Chronicle One
-Prelude-
The First
My name is The First.
I am the cosmic referee.
And much to my annoyance, I've been called back to my duty again. Neither Toomin, the brilliant loser, or the vile Crayak could stand the results of what was supposed to be the last game.
But I suppose it was naive of me to expect them to accept a tie.
Toomin, or Ellimist as he insists upon being called, made the first move.
He banished the Yeerks and resurrected one of the dead warriors, Rachel. He changed the form of the Andalite and twisted the fate of Elfangor's son. He also altered the state of Elfangor's beloved.
And for the time being, that was enough for him.
But I had to also let Crayak play. For, you see, I am bound by rules as well. Well, really, just one rule -- which is that I give no player an advantage over the other.
Crayak re-established the Yeerk threat and resurrected the warrior Ellimist had left in the dust. He changed the fate of a player as well, though one of much less important than the aristh. At the time, anyway.
It didn't take me long to realize that Crayak had tipped the scales in his favor, positioning himself to win the game without much challenge.
So I started sending the flashbacks. I warned Ellimist's players of the Yeerks and told them of each other. I also attempted to warn them of Crayak's warrior, but things did not go as planned in that case.
Then Toomin too began to tip the scales. He guided the ex-nothlit to the morphing cube and gave the ex-Andalite the power to morph.
And you know what I've realized? That's pretty damn ungrateful. If it wasn't against the rules, I'd end the game here. Unfinished, unresolved.
But I can restore the old game. I can stop moderating this amateur game of chess, if I find a way to make it all right again.
And I think I've found a way.