My name is Daniel Feltorost Phanir, but I also go by many other names...

I am not human, or at least, not ALL human... I am a Halfaya, a race of powerful beings that lived in a world called the Ghostil Zone.

The Halfaya's were once wise, and honourable beings, they were very powerful and almost nothing could oppose them... until the Yeerks came...

Yeerks are like parasites... disgusting gray slugs that wrap themselves around a creature's brain and controlling their every action.

The Yeerks came for us... but we were too strong for them to control... so instead the Yeerks wiped us all out with a fatal disease...

I just bareley escaped... the disease was spreading quickly... killing everyone I had every known... destroying what was left of my family...

Now there are almost none of us left, I believe that I am the last... and I am angry at the Yeerks, and I will have my revenge...

I am living on Earth now, I have escaped here through a portal in the Ghostil Zone. This is my revuge, my sancuary, but the Yeerks have targeted Earth now...

Earth is almost completely defenceless, our allies, the Andalites, have not come to the human's aid... but there is still a small ray of hope:... The Animorphs.

I have been observing these "Animorphs" for quite some time now, they are young... but then again, so am I.

I was there when I saw my old friend, Prince Elfangor, give five simple human teens the power to morph... I also saw Visser Three murder the wounded Andalite Prince, but I could only helplessly watch...

The Animorphs are strong... but they are losing the battle...

I hope to reveal myself to them... soon...