to. I'd
sit in class, gazing out at the sky, or lie back in the grass, looking
up, and wonder what it would be like to have wings. To be able to fly up
and up and away from all the stupid little problems of life.

Flying is as wonderful as you'd think. It has problems, too, like
anything else. But oh man, on a warm day with the mountains of fluffy
white clouds showing the way to the thermal updrafts, it's just wonderful.

<So where are we going? We're not heading toward the car wash,> Rachel
pointed out.

I snapped alert. I looked down at the ground, spotting the familiar road
grids and buildings I knew so well from this angle. We were in an area
bordering the forest. Not far from Cassie's farm. <What am I doing
herel> I asked. <l must have spaced. Sorry. This way.>

I cranked a hard left turn and beat my wings to gain some speed. Rachel
has to deal with the two-hour limit. We'd wasted a lot of that time. I
couldn't believe I'd spaced out so badly.

We flapped hard for a while.

19 <Um . . . Tobias? Am I crazy, or are we right back where we were?>

I looked down at the ground. She was right. We were right back in the
same area by the edge of the forest.

I felt a cold chill. <No way,> I whispered.

<Are you lost?>

<Lost? Of course not,> I said. <l don't get lost. We're heading just
south of east. I know exactly where we are. But this isn't where I was
heading.>

<ls there something going on here?> Rachel asked.

<This makes no sense,> I said. <l was heading for ->

And that's when I saw it happen.

We were gliding over the edge of the forest. Farmland on one side, all
green and perfectly squared. Then a band of scruffy brush and
fallen-down wire fence. Then the trees - elms, oaks, various pines.

The trees extended in a long sweep right, from the farmland up into the
far-distant mountains. With my hawk's vision I could even see snow on
those far-off peaks.

But that's not what I was noticing right then. What I was noticing right
then was that a single huge oak tree was sliding to one side.

Just sliding. Like it had no roots. Like it was

20 on a skateboard or something. A huge oak tree just slid over.

And beneath the oak there appeared a hole in the ground.

<What is that?> Rachel demanded.

<You got me,> I said.

<That whole tree is just. . . moving.>

<And the hole under it isn't natural,> I pointed out. <lt's too round.
It's man-made.>

<0r else not man-made,> Rachel said darkly.

Something's down there! I saw something moving. It's coming up! Coming
up out of the ground!>

<l see it,> Rachel said. <What is it? Can you see?>

I had a better angle than Rachel. And I could see what was coming up
from underground.

I saw a snakelike head with huge forward-swept horns.

I saw powerful shoulders and arms that were armed with blades at the
elbows and wrists.

I saw the big Tyrannosaurus feet and the short, spiked tail and the
blades at the knees.

I saw seven feet of razor-bladed death.

<Hork-Bajir,> I said.

21 <TTork-Bajir!> Rachel snarled.

A year ago that name would have meant nothing to me. It would have just
been some nonsense word.

But now I knew the Hork-Bajir. The Andalite who gave us our powers had
told us that the Hork-Bajir were once a decent, peaceful species. But
they had been enslaved by the Yeerks. All of them were Controllers now.
The entire species carried the Yeerk slugs in their heads.

And with the Yeerks controlling their every action, the Hork-Bajir were
walking killing machines.

Amazingly fast. Incredibly strong. Armored,

22 bladed, almost fearless. They were the shock troops of the Yeerk empire.

Hork-Bajir had come close to killing Rachel several times. And all of us
had felt the Hork-Bajir blades at least once.

<What is a Hork-Bajir doing, coming out in broad daylight?> Rachel asked.

I looked closely. The Hork-Bajir was climbing some kind of ladder. When
it reached the surface, it blinked its reptilelike eyes at the light. It
climbed out and stood like some vision of a demon. Then I noticed that
there was a second Hork-Bajir coming up behind it.

<There are two of them!> Rachel said.

<Yeah. And you know what? I think they look scared.>

Just then . . .

SKREEEET! SKREEEET! SKREEEET!

The alarm was deafening to my hawk hearing. The sound screamed up from
the hole in the ground. The two Hork-Bajir jerked in surprise and fear.
One of them grabbed the other and held it close for a split second. In
an instant, they were off and running through the forest.

Running as if their lives depended on it.

And let me tell you something- Hork-Bajir can move out when they want.
Those big, long legs take big, long steps. They plowed into the

23 brush, slashing wildly with their bladed arms, slicing through bushes
and thorns and small trees like a harvester going through a wheat field.

<How are you doing on morph time?> I asked Rachel.

<l still have an hour at least,> she said.

<So we follow these guys?>

<0h, yeah.>

We flapped to gain some of the altitude we'd lost and prepared to follow
the Hork-Bajir. Not much of a challenge, really. They were chopping a
path straight through the woods that a blind man could follow.

<They're not exactly into the stealth thing, are they?> Rachel commented.

And that's when things really broke loose. Up from the hole in the
ground humans poured. Armed humans. Men and women, dressed in an array
of normal-looking human clothing.

Controllers, of course. Not that you could tell by looking. But I knew
now that hole led down to the Yeerk pool. And there was no doubt in my
mind - these humans were human-Controllers. Slaves to the Yeerks in
their heads.

They carried human weapons - automatic rifles, handguns, shotguns.

The Yeerks were going after the two Hork-Bajir. But they were being
careful. They were

24 sending only human-Controllers. They weren't going to risk any more
Hork-Bajir being seen by normal people.

Twenty . . . thirty human-Controllers climbed up out of the hole.

<They'll never catch them,> Rachel said.

<l know. What is going on here? Are those Hork-Bajir trying to escape
somehow?>

Up from the hole, machines began to appear. They seemed to levitate. I
almost laughed when I saw them.

<Dirt bikes? The Yeerks have motorcycles?> It seemed bizarre, even
funny. The Yeerks have faster-than-light spacecrafts. Now they were
using dirt bikes?

<Uh-oh,> Rachel said. <The Hork-Bajir are fast, but they aren't thatfast.>

VrrrrRRRROOOM! VrrrrRRRROOOM! Vrrrr-RRRROOOOM!

Human-Controllers were firing up the motorcycles. I could hear the
sputtering roar of the engines. In all, fifteen Yamahas and Kawasakis
came up through that hole.

VrrrrRRRROOOM! Vrrrrraaaa-vrrrraaa-vraaaa!

The motorcycles took off. Some had just one rider. Others had two - one
to steer and one to shoot.

The Hork-Bajir had a lead of a few hundred yards, but they'd never
outrun this small army.

25 As I watched from the safety of the air above, the motorcycles roared
off through the woods in pursuit. They churned up dirt and leaves and
shattered the quiet.

And they gained quickly on the two fleeing Hork-Bajir.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Rifles barked. Motorcycles roared! The Hork-Bajir ran, but the bikes
leaped and twisted and snaked toward them.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM!

Rifles, automatic weapons, and shotguns all ripped apart the tree
trunks. The human-Controllers were firing wildly. Firing at anything
that moved. From the ground they couldn't see the Hork-Bajir yet. But
they could see flashes of them, and they kept on shooting.

<This is going to be all over in about ten seconds^ Rachel said grimly.
<What are we going to do?>

<You want to help Hork-Bajir?> I asked incredulously.

<Have you ever heard the saying, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend"?
The Yeerks want these two Hork-Bajir dead. That's good enough for me.>

<Me, too,> I said. <We'll have to use thought-speak. Talk directly to them.>

26 <Let's do it,> Rachel said.

I would have smiled if I'd had a mouth. Rachel is so brave she is just
short of being reckless.

I like that about her.

<Hey. Hork-Bajir down there.>

I saw them stagger, as though they were shocked and amazed to be hearing
thought-speak. Like that was their major problem.

<You're about ten seconds away from being dead,> I said. <Listen to me
and you just might get out of this alive.>

27 <First of all, stop tearing up the foliage, geniuses. They're
following the trail you make. And second of all ... jump left! Now! Jump!>

The two Hork-Bajir leaped to their left, just as a pair of motorcycles
roared past, missing them by a few feet.

BOOM!BOOM!

One of the Controllers cut loose with both barrels of a shotgun. I could
see the pellets tear a tree trunk to wet sawdust.

<0kay, keep going that direction^ I told the Hork-Bajir.

Thought-speak is kind of like E-mail. You can address it to everyone, or
you can address it to a

28 certain person. It sounds complicated, but you get used to it.

<Do you have a plan?> Rachel asked me so that the Hork-Bajir couldn't
overhear.

<l hadn't really thought that far ahead,> I admitted.

<Do you know a safe place for them to hide?>

I searched my memory. I had to think like a human, not a bird. The
Hork-Bajir couldn't exactly hide in trees.

<Yeah. There's a cave I know about. If we can keep them alive till then.>

The Hork-Bajir were running flat out. But now I saw a pair of big
four-by-four pickup trucks coming from the other direction. The trucks
raced along a dirt road, coming up to cut off the two fugitive
Hork-Bajir. The Yeerks were pulling out all the stops.

<Man, this is like a really bad chess game where the other player has
all the pieces,> I muttered.

<You know these woods, Tobias,> Rachel said. <That's our edge.>

<Yeah. We hope.> I turned my head left and right. Yes. I did know these
woods. I knew where we were. I knew every tree and every ravine and
every tiny stream.

<0kay, you guys, cut to your right now. There's a ditch. But there are a
couple of Con-

29 trailers in your way. So you need to pass the big rock pile there,
keeping it on your left.>

The Hork-Bajir hesitated, missed a couple of steps, and looked around in
confusion.

<Did you guys hear me?>

<They heard you,> Rachel said tersely. <l think the instructions were
too complicated.>

<0h. Great. Oooookay. In that case, let's play follow the leader.> I
took a deep breath and glanced around to make sure I knew exactly where
I was. Then I spilled a little air from my wings, tried to keep all the
speed I could, and dropped down into the trees. <0kay. Time to play
"follow the big birdie"!>

I zoomed just over their heads.

<Yeah, me. The big brown bird with the pretty red tail. Follow me and
stay close!>

<Tobias!> Rachel yelled. <0ne of the trucks is moving in ahead of you!>

I zoomed left and the twin monsters came racing right after me.

Have you ever flown at full speed right through a densely packed forest?
Probably not. So let me tell you - it's exciting. Exciting like a video
game set to the highest speed, where one wrong move means you're a
bundle of crushed bird bones and feathers.

<Stay with me, boys, we're gonna be hauling butt,> I said. I shot
between two trees that were

30 so close together I felt my wingtips brush rough bark. I cranked a
right so sudden and sharp I almost splattered against an oak. And then I
flapped hard to gain speed before the two not-very-bright Hork-Bajir ran
over me.

High overhead, Rachel called down with updates.

<Tobias! Three dirt bikes on your left, converging^

<Tobias, that truck is coming up behind you. They've spotted the
Hork-Bajir!>

<Tobias! Look out! Guy with a gun!>

BOOM!BOOM!

Shotgun pellets ripped the air around me and stripped the leaves from a
branch.

My flying muscles were aching, but I was too high on sheer adrenaline to
care. It was insane! I was rocketing through the woods, barely missing
tree trunks, just skimming above the saplings, blowing through
territories belonging to other birds who'd have killed me themselves if
I'd slowed down.

I was the rabbit and the two deadly Hork-Bajir were the dogs chasing me
through the woods. And I'll say this for the Hork-Bajir - they may not
be great at following instructions, but they knew how to stay on a target.

ZOOM! Through the trees!

31 ZOOM! Barely rising fast enough to clear a rocky outcropping!

ZOOM! Left!

ZOOM! Right!

ZOOM! Straight up with every single muscle screaming.

"Tseeeeeer!" I screamed in a combination of fear and total powered-up,
red-tailed excitement.

Man, I was doing some serious flying.

But I was not getting close to my goal. And I was not losing the
pursuing dirt bikes and four-by-fours.

<Tobias! Oh, man! There's a helicopter coming up from the south. Maybe
two minutes away!>

<We're dead meat if that chopper gets here before we lose these
Controllers on the ground. There's a stream. Think these monsters swim?>

<They don't look like they do,> Rachel said.

<Hork-Bajir. Can you swim? If you can, signal me by quickly slicing down
the next sapling you come to.>

Slash! A sapling was suddenly shorter.

<AII right then, stay with me!>

32 I hung a brutally hard right and scraped my belly across a branch
doing it. I fought my way through the grasping twigs and leaves and
motored on.

<Thank goodness I ate a good breakfast,> I muttered.

<Tobias! You can't go that way. The trucks will cut you off! They have
guys in the back of each one with shotguns.>

<No choice,> I said. <ln about two minutes I'm going to collapse. And
right about then that helicopter will get here!>

<0kay. Then we need to get rid of the guys with the guns,> Rachel said
calmly. Like flying against a guy with a shotgun was no big deal.

33 <Rachel, have I ever mentioned that you are extremely cool?> I said.
Then, to the Hork-Bajir: <Just keep running this same direction. Don't
stop.>

I peeled away, and fought my way up and up and up, above the treetops.
There was Rachel, gliding majestically on her huge eagle's wings. I
needed altitude so I could turn it into speed.

Ahead, through the gaps in the tree cover, I could see the two pickup
trucks. They were still bouncing along, kicking up dust as they hurried
to cut off the Hork-Bajir.

In the back of each truck there was a man with a shotgun. These guys
were holding on for dear life, so at least we had a chance of not
getting killed.

<You take the one on the left. Ready?> I asked Rachel.

<Let's do it,> she said.

We aimed to intercept the trucks. Like a pair of cruise missiles, we
targeted the spot where the trucks would be in five seconds. Four
seconds. Three seconds.

I could see my guy clearly. Middle-aged human. He looked like a guy
you'd see working in a hardware store or something. But he wasn't really
human. The Yeerk in his head was aiming the gun.

Two seconds!

34 The Controller saw me. He frowned. Then he realized . . .

One second!

The shotgun came up. The twin barrels looked huge.

I raked my talons forward.

BOOM!

The shot passed millimeters over my head. I actually felt the wind!

"Tseeeeeer!"

I struck! The Controller fell off the back of the truck, clutching his
face and howling.

A split second later, Rachel hit her target.

At that same instant the two Hork-Bajir came barreling out of the woods,
right into the racing trucks. One jumped. He sailed over the truck and
landed hard on the far side.

The second Hork-Bajir was too slow.

WHAM!

The truck slammed the Hork-Bajir. The Hork-Bajir went flying and
sprawled in a brush-covered ditch.

BOOM! BOOM! Rachel's guy was firing blindly.

The first Hork-Bajir was up, but not running. I was close enough to hear
him bellow in a voice full of despair.

"Kalashi! Kalashi!"

35 <Move, you idiot!> I screamed at the Hork-Bajir.

The two trucks had braked in a cloud of dust and dirt, fishtailing
wildly on the narrow dirt road. Guys were piling out of the cabs, armed
to the teeth.

From the edge of the woods, just down the road, three dirt bikes roared
into sight.

BOOM!BOOM!

BLAMBLAMBLAM!

The Hork-Bajir froze. He looked up at me as I shot past him. And he
said, "No! My kalashi ! My wife!"

<Wife?> I said.

<Wife?> Rachel echoed.

That may have been the last word I'd ever expected to hear a Hork-Bajir say.

<You'll be dead in two seconds,> I snapped at the Hork-Bajir after I'd
recovered from the shock. <Run. Run, or you're no good to anyone!>

He ran.

I guided him to the stream that lay half-concealed behind a stand of
trees. He hit the water with surprisingly little splash and disappeared
beneath the surface.

<Hesaid wife, right?> I asked Rachel.

<Wife,> she agreed.

36 Wife? Excuse me, you said wife?" Marco asked incredulously. "You mean
there's such a thing as a female Hork-Bajir?!"

<l guess so,> I said. <We didn't really have time to ask.>

It was late afternoon. We were all in Cassie's barn. Actually, I was in
the rafters of Cassie's barn, looking down at the rest of the group -
Jake, Cassie, Marco, Ax, and Rachel, back in human form again.

Ax was in his own, natural Andalite body. It's a danger to have him
there because we can never allow anyone to see the Ax-man. I mean, one
look at Aximili-Esgarrouth-lsthill, at the two movable stalk eyes on top
of his head and the deadly scor-

37 pion tail and the centaur body, and you know he's not exactly a local
boy.

But it was worth the risk, since he knew more about Hork-Bajir than any
of us did. Besides, I was providing security. From my place up in the
rafters, I could see out through the hayloft to Cassie's house. And
since I have excellent hearing as well as sight, I'd know if anyone
approached the barn.

Cassie's barn is actually the Wildlife Rehabilitation Clinic. It is full
of every kind of local wild animal. The wire cages are piled high all
around the barn.

Both Cassie's parents are veterinarians. Her mom works at The Gardens,
which is this big amusement park and zoo complex.

Her father runs the clinic with a lot of help from Cassie. They take in
injured or sick wild animals. And right now, beneath me in the cages,
there was a sampling of all the animals that lived in the area -
opossums, voles, rabbits, skunks, foxes, raccoons, squirrels, and so on.
Many of them would have made a nice snack for me, but Cassie and I have
an agreement about that - I don't eat her patients.

