[Video*] [Week 18, Day 4] I just want you to know who I am
[The Hitomi goes directly to video. It's dark, but the light coming from Yomisato is enough to illuminate the trees for anyone familiar enough with the area to recognize it as the outskirts of the village.
The screen flips around, catches images of blue-black blood pooling across the ground, clumps of fur, moving too quickly, barely catches a glimpse of Elfangor's broken body.]
< This is the hirac delest of Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul, Andalite prince. I open my mind in the ritual of death. I open my mind and let all my memories--all my secrets--go to be recorded... >
[And then there are images, mere flashes of images for most people who will view this. Only the briefest skimming of the surface of his past.
Training with Sofor, when he was still untested in tail blade combat.
Meeting humans for the first time -- Loren and her distracting blonde hair, threatening to shoot him. “Freeze, horse-boy.”
A strange off-white sphere, ominous in its almost unassuming appearance.
The Taxxon homeworld, a feeding frenzy, terrifying chaos. Arbron, trapped as a Taxxon forever. Alloran, turned into the Abomination, the first and only Andalite Controller. His fault, all his fault.
Tearing across the Taxxon world in that yellow Mustang, blaring The Rolling Stones, drinking Dr Pepper, both confused and amazed at human ingenuity.
Living asteroids, devouring ships. Airlessness, the surety of death. The black hole. The Time Matrix again, only this time at the center of a vortex. Battling Mortrons alongside Loren, tail-fighting the Yeerk Esplin in Alloran's body.
And finally, an end to it. Peace. Running away to Earth with Loren, building a life away from the war.
But no. The Ellimist. Come to take him back to the war, to defend his people, both Andalite and human.
The construction site.
But certain people, people whom he has come to regard as close, people whom he trusts... they will receive it all. If they are touching their Hitomis. Oh, they may not understand it all, but it will be open to them. Because they deserve to know more about who he is, what he has done.
It all happens so quickly, the stream of consciousness dumping into minds--too quickly almost, because this process, it is meant for computerized storage, but there is nothing like that available, this is all he has, and he must share it, before it is too late.
When it is over, the Hitomi clatters to the ground. It catches the empty glaze of Elfangor's main eyes, and the shape of a man (a one-armed man) standing behind him, a bloodied blade in hand. An Andalite tail blade.
And then it goes dead.]
The screen flips around, catches images of blue-black blood pooling across the ground, clumps of fur, moving too quickly, barely catches a glimpse of Elfangor's broken body.]
< This is the hirac delest of Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul, Andalite prince. I open my mind in the ritual of death. I open my mind and let all my memories--all my secrets--go to be recorded... >
[And then there are images, mere flashes of images for most people who will view this. Only the briefest skimming of the surface of his past.
Training with Sofor, when he was still untested in tail blade combat.
Meeting humans for the first time -- Loren and her distracting blonde hair, threatening to shoot him. “Freeze, horse-boy.”
A strange off-white sphere, ominous in its almost unassuming appearance.
The Taxxon homeworld, a feeding frenzy, terrifying chaos. Arbron, trapped as a Taxxon forever. Alloran, turned into the Abomination, the first and only Andalite Controller. His fault, all his fault.
Tearing across the Taxxon world in that yellow Mustang, blaring The Rolling Stones, drinking Dr Pepper, both confused and amazed at human ingenuity.
Living asteroids, devouring ships. Airlessness, the surety of death. The black hole. The Time Matrix again, only this time at the center of a vortex. Battling Mortrons alongside Loren, tail-fighting the Yeerk Esplin in Alloran's body.
And finally, an end to it. Peace. Running away to Earth with Loren, building a life away from the war.
But no. The Ellimist. Come to take him back to the war, to defend his people, both Andalite and human.
The construction site.
But certain people, people whom he has come to regard as close, people whom he trusts... they will receive it all. If they are touching their Hitomis. Oh, they may not understand it all, but it will be open to them. Because they deserve to know more about who he is, what he has done.
It all happens so quickly, the stream of consciousness dumping into minds--too quickly almost, because this process, it is meant for computerized storage, but there is nothing like that available, this is all he has, and he must share it, before it is too late.
When it is over, the Hitomi clatters to the ground. It catches the empty glaze of Elfangor's main eyes, and the shape of a man (a one-armed man) standing behind him, a bloodied blade in hand. An Andalite tail blade.
And then it goes dead.]