The End of Animorphs

So many may not know that, yes, there is something I go geek over, and that is Animorphs. Over on the Project Am website, they're creating an animated flash series of the books, but we also discuss them like they just came out...Anyhoo there's a big controversy over the way it ended (**spoilers**). I, for one, think its just the worst, laziest ending ever! It even negates the idea of doing suitable fanfiction without rewriting the ending. Well, I woke up this morning in a brainstorm, a bitter, angry brainstorm. I'm not a fanfiction type of person, but I did donate five minutes of my time to what may be considered sacriligious. And I still can't tell you whether its an end or a beginning.

Animorphs: The End

 

 

            Jake here. Again. Whew! Our suicidal mission in space was nearing its final culmination. I, Jake, renewed leader of the Animorphs, have just given my last order. Ever. When faced with little option, I could only do one thing: Ram the blade ship, so that’s what we did.

 

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 Animorphs: The End

            From any vantage point, the view would be spectacular but especially from here, on the outside looking in. The small, swift Rachel strung a path, not stealthily but deadly, toward its foe, its old friend. As it collides with the Blade Ship, one could say the site is destructive, dangerous…beautiful. She wound her way through its bulky mass, the two ships tangling, wrestling in a ring of stars, Rachel weaving into the Blade Ship, the Blade Ship melting, seeping, fading into the Rachel. With one final, fluid moment, The Rachel became the Blade Ship; the Blade ship became the Rachel, their steely souls embracing into one until both receded, faded, and finally disintegrated… into nothing.

            For one split, miniscule, point in space, the heavens, ever so slightly, stood still, paused, at once in awe, in confusion. Then all was continued, the universe reborn. As if it had never happened, never existed.

            At once, it was all gone, no yeerks, no strife, no andalites, no war, no humans, no life, and in the end…there were no Animorphs.

(P.S. Though their house is basically destroyed, and I'm shallow for being worried about my sister's computer, clothes, video games, and movies, my family is fine, and everything is okay, and my aunt has called us, so...big relief)