In addition to the land animals, there were bats and birds. Cassie
actually rescues pigeons and crows and even jays. I have nothing against
pigeons, but I don't like crows and ravens and

38 jays. They're like the gangsters of the bird world. Plus, they're
smart. They can work together to mob peaceful raptors like me. Sometimes
a bunch of them will actually try to steal a kill from me.

And believe me, you get six or eight big, fat jays or crows attacking
you all at once, and it can be very annoying. But that's another story.

"How exactly do you tell a man Hork-Bajir from a woman Hork-Bajir?"
Marco asked. "Do the women put makeup on their wrist blades? Do they use
nail polish on those big nasty toes of theirs?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "We didn't have a chance to go into it, all
right? We barely got the one Hork-Bajir to the cave."

"I mean, do female Hork-Bajir cry at 'chick' movies?" Marco went on,
talking mostly to himself. "Do they get all goo-goo when they see a baby?"

"What about the female?" Jake asked Rachel and me.

Rachel shrugged and looked away.

<We don't know,> I said. <We saw her get knocked into the ditch. That
was it.>

"Man, this whole thing stinks. It's a trap. It's a setup," Marco said.
"But I think the real question is, do female Hork-Bajir get all weird
around bugs and snakes?"

<l don't think so. About the trap, I mean.>

39 "Weird around bugs and snakes?" Cassie asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Is that how girls are, Marco?" With that, she reached into a low drawer
beneath the bottom row of cages. A second later, a snake was lightly
tossed through the air in Marco's direction.

"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Get it off me!"

Cassie retrieved the harmless garden snake and put it back in its drawer
while everyone laughed. Except Ax, who doesn't always get human humor.

Even Marco had to laugh. "Oh, that was so not fair. Funny, yes. Fair,
no. Can we please act more mature here?"

"Sure, Marco," Rachel said. "Why don't you leave and we'll automatically
be a more mature group?"

"Could we stick to business?" Jake asked. But he was still smiling from
the snake thing, so no one took him too seriously.

"Why would a Yeerk . . . even a Yeerk inside a Hork-Bajir, want to run
away?" Marco asked. "Sooner or later he has to get back to the Yeerk
pool. It doesn't make any sense."

Rachel sighed. "Marco, how dumb are you? Don't you get it? These aren't
Controllers. There is no Yeerk. Somehow these two Hork-Bajir are free."

Cassie looked thoughtful. "Isn't it kind of a

40 coincidence that you just happened to be in the area where the
Hork-Bajir were escaping?"

<Yes,> I said. <Definitely. Especially since I wasn't even heading
there. I was actually trying to go somewhere else.>

I saw the two stalk eyes on Ax's head swing up to focus on me with new
interest. His main eyes stayed on Jake.

Cassie gave me a tilted-head puzzled look. "You mean -"

But Rachel interrupted. "Look, we need to decide what to do about this.
We've got this Hork-Bajir male in a cave. But the Yeerks will keep
looking for him. And I have to tell you, this Hork-Bajir is not exactly
Stephen Hawking."

"Who?" Cassie asked.

<He is a human physicist,> Ax responded. <l've read some of his
writings. He is very brilliant, but also very wrong about several
things. For example, when he refers to the structure of atoms in ->

Jake threw up his hands in exasperation. "Is there any chance we could
stick to business?"

"I remember when Jake used to be fun," Marco said in a loud whisper.
"Now he's such a grown-up."

"I was never fun," Jake said with a tolerant smile.

41 "No, you were never smart, but you were a/ways fun," Marco teased.

"The question is, what do we do about this Hork-Bajir?" Rachel asked.
"He's sitting out there in a cave in the woods moaning about his
kalashi. What do we do with him?"

We all looked at Ax like he'd have the answer.

<l have never known of a free Hork-Bajir,> Ax said. <They've been slaves
of the Yeerks for a long time. But it is possible. Maybe somehow, while
this Hork-Bajir's Yeerk was in the Yeerk pool, the Hork-Bajir managed to
escape. It is possible. His wife as well. In which case these may be the
only free Hork-Bajir in the entire galaxy. The only two free members of
their species.>

"Imagine . . ." Cassie whispered. "Imagine being the only two free
humans in all the world ..."

Somehow no one felt like messing around anymore. Even Marco looked
thoughtful. If the Yeerks won, humans would be no different than the
Hork-Bajir - absolute slaves of the Yeerk empire.

"So what do we do with the only free Hork-Bajir in the galaxy?" Marco asked.

<What does the Hork-Bajir want to do?> Ax asked me and Rachel.

42 Rachel and I stared blankly at each other. <You know,> I admitted,
<we never asked.>

"Then I guess that's step one," Jake said. "Let's find out what the
Hork-Bajir wants."

Everyone agreed. But I saw that Cassie was still troubled. Under her
breath she muttered, "And then let's find out why Tobias was somewhere
he didn't mean to be."

I don't think anyone else heard her. But I did.

Why had I been there?

43 Lt took a while to figure out how we were going to deal with the
Hork-Bajir. In the end, we decided I'd go ahead with Ax. The others
would morph and stay close enough to hear what was happening.

The problem was, we were afraid to be honest with the Hork-Bajir. It
could all still be some kind of a trap. We couldn't let anyone know who
we really were. Or what we really were.

See, the Yeerks know that there is someone out here messing with them.
They know they're being attacked by someone using animal morphs. Since
only the Andalites have the power to morph, the Yeerks assume we must
all be An-

44 dalites. They figure we must be a group of An-dalite guerillas.

We want them to think that. We sure don't want them realizing that the
Animorphs are mostly a bunch of human kids. If they ever found out where
Jake and Cassie and Rachel and Marco live . . . well, that would be the
end of us.

The cave where Rachel and I left the Hork-Bajir was small for a creature
of his size. It was hidden by brush and fallen branches. It went in
about twenty feet, but was only about five feet tall.

I landed on a fallen branch outside the cave entrance. I waited till
everyone was in position. Then I said, <Hey, in there. Hork-Bajir. It's
me, the talking bird. I'm coming in. With a friend. >

It's hard for a bird to push through bushes and thorns, so Ax stepped
forward, almost dainty on his four hooves. He pushed the tangle aside
with his weak arms. He stuck his head inside the dark cave.

The reaction was immediate.

A bladed arm slashed, missing Ax's head by inches. Ax jerked back and
cocked his tail to strike.

<NO!> I yelled. <Listen in there, you weed-

45 whacker-looking jerk, calm down! And Ax-man, take it easy!>

The bladed arm withdrew slowly, and Ax relaxed his tail.

I took a few seconds to slow my heart down. When a bird is startled it
wants to fly. Natural instinct. I had to fight to control it and stay put.

<What's going on?> Cassie asked.

I looked up at the sky. Rachel and Cassie were up there in bird morph,
Rachel as her bald-eagle self and Cassie as an owl. The sun was just
setting. And when darkness fell an owl would be a lot more useful than
an eagle. The two of them were flying cover. Making sure we weren't
disturbed.

<0h, nothing much,> I said. <We're all just saying hello. By the way, is
everything clear up there, Cassie? Rachel?>

<Yep. Everything is clear,> Rachel called down.

I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to steady my nerves. Neither
Ax nor I wanted to go into that cave anymore. You just can't be careless
when you're dealing with Hork-Bajir. One fast move and they can leave
you wondering why your head is rolling across the grass.

<Hork-Bajir, come on out,> I said firmly.

Slowly the big creature crawled out. He stood erect, blinking in the dim
evening light.

46 "Not Hork-Bajir," he said. "Jara Hamee. My name. Jara Hamee."

<He's kidding, right?> Jake said in my head. <His name is Jeremy?>

I glanced up to see a big, round, white-and-orange face. A face with
deep, intelligent eyes and yellowish teeth about four inches long. It
was Jake, in his tiger morph. He was above the cave opening on an
outcropping of rock, if the Hork-Bajir had made a wrong move, Jake would
have been all over him.

<You better talk to our boy Jara Hamee here,> I said to Ax. I figured Ax
would know more about talking to other aliens than me.

Ax held his hands open in a gesture of peace. He lowered his tail still
further. I could see he really didn't want to do that. The air between
the Andalite and the Hork-Bajir seemed to crackle with tension.

<My name is Aximili,> Ax said.

"You are Hruthin. Andalite."

<Yes.>

"You kill me?"

<No. I won't kill you,> Ax said.

"Hruthin kill Hork-Bajir," the Hork-Bajir named Jara Hamee said.
"Hork-Bajir kill Hruthin."

<This is going really well,> Marco said dryly. Then he sang new words
for that Barney song. <l kill you, you kill me, we're an alien family . . .>

47 I saw Marco settling in behind a stand of trees off to the left. He
looked like a very large, very hairy man. A gorilla, actually. We had
decided to have plenty of muscle ready, just in case the Hork-Bajir
turned out to be trouble.

<Andalites tried to save the Hork-Bajir from the Yeerks,> Ax said,
sounding a little defensive.

The Hork-Bajir stared at Ax's face. "You darkap. You fail."

<Yes. We failed. But I'm here now. And I don't kill Hork-Bajir . . .
unless they are tools of the Yeerks.>

The Hork-Bajir made a sort of forward jerk with its head and a raspy
little sound in its throat. It sounded like a derisive laugh. But who
knows? I had no idea what a Hork-Bajir laugh should sound like. Or even
if they laughed at all.

WHAP!

The Hork-Bajir slapped his chest with his left hand. It startled me
enough that I was halfway airborne before I got a grip.

The Hork-Bajir threw out his arm and said, "Jara Hamee escaped the
Yeerks. Jara Hamee free! Jara Hamee has his own head." He pressed both
hands gently against his snakelike head.

<How do we know you are free? How do we know you "have your own head"?>
Ax asked him coldly.

48 The Hork-Bajir looked puzzled. Then, to my complete and total shock,
he made a quick movement of his arm.

It was faster than a human eye could have seen.

But I saw it.

I saw the wrist blade slice right into his own head. He sliced right
into his own head!

<No!> I yelled in horror.

<Yah!> Jake yelped.

There was a gash six inches deep in the Hork-Bajir's head. He reached up
with his clawed hands and pulled the gash open. He pulled his own head
open! And it's not like it didn't hurt him. I could see the pain on his
face.

Blood - or something - oozed in shades of deep red and deeper
blue-green. He held the gash open and we stared, Ax and me, right into
the Hork-Bajir's brain. I guess Jake and Marco could see it pretty
clearly, too.

<0h, man,> Marco moaned. <Can I just say "yuck"?>

Jara Hamee pressed the two sides of the gash together. He held the cut
for a few seconds, and with amazing speed, the bleeding coagulated.

A long scab began to form over the gash.

That's when I started breathing again. I had stopped. Then I started my
heart up. I swear it had stopped,too.

49 <Did you see a Yeerk in there in his head?> I asked Ax shakily.

<No,> Ax said, just as shaken as I was. <No Yeerk. >

<Did that scare the pee out of you, Ax-man, or doesn't that kind of
thing bother you Andalites?>

<l am as peeless as you, Tobias, my friend.>

<That wasn't necessary,> I told Jara Hamee.

His face - insofar as he had a face - was still scrunched up in pain. He
was breathing hard and sweating the same blue-green fluid I'd seen
inside his head.

"Necessary," he grunted through his pain. "Jara Hamee is strong. But
Jara Hamee needs help."

<Help to do what?> Ax asked him gently.

The Hork-Bajir stared at Ax, then shifted his gaze to me. "Flying animal
saw my kalashi. Jara Hamee must find her. Jara Hamee ..." He struggled
to come up with a word. Then he made a gesture with his hands, as if
someone were tearing something out of him. As if someone were removing
his heart.

There was no question what it meant. Even across the huge divide between
our species, I could recognize that emotion.

<You love her,> I said.

"Jara Hamee loves," the Hork-Bajir said. "Kalashi, Jara Hamee free. Want
free."

50 Ax swiveled his stalk eyes back toward me. <l think I believe him.>

<Yeah. Me, too, Ax.>

<Hey. You guys down there?> Cassie called down from above. <We have
company coming.>

51 <What kind of company, Cassie?> I heard Jake snap.

<Fifteen, maybe twenty people. They're strung out in a line. Coming this
way.>

<And I have an equal number coming from the southeast,> Rachel said.
<And ... oh, man. They have Hork-Bajir with them! It's not even dark and
they're bringing Hork-Bajir out! In the open!>

<They want our boy here real badly,> I said. <lt's a big risk running
aliens through the woods when it's still light enough to see.>

<They're converging on you,> Cassie reported. <l have a small troop of
Hork-Bajir coming up, too. Oh, man. This isn't good. You guys

52 are practically surrounded. You have maybe five minutes till they're
all over you.>

<Talk about bad timing. It's getting late,> Marco pointed out. <lt's
almost dinnertime. My dad will give me much grief if I don't get home in
time for dinner.>

Jake laughed. So did I. It was just so ridiculous having to worry about
being grounded when we were halfway surrounded by Yeerks.

<We could easily escape,> Ax said. <We can all morph some small animal
or bird and not be seen.>

<That wouldn't help old Jara Hamee here,> Marco said.

<Distraction,> Jake said. <We need to draw the bad guys away.>

<But the Yeerks are looking for a Hork-Bajir,> Ax pointed out. <Will
they be foolish enough to follow any of us?>

<We can only hope they will,> Jake said tersely. <We can get away, but I
don't think we can leave Jara Hamee behind.>

But I had a different idea. Unfortunately, it was a dangerous idea. A
very dangerous idea. And the danger would all be on someone else. Not me.

I hesitated. It makes me sick when other people take risks that I can't
take. <Look, uh . . . there might be a way . . .> I said at last.

53 <What?> Jake asked.

<They want a Hork-Bajir to chase, right? Well, we could give them one.>

<Morph a Hork-Bajir?> Marco asked. <Ewwww.>

<Jara Hamee isn't just any animal,> Cassie objected. <He's sentient.
He's self-aware.>

<Ax morphed me once,> Jake pointed out. <And Cassie, you morphed Rachel.>

<l'm just saying we have to get Jara Hamee's permission, at least,>
Cassie said. <But whatever you decide, do it quick!>

<l'll do it. I'll morph the Hork-Bajir,> Rachel said. Suddenly I saw her
glide down through the trees on her huge eagle wings. <l need to change
morphs, anyway. It's getting too dark for eagle eyes.>

<No. I should do it,> Ax said quickly.

<No way,> Rachel said. She was already starting to demorph. <l have dibs.>

<Dibs?>

<l spoke first,> Rachel explained.

Ax let it go and focused his main eyes back on the Hork-Bajir. <Yeerks
are coming. One of my friends wishes to morph you. To trick the Yeerks.
Do you agree?>

"Jara Hamee hates Yeerks," the big Hork-Bajir said. Like that was all
the answer he needed to give.

54 <0kay then, turn around, Jara Hamee,> I ordered the Hork-Bajir.
<Close your eyes and don't look till I tell you. If you open your eyes
this Hruthin here . . . this Andalite . . . will slice and dice you. You
got it? Eyes closed.>

The Hork-Bajir turned around obediently. I would have laughed if I
wasn't feeling half-sick with worry for Rachel. I mean, this
seven-foot-tall monster was taking orders from a twenty-inch-long bird.

But my sense of humor was slightly damaged right then. Rachel was going
to morph a Hork-Bajir. And then she was going to draw off the Yeerks.
She was going to make them chase her.

It made me sick to think about it. It had been my idea. My brilliant
idea. And she would take the risk.

Rachel began to emerge from her eagle body. She rose up swiftly from the
pine needle and rotting leaf floor of the forest. Up and up, a weird,
misshapen, nightmare creature made of fair human flesh and dark brown
feathers, bright yellow beak, and lengthening legs.

I would have given anything to be able to go in her place. But I can't
morph. I would be safe in the sky or in the trees while she was trying
to outrun the enemy.

It was the story of my life lately. My friends

55 went into danger, and I stayed safe. All because I couldn't morph.

In a minute Rachel was no longer a bird, but a human girl. A human girl
who even now, even with all of us scared, managed to look like some
smiling magazine cover girl.

<You don't have to do this, Rachel,> I said.

<lt's Rachel's greatest thrill,> Marco said. <Morph a Hork-Bajir? Hey,
she'll finally get to become on the outside what she's always been inside.>

<Shut up, Marco,> I snapped.

Rachel gave me a look that said, "Don't worry, Tobias." But she said
nothing because she was now fully human. We still didn't want the
Hork-Bajir to know we were human. We didn't want him to hear a human voice.

The Hork-Bajir stood peacefully as Rachel reached out her slender
fingers to touch the creature's back. The Hork-Bajir went slightly limp
as she began to "acquire" him. To absorb his DNA and make it part of her.

<Guys?> Cassie called down from the sky. <l'm serious now. The bad guys
are definitely getting close. I can see them.>

With my hawk's hearing, I heard the sounds of heavy creatures stomping
and crashing clumsily through the woods. I heard the metallic clank

56 of weapons against belts and the muttered commands between
human-Controllers and Hork-Bajir.

