Note: This story is based completely on fiction. None of the events or descriptions in this story is real. Well, as far as I know, they're not! =)

The glare of the computer screen bathed her face in an iridescent glow. Her fingers raced across the keyboard, spilling words onto page after page. After a time, she paused, a thoughtful look on her face. Deep in thought, she absently drummed her fingers on the table. But as she sat there, the inspiration she was searching for failed to materialize. Frustrated, she rose and wandered out the door.

In the next room she was meet by a seemingly endless mountain of letters. Randomly she collected one from the pile and opened it.

'Dear K A Applegate,' it read 'I love your series the Animoprhs and…' She read on, smiling. She adored hearing from her fans. Every letter gave her this feeling of… A feeling of achievement. Soon, she thought. Soon you will discover the secret, my faithful fans. My secret.

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Dusk was slinking over the horizon. K A continued her lonely vigil at her computer. She was still plagued with this enduring lack of inspiration. She cast her gaze around the room and it's encompassing walls. It was cluttered with posters; panoramic views of rainforests and oceans. The entire rear wall was dominated by a colossal image of majestic Planet Earth in all her glory, lying in a bed of stars. To this picture K A often turned when her imagination failed her, but tonight it was unyielding to any of it's visions. Sighing, she returned to the empty screen. This was getting harder. She had half a mind to reveal her secret, end it all now. No, she thought. I must have patience.

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The moon embarked on its solitary journey through the star scattered sky. Stray beams of moonlight filtered through the open window, casting shadows that lurked and prowled in the darkened corners of the room. Still K A sat, staring blankly at the monitor. But her mind was set. She would ask, no, tell him that she would divulge her secret now. She'd waited long enough. The time was right. She had more than a thousand fans, a thousand followers. And she could no longer keep them in the dark. Yes, she smiled. I'll tell them. They should be nicely surprised.

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They were running. Screaming. Behind them their homes, their lives, succumbed to raging fire. Lost souls broke down in the charred street and cried. Children wandered, abandoned and terrified beyond help. Beyond hope.

K A glanced at the clock hanging humbly on the wall. 6:43. She turned off the TV. The screams were silenced… Eagerly she rose from her chair and climbed the bare wooden stairs to the attic. As she opened the trap door, an unforeboding gust of stale air swept over her. But she was too pent-up with anticipation to take any heed of it. Brazenly she approached a small alcove, which in contrast to the rest of the sprawling attic, was neat and organized. In the corner sat a chrome panel littered with lights and buttons. Hanging from the sloping roof was what looked like a type of spotlight. K A gently brushed her fingers against a faintly glowing blue panel. Before her a figure appeared. A hologram. Slightly purple fur rippled across his deer like body. His face was unpretentious, furnished with two deep, chocolate brown eyes, but they were anything but inviting. On his head poised two more eyes, adjoined to two long flexible stalks.

Ah, Khalin Seven Nine One. How is your 'Animorph' infiltration project going? he demanded, his voice like steel.

"Visser, I think the time is now. I will reveal our scheme in the next edition of the book." K A said, with just a hint of nervousness.

Good, good Khalin. The invasion is already well under way…

Author's Note: I am no way implying that K A is a controller!!! It's just an idea I had…