Theme 70: I'm Worried About You

[failegaidin]

Today's theme:

I'm Worried About You1. Submit your drabble that fits this theme as a comment to this post. It should be between 100-300 words, if you go over/under a bit that's fine! If it's longer than say 400 words, I ask that you post on your journal or fanfiction.net and then submit the link to this post. If you find that your story is going

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[rattyjol]

Fandom: Animorphs
Claim: Elfangor & family
Rating: PG
Drabbles completed so far: 23/100

< Good morning, Father. > I twisted one stalk eye to watch his approach from behind, continuing my strengthening exercises. I missed my strong human arms with their ten thick fingers. It wasn't nearly as acute of a loss as my tail blade and stalk eyes were, but it was harder to remember. Just as during my first few human years I had been reluctant to move things, I now found myself attempting to lift objects far too heavy for Andalite arms.

< Good morning. > He trotted up to the bank of the stream to begin his morning ritual, and I felt a deep sense of loss in my core. I may have regained my birth form, but I no longer felt like an Andalite, no longer felt the spiritual effects our rituals are meant to provide.

When he had finished, he stood, gazing with all four eyes out across the grazing fields. I stood several tail-lengths behind, stalk eyes fixed on the ground beneath my hooves like a child waiting for punishment. I knew what was coming.

< I wish you would tell us what happened to you. > I had anticipated the question, but I expected more anger and less sorrow.

< I was stranded on a primitive planet, > I recited. It was only half a lie and I hated it -- but how do you tell your family you abandoned them for another planet, another people? How do you break it to them that you have a son -- a human son -- that you have never met? How do you explain that you created The Abomination, the single greatest victory for the Yeerks since Seerow's Kindness?

< It's more than that, > he said, both stalk eyes turning to fix me with that disappointed stare that had prompted me into good behavior so often as a child. < You're drifting, Elfangor. Where is your courage? Your faith? Your love? >

< I -- > I had no response.

< A parent can sense when his child's hearts break, Elfangor. I only hope she was worth the pain. >