<Cassie's right?> I said. <We're down to two minutes maximum.>

Rachel gave a nod. She sent me a cocky wink. She closed her eyes and
focused on the new morph.

And then . . . Rachel began to change. I wanted to turn away, but
somehow I felt like I owed it to her to watch. It was because of me this
was happening to her.

I can't tell you how utterly bizarre that scene was. The woods were
growing dark. Shadows were deep all around, and even with my hawk's eyes
I couldn't see through the shadows. Overhead the sky was dark blue
streaked with red and orange, not yet black. True night was still an
hour away. But under the shade of the trees it was night already.

We stood there, an insane nightmare of creatures- the Hork-Bajir, eyes
closed tight; the Andalite, deadly tail twitching nervously at the
prospect of battle; the orange-and-black-striped tiger climbing down
from the rocks, moving like liquid power; a gorilla walking erect, using
its massive fists as extra feet; and me ... the Bird-boy.

And in the middle of our group was Rachel.

57 She was growing taller now. She was already tall for a girl, but now
she was quickly heading toward Shaq-size.

Her skin was changing. It turned dark, almost green-black. Her feet
mutated swiftly from dainty human to the three-toed, one-spur feet of
the Hork-Bajir. Feet that looked like my own talons except much, much
larger.

Her face grew elongated. The jaw bulged outward and became smooth as a
bullet. Her eyes were narrow, red-tinged slits. And then the blades
began to appear.

SHWOOP! Horn-blades exploded from her forehead!

SHWOOP! Blades appeared at the wrists and elbows!

SHWOOP! Blades grew at her knees!

Rachel had become a walking razor. Seven feet of muscled deadly speed.

<So,> Rachel said. <So this is a Hork-Bajir.>

58 <You can open your eyes now,> I told Jara Hamee.

He did. And he turned to face . . . himself. Rachel was an identical
copy of the Hork-Bajir, grown from his own DNA. I don't know what I
expected. But it sure wasn't what happened next.

"HeeeeRRRROOOOOWW!" Rachel bellowed in a voice that made the leaves quake.

"HeeeeRRRROOOOWWW-Unh!" Jara Hamee responded.

<Shut up, you idiots!> Marco cried frantically. <We're halfway
surrounded by Yeerks!>

SSSSEEEWW! Rachel slashed viciously at

59 the air! She missed Jara Hamee by an inch! Half an inch!

Jara Hamee responded instantly with a forward stab of one of his big
feet. If it had connected, it would have ripped Rachel's stomach open.
But the blow missed by a hair.

Rachel slashed and Jara Hamee slashed, but all the blows missed. Not by
much, but they did miss.

<Back off!> Jake yelled. <Stop it!> I could see he was getting ready to
jump in between them. That was all we needed - a three-way fight between
two Hork-Bajir and a tiger.

<Jake, wait! I think ... I think it's just a ritual^ I said. <You see
this kind of thing all the time in nature. It's a dominance ritual.>

The two Hork-Bajir had stopped slashing. Now they preened, circling
around each other, stretching up on tiptoes to see who was taller.

<Hey, we so totally do not have time for games,> Marco said.

He was right. I saw flashlights through the trees.

Jara Hamee and Rachel bent their heads forward and touched their scythe
like horns together with surprising gentleness.

<Rachel, are you okay in there?> I asked her.

<What? Dm ... what?> she asked. She was

60 confused. Morphing a new creature is confusing. Sometimes the
experience can be overwhelming. The instincts of the creature surface
and can even take over control for a while.

Or that's what everyone tells me, anyway. It's been a while since I morphed.

<Rachel? We are out of time,> Jake said gently. <Are you up for this?>

<L)m . . . yeah. Uh . . . okay. Sure. Sorry. I got kind of caught up
there for a minute. I'm not getting Jara Hamee's thoughts or memories,
but I definitely got a big bundle of Hork-Bajir instincts.>

<Jara Hamee? Back in the cave,> Jake said. <Do not come out. Everyone
get ready. We just want to lead the Yeerks away. We are not looking for
a fight. Rachel? You hear that about not looking for a fight?>

<Mmm-hmm. Sure,> Rachel said, even as she slashed at the air, trying out
the Hork-Bajir blades. <Whatever.>

<Rachel, you can still back out of this,> I suggested.

<l'll bet you ten bucks she says, "Let's do it,"> Marco said quickly.

Rachel turned her snakelike head toward Marco and grinned what I think
was a Hork-Bajir grin. <Let's ... go for it.>

<0h, man!> Marco complained. <She cheated.>

61 And then the enemy arrived. Suddenly four human-Controllers armed
with guns crashed clumsily into view. And with them, two Hork-Bajir.

They saw Jake and Rachel and me.

They did not see Marco. He lumbered up behind one of the Hork-Bajir,
tapped him on the shoulder, and the instant the Hork-Bajir turned, Marco
landed a punch that would have split a telephone pole.

Ka-BOOM!

The Hork-Bajir went down hard.

"Whoa!" one of the humans cried.

And suddenly the Controllers weren't chasing us. We were chasing them.

I flapped hard and landed on Rachel's forward-swept horn blade. I
gripped the bone blade with my talons.

<What are you doing?> Rachel asked.

<Just hitching a ride,> I said. <l'm not going to be left out. Not this
time.>

<Cool. Let's go.>

<Yee-hah!> I yelled with totally, totally fake enthusiasm.

We took off through the woods. Rachel's Hork-Bajir body had an easy,
loping run that was faster than it seemed at first.

I sat there holding on tight. I was tense and scared and ready for
trouble. But at least I was in

62 for the fight, you know? At least I wasn't off somewhere safe while
the others ran all the risks.

<You guys!> Cassie called down from above. <Stop chasing those
Controllers! They're setting up a trap. They're leading you right
between two bunches of bad guys!>

<0ops. Time to turn around,> I told Rachel.

<Yep.>

She turned and started running in a new direction. She was like some big
tank, and I was the hood ornament.

Then . . .

<Yaaahhh!> Rachel cried. She pitched forward. I pitched forward. We hit
the ground hard, and rolled through a juniper bush.

<Sorry. I tripped. You okay, Tobias?>

<Yeah. I think so.>

I was caught in the branches of the bush. I couldn't fight too hard to
get out or I'd damage my feathers.

Slice!

Slice!

Suddenly the juniper branches were gone.

<AII right! I like these blades,> Rachel said. <Excellent!>

I fluttered my wings and hopped up to get back on Rachel's horns. But I
must have overshot my goal because suddenly I was flying through the air.

63 No, wait! Hold on! I was up above the trees! Impossible!

How did I get here? I hadn't even flown. I'd barely hopped and now I was
up in the sky? What the . . . ?

I did a quick turnaround, trying to figure out where I was. The sun was
setting fast and there wasn't enough light for me to use my full powers
of sight. But I wasn't blind, either. I saw a horned owl floating just
at treetop level. Cassie. But she was so far away. Maybe a quarter mile!

<No way,> I said in total confusion.

Then I heard gunfire. Quite close. In fact, just beneath me.

BLAM! BLAM!

A human voice yelled, "Freeze! Freeze or I put the next shot in your
second heart."

There was a small clearing below me. I knew the meadow. It was the
territory of a Swainson's hawk. Not as nice as my own meadow, but a nice
territory, anyway.

But I wasn't looking for mice in this clearing. I saw three humans, each
well-armed, surrounding a single Hork-Bajir.

Rachel?

No. Couldn't be. She was back . . . back where I should be. Was it Jara
Hamee himself? What was going on?

I noticed that one of the human-Controllers

65 seemed to be sick. He was doubling over, like he was having a spasm.
No, wait! He was morphing!

It took a few seconds for me to be sure. But when I saw the extra stalk
eyes appear and the sharp-tipped tail, I knew. It was an Andalite.

There are only two Andalites on planet Earth. One is Ax. The other is
not a true Andalite at all. It's a Yeerk who uses an Andalite body.

The only Andalite-Controller in all the galaxy.

The only Yeerk to have the power to morph.

Our greatest enemy, leader of the Yeerk invasion of Earth, murderer of
Ax's brother, Elfangor.

Visser Three.

64

Andalites always look like they're right on the borderline between cute
and dangerous. But with Visser Three, that line doesn't even exist.

It's not that he looks any different outside. I mean, he looks like an
older Andalite is all. But there is some dark, evil glow that shines
from within him. And when you meet him you have no doubt ... no doubt at
all that he is dangerous.

Deadly dangerous.

<Guys?> I called in thought-speak. <Um, Jake? Rachel?>

No answer. I was too far away from them.

The Andalite body emerged fully from the human form it had morphed.

<Well, well, Ket Halpak,> Visser Three said.

66 <That is your name, isn't it? Your original Hork-Bajir name? You've
run us a nice chase, but it's time to come home now.>

Visser Three seldom bothered to whisper his thought-speak. I guess when
you're that powerful it never occurs to you to worry that someone might
overhear.

Ket Halpak, he had called the Hork-Bajir. So it was not Jara Hamee. This
was his kalashi. His wife.

They had her surrounded. Two humans carrying shotguns and Visser Three,
armed with all the lightning speed of an Andalite. Not to mention morphs
from all the dark corners of the galaxy.

There was no way to save the Hork-Bajir female. I'd have to take Visser
Three out, and that wasn't going to happen. See, Andalites - even false
Andalites - are impossible to sneak up on.

Those extra stalk eyes, turning this way and that, always looking in
every direction, made it impossible.

Unless . . .

Unless there was a distraction. I knew the Swainson's hawk tended to
roost in one particular elm tree. The light was too dim to see him. He
might not even be there. But if he was . . .

I flapped hard to gain altitude. Not too much, there wasn't time. Just
enough. Forty feet. Fifty

67 feet. Sixty feet. Then ... I folded my wings and plummeted toward the
ground.

"Tseeeeeeeeer!" I screamed in the voice of a red-tail.

"Tseeeeeeeeer!" I called again, making sure the Swainson's hawk would
hear me.

And down I came, wings back and tail narrowed for maximum speed. I aimed
straight for Visser Three.

If the Swainson's hawk wasn't home, I was toast.

Then, a rustling sound from the elm! From the corner of my eye I saw
wings flapping. The Swainson's was coming out to defend his territory
against the pushy red-tail.

I've never been so relieved to see a fellow hawk.

<That bird! It's probably one of them!> Visser Three shouted, pointing
at the Swainson's.

The two human-Controllers spun and raised their shotguns to their
shoulders. And Visser Three, bless his evil heart, turned his stalk eyes
toward what he thought was a threat.

<l'm a friend of Jara Hamee,> I said to the Hork-Bajir. <Get ready!>

Talons forward! Beak thrust out! A sudden flaring of wings to adjust the
angle and . . .

Strike!

69 My talons raked Visser Three's exposed stalk eyes from behind.

<ARRRRRHHHH!> Visser Three bellowed in pain.

<Now, RUN!> I told the Hork-Bajir.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The shotguns fired.

And we were out of there! Out! Of! There!

The Hork-Bajir bolted. I flapped like my life depended on it. It did.

The Swainson's hawk turned so hard, so fast, I thought he'd been hit.
But then he was hauling his tail feathers outta there, too.

<Andalite filth!> I heard Visser Three scream in my head.

But by then I was out over the trees and the Hork-Bajir was running
flat-out below me, and I was just screaming like an idiot from the sheer
insane rush of it all.

<Yesss! Yesss! Bird-boy shoots, he scores! Yah-HAH!>

68

lara Hamee and Ket Halpak were reunited in the shelter of the cave.

We were all exhausted and scared and confused. But we also had that
slightly lunatic rush that comes from cheating death.

Marco and Cassie were both fretting about being late getting home. And
everyone was getting close to the two-hour morphing limit. But despite
all that, it was kind of sweet seeing the two Hork-Bajir together.

They didn't exactly hug. I guess hugging doesn't work all that well when
you have blades all over. Ket Halpak did touch the healing wound Jara
Hamee had made in his own head.

<Look, we have to get out of here,> Rachel

70 said. She was still in her Hork-Bajir form. <l'll be grounded for the
weekend if I don't get home. And I have the feeling we're going to be
busy this weekend, so I can't get grounded.>

<Your mom wouldn't ground a Packard Foundation Outstanding Student,
would she?> I asked.

There was a kind of embarrassed silence. I wasn't supposed to know about
Rachel's award.

<lt's not that big a deal,> Rachel said. She looked down at the ground.

<What do we do about these guys?> Jake asked. He was still in tiger
morph. There were scratches and cuts on his sinuous orange-and-black
fur. While I was off rescuing Ket Halpak, there had been a skirmish
between the rest of my friends and some Controllers.

No one had been hurt. But once again, I wasn't there when the real
fighting started.

<You guys go on home,> I told the others. <l'll keep watch over our
Hork-Bajir friends here.>

<You can't keep watch all night,> Rachel protested.

<Hey, I have nothing else to do. I'll take a perch in the tree by the
cave entrance. Not a problems

<l will help keep watch, too,> Ax chimed in.

<let's, um, go outside and talk about this,>

71 Jake said. To the Hork-Bajir he said, <Jara and Ket? You have to stay
in this cave till we come and get you. Tomorrow some time.>

"What will you do with Ket Halpak and Jara Hamee?" Jara asked.

<We really don't know yet,> Jake answered honestly.

"We will wait. Here."

"We fellana ... we thank you," Ket said.

Outside it had definitely turned dark now. No stars in the sky yet, but
it was just a matter of minutes. Everyone demorphed while Ax and I kept
a nervous watch.

"Okay, so what do we do about this?" Jake asked, once everyone but me
was normal again.

I kept pace with the others by flitting from branch to branch. I'd let
them walk a little way ahead, then fly a few yards ahead of them and
wait till they caught up.

"We have two real live aliens," Rachel said. "We could take them to the
media. How can you deny there is a Yeerk conspiracy when you see those two?"

<There is already a real, live alien among you,> Ax pointed out. <Me.
But I have learned about human society. Humans invent all sorts of
things that are not true. I have seen photographs of aliens in human
newspapers. Do most people believe them?>

72 "Those aren't real newspapers," Marco said. "No one with half a brain
believes those supermarket tabloids."

"And how do we know which newspapers and which TV networks are already
infiltrated by the Yeerks?" Cassie said. "We could end up handing the
Hork-Bajir right back to the Yeerks."

"Well, what exactly are we supposed to do with Romeo and Juliet back
there?" Marco asked sarcastically. "Rent them an apartment? Buy them a
house? Get them jobs? I mean, they are just slightly obvious. You know?
People are probably going to notice them if they start shopping at the
mall."

We all laughed. But it was a brief laugh. The truth is, we didn't know
what to do.

<Those two may be the only free Hork-Bajir in all the galaxy,> Ax said.
<The only two free Hork-Bajir in existences

"Like members of an endangered species," Cassie said thoughtfully. "The
last two free Hork-Bajir. Maybe the last hope of their kind."

"Oh, man," Marco groaned. "Cassie, don't start in with the ecology
stuff, okay? Those are not a pair of spotted owls or humpback whales
back there."

<l must stop here,> Ax said. <We are close to the edge of the forest.>

Everyone stopped. Even though they all were

73 real anxious to get home to be yelled at by their various parents, no
one left.

"What Cassie said may be true," Jake pointed out. "These two are an
endangered species. What do you do with an endangered species?"

Cassie shrugged. "You find them a safe, protected environment. And then
you hope they have lots of little Hork-Bajir, and somehow the species
survives."

"Dm, hello. This is Earth," Marcosaid. "There is no safe place for an
alien that looks like a mix of gargoyle and a lawn mower."

<Yes, there is,> I said.

Four human heads and one Andalite set of eyes all turned to stare up at me.

"Where?" Rachel asked.

<l know a place. Way up in the mountains. A valley. There are caves and
fresh water streams. It's hidden.>

The picture of the place was clear in my mind. I could see it perfectly.
I saw a beautiful waterfall. I saw tall trees that practically blotted
out the sky in some areas. And a wide meadow filled with wildflowers. In
my mind I could even imagine the place being home to Hork-Bajir.

<Maybe we could take them there,> I suggested.

Jake shrugged. "We don't have any better plan. Right?"

75 "Right now I need to think about what story I'm going to tell my dad
when I get home," Marco said. "Tomorrow we can worry about taking Adam
and Eve Hork-Bajir off to Tobias's Garden of Eden."

Not a bad description, I thought. That was a little what the valley was
like. I could see the place as clearly in my mind as any place I had
ever been.

There was just one little problem. I'd never been there. I'd never
actually seen it.

And I had no idea where the lovely pictures in my mind had come from.

74

J. usually spent the night in my favorite nighttime perch. It's a high
branch, up in the very middle of an incredibly old oak. I like the rough
oak bark because it's easy to hold onto. I can sink my talons deep and
drift off to my dreams.

My regular perch is deep within the tree because it keeps me out of
sight of the night predators. The raccoons and foxes and wolves all work
at night. They don't worry me too much. Wolves and foxes don't climb
trees very well.

