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Rachel dreams - spoilers for the end of the Animorphs series

Her pace is steady, if only because anything that isn't steady calls her attention and gives her something to be angry at, and even Rachel finds it difficult to get mad at her own feet. Plodding along with her little bag slung over one shoulder, chewing numbly on some of the bread from yesterday's dinner, hardly looking around her. It's just another road in another state probably with another town that needs a thug tossed out of it or something. Doesn't need her, just needs anybody.

What's the point?

Grumbling to herself, a very tired, very cranky blonde continues on.

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Rachel frowns.

"To muck around in people's lives, that's what you mean. I've had enough of that, thanks."

"I prefer to aide, rather the muck. The future is coming, and as it stands, it's not so bright."

"The future is always coming and it's never bright," Rachel points out, unfazed - or at least pretending like she is. "And people who have enough power to aide always end up mucking.

"Even if they're stuck to an AOL start-up disc."

"It could be bright, if the right things happen." The light shines off all the other discs for a moment. "There'sa possibility, of all this being fixed."

Rachel snorts, giving off the impression that Mort is not the brightest of gods. "For how long? One year? Two? A hundred? What about after that? If something breaks and you fix it, it can still get broken again. It might even be easier to break it. You're not impressing anybody, but your klepto-followers," she says, gesturing at the trees and their shiny decorations.

"It's not meant to be impressive. It's meant to be helpful." Mort is like the OnStar of gods.

...best comparison ever.

"I didn't ask for help," Rachel points out.

"No, but you looked like you might need it."

"Newsflash, bald man in the CD: people aren't always what they look like."

Though some guidance wouldn't be unwelcome. It's the asking for it that's making her choke.

"Really?" His eyes twinkle. "Fine, fine. Then I guess there's nothing I can do for you."

"That's right."

Isn't it?

'Prophecy and Reflection.' She's not even sure what that means.

"Yes?" He tilts his head to one side. "In laymens terms, I know the future, and can see anywhere there's a reflection."

She hates mind-readers, too. Rachel scowls and thinks that really hard in his direction.

"...anywhere?"

That's the problem with acting before thinking - Rachel looks like she wants to swallow the question back a moment later.

It's a good thing he doesn't read minds, just body language. "Absolutely anywhere."

Frowning again, Rachel drops her gaze, inspecting the ground silently.

It would help if the one person she really wanted lived near anything that reflected him.

Though it doesn't really matter. She already knows he isn't there.

He will mourn you for the rest of his days.

But the place might be.

She rattles off the name, a California coastal city, gives the precise location - for the woods. "I need to know if there's been a hawk that's... acted strangely."

There is a flicker, as Mort checks for reflections around there. "There has been. There might be again. Two have come and gone, one may appear on the wings of fire." Prophecy isn't all that great with the details.

Prophecy sucks.

Jaw dropped, Rachel stares at the reflection for a moment before both hands are up to grip it, holding tight. "Wait-- wait, what does that mean? What kind of hawk was it? You mean it isn't there now but it was before?"

"Two unusual hawks." He flickers images. Both appear to be the same hawk, but one of them is missing an eye. "I'd hazard variations on the person you are looking for. But both of them have since moved on."

A flicker isn't enough. Rachel is bordering on desperate panic now, clinging to the CD while her eyes scan the images. "No- no, wait, bring that back! Are they red-tails?"

"Yes."

Oh god.

Oh god.

The Ellimist lied. It lied - it said he would mourn her, but he wouldn't, she'd find him, it would be fine, she'd find him.

But why bring him here? He didn't die, she knows he didn't, she would have felt it, she would know.

But then why-- why--

"Where? You said they moved on, you... where?"

He vanishes from her mirror for a good minute. When he comes back, it's with a sad look to his face. "No where reflective."

Her knuckles are turning white, gripping the CD so tightly, eyes hard.

"What direction? Are they still in the city? The state?"

His eyes flash silver for a moment. "They go to a land of ice and snow, far to the north."

Rachel stares and shakes her head sharply, long blonde hair flying, eyes shut tight as she tries to think. "No, he-- they-- look, redtails aren't built for cold weather! They would never go north, the hawk wouldn't be able to survive!"