<Serina, what are you doing to that Goncrun?> my mother chided me.
        I was swinging my tail at a tree.  I tend to do that when I am bored.  <Target practice.>  Since Andalites have no mouths, we need to communicate through telepathy.  Others call it thought speak.  I kept my main eyes on my target: a deep gash made in the tree by my grandfather, Zancian-Solicth-Inthil.  I swerved my stalk eyes towards my mother in our nearby scoop.
<Stop.  Females do not use their tails for target practice.  You will never need to use it in a fight; maybe to catch something that is falling; but never in a fight!  You will never be in one.>  I let the conversation drop there.
        Across to the east, I heard a “clip, clip clop, clip, clip clop” sound.  I turned my head in that direction, focusing my main eyes in one direction, and my stalk eyes swaying to either side.  My mother came to join me.  Then, on the horizon, I spotted them:  Two magnificent creatures standing on four slender legs, never swaying; confident of themselves in every way.  They are Andalites, with their delicate legs beneath them; their weak arms, each with seven fingers; their oval shaped faces with their almond shaped main eyes, and similar shaped stalk eyes.  Then the tail: very powerful, indeed, has a scythe blade at the end.  Those tails have been engaged in battle, and have saved precious objects from being destroyed by a fall.  I love all that about them.  They were my brother and father.
They were heading home from the communication center, where they worked with technology and building ships.
        It took them a few moments to cross the open field between us.  They greeted us in the same way as always: <Greetings Serina.  Greetings Manatha.> At our names, they each bowed their heads.  We answered them back: <Welcome home Sciltan.  Welcome home Yanshil.>  At their names, we bowed our upper bodies, and bent the front right knee in a sign of respect.
        As a group of four:  my mother Manatha, my father Sciltan, my brother Yanshil, and I; we ran to our scoop.  Before the dip of the hill that leads to the scoop, I turned around.  I saw the deep marking that grandfather Zancian made a long time ago.  Would I ever be able to be a fighter like he was?  Probably not.  I am a female, after all.  Females do not go to war.
Then, I looked to the sky, as in memory to him.  I saw a shimmer run through the sky, like a heat wave.  Like a cloaking device.
        It descended towards the ground.  It was a ship.  A Yeerk ship.
Only when it landed, was the cloaking device turned off.  The ship; the Yeerk ship, was that of Visser Three.  It was not detected.  The cloaking device prevented that.  It was all black, like deep space.  Above the ship, curved a metal shredder like that of an Andalite’s tail.  There were also two shredders on either side.
        I stood there in awe.  I had never seen the blade ship before.  Other than controllers, no one had...without being infested immediately after, or killed.
        Suddenly, there was a white line in the shape of a doorway.  My legs would not work.  Slowly the door lowered, revealing a creature of pure evil standing there.  He was an Andalite.  An Andalite with a Yeerk in his head.  He was the great warrior Alloran; Elfangor’s captain.
        The door was open, and Visser Three delicately stepped out from his ship.  I cocked my tail, ready to fight.  In thought speak, I heard this evil voice.  <Well, well, well.  A girl that knows how to fight!>  And then he laughed.  He broadcasted it for all to hear.
        With thought speak, there are always two ways to use it.  One way is to broadcast it for all to hear, and another way is to direct it to one person or a small group.
        Mother and father must have heard thought speak, because they were standing beside me with my brother very quickly.  Father cocked his tail, and Mother placed a hand on my tail as a signal to relax it.
Father spoke:  <I see you have found your way past our security.>
        <Let me just say, I found them “sleeping on the job.”>
        Visser Three must have privately said something to Hork-bajir inside his ship.  The next thing any of us knew, there were six or seven Hork-bajir standing around us.  I once again cocked my tail, and got into a fighting position.
        Father took a step towards Visser Three.  <You’re foolish, Sciltan.>  Visser Three announced arrogantly.  He swaggered down the ramp towards my father.  <You couldn’t be an even better fighter than Elfangor.  Elfangor fought to the end, though, of course, he did lose you know.  And how about you, Serina.  How good a fighter are you?>
        <Murderer!>  I yelled.
        <Silence, Serina!  Do not speak.> my mother whispered.
        <Mother, I do respect you, but no.  I will not be silent.  He will get what is coming to him.>  I stepped forward.  I was not afraid of him.  I was four, and challenging a Visser.
        <You’re brave, child, but do not challenge Me.>  He said the word child like I was someone unworthy of even being in his presence.  Maybe I was, but he was not taking a step onto Andalite ground.
I raised my tail even further.  And then, I struck.  Just to warn him, I struck from his shoulder, just across the chest.  He just stood there.  I went to give him a blow to the head by turning the rounded part of my tail to his temple, but this time he was faster.  He blocked my blow, and countered.  He put his tail a millimeter away from my throat.
        <Grab them.>  The Visser then pointed to my mother, father, and brother.  My mother and brother turned to run, but Hork-bajir gently grabbed them, so as not to harm them.  I did not move because I knew that with the slightest twitch of Visser Three’s tail, he could send my head rolling across the grass.  My father tried to fight the Hork-bajir.
        Tzzzzzzzap.  My dad crumpled at his feet.  I was not sure if he was alive or dead.  If he was alive, he would be either a controller, or a captive by the time he awoke.  Instead, a Hork-bajir gently picked him up, and started carrying him towards Visser Three.
Visser Three pulled his tail away from my throat, and hit my head.  I felt a falling sensation as I fell to my feet.  I was half conscious, when I heard Visser three say: <Take...them...to...the......ship.>
That was the last I saw of them.