I do keep an eye out for raccoons because they can climb when they want
to. And they are nasty, dangerous enemies. But it's a rare raccoon that
can climb my tree without my hearing him.

76 I worry more about owls. Not that they usually prey on something as
large and tough as a red-tailed hawk. Mostly they eat mice, same as I
do. But they still scare me because they have powers I don't have.

I'm used to having this edge over all the other creatures. In the
daylight I hear better than most animals, and I see better than any of
them. My vision is many times better than human vision. If I were at
home plate and you were holding a book open way out in right field, I'd
be able to read it. If you were walking by on the other side of the
street, I'd be able to see a flea crawling around in your hair. But
that's all in daylight. At night I see a little better than a human ...
I mean, better than a normal human. But not much better.

That's why the owls scare me. They see through darkness like I see
through daylight. To an owl I'm as visible as if I were outlined in
bright red flashing neon. And an owl doesn't make any noise as it flies
in for the kill. No noise. None.

It makes me nervous. But what can you do? I guess everyone has problems,
right?

But at night as I listen for the sounds of raccoons scrabbling and open
my eyes to watch the ghostly owls do their killing work, I wish I had a
house.

If you asked me what I think of being a red-

77 tailed hawk, I'd give you two different answers, depending on the
time of day. When the sun is up, and the thermals are piling up the tall
clouds, and I'm riding the high breezes a million miles above the humans
who crawl along below me ... well, then I'd say it's great.

But at night, when I cower on my branch and peer half-blind through the
leaves at a cold moon and can only listen to the sounds of the night
predators doing their work, well, that's different.

This particular night was different for a couple of reasons. I was not
on my regular perch. I was in a scruffy pine tree that was located near
the cave. I was standing guard over the Hork-Bajir, listening for any
threats to them. I was out of my normal territory, in an unfamiliar
tree. And I was jumpy.

As I sat there with my talons dug into bark, I heard the high-pitched
squeal of a mouse.

I drifted back toward sleep. I tried to remember what it had been like
to sleep in a bed at night. But I couldn't really remember. I could only
imagine what it was like for the others.

Cassie, Jake, Marco, Rachel, all asleep in their beds. All with covers
pulled up and pillows fluffed. Alarm clocks glowing on their night-stands.

I heard a sound. My eyes opened. I peered down through the branches and
saw a shape like

78 a deformed deer, ghostly pale in the filtered moonlight.

<Hi, Ax-man,> I said.

<Hello, Tobias. You heard me? I was trying to be silent.>

<You're very quiet. For a big old four-legged, two-handed, four-eyed,
scorpion-tailed alien.>

Ax laughed. <0ne of these nights I may show you.>

<Hah. Right. And eagles may fly out of my butt.>

<ls that possible?> Ax asked, sounding alarmed.

<No. See, that's why it's funny.>

<l understand^ Ax said, clearly not understanding at all.

Nights in the forest have gotten a bit better since Ax joined our little
group. Having him around is not exactly like being in a nice, snug bed.
But it's good to have someone to talk to. The other forest animals don't
have much to say.

<0ur two Hork-Bajir are pretty quiet in there,> I told Ax. <They were
talking earlier. Mostly in their own language. But even then they used
some English words. Why is that?>

<The Hork-Bajir were never a very intellectual species,> Ax said, with a
hint of snobbery. <Their own language was primitive. It only had about
five hundred words. That's what we learned in

79 school, anyway. I suppose it's true. I guess for duty here on Earth,
the Yeerks thought they should be able to speak a few words of a human
languages

<l didn't mean to eavesdrop on them,> I said. <But it was easy for me to
hear. They kept using some Hork-Bajir word. It sounded like kawatnoj.
Something like that, anyway.>

<l don't know the word,> Ax admitted. <l don't speak Hork-Bajir. I'll
ask them tomorrow what it means.>

<Maybe you shouldn't. They don't seem to like you Andalites.>

<We tried to save them from the Yeerks,> Ax said with sudden anger. <We
failed, yes. But we did try. Why should they hate us?>

<l don't know, Ax-man. Maybe they've had Yeerks in their heads for so
long they've just absorbed the Yeerk hatred of Andalites.>

<Well. The Yeerks should hate us. We An-dalites will defeat them in the
end! And of course, you humans will help, too.>

I laughed silently. I like Ax, but he is a bit arrogant about his own
species.

<l guess I'll go patrol around again,> Ax said. <l haven't seen or heard
anything unusual, though. Do you really think we can lead these
Hork-Bajir safely to this mountain valley you mentioned earlier?>

80 I didn't answer. Mentioning the valley just reminded me. <Ax? Have
you ever just had information pop into your head and not know where it
came from?>

<No. I don't think so. Maybe something I forgot and then remembered later.>

<No, this is like stuff I couldn't possibly know. It's like . . . > I froze.

Taxxons!

They were crawling through the woods. I could see them in my mind - huge
centipedes, each as big around as a redwood tree. They moved on dozens
of rows of needle-sharp legs. They held the upper third of their bodies
erect, keeping their fragile rows of upper legs clear of the ground.

I could see them in my mind! I could see the gasping round mouths ringed
with teeth. I could seethe jelly-glob eyes.

<Tobias?> Ax asked, sounding concerned.

<Taxxons,> I said. <There are definitely Taxxons coming!>

<Where?> Ax asked in alarm. His tail cocked back, ready for a fight.

<l . . . they're coming. !...>! looked around me at the dark woods. No
sign of anything strange. Let alone Taxxons. But I was dead sure they
were coming, just the same.

<Ax? You know how I was just talking about

81 knowing things I couldn't possibly know? It just happened again. Just
now. There are like a dozen Taxxons coming this way. Somehow they can
smell the Hork-Bajir. Like bloodhounds.>

All four of Ax's eyes looked up at me. He looked grim. <Taxxon trackers
can sense warm flesh from miles away, as long as they have a sample.
They're a special breed of Taxxon. How did you know that? How did you
know Taxxon trackers hunt by smell?>

<l don't know, Ax. But I am sure going to find out,> I said angrily.
<Someone or something is using me, and I don't like it very much.>

Ax ignored my outburst. <lf the Yeerks have sent Taxxons, they'll back
them up with Hork-Bajir or humans. No amount of Taxxons could ever
destroy a pair of Hork-Bajir. Jara Hamee and Ket Halpak could slice up
Taxxons all day.>

<Can we throw the Taxxons off the scent?> I asked.

<No. If they have smelled these Hork-Bajir, nothing will throw them off.>

<Then we have to move the Hork-Bajir. Now. Taxxons can't be all that
fast. But we need to move out. Ax? I can get the Hork-Bajir started. You
have to get to Jake quickly. Tell him what's happening.>

<Yes, Tobias. I'll do that. But how will we find you if you're busy
hiding from the Yeerks?>

82 <Take to the air. You all have bird of raptor morphs - eagles,
ospreys, falcons. Use them. There's nothing raptor eyes can't find. I'll
be heading toward the mountains.>

Heading toward the mountains with a pair of Hork-Bajir, while someone or
something used me like a sock puppet.

Well, that was going to change. I was the predator. I was the hunter. No
one was going to use me.

83 < Jara Hamee, we have to go. Right now,> I told the Hork-Bajir as Ax
ran off into the night.

Jara stuck his bladed snakelike head out through the bushes. "What has
happened?"

<Taxxons are tracking you.>

I swear he went pale. His narrow eyes widened in fear. "Taxxon," he
said, as if the very word made him want to spit.

But he reacted very quickly after that. He went back into the cave and
came back out with Ket. I still couldn't really tell one of them from
the other. At least not in the dark.

"Dark," Ket said, looking around.

<Yeah, I know. But I guess that won't stop the Taxxons. So let's get going.>

84 But how exactly we were supposed to move through the pitch-black
forest, I had no idea. I couldn't see. And to my disappointment, the
Hork-Bajir were not all that good at seeing in the dark, either.

It was tough going. I couldn't exactly drag my feathers through thorn
bushes. The Hork-Bajir couldn't fly. And it was totally dark. The kind
of dark you only get when you are a long way from the lights of homes
and cars and streetlamps. It was so dark you couldn't see a tree till
you ran into it. It was like being blind.

I rode on Jara Hamee's horns, just like I had with Rachel. Only we were
moving more slowly and trying not to leave tracks.

"Where?" Jara Hamee asked. "Go where?"

<l don't really know,> I grumbled. <l guess the little voice in my head
will tell me.>

The Hork-Bajir grunted, like that made perfect sense to him. "My head
voice told me to run."

<When? What voice?>

I couldn't see his face, so I couldn't see his expression. Not that I
would have known what a Hork-Bajir expression meant, anyway. "Ket
Hal-pak and Jara Hamee at Yeerk pool. Yeerk drained out. Yeerk in pool.
Head voice say, 'Run. Go that way!'"

I sighed and narrowly avoided getting slapped

85 in the face by a branch. Talking to Hork-Bajir is frustrating.

<You're saying the idea just popped into your head to run away from the
Yeerk pool?> I asked.

"Head say, 'Run, Jara Hamee. Take Ket Hal-pak. Run and be free. Run from
Yeerks.' I ask how? How will Jara Hamee and Ket Halpak be free? Head
say, 'I will send a guide.'"

<What?>

"Head say, 'Run, Jara Hamee -'"

<No, that last part. About a guide.>

"Head voice say, 'I will send a guide.'"

<Who? Me?>

The Hork-Bajir didn't answer. I was quickly coming to realize that
Hork-Bajir don't really get a lot of things. Speech seems unnatural to
them. And it's true, they are not the geniuses of the universe. Which
was fine.

But I was getting more and more annoyed by the whole thing. I had been
moved around, put in one place or another. Things I couldn't possibly
know had popped into my head. I was being used. And I really didn't like
the idea of that.

I deeply didn't like the idea of that.

<0kay, that does it. Stop,> I told the two Hork-Bajir.

They stopped. The two big monsters just stood there in the dark between
trees and waited.

"We go now?"

86 <No.>

"Taxxons coming."

<Yep,> I said. <l know.>

"We go now?"

<Nope. Not until I get some answers,> I said defiantly. <This little
parade stops right here until I get some ->

By the time I'd said <answers> I was not in the forest anymore. I was
not anywhere. Not anywhere I could understand, at least.

I felt myself floating. Hanging in the air, only there wasn't any air. I
wasn't flying, just floating.

There was light, a beautiful blue-green sort of light. It didn't come
from any one place, though. It just seemed to be coming from everywhere
at once.

One thing was for sure - I was not in the forest anymore.

HELLO, TOBIAS. WE MEET AGAIN.

The voice was huge, but not harsh. It filled my brain and seemed to
resonate throughout my body. My feathers quivered. My fingers tingled.

Fingers?

And only then did I begin to realize that I was changed.

I looked down at my body. And somehow, in a way I can't explain, I
seemed to be seeing through my body, too. It was as if I could see

87 everything, from every angle at once. Like I was seeing myself
through a million different eyes.

I was no longer a red-tailed hawk. But I was not human, either. At least
not the way I had once been human.

I had arms that were wings. I had legs that ended in talons. I had a
beak, but it was a mouth, too.

I know this all sounds crazy. I know it's impossible to really imagine
it very well. But somehow I was both a human and a bird and some third
thing that was in between the two.

We had seen many incredible things since we'd first found a dying
Andalite prince in an abandoned construction site. I've seen Yeerks and
all their tools - the Taxxons, the Gedds, the Hork-Bajir. I've seen
Andalites and met the Chee, the androids in human form. I've traveled
through time and to the Yeerk pool and into orbit in spaceships.

But there was only one species that could do this. Only one species that
could own that huge head-filling voice.

"The Ellimist," I said in an actual voice that came from my own mouth.

Then, from the vague turquoise fog around me, I saw it flying toward me.
It was a bird of prey. A raptor. Some undefinable shape, part fal-

88 con, part eagle, part hawk. It had a snow-white belly and
reddish-brown back and a tail that spread to show a dusky rainbow of colors.

The bird flew to me, then stopped and floated in midair.

YES, TOBIAS. ELLIMIST. OR AT LEAST AN ELLIMIST.

It laughed and the whole turquoise universe laughed along.

"So you're the puppet master," I said. "I should have known. But this
isn't how you looked last time we saw you."

The bird shape smiled. Don't ask me how it smiled with a beak. It just
did. I chose a shape

YOU WOULD IDENTIFY WITH.

"Baloney. You know better than that. You know I'm human."

ARE YOU? YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE A HUMAN TO ME.

I felt a queasiness in my stomach. I looked at the body I had. A body
that was equal parts boy and bird.

"What do you want from me? Why are you making me do things I don't want
to do?"

WHAT HAVE I MADE YOU DO, TOBIAS?

"You put me in places I don't want to be. You've dragged me into this
stupid mess with these two Hork-Bajir."

The Ellimist dissolved from bird to human. But not entirely human. He
was a human with wings. He looked like I did at that moment. And

89 when he spoke again, it was with a simple, human voice.

"Once I put you and your friends in a position to give your own former
species a chance. I looked deep into the future, and found a way to help
you - without using my power directly. And now, you are in a position to
help the Hork-Bajir. Do they not deserve the same chance as humans?"

"You're trying to save the Hork-Bajir race from the Yeerks?"

The Ellimist smiled again and shook his head. "We do not interfere. We
do not use our power for one species against another."

"Bull," I said.

The Ellimist let that go with just a faint smile. "I will not force you,
Tobias. And I will not guarantee you will even succeed. There is every
chance you will die and the two Hork-Bajir will die, and all will have
been a waste."

"Thanks. That really cheers me up," I said. "Why me? Why stick me with
this job? What am I, some kind of hero?"

The Ellimist didn't laugh. "Tobias, you are a beginning. You are a point
on which an entire time line may turn."

I guess that should have made me feel important. But it didn't. I wasn't
interested in being flattered.

91 "You want my help?" I asked the Ellimist. "Fine. Then I want yours.
You're just about all-powerful, according to Ax. You can make entire
galaxies disappear if you want. I don't know why you don't just make
things happen the way you want them to. But, hey, whatever." I looked
him right in the eyes. Right into eyes that were a disturbing mirror
image of my own.

"You want me to lead these Hork-Bajir to this place you've put in my
head? Fine. But I want to get paid for my services."

"And what do you want, Tobias?"

"You know what I want," I said, almost choking on the words. "You know."

"Yes. But do you know what you want, Tobias?" the Ellimist asked. "And
if you get it, will you still know?"

And suddenly, without any sensation of movement, I was back in the dark
of the forest.

90

It was a long night. I can tell you that for sure. A very long night.
Even the Hork-Bajir were worn out by the time the first faint gray of
predawn started to appear.

The whole time I was waiting to see a bunch of Taxxons suddenly show up,
followed by heavily armed Hork-Bajir. Or else Visser Three in one of his
awful morphs. Every shadow looked like it could be an enemy.

And I had other enemies in the forest to worry about. I was extremely
aware of the fact that any number of other birds and various hungry
mammals were noticing me and thinking maybe I'd make a nice snack.

But I was riding atop a Hork-Bajir. And none

92 of the forest predators could quite figure out how to deal with that.
At one point a pair of wolves, probably scouting for their pack, stood a
few dozen yards away and watched us pass.

Wolves are very smart animals. They didn't know what the Hork-Bajir
were. But they knew for sure they didn't want to mess with them.

Deer scampered away from us. Owls dismissed us. We were obviously not
mice, and that's all the owls cared about. Foxes slunk away. Raccoons
froze. Only the forest's most fearless creature ignored us and went on
about its business.

In fact, I had to stop Ket Halpak from stepping on one.

<Stop! Stop! Nobody move!> I yelled, having seen the warning stripes of
this most fearsome animal.

"Yeerks?" Jara Hamee responded.

"Taxxons?" Ket Halpak asked fearfully.

<No. Worse. A skunk. Just let it go on its way. Nobody move a muscle
till it's gone.>

"Hah! Small animal! Not kill Jara Hamee!"

<No, it won't kill you. It'll just make you wish you were dead.>

I didn't know how much ground we had covered by the time we finally took
a rest. I can't judge distances on the ground very well anymore. All I
knew was that the sky was a shade lighter than absolute black. And the
Hork-Bajir had

93 started to stumble a lot. They were beat. And I was starving.

<Do you need something to eat?> I asked the two Hork-Bajir.

"We eat," Jara Hamee agreed. Without any delay, he walked over to a
tree. A pine of some sort. He drew back and slashed at the tree trunk
with his elbow blade.

SCCCRRAAACK!

He sliced it straight up, opening about a three-foot gash in the bark.
With his wrist blade, he began to slice the bark away in chunks ranging
from a few inches long to almost a foot square.

He tossed slabs of the stripped bark to his mate and took some for himself.

<That's what you eat?>

"Yes."

<ls that how you eat back on your own world?>

He chewed the bark and seemed to be looking far off. "When Jara Hamee
small, Jara Hamee eat from the Kanver. Eat from the Lewhak. Eat from the
tali Fit Fit."

