The Alien Read Online Free Page B
Author: K. A. Applegate
about half a quadrillion Earth miles from my home world. It was hard to see why I should still be acting like a good little warrior-cadet. I was all alone among aliens. Who cared if I performed the rituals?
I bowed low.
I hesitated. Tobias had landed in the tree above.
I straightened up again, then assumed the fighting stance.
With that, I drew my tail blade forward and pressed it against my own throat.
Then I relaxed my tail. This was the part of the ritual that called for contemplation. You were supposed to think about the parts of the ritual and ask yourself if you were living up to all of it.
The destruction of my enemies, my most solemn vow. That was the part that stayed in my thoughts.
I had not destroyed my enemy. My enemy was terrible and powerful. And if I tried to destroy him, I would be the one killed.
But that did not matter. What mattered was the enemy. The creature who had murdered my brother. Not in battle, but as he lay almost helpless.
It was the humans whoâd told me the rest of Elfangorâs story. As the dome went crashing into Earthâs sea, my brotherâs fighter was damaged by the Yeerks.
He landed in an abandoned construction site. There were five human youths passing by: Jake, Cassie, Marco, Rachel, and Tobias.
Elfangor was dying, and he knew that Earth was now defenseless. He told the five youths about the Yeerk threat. And then he did what he should not have done. He gave them a weapon to fight the Yeerks.
He gave them the Andalite power to morph.
Never in all of history has any non-Andalite been given the power to morph. Itâs against our major law: the law of
Seerowâs Kindness
.
Only one other creature can morph: the Yeerk who invaded and took over an Andalite body. He is the only Andalite-Controller. There are hundreds of thousands of Hork-Bajir and Taxxons and humans enslaved that way, but only one Andalite.
Only one Yeerk has an Andalite body, and the power to morph.
The Abomination: Visser Three.
The humans told me of Elfangorâs last battle. How Visser Three had morphed into a huge, monstrous creature. How Elfangor had fought to the very end, lashing out helplessly. How Visser Three had opened his jaws and . . .
The humans donât know it, but if Elfangor had lived, he would have been in huge trouble. He would have been demoted, at very least. He would no longer have been a prince. Elfangor as the great hero would have been finished.
I had faced Visser Three more than once. He was still living. I had no excuse, except that I was still just an
aristh
. If I were a full warrior, it would have been total dishonor for me.
Elfangor would have had the courage. If it had been me killed by Visser Three, Elfangor would have gone right after him.
But I guess Iâm not Elfangor.
I said. Actually, I was not fine. Tobias being there reminded me that I had something planned for this morning, and I was nervous. Maybe thatâs why the morning ritual had not left me feeling calm, like it was supposed to. I was planning to do something very frightening. I was planning to go to school.
Tobias said.
I asked.
I listened.
I turned to face the
I bowed low.
I hesitated. Tobias had landed in the tree above.
I straightened up again, then assumed the fighting stance.
With that, I drew my tail blade forward and pressed it against my own throat.
Then I relaxed my tail. This was the part of the ritual that called for contemplation. You were supposed to think about the parts of the ritual and ask yourself if you were living up to all of it.
The destruction of my enemies, my most solemn vow. That was the part that stayed in my thoughts.
I had not destroyed my enemy. My enemy was terrible and powerful. And if I tried to destroy him, I would be the one killed.
But that did not matter. What mattered was the enemy. The creature who had murdered my brother. Not in battle, but as he lay almost helpless.
It was the humans whoâd told me the rest of Elfangorâs story. As the dome went crashing into Earthâs sea, my brotherâs fighter was damaged by the Yeerks.
He landed in an abandoned construction site. There were five human youths passing by: Jake, Cassie, Marco, Rachel, and Tobias.
Elfangor was dying, and he knew that Earth was now defenseless. He told the five youths about the Yeerk threat. And then he did what he should not have done. He gave them a weapon to fight the Yeerks.
He gave them the Andalite power to morph.
Never in all of history has any non-Andalite been given the power to morph. Itâs against our major law: the law of
Seerowâs Kindness
.
Only one other creature can morph: the Yeerk who invaded and took over an Andalite body. He is the only Andalite-Controller. There are hundreds of thousands of Hork-Bajir and Taxxons and humans enslaved that way, but only one Andalite.
Only one Yeerk has an Andalite body, and the power to morph.
The Abomination: Visser Three.
The humans told me of Elfangorâs last battle. How Visser Three had morphed into a huge, monstrous creature. How Elfangor had fought to the very end, lashing out helplessly. How Visser Three had opened his jaws and . . .
The humans donât know it, but if Elfangor had lived, he would have been in huge trouble. He would have been demoted, at very least. He would no longer have been a prince. Elfangor as the great hero would have been finished.
I had faced Visser Three more than once. He was still living. I had no excuse, except that I was still just an
aristh
. If I were a full warrior, it would have been total dishonor for me.
Elfangor would have had the courage. If it had been me killed by Visser Three, Elfangor would have gone right after him.
But I guess Iâm not Elfangor.
I said. Actually, I was not fine. Tobias being there reminded me that I had something planned for this morning, and I was nervous. Maybe thatâs why the morning ritual had not left me feeling calm, like it was supposed to. I was planning to do something very frightening. I was planning to go to school.
I listened.
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