• Years blew by as I learned to be an Ellimist. I learned how to stop time, become invisible to the naked eye, protect my mind from my fathers mind, block him from knowing where I am, erase minds, restore minds, and go back in time. Going back in time is really, really hard. I got sick the first time and second time. By the time I was fifteen, I could function as a free standing Ellimist. Instead of learning geography, and science like normal children, I visited new worlds and observed the inhabitants. Instead of astrology, I watched as stars were born right before my eyes. Instead of the arts, I studied the Web of Time, and the lives of the ones who lived on earth. But my mind always wandered back to when life was normal, and I sat in class learning about the Animorphs. My shoulder length dark brown hair, and brown eyes reminded me of the mother that I would never see again. My tan skin was a constant reminder of my father and my new life.

    One summer day I walked around my home, wondering about what might have been if I had not agreed. This year I would be starting high school. I would be at the beach with my friends, if I had any. I would be going shopping with my mom for school clothes, makeup, and school supplies. I would be with my friends boy watching. “I see that you’re restless again. What is it?” My father questioned softly.

    I stopped my pacing. “Just wondering about what might have been.” I replied.

    He smiled sadly at me and walked over to where I stood. “I know that you have been unhappy of late. Do you miss your mother?” He asked.

    I nodded solemnly. I did miss her and my old life. No matter how interesting this life was, I always hungered to speak to her, and Kir’il. A deep hole was in my solitary life, and I knew that only friendship and companionship could fill the void. “Well, I have been selfish. Not allowing you to see her or Kir’il was completely wrong. You were a mere child and I forced you into this lonely life. I am truly sorry for that.” He said sadly.

    “Father, I chose to remain. And I choose to be an Ellimist. Don’t beat yourself up for my choice.” I told him soothingly.

    He looked at me with gratitude, his blue eyes welling up in tears and said, “You are a full Ellimist. As per our agreement, you may go and live how you see fit. Just remember that there are rules.”

    I looked at him in puzzlement. “Rules? What rules?” I asked.

    “The rules that the Crayak and I must abide by. We have rules so that the universe does not become dominated by one or the other over night. I want you to remember that so we may fight the Crayak together and finally vanquish him.” He responded.

    I felt anger. For the first time in my life, I was filled with pure anger for my father. “How dare you. How dare you. How dare you say you love me, when all you wanted was another Ellimist on your side. How dare you ask me to stay as a child when all you wanted was another pawn under your control. Rules you say? Those are your rules, not mine, and I will not live by them.” I hissed at him.

    Fear passed through his eyes and I did not miss it. He tried to put his hand on my shoulder and I threw it off. “Don’t you touch me. I am not going to stay here any longer. You say that I can leave? Then I’m gone. Don’t even look for me, I’ll know you from a mile away.” I said angrily.

    I started to walk away, and I heard him call out, “Where are you going?”

    “To make something out of myself, away from you.” I replied, and vanished from the only home I’ve known for ten years.