<Are those all trees? I mean, are they like these trees?>

"Better," Ket Halpak said.

"Better," Jara Hamee agreed.

I got the feeling Jara thought he might have

94 insulted me by dissing Earth trees. "Earth tree good," he added.

"Earth tree good," Ket Halpak agreed.

It made me smile inside. There were times when my life was just so
utterly insane I could only laugh. A pair of goblins from some
far-distant planet were worried they'd hurt my feelings because they
didn't like pine bark.

Then, like a light going off in my head, I realized something. <Jara,
Ket? Is that why Hork-Bajir have blades? To strip the bark from trees?>

Ket Halpak stood up. I was sitting on a rotting log, so she towered
above me like a skyscraper. She pointed to her elbow blade. "For
straight cut." Indicating her wrist blade, she said, "For taking off."

Sticking out her knee, she explained, "For down by ground."

<For the bottom of trees,> I said. <Each of the blades has a special
use. Each one is for harvesting tree bark.>

"Yes."

She sat back down and took another chunk of bark.

<They aren't weapons? You don't use them to defend yourselves from
enemies? To kill prey?>

Jara Hamee looked right at me. "Hork-Bajir have no enemy. No prey.
Hork-Bajir not kill.

95 Yeerk kill. Yeerk kill Andaiite. Andalite kill Yeerk. Hork-Bajirdie."

<You're caught in the middle. But that's why the Yeerks took over your
race - the blades. They made you deadly, once the Yeerk evil was in your
head. You're the ultimate soldiers. All because you're adapted to eating
tree bark.>

The Hork-Bajir had nothing else to say. They went back to eating.

<Look, I have to go for a while. I ... um, I have to go get food, too.>

Ket Halpak held out a chunk of bark. "Our food yours."

<Thanks. But I need a different food.>

I didn't tell them what I ate or how I got it.

You know, it's strange. I never feel guilty about being a predator when
I'm with humans. After all, good old Homo sapiens is the king of all
predators.

But these deadly looking Hork-Bajir were not predators at all. Despite
their looks, they were no more dangerous than a deer with a large rack
of antlers.

They were just victims. Just a species that had the bad luck to look
fearsome. And now they were caught up in a war between Yeerks and the
rest of the free species of the galaxy.

I thought of all the battles we'd had with

96 Hork-Bajir. They had come close to killing me more than once. I had
hated and feared them. Now I just felt sorry for them.

And I felt sorrier still, because I knew that my friends and I would
fight against Hork-Bajir again in the future.

<l'll be back in half an hour or so,> I said as I took wing. <Don't
worry. I won't leave you.>

97 s I flew up through the trees, I saw the sun just peeking up over the
rim of the earth in the east. It instantly lit the treetops with gold.
It was a beautiful sight. Golden leaves and dark shadows beneath, and
clouds all red on one side and still night-gray on the other.

It felt good to be up off the ground. It felt good to have air beneath
my wings and a cold clean breeze in my face. I'd spent the night
clinging to a Hork-Bajir's horns and slogging through the brush. That
was no place for a bird. Or even for a human in bird shape.

The air was still flat, no thermals, no up-drafts, so I had to work
hard. But it felt good,

98 flapping my wings and stretching my cramped muscles.

I would miss this when I became human again. Would the Ellimist give me
back my human body and let me keep the morphing power? I hoped so. I'd
hate to think I would never fly again.

Below me I spotted an opening. Not even a meadow, really, just a small
clearing with tall grass and fallen logs and the telltale burrow
openings of rats and voles and other tasty morsels.

But I had to be careful. This clearing probably belonged to someone.
Another hawk, possibly. Not to mention other species.

I had to get in and out fast. Get in, make my kill, and bail.

I swept the ground with my laser-sharp eyes, looking for the tiny
movements that would betray a mouse or a rat. Sometimes, when the light
is just right and the hunger is sharp, it's almost like I can see right
through the ground. Like I can see the mice in their warm burrows.

Maybe that's why I didn't see the danger. Maybe it was because I was
totally focused on eating.

I did spot a rat, though. A nice, plump thing, waddling along toward his
own breakfast. I dived from up high.

99 Then I hit a sudden air pocket! It threw me off-balance and I nearly
splattered myself into the dirt. I yanked back just in time and lost my rat.

<0h, man!> I complained. <Whatever happened to the good old days, when
breakfast was a nice easy bowl of Wheaties?>

Well, it would be that way again soon. As soon as the Ellimist kept his
promise to me. A warm bed at night and a nice, easy breakfast in the
morning.

Not that that's how it had been when I was human. I hadn't exactly been
in a nice, normal family. See, both my folks left a long time ago. After
that I just got passed around from one aunt or uncle to another.

When I was stuck in morph and disappeared from the human world, I don't
even know if any of them looked for me.

I shoved those thoughts aside. I flapped my wings, ready for takeoff.
But I just cleared the tops of the tall grasses when -

WHAM!

I was hit! It was like someone had thrown a brick at me. I was down,
fluttering in the grass, beating my wings in terror.

What hit me? What the ... what the heck was happening?

And only then did I see it poking through the

100 grass - an intelligent, curious face, tawny fur, four big paws, and
a body that might have been three feet long from its nose to the end of
the weirdly curved, short tail that gave the beast its name.

Bobcat!

The wind had been knocked out of me, and I practically fell apart when I
saw the big cat.

It circled around me, watching me curiously. Wondering if I would fight
back. Calm brown and gold eyes surveyed me as I would survey a wounded rat.

The hawk in me wanted to flap its wings and try to scare the cat away.
But the human in me knew I'd have only one chance. I was fast, but the
bobcat was like lightning. And it was powerful. It had hit me with one
big paw and knocked me silly. A blow that was so graceful it had almost
seemed to be slow motion. And yet it was so fast I hadn't had a chance
to even think about dodging.

How had I been so careless? How could I have missed a bobcat in the
bushes? Now I was going to die because of my carelessness.

I stood on my talons, awkward and helpless on the ground. But as I stood
my ground, I closed one talon around a stick. It was a bare twig really,
no more than two feet long.

I stared hard at the bobcat. It could already

101 taste hawk meat. If I moved, it would lunge. If I didn't move, it
would still lunge.

One chance . . . one small, desperate chance. I had to hit its eyes
before it could sink its teeth into me.

The hawk in my head screamed Fly! Fly! Fly!

But the human in me said no. The hawk couldn't win this fight. Only the
human could. I clutched the stick tightly.

Lunge! The bobcat flew at me.

I jerked back, bringing the stick up off the ground.

"Yowwwrrr!" the bobcat howled as the sharp stick poked his left eye.

<0kay, now we can fly!> I flapped and I motored my little taloned feet
along the ground and I hauled like I've never hauled before.

But the cat was after me. One step. Two steps, and it had caught up with
me! Then it stopped. It turned. I saw it stare. I saw its back fur rise
in alarm.

Over the bobcat loomed a shape as big around as a redwood tree. Three
rows of tiny, weak claws snapped and clawed at the air. The gigantic
centipede head drew back, and I could see two of the red-jelly eye clusters.

Taxxon!

Down came the round red mouth!

Down on the bobcat! And the Taxxon swal-

102 lowed the cat in a single bite before the shocked animal could
figure out what to do.

I was already flapping my way clear of the ground. Thorns and twigs and
raspy grass ripped at me, pulling out feathers, but I didn't care about
a few feathers right then.

I found a breeze and I thanked Mother Nature for giving me wings. I shot
up and up and up till I was at treetop level. Only then did I even look
back.

They were crawling across the clearing and through the trees. A dozen of
them. Taxxons! Out in daylight. Out where some unlucky hiker could see them.

It was insane! Totally insane!

Behind the Taxxon trackers marched a virtual army of Hork-Bajir
warriors. And with the Hork-Bajir were dozens of human-Controllers, all
armed to the teeth.

It hit me then with full force. The Yeerks didn't care about being
careful. The Yeerks were going to capture the two fugitive Hork-Bajir.
No matter the cost. No matter who died.

It was pure Yeerk ruthlessness unleashed.

This was an army. An entire army against me and two decent, simple, and
not-very-bright Hork-Bajir.

And I still hadn't had breakfast.

103 X was shaking pretty badly by the time I got back up into the blue.
And then the first thing I saw was a peregrine falcon riding high.

Peregrines won't usually mess with hawks, but I wasn't exactly feeling
cocky right at that moment. I didn't need any more trouble. I just
wanted to get back to my two Hork-Bajir and get us all out of there.

<Tobias? Is that you down there, by any chance?>

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. It was Jake.

<0h, man, am I glad to hear your voice, Jake,> I said. <The woods are
full of Taxxons and Hork-Bajir and human-Controllers and anything else
the Yeerks can throw at us.>

104 Not to mention hungry bobcats, I added silently.

<Yeah, we noticed,> Jake said. <They almost marched right into a couple
of guys out fishing in one of the streams. We managed to scare the
fishermen off, or they'd be Taxxon meat now.>

<We? The others are with you?> I searched the sky. Yes. A bald eagle. An
osprey. <l see Rachel and either Cassie or Marco,> I said.

<Ax is on the ground. Marco is around somewhere. Oh, there! Above you!>

I looked up just in time to see an osprey come ripping down through a
wisp of low clouds in a stoop.

<Yee-hah! Tobias!> Marco yelled giddily. <Gotcha!>

<This is so not the time to be messing with me!> I yelled. <l was about
one feather away from being kitty food. And I'm hungry and I'm tired and
I'm mad.>

<Chill, Tobias,> Jake said kindly. <You can relax. We're all here to
help you now.>

I heard Cassie's thought-speak voice coming from fairly far away.
<Tobias, we've been thinking. You know how you seem to keep ending up in
just the right place at just the right time?>

<0r just the wrong place, depending on how you look at it,> I muttered.

<We're thinking maybe there is some

105 other. . . power. Some force. Some person interfering with you. Kind
of manipulating you.>

If it had been anyone but Cassie, I would have probably said something
sarcastic. Like <No, duh.> But it's impossible to be sarcastic to
Cassie. <Yeah, it definitely is someone messing with me,> I said. <An
old friend of ours.>

<Who?>

<it seems the Ellimist is trying to save the Hork-Bajir. Not that he'll
admit that>

<Hmm. Ax was right,> Cassie said. <He guessed it was the Ellimist.>

Rachel was close enough now to communicate. <Yeah, and you know how Ax
feels about that guy. Or creature. Or whatever the Ellimist is. Ax says
to watch your butt. The Ellimist plays games with people.>

I thought of the Ellimist's promise to me. To give me what I most
wanted. But when I recalled the conversation, I couldn't exactly
remember an actual promise.

I felt a chill in my bones. Had the Ellimist really promised to make me
human again?

<Are you okay, Tobias?> Rachel asked. I could tell from her tone that it
was a private message. Only I could hear it.

<Yeah. I guess so,> I said. <The Ellimist says he'll . . . he'll . . .
you know. Make me human again.>

106 Somehow putting it in actual words didn't sound right. And yet that
was what I wanted. To be human again. To live like the others. To eat
cold cereal and fried eggs for breakfast instead of hunting and killing.
To walk. To spend my nights inside, in a bed. To sit down and watch TV.
Or just to sit at all.

<Tobias, that would be so great!> Rachel said.

<Yeah. But like Ax said, the Ellimist plays games. And we still have to
save the Hork-Bajir without getting wiped out ourselves.>

In a thought-speak voice Jake and Cassie and Marco could hear, too, I
said, <Follow me, guys. I'll take you to our two alien friends.>

I turned at an angle to the breeze. It was coming up just behind my
right wing. It can be hard flying that way if the wind is too strong.
You have to keep correcting your direction because the wind will kind of
sneak up and push you off-course.

We flew hard and soon left the Yeerk army behind. I spotted the two
Hork-Bajir through the trees. They looked like they were talking.
Looking closer, I realized they were holding hands.

I felt embarrassed, just dropping out of the sky on them. <Hey, you
two,> I said. <l'm coming in. Some friends are with me.>

We landed in the trees. And now we were fac-

107 ing a serious decision. A life-and-death decision. The others were
all close to the two-hour time limit. They needed to demorph.

But so far we had not revealed our true species to the Hork-Bajir. If
they were ever recaptured by the Yeerks, the Yeerks would have access to
everything in their heads. Every memory.

<Jake?> I asked. <What are you guys going to do?>

<lt's a big gamble, letting these two know what we are,> he answered.

<l don't mean to get all CIA about this,> Marco said. <But if they know
we're human, they can't ever be captured by the Yeerks. I mean ->

<l know what you mean,> I interrupted.

<Probably better to be dead than a Controller, anyway,> Marco said.

<Easy for you to say,> Rachel said.

<Let me talk to them. Jara and Ket are my friends,> I said.

<Hork-Bajir?> Marco crowed. <These two walking Cuisinarts, these two
seven-foot-tall lawn mowers, these living razor blades are your friends?>

I ignored Marco. I looked at Jara Hamee. <Jara Hamee. I need to know
something. If the Yeerks capture you ->

He didn't even let me finish. He flung out a bladed arm, slashing the
air. Then, more care-

108 fully, he pointed at his own head. Right at the scar from the cut
he'd made. "No more Yeerk here. Free! Or no Jara Hamee. No Ket Halpak.
Only free!"

"Free or dead," Ket Halpak said harshly.

<l see why you like them, Tobias,> Rachel said. She fluttered down from
the tree. She began to demorph.

I heard Jake sigh. <Well, I guess we take a chance.>

Within a few minutes everyone was human again. Except me, of course.

I guess we surprised the Hork-Bajir. I don't know what they expected us
to be, but it wasn't human. The two big aliens just stood and stared.
And then, when they realized what Jake and Rachel and Cassie and Marco
actually were, they laughed.

"KeeeRAW! KeeeRAW!"

At least, I think it was laughter. Who knows how a Hork-Bajir laughs?

"Human folk!" Ket Halpak said, sounding amazed and possibly gleeful.

Jara Hamee looked at me. "You human folk?"

<l used to be,> I said. <l, um, well . . . well, I'm not exactly the
same as I used to be. I've changed.>

"Jara Hamee change, too. Not free. Now free."

109 That's when Ax came barreling through the woods and leaped right
into the middle of our little group. He was carrying a bag. In the bag
were shoes for the others. See, when you morph you can morph tight
clothing, but shoes just can't be done.

Ax set the bag down and stared in the way that only an Andalite can
stare - in all directions at once.

<This is very dangerous, letting them see what you are,> Ax said
heatedly. <These Hork-Bajir can never be recaptured. They can never be
taken alive now!>

<They won't be,> I said. <They're going to be free.>

"Free or dead!" Jara Hamee yelled.

"Okay, I definitely like these guys," Rachel said. She kind of cocked
her head and looked up at Jara Hamee. "Free or dead!" she yelled, just
as loudly as the Hork-Bajir had.

Cassie and Jake and I yelled it, too. With slightly less enthusiasm. In
my case, I'd been too close to being dead just a few minutes earlier.

"I'll give you two-to-one odds on 'dead,'" Marco said grimly. "And if we
all keep yelling with a bunch of Taxxons half a mile away, I'll make it
ten-to-one."

Rachel ran over, grabbed Marco by the shoul-

110 ders and gave him a good hard shake. "Come on, you big baby, say it
- free or dead!"

"Yeah, yeah, free or dead," Marco said. Then he laughed. "Rachel, you do
know you're insane, right?"

"Yes, but she's a Packard Foundation Outstanding Student who's insane,"
Cassie chimed in.

"I'm sure the Yeerks will be impressed," Marco said.

Jake smiled a curious smile at me. "Well? Let's get going."

111 o where exactly are we going?" Marco asked.

<We're going to wherever this valley is. The valley the Ellimist showed
me,> I said.

"Should we be singing that valderee, valdera, valderee,
valdera-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah song?" Marco asked. "I mean, we are
'a-wandering.'"

"Marco, you should never be singing anything," Rachel said. "I've heard
you sing."

We were a strange little parade. After an hour we had reached the lower
foothills of the mountains. And for the last two hours we'd been
climbing up those hills. Up and up.

Jake, Rachel, Cassie, and Marco were all in

112 their own human bodies. They were walking single file with the two
Hork-Bajir behind.

Ax was way out in front, scouting ahead. He was far faster than any of
the humans, and faster even than the Hork-Bajir. And Ax would be able to
handle it if he happened to bump into some enemy Hork-Bajir.

I flew cover. I did a slow circle that carried me all the way out to
where Ax was, then all around the area. That part was hard because there
was a steady headwind rolling down from the mountains. On the back side
of the circle I would drift around till I could see the first edge of
the pursuing Taxxons.

Between Ax and me, we figured we wouldn't be surprised by anything
leaping out at us.

But the more we climbed, the higher up the foothill paths we went, the
more worried I became. What was the point of leading Jara Hamee and Ket
Halpak to some secluded valley if we brought a whole Yeerk army with us?

Did the Ellimist have some clever plan? Probably not. The Eliimist
seemed to think he had to do the absolute minimum. He didn't mind
sticking his little finger into the time stream, but he didn't exactly
jump in all the way. I had the feeling we were on our own.

