My name is Destiny. That's all I can tell you. I can't tell you where I live or where I go to school. None of it. As far as you can be sure "Destiny" may not even be my real name. That's how careful I have to be. I am X years old. Yea, I'm not even going to tell you my age.

Our world, Earth, is in trouble. We are being invaded. Forget what you've seen in movies. Independence Day and all that, I laugh when I see 'em. This is a war that is in secret. You know how your parents told you to trust police? Forget 'em, you can't trust them either. The only person you can trust is me. Why?

Cuz I'm fighting on the front lines for us. For humanity. For Earth.

I'm not fighting on my own. There are others like me. We can morph into any animal we touch. It's a trick that has come in use for quite some time now. There are six others like me. Five are human and one is an Andolite, picture a deer crossed with a scorpion and a human and paint it blue with another pair of eyes. However there is one catch with these guys.

They don't know I exist. There's another player to our side as well but we will get to him later.

Right now I had to worry about actual working.

"Welcome to Dairy Queen. I'll take your order when you are ready!" I said in my most cheerful-smiley voice. The family of four came in and the parents had them sit down and the father walked up to me. "How are you today sir? Staying cool?" I asked. The temperature outside was a blazing one-hundred and three degrees. Staying cool was a must. The kids looked like they were heading to the beach, swim trunks on the boy topped with a t-shirt that could easily be taken off and handed to mom who didn't seem to be doing any swimming. The father and daughter both shared similar fashions. The girl had a Dora the Explorer swim top on with shorts for modesty. "Trying to. Beach today." I looked over and smiled at the kids. They were cute, "Sounds like fun. Are you guys going to build a sand castle?" Obvious question to ask a seven and five year old. "Yep. I'm gonna build one this high!" exclaimed the boy who jumped up off the seat and reached as tall as he could. I feigned surprise. "WOW! You got to have mom take a picture and show me okay? I want to see it." He nodded excitedly.

In all honesty I didn't have my hopes up for a picture; rarely did they make them that big. I know. I've tried myself thousands of times. Looking around the dad finally made his choices. A sundae for him, Oreo blizzard for the wife and two cones for the kids. After paying he moved towards the family and I set about helping fill the orders. Amazingly even though the temperature was hot outside we were empty inside. I grabbed the cones first. Keep the kids happy was important for customers coming back.

Walking over I smiled and handed each child their cone, ensuring the girl got hers before I let go. I handed the mother a cup to help the little one, just in case it was too much. As I got back to the counter I saw another group of teens come in. I recognized them immediately. As did they, but for different reasons. One with brown hair a few years my junior looked up at the menu then recognized me. "Destiny? Didn't know you worked here." I smiled and shrugged. "Ah, it's a small world after all Jake. What's causing your brain freeze today?" I asked getting a look from the manager. Bad word choice. Jake smiled and looked around. "Hunger buster, we'll go from there." Another I knew, his cousin Rachel, was next. She was blonde, tall and beautiful. A perfect figure for a gymnast. I knew her better than Jake; we were in the same algebra class. After her was her best friend. An African American girl who was slightly shorter than Rachel and me. They both mused together on what they should get. Cassie, the girl, ordered an Oreo blizzard while Rachel went with a hot fudge sundae. Finally was Marco. Marco had olive skin, dark hair and eyes, and a sense of sarcasm that is normally considered the amount that is usually reserved for humor. But it didn't faze me much. I knew him better than the others. He's sat with me for the past month at lunch and I think I was making his friends jealous. When he finished ordering and joking the family left leaving them the only customers left. They paid for their food and sat down in the back where it was quiet. They all knew me through either each other or classes but I knew them as the Animorphs. They didn't know that I was an Animorph too. I tried to stick in earshot as much as possible while looking nonchalant and causing a stir from my manager or them. It was a trait that I had picked up easily. They had been planning something lately, I knew it but I couldn't help. Not yet at least. I guess you could say I was on call for emergencies.

They same reason that they don't remember me is the same reason that I can't help but we'll get to that later.

After they finished they bid me farewell and Marco asked what the trick question answer really was in Chemistry (our teacher has the tendency to put irrelevant questions to "encourage his students to think outside the box and wake up their brains") I told him that it had to be The Color Purple. It was a question about what Alice Walker and Roy G. Biv had in common. Too easy. I tend to be a literature nut.

After that I cleaned the restraint and was in the middle of sweeping when I heard another customer come in. The manager took it, "A Snickers blizzard with actual snow." I knew what that was. A password. My manager didn't say anything as he pushed something beneath the counter. I didn't pay attention. It would be bad if I was noticed so I continued to act like I was working. Like I said, it was a talent that was well developed by now.

The customer smiled at me and I asked him how the heat was. He told me that if it was possible to have an actual blizzard he would be more than happy to deal with all the snow in the morning. I laughed and he moved to a door that was supposedly the family bathroom. I knew that there was a secret entrance in there. I never bothered to try and actually LOOK for it but I knew it was there.

Two hours, a fifteen minute rush, and one hundred and two ice cream cones, sixty blizzards and two spilled drinks later I was off and on my way home. Riding the bus was kind of creepy, not because I have social anxiety disorder but because five minutes into the ride everything stopped.

Remember that reason I said that I could morph and the Animorphs didn't know about me?

Get ready to meet him.