Animorphs: The Hidden Trilogy- The Eighth

Chapter 18

I demorphed after I gained some distance. I began my training by myself some techniques thatmy Andalite friend taught me. Speed-morphing, and adaptive-morphing, that is. I never perfected adaptive-morphing, but I accidentallydo it sometimes, the luckiest is when I almost defeated most of the Animorphs by speed-morphing into various animals. The tusks of elephant showing up first while I'm speed-morphing from a rhino to an elephant, the trunk of elephant showing up second when Marco held me easily by the tusks, and the size of the elephant disappearing last when I'm speed-morphing into a grizzly.

And my first successful intentional adaptive-morphing is when I morphed my jaguar's fangs into a cobra's while I fought Visser Three.

Oh yeah. Adaptive-morphing is using the animals' DNA's in you to help you adapt in the situation. It's a bit same like the basic morphing, except you will only morph the only part you need. You need to think of getting that part out of your body and keep it hanging in your mind or it'll either morph back to normal or you'll end up morphing the whole animal. So this needs great focus.

I focused on morphing my eyes into those of an owl. I closed my eyes and thought of it, how owls see clearly and easily at night. An itchy sensation crawled along my eyes for a moment. I opened my eyes.

"Woah." I muttered as I saw the forest around me clearly as it is in the morning.

I lost my focus on that.

The eyes covered up half of my face and I started shrinking. I grew feathers across my body. Talons replaced my feet and wings replaced my arms. My bones shifted, making that grinding sensation. My teeth melted into a beak. Finally my ears shifted and disappeared under feathers.

I'm an owl now.

<I failed again.> I muttered to myself. I decided to fly around a little to ease my mind but bright lights blinded my eyes.

VROOOOM. . .

VROOOOM. . .

VROOOOM. . .

Half a dozen Park Ranger vehicles, filed into one line, zoomed across the narrow trail near my hiding place.

At this time of the night?!

That's odd.

I spread my wings and take flight as I followed them to who-knows-where.

Minutes later I saw heavy machinery cutting away trees. Hork-Bajirs hacked down trees with either their own blades or chainsaws, while 'Park Rangers' drove the construction machines. At the middle of the clearing they have made, an almost-finished building stood. Above it is a tall metal tower of some sort, maybe an antenna. I might not guess what it is, but I know it's up to no good.

But what will I do? Attack them alone? Meh, I'm not crazy enough to do that.

Tell it to the Animorphs tomorrow? Maybe.

Train more in adaptive morphing? Sure.

So I turned my direction and flew away.