I drifted above my friends in time to hear Marco complain.

113 "I'm just saying, hey, is there some reason the Ellimist can't just
transport us wherever we're going? This hill-climbing is killing my
legs. Up and up and up."

"Are you going to whine the whole way?" Rachel asked.

"Yes," Marco confirmed. "That's the plan. Whine the whole way."

"I think it's nice," Cassie said. "I mean, we're out in nature.
Breathing fresh air. No noise or distractions. No TV or stereo blaring.
No cars. Just nature. Trees and animals."

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Cassie," Marco said. "What could be more
relaxing than going on a hike with a couple of fugitive space goblins
while being hunted by giant worms and probably Visser Three himself? And
all the time knowing we're following the plan of an all-powerful
galactic pain-in-the-butt who gets us to do all his dirty work?"

Cassie grinned. "Yeah, but while we're running from giant worms we're
breathing nice, fresh mountain air. Come on, Marco, you could use the
exercise." She got behind Marco and started to push him up the hill.
"Just keep telling yourself - we're having fun with nature, we're having
fun with nature."

"How about this - I'm hungry," Marco said just as I glided out of
hearing range.

114 He was hungry, I was hungry. Everyone was hungry, even the
Hork-Bajir, because we couldn't let them strip bark. That would have
made it even easier for the Yeerks to follow us.

Then I saw breakfast. Even though it was more like lunchtime. A mouse,
sitting right out in the open. It was digging seeds out of a fallen
pinecone.

I hesitated only for a moment. Then down I went.

It was a perfect strike.

I felt great. The hawk part of my mind has a pretty simple outlook on
life - when it eats, it's happy. And there is a very satisfying
sensation that comes from doing a job well. Even when the job is hunting
mice.

I was just back above the trees when I saw the disaster looming. And
heard that characteristic sound.

FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP -

<Helicopters!> I yelled. But the others were all too far away to hear
me. I cursed myself. Idiot! Idiot! While you were hunting, the Yeerks
brought in helicopters!

There were three of them, spread out over a mile or so. And they were
coming up fast.

I flew. But the wind coming down off the mountains was against me, and !
could barely

115 make progress. If those choppers flew over my friends, they'd spot
them in an instant. They'd see four humans, two big Hork-Bajir and an
An-dalite. And then everything would be over.

FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP -

The helicopters were getting near.

I used every flying trick I knew to get speed. I raced forward every
time the breeze slackened. I dropped down below the trees to avoid the
stronger gusts. And slowly I advanced.

<Jake! Rachel! If you can hear me, get off the trail and morph!>

They couldn't answer, of course, because they weren't in morph. I had no
way of knowing if they'd heard me.

<Jake! Rachel! Cassie! Marco! Helicopters coming!>

And just then, the first helicopter swept over me, roaring and ripping
up the air. It was like being caught in a tornado. The rotor wash
grabbed me and threw me sideways through the air.

F WO M P- F WO M P- F WO M P- F WO M P- F WO M P-FWOMP-FWOMP -

I hit a branch.

SNAP!

I felt a jolt of pain.

I flapped my wings, but only my right wing worked.

117 Then it hit me. The snap I'd heard had been my own bone.

I fell through the branches. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

I hit the ground and lay there, fluttering weakly, helpless. Helpless,
as only a flightless bird can be helpless.

Panic caught me up and carried me along. No! No! My friends needed me.
No! I couldn't just lie there on the leaves. No!

And then I saw the end coming for me. Not a bobcat. Not a Taxxon or a
Hork-Bajir or a Yeerk of any kind.

Just a humble, ordinary, everyday raccoon.

116

I he raccoon watched me from masked black eyes. I flared my one good
wing and snapped with my beak. But the raccoon was too smart and too
experienced to fall for my tricks.

It knew I was helpless.

FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP -

A second helicopter passed overhead, indifferent to the plight of a
crippled hawk.

The raccoon grabbed me by my broken wing and began to drag me. I was on
my back, being dragged by an animal not much bigger than a large tabby
cat. I snapped again and again, but I couldn't reach the raccoon with my
beak. I couldn't turn well enough to bring my talons to bear. And the
raccoon knew it.

118 I heard the gurgling sound of water rushing over stones. Horror
filled me. The fear was so terrible I almost fainted. You see, I knew
what was coming next.

People say raccoons wash their food. Actually, that's not true. Raccoons
do sometimes run water over their food, but it is not about cleanliness.

Raccoons are careful eaters. With their sensitive paws they dig through
the meat, feeling for anything they don't want. The water rushing over
their paws helps them feel.

The raccoon was going to eat me. And it didn't really care if I was
still alive.

<No! No! No!> I screamed to a deaf forest.

I felt ice-cold water flow through my feathers. And ! felt the busy
fingers of the raccoon.

<No! N00000!>

YOU ASKED ME FOR PAYMENT IN EXCHANGE FOR USING YOU. WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR
REWARD NOW?

The Ellimist!

<Now! Now! Yes, now would be a really good time!> I screamed.

IT IS DONE.

<What's done? Nothing is done, you lunatic! I'm still a bird!>

OF COURSE.

<Help me!>

The raccoon was literally looking down at me

119 like you might look at a steak. He was deciding where to bite first.

THE ANDALITE GAVE YOU POWER. USE IT.

I was too insane with terror to figure out what he was saying at first.
Then it dawned on me. <What? What? That's my reward? That's all? You're
giving me back my morphing power?>

IT'S WHAT YOU WANTED.

<l wanted to be human again!> I screamed. <You liar! You cheat! I want
to be human!>

But the Ellimist said nothing more. And my problem right then was the
raccoon. His tiny, razor-sharp teeth were descending toward me. So with
my last ounce of self-control, ignoring the searing pain in my wing, I
turned just enough to grab one of his hind legs in my weakened talon.

Focus, Tobias, I told myself. Focus or get eaten.

I focused. I concentrated with all my will. And to my utter amazement, I
saw the raccoon's eyes cloud over. I felt his grip weaken.

And like a miracle, I felt myself begin to "acquire" the raccoon. I felt
it become a part of me.

I had morphed only two animals. A cat. And a red-tailed hawk. I had
never escaped the red-tailed morph. I didn't have much experience
morphing. Not like the others.

And as I concentrated on the raccoon DNA inside me, I felt my beak begin
to soften ... my

120 talons begin to fatten . . . and my wings ... my glorious wings
began to shrink.

The raccoon - I mean the real raccoon - recoiled in surprise. He stepped
back and stared as I morphed into him.

It wasn't much of a change of size. Raccoons aren't much larger than
hawks. But everything else was different. My eyes were growing dim. And
suddenly I could smell as well as I could hear.

Feathers were melting into gray and black fur. I was morphing.

I was morphing!

The real raccoon had had enough. He was a smart, wily old scrapper, and
he knew better than to hang around in a place where birds turn into
raccoons. He waddled away.

I was safe. For now. Safe and becoming something I had never been
before. The sharp edge of terror started to recede and I could almost
enjoy what was happening.

I was morphing! I had the power again. I wouldn't have to sit on the
bench when the others went into danger.

I was back!

But not human.

It's what you wanted. That's what the Ellimist said. But he was a liar.
He was a cheat. He had tricked me. I wanted to be human. I wanted to be

121 human again, with my own hands and feet and eyes and mouth.

No time for that now, I told myself. Get to the others. Hurry!

I took off at a run. Amazing! It was amazing to be running. To be down
at ground level with things rushing past.

The ground was so close below me. It was scary, in a way. I kept
thinking, pull up, pull up! In my guts I felt this need for altitude.
It's dangerous, flying too close to the ground.

And no matter how I tried to hurry, the raccoon body was not built for
speed. It lumbered along. It seemed to need to stop constantly to sniff
at this or that.

It wasn't that I couldn't control the body. I could. That part had been
fairly easy. I mean, the instincts of the raccoon, the urgent need for
food, the fear of predators, all that was normal to me.

I just couldn't get the stubby legs to move fast enough. My friends were
half a mile away! I'd never reach them in time to help.

I stopped. I was panting heavily. The raccoon heart was racing. What
could I do? What could I do? I'd ended up in a useless morph!

I craned my raccoon head upward. I couldn't see very well, but I knew
the sky was up there. I could see a faded sort of blue through the trees.

122 Wait . . . was it possible? Could I remorph back into my own body?
My red-tailed body? DNA isn't affected by injuries. If I morphed back to
red-tail, I wouldn't have the broken wing.

Would I?

The others had done it. They had morphed out of injured bodies. Then
when they re-morphed, the bodies were whole again.

I had to try. It was so stupid! I'd been left out of so many missions
because I couldn't morph. Now I could morph and I was totally useless.

I focused. I closed my weak raccoon eyes and focused on a different
body. A body with feathers and wings. And slowly I became myself again.

123 I flew.

I'd only been without my wings for a few minutes, but still I felt
weirded out. I mean, I know the others are used to being in different
bodies. But I'm not.

I peered ahead with my hawk sight. I saw no helicopters. I did see a few
shaking treetops. Large beasts were moving beneath those trees. Taxxons
and Hork-Bajir.

I flew on and soon saw the tail end of the Yeerk search army.
Human-Controllers, their human bodies wearing out, staggered up the hill.

Ahead of them, Hork-Bajir warriors. They were stronger and faster than
the humans. Their

124 sergeants had to keep holding them back so they wouldn't leave the
human-Controllers behind.

And out in front of them all, the Taxxon trackers continued their search.

I flew hard and fast. And then, at last, I saw the helicopters. They
were low to the ground. They were spread out in a line abreast. And
unless I was totally mistaken, they were past where my friends would be.

I felt a chill of fear. I knew what they were going to do. This time it
wasn't the Ellimist telling me what would happen. It was my own
predator's instincts. I knew my friends were being hunted. And I knew
how the Yeerks would do it.

The helicopters were a mile away, maybe a little more. So I heard
nothing of them. But as I watched, I saw the sudden red spear that shot
down to the ground.

Again and again and again the helicopters fired their blazing Dracon
beams down at dry trees and even dryer underbrush.

They were starting a forest fire!

Within minutes, a wall of smoke was advancing through the trees. The
wall of smoke had to be a mile long, end to end. It would block Jake and
Rachel and the others. It would stop them and turn them back. Back
toward the waiting Taxxonsand Hork-Bajir warriors.

125 As I watched, a flutter of pale brown. Some bird escaping the flames.

A stab of red! The bird flamed and burned in midair!

Had it been one of my friends in morph?

<What am I supposed to do?!> I yelled at the Ellimist. <This is
impossible! I can't stop those helicopters. Are you just going to stand
by now and do nothing?>

There was no answer. I was not surprised. As Ax had said, the Ellimist
was playing his own games. He didn't care if I thought it was fair.

I dropped down, down below treetop level to avoid getting Draconed
myself. The wind wasn't as strong down in the trees, but I had the worse
problem of having to dodge branches.

And then, just a glimpse below me! A pale blue deer with a scorpion's tail.

<Ax! Ax, it's me, Tobias!>

<Hello, Tobias,> Ax said as calmly as if nothing were happening.

<Where is everyone?>

<They are nearby. We seem to be in a trap.>

<No kidding,> I said. Then, aiming my thought-speak at all my friends, I
said, Everyone keep your heads down. Don't try and fly or anything. The
Yeerks are shooting anything that rises above the trees.>

126 I came to rest on a rotting log. I was so exhausted I almost missed
my landing and crashed.

A huge brown bear about the size of a mini-van came lumbering up.

<Rachel, I really hope that's you, because I've had all the close calls
I can stand for one day.>

<lt's me, Tobias. Chill. Take a rest. We figure we have maybe five
minutes before this whole thing closes on us.>

The two Hork-Bajir appeared, accompanied by Jake in his tiger morph.
Cassie and Marco came running from the direction of the helicopters.
Cassie's thick gray fur was singed. I could smell the reek of burned hair.

<More helicopters coming up to join those three!> Marco reported. <0h,
hi, Tobias. There you are. I figured you'd flown off to somewhere safe.>

I decided not to take offense. I was just too tired to care what Marco said.

<Jake, there's no way around that wall of fire,> Cassie said breathlessly.

"No Yeerks!" Jara Hamee said fearfully. "Jara Hamee and Ket Halpak free!"

<We'll have to fight!> Rachel said. <We go straight at those Taxxons,
blow past them, catch the Hork-Bajir by surprise, no problem. We can . . .>

127 She stopped. Even she didn't believe what she was saying.

<They won't stop till Jara and Ket are dead,> Jake said flatly. <The
Yeerks are not going to give up. They are flat-out never going to allow
two Hork-Bajir to escape.>

<l guess it would set a bad example,> Marco said. But he wasn't making a
joke. <lf two get away, who knows? Maybe others will try. The Yeerks
can't allow that. They need the Hork-Bajir to be without hope. They need
them to be convinced there's no way out>

<Marco is right,> Cassie said. <Look at the risks the Yeerks are taking!
I mean, geez, they've started a forest fire. They have Taxxons and
Hork-Bajir all over this forest. They've gone nuts.>

"Jara Hamee and Ket Halpak free!" Jara Hamee said again. It was as if he
was trying to convince himself.

<Wait a minute,> I said. <Wait a minute. What you said, Jake! What you
said - they won't give up till Jara and Ket are dead.>

<Yeah? So?> Jake asked. Then I guess he realized what I was thinking.
<Hey! Rachel has already morphed Jara. Hey, are you thinking what I'm
thinking?>

<Yeah,> I said. <At least I think I am. When I was flying I saw a deep
ravine. We should still be

129 able to reach it! It should be perfect. But we'll need Marco in
gorilla morph.>

<We will? You lost me there, dude,> Jake said. <But, okay. If you say
so, Tobias. Marco in gorilla morph. What else?>

<And we need someone to acquire and morph Ket,> I said.

<l'll do it,> Jake said without hesitation.

<No, Jake. Not this time,> I said. <l'll do it.>

No one said anything for a good thirty seconds. They just stared. They
stared with wolf eyes and bear eyes and tiger eyes and all four
An-dalite eyes. They were trying to decide if I was crazy.

<You will?> Rachel asked. <you will?>

<Yeah. I will. I'll morph Ket. I'll morph a Hork-Bajir.>

Then Rachel clicked. <The Ellimist? That's what he did for you? I
thought he was going to make you human again.> There was an edge of
anger in her tone. Of outrage.

<Ellimists,> Ax practically spit the word. <Never trust them.>

<0h, no,> Cassie whispered. <That's it? He gave you back the power to
morph? But not. . .>

<No,> I said as evenly as I could. <Looks like I'm a full member of the
team again. I can morph. But I guess ... I mean, it looks like I'll
still be a hawk. I'll be keeping my wings.>

128

J. quickly told them the details of my plan. I had to stick to business.
There was no time for feeling sorry for myself. And I sure didn't want
them feeling sorry for me.

No time for pity. No time for anger, either. There was nothing I could
do to the Ellimist. Nothing I could do.

<0kay, Cassie? We need you to stay in wolf morph. Ax, watch Cassie's
back and try to stay out of view. Marco? You know your part, right?>

"Yeah, I got it," he said nervously. He was temporarily human. In
between morphs.

Marco's part of the plan was one of the most difficult. And if he
failed, Rachel and I were dead. <No problem, right?> I said to Marco.

130 "Yeah. No problem. Just make sure one of you is a few seconds behind
the other. I'll need sometime."

<l know my role,> Jake said. He was just coming out of his tiger morph.
<Up in the air.>

<My old job,> I said.

"Yeah. Let's hope I do it as well as you always did," Jake said.
"Cassie, Ax. Let's move it. Marco, quit worrying. It's just like
catching a pass with your eyes closed. No big deal for Mighty Marco."

Marco laughed. "That's it, flatter me. Now I know we're dead. But don't
worry, I'll be there."

I fluttered over to stand on Ket Halpak's shoulder. (It isn't easy to
find a place to sit on a Hork-Bajir.) I dug my talons in just a bit to
the dark, leathery skin. And I began to acquire the Hork-Bajir's DNA.

All around I could hear the sounds of enemies closing in. I heard the
FWOMP-FWOMP-FWOMP of the helicopters. And now that they were getting
closer, my hawk hearing could even detect the faint TSEEEW! TSEEEW! of
the Dracon beams.

Sometimes there would come a loud crack, almost like sudden thunder. It
was the sound of a tree exploding as the Dracon beam turned the tree sap
to steam in a split second.

And there was the roar of the fire itself.

131 But I shut all of that out of my mind. All I had to focus on was
acquiring the Hork-Bajir. Ket Halpak went slightly limp. I could feel
the muscles relaxing.

At last, I flew away to a bare spot on the forest floor. The others were
all watching me, even while they did their own morphs. I think they
halfway suspected I was nuts. They halfway wondered if I'd just made it
up about being able to morph.

I closed my eyes and held the image of the Hork-Bajir in my mind. And
then, very quickly, I began to feel the changes.

I sprouted up from the pine needles and dead leaves. I rocketed up and
up so fast I couldn't help but yell.

