The Prophecy (Animorphs #34) by Applegate K.A

Author:Applegate, K.A [Applegate, K.A]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2017-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

Three days had passed. Three days of having the strange, sad, secret Andalite-turned-Hork-Bajir in my head.

Sleeping with her on the hard, cold deck. Awakened shaking, sweating, wanting to tear my head open with my bare hands as I felt the awesome grief of her nightmares.

Eating with her, if you ­could call the concentrated nutrient pellets food. Going to the bathroom with her.

A lot more togetherness than I’d have preferred. Bad enough figuring out how to pee in a toilet designed for Hork-Bajir. Worse doing it with an audience in your own head.

We had gotten good at sharing control of speech. I controlled ­everything else. I had gotten used to it. I still didn’t like it.

The Arn had stayed at the helm, ignoring us for the most part. I’d learned nothing more about him. Was this ­really some voyage of redemption for him? Aldrea doubted it. And she knew one hundred percent more about the Arn than I knew. Jake was talking with Quafijinivon when we translated out of the blank white nothingness of Zero-space into what now seemed to be the warm, welcoming black star field.

The Arn checked his sensors.

“Quafijinivon says we are now in Hork-Bajir space. We may pass the Yeerk defenses unnoticed. Or not,” Jake announced. “We should get ready. We don’t know what we’ll be walking into. I want ­everyone —”

Marco held up his hand like he was asking a question.

“Yes, Marco.”

“Do we have correct change for the tolls?”

Jake blinked. Then he grinned. He and Marco have been best friends forever. Marco knows how to knock Jake down a peg when Jake starts taking his fearless leader role too seriously.

Jake sat down on the floor across from me/Aldrea.

“I don’t see why we ­couldn’t have gone Z-space the whole way,” Marco whined.

Ax and Aldrea both laughed. Then they realized they were both laughing at the same thing and they both stopped laughing.

“Just say it,” Marco told them. “I am but a poor Earth man, unable to understand the ways of the superior Andalite beings.”

“Hork-Bajir,” Aldrea corrected him.

<Aldrea, why do you —> Ax began.

A flash of green streaked by.

“Shredder fire!” Aldrea yelled, and suddenly I was up and running ­toward the front of the ship. She had taken control of my body! It was so sudden, so effortless.

Ax reached the “bridge” first. He leaned his torso forward and looked over Quafijinivon’s shoulder.

<One of ours,> Ax said. Then he clarified. <An Andalite fighter. It must be on a deep patrol. Harassing the Yeerk defenses.>

“Can we outrun him?” Jake demanded.

“They’re between us and the Arn planet,” Quafijinivon answered. “We’re smaller. It’s possible we ­could outmaneuver them. But it would place us well within their firing range.”

Tseeeeeew!

The Andalite fired again. A miss! But the cold, hard data from the computer made it clear exactly how close it had come.

“Fire back!” Rachel burst out. “Knock out one of his engines or something. Enough to keep him busy until we can land. They can’t follow us down.”

Quafijinivon’s red mouth pursed thoughtfully. “Young human, that pilot is an Andalite warrior.

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