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Spoiler OKAY so relevant info-I'm going for the "side character" challenge thingy. The series I'm doing is "Animorphs", by K.A Applegate + Michael Grant + various ghostwriters. I consider these two characters, Aldrea (the Andalite/blue alien centaur gal) and Dak (Hork-Bajir/big green snake lizard guy) side characters b/c they are dead before most of the series occurs, BUT BUT BUT they get their own book ("The Hork-Bajir Chronicles") that fucking breaks my heart into pieces every time I so much as think about it. I don't want to spoil too much, but like....honestly this entire book makes me bawl my eyes out but at the same time it’s my aesthetic to the max????? like, peaceful people being forced to kill and a girl dabbing on all the sexist haters and a lost cause but bittersweet/hopeful ending PLUS a bit of environmental subtext/tree-hugging???? BOIIIIII did applegate just go down a list of "stuff alicia digs" and check off all the boxes or WHAT. idk man. i first read this idk 8??? 9??? years ago and it still makes me cry like the 2 year old i am.
including some relevant quotes below. i definitely didn't do the Hork-Bajir world justice with this set, but also im not sure how to go about making 2000 foot (yeah. two THOUSAND) trees without skewing all the proportions everywhere, whoops
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"I laughed. “You almighty Andalites. There is no limit to your arrogance, is there? Well, let me tell you something: We may be simple people. But we don’t use biology to invent monsters. And we don’t enslave other species. And we don’t unleash a plague of parasites on the galaxy, endangering every other free species, and then go swaggering around like the lords of the universe. No, we’re too simple for all that. We’re too stupid to lie and manipulate. We’re too stupid to be ruthless. We’re too stupid to know how to build powerful weapons designed to annihilate our enemies. Until you came, Andalite, we were too stupid to know how to kill.” (The Hork-Bajir Chronicles, page 98)
"The end had come. The war was lost.
“It’s over,” Aldrea said. “The Andalites are gone. The Hork-Bajir are doomed."
But even now, I was not ready to surrender. Yes, the Andalites were gone. But surely there was still some hope. Surely there had to be some hope for my people.
”There are valleys the virus will not reach for a time,“ I said. "Some will survive. Surely some will survive. And … and there are still the trees."
"And us,” Aldrea said. “For now, for a while, we will have us."
We stood there for a long time. The passing of the Andalite ships had left swirls in the blue mist. But then the swirls were gone. All that remained were the pillars of smoke and the faint cries of those who had created my people.
And in orbit, and in all the valleys, and in the very heads of my people, there were the Yeerks.
I was Dak Hamee. Hork-Bajir seer. But I could not see the future. I could not see the hope I knew must still be there.
But I could see Aldrea. Different now, a Hork-Bajir. And yet still Aldrea. I could see her. And that would be enough." (The Hork-Bajir Chronicles, pages 115-116)... Read more