<Yah! Whoa! Whoa!>

<Hey! He is morphing,> Marco said.

<l guess that's something, at least,> Rachel said bitterly.

I ignored her angry tone. I couldn't listen to her anger because it
would just make me mad, too. A predator is never angry, just hungry.
Anger only gets in the way.

Up and up I grew. And as I grew, my wings grew with me. It's funny the
way morphing works. It's never totally logical. It's never exactly the
same twice, either.

And it is always, always gross. Even as I was

132 morphing, I was watching the others undergo changes. It was a scene
out of some lunatic's darkest nightmare. Bodies melted. Weird appendages
grew suddenly, here and there. Teeth appeared before there was a mouth
to hold them. Fur grew like one of those time-lapse videos of mold, just
shooting out of the skin. Big humans tottered unsteadily on tiny doglike
legs.

If you just happened to wander in and saw the spectacle of four kids and
a bird all melting and mutating and squirming as two giant aliens
watched, you'd definitely think you were insane. You'd want to see a
psychiatrist. After you stopped screaming.

I could feel the changes happening in my own body. Not that they were
painful. They weren't. But I could still feel things going on. And I
could hear them.

My insides were reorganizing totally. Hork-Bajir have at least two
hearts, maybe more. So entire new hearts were forming inside of me. And
from the hearts, new arteries and veins had to sprout and spread
throughout my body.

I had to go from having a digestive system designed to handle big chunks
of raw mouse to a digestive system built for tree bark.

I could hear a gurgling sound as internal organs shifted and stretched
and were pushed aside to make room for totally new organs. I could

133 hear a stretching, grinding sound as big, thick, solid bones
replaced my hollow bird bones.

And on the outside I saw my wings grow till they were huge. Then, with
amazing speed, the feathers melted into hard, leathery skin. There was a
snap as the joints in my wings changed direction to bend the way a
Hork-Bajir arm bends.

Then out came the blades.

SHWOOP! Blades at my wrists.

SHWOOP! Blades at my elbows.

SHWOOP! The forward-swept horn blades on my snake head.

<Hey, Tobias,> Marco said. <You kept the same feet.>

It was a joke. But it was true, too. There wasn't much difference
between my hawk talons and the feet of the Hork-Bajir. Except that they
were maybe a hundred times bigger.

Somehow that made me feel good. I liked the look of those big, ripping
talons. I liked thinking about what they would do to a Taxxon.

Cassie and Ax took off at a run. They had a lot of distance to cover
very fast. Fortunately, a wolf can run almost flat-out all day long. And
there's no doubt about how fast an Andalite can move. No doubt. Jara
Hamee and Ket Halpak left with them.

Marco was in his huge, powerful gorilla morph

134 and getting ready to leave, too. <See you guys later. I hope,> he said.

<Be there!> Rachel growled. She pointed a dangerous Hork-Bajir hand at him.

<0kay, I'll be there. But don't be too long or I may decide to take a
nap,> Marco joked as he lumbered off through the trees.

Jake was perched on a branch just over my head. A peregrine falcon, the
fastest thing in the air. He spread his wings and took off, leaving me
and Rachel alone.

Rachel had morphed into a mirror image of me. We were a fine pair of
Hork-Bajir.

<Ready?> I asked her.

She peered at me from behind alien eyes. <You okay, Tobias?>

<Sure. Why wouldn't I be?>

<Well, you haven't exactly had a great day,> she said.

I laughed grimly. <l'm a freak of nature, Rachel. Any day I stay alive
is a good day for me.>

135 high above the treetops Jake flew in his swift peregrine falcon
morph, calling down directions to Rachel and me.

It was weird. It almost felt like Jake had taken over my role or
something. Like he was pretending to be me. Normally, I'd be the one up
there riding the wind.

<0kay, not far now,> Jake said. <You're almost there. You guys know
which direction to go after the Yeerks catch your trail, right?>

<Yeah, we know, we know, Mother,> Rachel said. <What are we? ldiots?>
Then to me she said, <We do know, right?>

<l'm pretty sure. I mean, it's harder to keep track of where things are
when you're down on

136 the ground. Just trees and bushes everywhere. You can't see the
horizon, you can't see the sun.>

The forest was impossible for a Hork-Bajir trying to be quiet. I mean,
we could have slashed our way through the brambles and thorn thickets,
but that would have attracted too much attention too soon.

So we tried to hurry, but without making too much noise. And let me tell
you - Hork-Bajir bodies are not built for quiet.

<That's why you have me up here,> Jake said cheerfully. <To guide you.
Don't sweat it. I can see the ravine. I can see that Cassie and Ax and
the two Hork-Bajir are getting into position. And I see Marco. Heck,
with these falcon eyes I can practically see Marco's fleas.>

<Easy for you to be cocky,> I muttered. <You're up there safe.>

<Do you see the line of fire?> Rachel asked Jake. <Because I sure do
smell it.>

<Yeah,> Jake admitted. <ln fact, the fire forms a semicircle around you.
The Taxxons and friends are the other half of the circle. The only way
open is the ravine. So we're just going to get one chance.>

<Wonderful,> I said.

<0kay, you guys. A big, fat pair of Taxxons are just on the other side
of that pile of rocks.>

<What pile of rocks?> Rachel asked.

137 <0h . . . well, I can see that it's a pile of rocks from up here.
From where you are it probably just looks like a thick tangle of weeds
and thorns.>

<Cool,> Rachel said calmly. <l guess it's time.>

<Yep. Ladies first.>

<No, no. After you. I insist.>

We pushed our way through the bushes and climbed to the top of what did
turn out to be a pile of rock boulders. At the top we stopped and stared.

Just twenty feet away were two Taxxons. Two vile, disgusting Taxxons.
Allies, not just slaves, of the Yeerks. A species that ate its own when
given half a chance.

I don't know if it was the hawk in me that was angered by the sight of
the two humongous worms marching through a decent forest, or the human
side of me that just didn't like gigantic worms, period, or some deep
instinct of the Hork-Bajir mind. But I was suddenly filled with hatred
and rage.

The anger hit me like a baseball bat alongside the head. It was sudden
and ferocious. The plan was to run from the Taxxons. But all of a
sudden, I didn't want to run.

I wanted to see what my Hork-Bajir blades would do. I wanted to hurt the
Taxxons.

138 <Let'stake 'em,> I said.

Rachel turned her snake head toward me. <What? That's not the plan, Tobias!>

<They shouldn't be here. Look at them! Look at them, slithering through
the forest like they own it! They shouldn't be here. This isn't their
place, it's ours. It's mine!>

<Tobias, calm down. It makes me mad, too. But we have to stick with the
plan.>

<No. We don't,> I said. <l'm tired of plans.>

Rachel grabbed my shoulder. I almost spun around and slashed at her.
That's how mad I was. My arm actually came up as if I were going to strike.

But Rachel didn't back away. <Look, Tobias. You're mad. But it's not the
time or place. The person you're mad at is beyond your reach. You can't
get back at the Ellimist for betraying you.>

Somehow her words penetrated the black rage that had swallowed me up.
No, I couldn't get back at the Ellimist. And it was him I was furious
with. Wasn't it? Rachel was right. She had to be right.

It was the Ellimist's fault.

<Stick to the plan, Tobias. Don't get us all killed because you're mad
at the Ellimist.>

<Yeah. You're right. The plan.>

Rachel released my shoulder. I stared down at the Taxxons. They had
frozen on seeing us. They

139 knew they were no match for a couple of desperate Hork-Bajir.

But then, through the woods, shadowy figures appeared. Hork-Bajir
warriors. Hork-Bajir-Controllers.

"Ssssrrrreyyyaa ssseewwwitt!" the Taxxons shrilled in their own hissing
language.

From the trees a dozen Hork-Bajir suddenly broke at full run.

<0utta here!> Rachel yelled.

<Right behind you!>

We bolted. And we no longer had to worry about being too obvious. The
Hork-Bajir were after us, and we had to use maximum speed to escape.

<The plan seems to be working so far,> Jake called down.

<Yeah. They're on us,> Rachel said.

We ran through the bushes like only Hork-Bajir can run. Our arms slashed
the air, again and again, quick as striking snakes. We destroyed bushes
and saplings like a pair of out-of-control, nuclear-powered lawn mowers.

SLASH!SLASH!SLASH!SLASH!

But there was one big problem with doing what we were doing. See, we
were slowed down a little by having to cut our way through. And the
Hork-Bajir behind us could just follow our trail.

<They're gaining on you!> Jake said.

140 <Yeah, we noticed. How far to the ravine?>

<Too far! You won't make it this way.>

<Well, find a way!> I yelled. I could see the pursuing Hork-Bajir. Their
horn blades were bobbing above the undergrowth. They were not far behind
us. Not far, as in pretty soon I'd be smelling their bad breath.

<!...! can't tell what anything is from up here,> Jake cried. <lt's like
reading a map or something. What should I be looking for?>

<We need to go at an angle,> I said. <Look for a gully or ditch that
runs across our path. The deeper the better.>

<0h. Nothing! Wait. Maybe that's a gully. There's a little stream
running down it.>

<Just tell us left or right!> I yelled.

<0kay. Left! No! No! I was thinking my left. Go right! Okay, ten more
steps . . .>

The Hork-Bajir were on us. In seconds they'd have us in clear view.

<There!> Jake yelled.

<Yeah!> I said. We hit a tiny, shallow stream. It was almost hidden by
overhanging vines and drooping branches. <This way, Rachel.>

I crouched as low as my massive, stiff Hork-Bajir body could go, and I
ran bent over along the stream. Rachel was inches behind me.

<0w!> she yelped.

<What?>

142 <Your tail caught me in the neck. Never mind! Run! Run!>

Behind us I could hear the noise of the pursuing Hork-Bajir grow louder,
then slowly more distant.

<AII right!> Jake said. <You lost them. Now you have to cut left to get
back toward the ravine.>

Up and out of the gully we leaped. Back on dry ground we found some
nice, open country beneath very tall trees.

<0h, man, this isn't good,> Jake said.

<What? Tell me.>

<The fire is sweeping right down the lip of the ravine from the north!
And the Yeerks are closing the gap from the south!>

<What do we do?> I asked.

<Look, there's no way around this, Tobias. There's a line of Hork-Bajir
now between you two and the ravine. You have to go through them.>

<Hope you haven't lost all that anger,> Rachel said to me. <Looks like
we fight, after

141

On our left, fire!

On our right, the front ranks of Taxxons!

Straight ahead, a ravine a hundred feet deep. It was like it had been
cut with a knife. Like someone had slashed the earth and made a cut so
deep you could throw a skyscraper down it.

The ravine was narrow, no more than forty feet across. At the bottom, I
knew, was a rushing stream. In spring it would swell with the melting
ice from the mountains.

But now the stream was narrow, leaving wide sandy banks on either side.

<You're only about fifteen, twenty seconds away from the ravine!> Jake
called down. <But there are more bad guys getting in the way. I'm

143 pretty sure I count six. Two Taxxons and four Hork-Bajir warriors.>

<0h, man,> I muttered.

Fifteen seconds, Jake had said. I counted in my head as I ran. One . . .
two . . . three . , . four. . .

"HeeeRRRROWWRRR!"

A Hork-Bajir warrior leaped at me, a blur of dark green-black leather
skin and flashing blades. Then more of them. They were everywhere!

<Rachel! Behind you!>

SLASH! A wrist blade drew a line of blood across my chest.

SLASH! I fought back, hacking at my attacker with all my speed and strength.

<AHHHH!> The pain came out of nowhere! A Hork-Bajir had jumped up from
the deep grass and hit me from behind. I could feel my entire left side
starting to go numb.

SLASH!

SLASH!

SLASH! My wrist blades and elbow blades ripped into Hork-Bajir flesh. I
went a little crazy, I think, because I didn't even know what I was
doing anymore. I was on automatic. I was a slashing, ripping, tearing
machine.

But I was getting hurt at the same time. I was outnumbered. There were
three Hork-Bajir on

144 me. Two on Rachel. There had been three on her, too, but she'd taken
one of them out of the fight.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! My entire world was nothing but blow and
counterblow. A wrist blade cut toward my head, and I blocked it. I
swiped upward with my knee, and then jerked my talons back to catch the
thigh of the Hork-Bajir behind me.

Every move happened in a split second. In the time it would take a human
to blink his eyes once, I would block two thrusts and throw three of my own.

Then . . . WHAM! I was on my back in the dirt. My left leg had stopped
working! Two Hork-Bajir now stood over me. One raised his ripping talon,
ready to bring it down on my chest!

I lay back helpless, staring up at the blue sky.

Suddenly, a flash of pale gray, coming down like a rock! Like an arrow
fired from a cloud it came, wings tucked back, dropping at more than a
hundred miles an hour.

A peregrine falcon. The fastest thing in the air.

Jake!

At the last second, his wings opened, he took the shock of the air and
he swept his talons forward, all in one fluid movement.

Even in pain, lying there a second away from

145 death, I thought I had never seen anything so perfect in my life.

In a split second Jake was gone, and the larger Hork-Bajir was screaming
and holding his eyes.

I was ready. I swept my leg left to right and knocked the Hork-Bajir off
his feet. I was up and hobbling on my one good leg before he hit the ground.

I ran to Rachel and helped knock her last Hork-Bajir foe to the ground.

<Ready to go?>

<Been ready,> Rachel said.

Although my one leg was almost useless, I could still use my tail for
balance and hobble at a pretty good speed. Rachel soon pulled out ahead
of me. But that was okay. That was the plan.

<Jake?> I said. <That was one sweet save back there. Would it be wrong
for me to say I love you, man?>

<Hah-HAH! That was fun! Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, that was a rush!> Jake exulted.

Rachel and I ran toward the lip of the ravine. And now I could actually
feel the heat of the fire approaching. The wind shifted and I gagged on
thick black smoke. I lost sight of Rachel.

When the smoke cleared, I was face-to-face with a Taxxon. <You're lucky
I'm in a hurry, or

146 you'd be worm hash,> I said, and brushed past the huge centipede.

<Rachel! Ten feet to your left,> Jake instructed. <Yeah! Yeah! Right
there between the two saplings!>

I looked forward just in time to see Rachel leap out into the air. Out
into the emptiness she went . . . and then disappeared. She fell from sight.

My hearts stopped beating. Both of them. I felt my throat clutch tight.

It was a hundred feet to the bottom of that ravine. Not even a
Hork-Bajir could survive that kind of fall.

Now it was my turn. I ran for the ravine lip.

<0h, man!> Jake cried. <0n your left! In front of you! I didn't see them
all in the smoke! Tobias, it's him!>

A thick wall of smoke swirled around me, then blew away. It was like
some horrible magic trick. One minute, there was the ravine. The next
second, there stood three Hork-Bajir. And one Andalite.

One Andalite who was no Andalite at all.

Visser Three stood on the very lip of the ravine. Right in my path.

Hork-Bajir are fast. But the tail of an Andalite is faster. I couldn't
win a fight against Visser Three and three Hork-Bajir. No way.

147 But then it suddenly occurred to me ...

I grinned. At least as much as a Hork-Bajir can grin. I looked Visser
Three right in his main eyes.

"Ket Halpak free!" I yelled, using my Hork-Bajir voice.

And I charged straight at him, running flat-out, ignoring the searing
pain from my injured leg.

Visser Three watched me calmly for a couple of seconds. Then it occurred
to him, too. Just like it had to me. See, he might get me with his tail,
and even kill me before I could get to the ravine, but my momentum would
certainly carry me forward.

And I would knock Visser Three off the edge, too.

At the last second, Visser Three dodged nimbly out of my way.

"Ket Halpak and Jara Hamee freeeeeeee!" I shouted defiantly as I jumped
off the edge of the ravine.

I fell.

The floor of the ravine was a long, long, long way down.

I saw a brutish, massive arm shoot out. A fist the size of a Virginia
baked ham grabbed my leg,

I stopped falling. I slammed into the ravine wall. And the massive arm
yanked me back up-

148 ward. Right up into the shallow cave in the ravine wall.

No Earth animal could possibly have caught a falling, seven-foot-tall
Hork-Bajir in midair. No animal except a gorilla.

<Nice catch,> I said to Marco.

He hauled me up into the cave and bodily shoved me back to where Rachel
was waiting quietly.

We huddled there. Waiting. Silent. We were just a few feet down below
the lip of the ravine.

Because of the overhang, I could look down and see the floor of the
ravine. Down there, on the sand, lay the crumpled forms of two very
dead-looking Hork-Bajir. A pair of hungry wolves were already tearing at
their "dead" flesh.

Jara Hamee and Ket Halpak lay still as Cassie and Jake, who had to fly
down to the ravine and morph from falcon to human to wolf, pretended to
begin devouring them. Fortunately, Hork-Bajir can stand a lot of pain.
And they heal quickly. Because I'll tell you what - if I didn't know the
truth, even I would have thought that two dead Hork-Bajir were about to
become wolf chow.

I held my breath. Would the Yeerks be fooled? Would Visser Three believe
that Rachel and I had fallen to our deaths?

