Disclaimer: I am sad, because I do not own Animorphs. But I love K.A. Applegate for leaving so many delicious wholes that us fanfiction people can fill in. Thank you K.A. Applegate! This has some spoilers for Ellimist Chronicles, so if you haven't read that, then, well, you might be somewhat confused...

So go read it. It's good. Really! Probably the best out of all the Chronicles, though I haven't yet read Visser and I badly want to!

Well, love yaz and I hope you enjoy this, and I promise there will be more. Lots, lots more...

Oh and I did some adjustments to this first chapter 'cause everyone was REALLY confused. XD! Sorry guys! It's fixed now, here you go!

Oh and her sister's name is pronounced Deekwa. Just so you know...XD!

Eudrea

I clung to the memory of Diqua, my sister. The dear child I had spent most of my child hood with and I still do. I wanted more than anything for her to be back, alive with me. But I knew this was not possible. As my father would never return. As my mother would never return. And so I tried to live my life as best I could. Without them.

I was young still. Independent. I had no husband. My life, it seemed was not going to be any more interesting than this. I almost wished for a husband. Almost wished for one, just to quell the loneliness that grew in my life. People have termed me beautiful, although I don't see how I could be, and I was delighted to hear such a thing. It made me happy, it really did. But I was not pleased with myself, for I felt like I could not have been more useless. I had no children to care for. The grief in my heart would not allow me to make room for a little one. I had no love life- I had courted, but I was always distant during little walks and outings, and I was grievous as well. I guess they couldn't deal with me crying so much. And so they left me.

I was not intelligent, science was not for me. I was not gifted with muscle or speed- forget about trying sports or being a warrior, even if they did allow females to fight now; so that ruled out the military too. I could not find any art to express my pain. Nothing could suffice me. Nothing could destroy the ache within. So I soon wished to leave. To go and rid myself of the world and the world of me.

I kept thinking of her; Diqua.

She was born with only one arm. Like me.

She was sweet.

They adopted her. Our mother never bore any shame for her, or for me. She was just glad to have children.

And our father? He adored us both. Diqua as much as me. He like having daughters. He said we would never leave him, unlike males who grow up and marry and leave. We would be there.

At least, I would.

Father died in battle, as he would have liked. Mother pined away after his death, poor fragile and dependent thing.

Diqua left next. At first I thought there was nothing wrong. Then I knew; she was dying of the same cancer her mother had, orphaning her.

I lost my Diqua.

I mourned her for three years.

Three years I lived alone in that cold scoop, abandoned, unloved; a scoop that had once been warm; with a family that had loved me and doted on me all my life.

All gone.

And it seemed I would live out the rest of my days alone, bitter, in despair.

I just ached whenever I thought of it. My life would be pointless. Wasted.

I decided to take things into my own hands, while I could, before anyone could prey on me, or take advantage of me. Before the government forced me to give up my home and live among the other handicapped Andalites nearby.

Before a neighboring male could show up and demand it of me- the filthy vecol slut.

No. I would not allow myself to be so degraded.

I would be laid to rest, with my family, with my memories, by my own tail, in the afternoon, for that had been the time of day when we were usually all at home. All together. All the best times of my life had been in the sweet late afternoon of day.

I spent what I believed would be my last day thinking- trying to remember all the best times of my life.

And it all came down to one thing-

I had been happiest with my family.

And with no chance to create one of my own, I sought to be with the one I'd already had.

As the suns began to change in the sky, I looked out of the scoop, sitting, towards the small sloope that led down to the field and the small lake where I and my sister had played all of our days.

I lifted my tail blade, sharpened, to my throat...

The Ellimist

No! I could not allow her to do this!

Not after seeing all she had been through. Not after seeing her...

One of the most beautiful creatures I'd ever seen. She had the simplicity of my Tree. The eyes of my Star.

I could not allow her life to be wasted...

I could do nothing for my Star now, but perhaps I could do something for this one girl.

In Andalite form, standing behind her, I stopped her tail blade with mine.

Eudrea

This was it...

Now I would end it all. The blade's tip touched my throat and...

Was knocked away!

I looked behind me with my eyestalks.

A male stood over me, looking down at me.

The Ellimist

DO NOT BE AFRAID. I said softly.

Or...so I thought...

(AAAAAAAHHHHH!) she screamed in terrified thoughtspeech.