I heard cruel laughter in my head. <Fools,> Visser Three sneered. <No
one escapes the Yeerk

149 empire. Certainly not a pair of idiot Hork-Bajir. Look at them down
there, all of you! That's what awaits anyone who tries to escape the
Yeerks!> He laughed a terrible laugh. <The wolves will give them both
the burial they deserve.>

149

150 We waited till Visser Three and the rest of the Yeerks - human,
Hork-Bajir, and Taxxons - left.

Then we crawled back up onto the lip of the ravine. We morphed back, and
once we were all together again, we headed off across the land the
Yeerks had burned. We knew we had to be quick. The Forest Service
firefighters would be showing up soon. Even though the fire had mostly
just burned itself out.

We found the valley. The lovely little valley the Ellimist had shown me.
I knew what to look for. Otherwise I'd never have noticed it.

151 I was a good puppet for the Ellimist. I had done my job well. Not
that I regretted that part of it. I could never be sorry for helping
anyone escape Yeerk slavery.

But I was once more a red-tailed hawk. And so I would remain.

The entrance to the valley was so narrow the Hork-Bajir could barely fit
between the rock walls. It was like some amazing bandit hideout from an
old Western movie.

Jake said, "You know, I wonder if this valley even existed before."

<You think maybe the Ellimist created it?> I asked.

Jake shrugged. "Could be. It's awfully convenient."

I let it drop. I didn't really want to discuss the Ellimist. He'd lied
to me. He hadn't given me back my humanity. This was a good moment for
the Hork-Bajir. I wasn't going to spoil it by being selfish.

While the others squeezed through the narrow gap in the rocks, I caught
a beautiful warm up-draft and went up and over.

Even from the air you might not notice the valley unless you were really
looking for it. From high up it just looks like a particularly dense
ribbon of trees. Not until I dropped down through

152 the branches did I see the shallow lake surrounded by sandy shores.
Trees of every type and description were there. Berry bushes ringed a
small, sunny meadow. The meadow I'd seen in my mind.

To tell you the truth, that little meadow would have been heaven for a
red-tailed hawk. A sweet territory for a bird of prey.

I flew back to meet the others as they came into the valley. They were
all standing around gaping.

"It's beautiful," Cassie breathed.

"Are we there?" Jara Hamee asked me.

<Yes. This is the place.>

"Good place," Ket Halpak said. "Good place for kawatnoj."

"What?" Jake asked, puzzled.

<l heard them use that word before. Jara Hamee, what does kawatnoj mean?>

Jara Hamee and Ket Halpak laughed their strange Hork-Bajir laugh.

"Kawatnoj small Hork-Bajir. Small Jara Hamee, small Ket Halpak."

"Children," Rachel translated. "They're going to have little baby
Hork-Bajir."

<They will be the first Hork-Bajir born into freedom in a very long
time,> Ax said. <The El-limist did not lie. The valley exists.>

153 <No. He didn't lie,> I said. <Not about this, any way. >

"Well. Let's just take our clothes off," Marco said briskly. "You know
the rules - in the Garden of Eden you don't wear clothes. Rachel, you
can start."

"Garden of Eden?" Jara Hamee echoed. "That is this place?"

"Not unless you want to change your name to Adam," Marco said. "I was
just joking, big guy. But look, I have to know. How do you tell a male
Hork-Bajir from a female?"

Jara Hamee looked puzzled. "Male? Female? What meaning?"

"Go ahead, Marco, explain," Cassie teased.

But Ket Halpak understood. "Jara Hamee and Ket Halpak different. Jara
Hamee have three here." She pointed at her horn blades. "Ket have two."

"That's the only difference?" Marco asked.

"Other difference, too," Ket Halpak said primly. "But only for
Hork-Bajir to know."

That got a laugh, even from Ax, which just puzzled the Hork-Bajir even more.

Everyone stayed for a little while, then they all left. Ail but the two
Hork-Bajir and me. I stayed to help the Hork-Bajir survey their new
home. I found caves where they could spend cold

155 I

nights, and explained to them that they could never leave the valley.
Not until Earth was rid of the Yeerks.

Then I flew home. Home to my own meadow. My own territory.

The Hork-Bajir had their Eden. The others all had their homes. I had my
meadow.

154

me next day was Sunday. Not that it mattered to me.

Rachel came to my meadow to see me. But I avoided her. I flew away and
left her yelling, "Tobias! Tobias, where are you?" into the woods.

I'm sorry, but I knew why she was there. She'd come to tell me it would
all be okay. She'd come to make sure I didn't feel too bad. And knowing
Rachel, she'd help me curse and blame the Ellimist.

But I didn't want pity. Not even Rachel's pity. I was dealing with
things. But I was barely dealing. And I felt like if someone was nice to
me I'd totally fall apart.

156 I'm a predator. A raptor. A hawk. I didn't want anyone feeling sorry
for me.

Throughout the day I went about my routine. I went back to mapping out
the entrances to the Yeerk pool. I watched the known Controllers come
and go.

And I was fine. Until the sun set and night fell. I went to my favorite
perch in the old oak tree. And I watched the foxes and raccoons and owls
and other night creatures do their work.

Ax came by looking for me. I didn't want to talk to him, either, but he
knew I was there.

<Hey, Ax-man,> I said.

<Hello, Tobias. How are you?>

<Same as ever. And I really don't want to talk about it,> I said
bluntly. I guess Ax took the hint. He stayed for just a few more
seconds, then made an excuse to take off.

I knew I was just feeling sorry for myself. But too bad. I had reason to
feel sorry for myself.

So this is gonna be it, I told myself bitterly. This is your life. No
home. No bed. No school. Nothing human.

I formed a picture in my mind of human life. I saw warm golden light and
a TV and couches and beds and tables. Food that came in boxes and cans.
Books and magazines. Games. Stuff.

And I saw my parents. At least, the way I remembered my parents - from
photographs. I'd

157 been too young when they'd left to really be able to remember them.
But I used to have pictures of them.

That was the life I would never have again. Human life.

But you know, even as I was wallowing in self-pity, I knew I was being
dishonest. Maybe that warm, fuzzy, golden life was how some people
lived. But it wasn't how I had lived. Not really.

Okay, I thought. Okay, so maybe my life as a human sucked, too. That
doesn't mean I want to spend the rest of my life as a bird.

And yet I had another memory, more recent. I saw myself the way I had
appeared when the El-limist had taken me into the turquoise mist. I saw
myself half-bird, half-human.

No! I said to myself. I shook off the image. Just an Ellimist trick.

I tried to stop thinking. I needed sleep. That's all. I just needed a
good night's sleep. I'd be fine in the morning.

I closed my eyes and tried to turn off the busy human mind that lived
alongside the hawk's simpler intelligence.

I closed my eyes . . . and when I opened them again, I was not in my tree.

I was in a room. In a house.

It was night, but I could see blue numbers glowing from an alarm clock.
And I could see

158 someone lying in a narrow, disheveled bed. There was a sleeping,
tousled dirty-blond head lying on the pillow.

A cold chill swept through me.

I knew this room. This bed. I knew the person lying there, tossing and
turning with sad dreams.

I fluttered to the nightstand. The noise of my wings woke the sleeper.

He blinked the sleep from his eyes and stared at me. "A bird?" he said.

<lt's just a dream,> I told him. My heart was beating so fast I thought
it would explode. But at the same time I felt a weird calm. Like I knew
what was going to happen. Like it had all happened already.

Then I saw the calendar. It was a Star Trek calendar. I guess that's
funny. The date was the day before I had walked through the construction
site with Jake and Marco and Cassie and Rachel.

"A dream?" The sleeper sat up in his bed. He peered at me and I saw a
troubled expression in his eyes. "I know you, don't I?"

<Kind of,> I said. <And I know you. ... Tobias^

"How do you know my name?"

<l can't tell you that. But listen, Tobias, I . . .> What could I say?
What could I possibly say to my old self? I couldn't tell him everything

159 would be all right. I didn't know that. I couldn't tell him what was
about to happen to him. No sane person would believe it.

Besides, I had forgotten this dream. Hadn't I?

<Tobias,> I said. <Walk home with Jake. Walk through the construction site.>

"What?"

I just laughed a little sadly. Why had I told him to do that? Why had I
sent him to the construction site? It was there that everything had
begun. It was there that I had started down the path that led to my
being trapped as a hawk.

I knew the truth now. I could see it clearly. I was looking at myself.
Back when I was human. And looking at myself, I couldn't escape the
truth - that wasn't me anymore.

I wasn't Tobias the human. I had become something else. Something new.
What had the Ellimist said? ". . . you are a beginning. You are a point
on which an entire time line may turn."

<Tobias?> I said to the human. <You should go back to sleep.>

"I am asleep, aren't I? This has to be a dream. And if it isn't a dream,
I'll never get back to sleep!"

<l can help you sleep,> I said. <Hold out your arm. Don't be afraid.>

The human Tobias held out his arm. I flapped

161 my wings and landed on him. I was as gentle as I could be with my
talons. I didn't need to dig them in. Simple contact was enough.

Tobias's eyes began to flutter. He became dazed and passive. The way all
animals do when they are acquired.

I closed my eyes and focused on him. On the human DNA that was being
absorbed into my hawk's body.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my tree.

Had it been real? Or was it all just some silly dream?

don't forget, a huge voice said. two hours, tobias.

I didn't ask what the Ellimist meant. I knew. I had acquired my own
human DNA. But it was just a morph. If I stayed in my old human body I
would be trapped there forever. Never again to morph. Never again to be
a hawk. Never again to fly.

HAVE I KEPT MY PROMISE?

<Yes,> I said.

AND ARE YOU HAPPY, TOBIAS?

160

me next day was Monday. The day when Rachel was to receive the Packard
Foundation Outstanding Student award.

There were four other kids being honored, too. They held the
presentation in the school gym. Parents were there, all proud of their
sons and daughters. Kids were there, having a good time, basically
because the assembly got them out of last period.

I missed the early part of the ceremony. I had to be careful, you see. I
had to time everything just right. There is a two-hour limit, as I know
better than anyone. In that time I had to walk from the edge of the
woods to the school and leave plenty of time to get back.

162 I was scared and nervous, sneaking into the back of the auditorium.
A teacher frowned at me, like she knew me from somewhere but couldn't
quite recall where.

I hung back in the shadows. The ceiling bothered me. I don't like being
where I can't see the sky. But I stood there as patiently as I could,
watching the ceremony through dim human eyes, and listening to the blah,
blah, blah through weak human ears.

And only at the end, as the recipients filed out, did I step from the
shadows.

Rachel was last in line. She was beautiful, as always. And she had the
usual Rachel swagger.

I saw Cassie give her a wink as she walked by. Rachel rolled her eyes,
self-mocking, and Cassie laughed.

When she passed by where Marco was sitting, Marco made a phony bow. You
know, like he was bowing before some idol. Rachel laughed and shook her
head.

And then she was right there in front of me. I saw her eyes sweep over
me, indifferent, and then look past me toward the door.

She stopped walking.

She turned to me. Her eyes were wide.

"Hi, Rachel," I said with a human voice.

163 TM

Don't: miss

Hey. Is that the horse you're looking for?" Rachel asked.

"Where?"

"There. Back by the road. Back by that pay phone."

My dad and I turned back to look. A scruffy roan horse was swaying from
side to side as it walked. Swaying like a drunk.

As we watched, the horse seemed to be attracted to the telephone. It
picked up the receiver with its mouth and let it hang off the hook.

And that's when things got strange. The horse lowered its head to the
ground, picked up a twig in its lips, and seemed to be poking the
telephone keyboard.

"Am I crazy, or is that horse trying to make a phone call?" Rachel said.

My dad shrugged. "Must be disoriented. Doesn't know what it's doing.
Come on, let's get over there."

164 I dropped behind a few steps to fall in with Rachel.

"That horse is dialing the phone," Rachel said in a whisper.

"Sure looks like it," I agreed.

"Ordering a pizza?" Rachel suggested.

"Hay, alfalfa, and extra cheese?"

My dad was getting close to the horse. The horse spotted him, and
hesitated. Like it wanted to complete its phone call. But also wanted to
run away. It decided to run. Only it wasn't really up for running. The
best it could do was wobble off into the darkness, practically falling
over as it went.

"Whoa, girl, whoa," my dad said in his calming-the-animals voice. "Whoa.
I'm just trying to help you."

Suddenly I noticed something happening to the horse's head. "Look!" I
whispered.

There, crawling its way out of the horse's left ear, was a slug. A
large, gray slug.

"Is that what I think it is?" Rachel whispered.

"Yeah. I think so."

The gray slug wormed its way out of the horse's head. It plopped heavily
on the gravel and grass beneath it. And then it started to writhe away.

I'd seen those slugs before. We both had.

"Yeerk," I whispered. "There was a Yeerk in this horse."

165 Don't miss

We led Loren over to our fighter, and then we carried the second human
across. He was unconscious. Bright red blood ran from a cut above his
left eye.

<Red blood?> Arbron said. <Red? Yuck.> I was trying to act more mature
than Arbron, but to tell you the truth, blood that color creeped me out,
too. Still, I didn't think humans looked ugly or anything. Not like the
Skrit or Taxxons, which are seriously ugly species. Nor did they look
dangerous, like the Hork-Bajir.

Mostly they looked funny. I'd never seen a species that walked on just
two legs without even a tail to help with balance. Arbron said what I

166 was thinking. <AII it would take is one little push and they'd fall
right over. Earth must be hysterical! Humans falling forward and back,
falling all over the place. No wonder they are so primitive. They
probably spend all their time just trying to stand up.>

We were almost back to the Dome ship when the second human woke up. We'd
left the Skrit Na to try to figure out how to fix their ship. That was
their problem.

Hey, no one told them to shoot at us. Right?

"Unh," the human moaned.

He was larger than Loren. Maybe two or three inches larger. His hair was
brown, not golden, and it was cut short. His eyes were also brown, not
blue like Loren's.

Loren went to him and bent her legs in such a way that she could kneel
down beside him. Ar-bron and I exchanged a look of amazement. It had to
be hard to kneel like that and not fall.

"Hey, kid, you okay?" Loren asked.

The wounded human opened his eyes and blinked. He stared hard at me.
"What happened?"

Loren shrugged. "Now we have a different bunch of aliens. Who'da guessed
there were so many people zipping around outer space? Are you okay? That
big cockroach popped you pretty good back there."

167 <You have nothing to fear,> I said gently. <You are safe now.>

The human felt his wound and looked at the red blood. He seemed almost
as grossed out as I was. But he climbed to his feet. Which involved
using his hands, I noticed. Humans seem to have stronger hands than we have.

<l am Elfangor. This is Arbron. We are Andalites. We will return you to
your home planet>

The human nodded slowly. "Telepathy. You use telepathy to talk." His
gaze traveled to my stalk eyes, back to my face, then to my tail. "That
tail is a weapon, isn't it? Is it poisonous or does it just cut?"

I decided right then that I didn't like this human as much as Loren. I
didn't like him much at all. <l politely told you my name, human,> I
said coldly. <Now, I require your name.>

The human gave me a look that seemed insolent. Although who can really
tell what an alien facial expression means?

"My name is Hedrick, actually. But I prefer my last name. Most people
call me by my last name: Chapman."

"I think these Andalites are okay," Loren said to Chapman. "At least
they're better-looking than the last bunch. And they've promised to -"

168 "Shut up," Chapman snapped. "I'm not interested in the opinion of a
kid."

"Kid? Hey, you big jerk, who was it that got the weapon after the ship
stopped moving? Me. And who was it that was cringing in the back,
begging for mercy? You. And anyway, I'd be surprised if you're even a
year older than me."

Chapman's face grew pink. A fascinating thing to watch. He clenched his
jaw tightly. "And now it seems your heroics were pointless. We're
prisoners again. And I have a feeling we won't be grabbing guns away
from these Andalites."

Suddenly, he lunged forward toward the Dra-con beam in my hand! Without
even thinking, I whipped my tail forward and pressed the blade against
Chapman's throat.

Chapman laughed. "See that? See how fast he was? Couldn't even see that
tail move." Again he gave me an insolent look. "What did you say your
species is called? Andalites? Well, I have a feeling you guys are a
little more dangerous than you pretend to be, despite all your polite
talk and promises."

I felt like a fool. Not for the first time that day. The human Chapman
had been testing me.

<We need to prepare to dock with the Dome ship,> Arbron reminded me.

I went through the docking procedure, moving the fighter back inside the
fighter bay. I con-

169 centrated on my work, but I was upset. I didn't like the human named
Chapman. I didn't like his suspicion toward me. After all, we had
rescued him from a future as a zoo animal on the Skrit Na home world. He
should be grateful.

But maybe that's the way humans are. I've heard there are species that
can't handle anyone helping them. They'd rather die than ever be in debt
to someone.

But judging by Loren, not all humans were that way.

Not your problem, Elfangor, I told myself. Just turn the humans over to
the captain. Not your problem at all.

But I was wrong. The humans were my problem.

In fact, I was about to have lots of problems.

