Animorphs

The Ananulpi
by JoshuaAM

The Ananulpi is a collection of stories that is the basis of the Andalie religion. Andalites have only one religion so this very ancient text is important to all of them. The Ananulpi is to Andalites what the Bible is to people of the Christian or Jewish faiths. No one really know who wrote this series of songs, poetry, stroies, and an numbrer of other things that pertain to the Andalite faith. Andalie scholars say that there was obviously not one writer, but many writers. The Ananulpi is way to long to write down in one collection so scholars and school students simply remember the passages. Younger Andalites have a much better memory and are able to remember the text better than older Andalites. Because it is so long, I only have excerpts from the Ananulpi. They are only about one-hundreth of the entire Ananulpi.

These are the most well-known of the passges. The book begins with the first story of creation and ends with the last prayer all Andalites muist say at the end of the world, or else go to the Andalite version of hell.

The following story is about the creatoin of Andalites, and of the world.

In the very begining of time, the Andalite homeworld held nothing. No vegitiation of any kind. No mountains, rivers, vallies, or hills could be found throughout the whole planet. No moons circled the barren rock either. But, one day, the planet got a treat when the ground thrust up, pushing a being through the lifeless soil. The being was Larvendu, the Fat One, the Creator, the Owner. Larvendu was not in any way an Andalite. He did not even look similar to one. In fact, the earth had spit up the ugliest thing in creation, so ugly, his looks can not be described and no statues or paintings can show his face. Yet, Larvendu, the Ground Dweller, is our creator and is the high god and we are asked to sacrifice ourselves to him. First, Larvendu created the moons and a number of other celestial bodies and put life on them. On the homeworld he made mountains and rivers and vallies and hills. Then he made Andalites and all other life and gave that llife to the Andalites. Andalites were the owners of all. Larvedu also took a magnificently beautiful virgin Andalite to be his queen. But with creation came death. So Therm (which means "Place of Storage") was made. It was separated into four parts: Balt, Narod, Fleps, and Dupoldupox. Balt is similar to heaven, Narod is much like hell, Fleps is a place for souls neither good nor bad, just dead, and Dupoldupox ("Creature Box") is for all dead creatures not Andalites. Though it does clash with science, Larvendu was said to create all life. Modern scholars say he crested the simplest of beings and let more complex cretures be created through evolution.

This is an ancient song called "Larvendu, The Creator." Note that Andalites have no sense of rhyme. It has just never been invernted. It is purposeless. This song would be accompanied by drum-like insruments. Andalites have few instruments sense they lack mouths to play types of horns and other mouth instruments. "Larvendu, The Creator"

He created grasses, and he created shrubs.
He is Larvendu, the highest of the gods.
He sits with his princess beside him, in her golden throne.
He treats all with respect, and he knows all by name.
For he is the great creator.

At the end, a type of dance is done. This dance is simple, consisting of a few steps forward, then a full turn.

This is a legened of Larvendu's queen Naeendra (when given immortality, an Andalite loses his or her last two names, for they are no longer important).

One day, while Naeendra gfalloped through the Holy Garden, sucking up the sweet grasses with their lush flavor, she encountered a funny creature. She spoke with this creature for a very long time. She did not realize that this creature was pure evil. The creaature tried to kill the strong son of Larvendu and Naeendra, named Orpoxaha. he was given the name, which meant "Tree Person." When Naeendra heard of this attempted murder, she banished this wicked creature, named Poy, to Therm, so he could be lonely and evil all he wanted and not hurt anyone but the dead. Poy is an angry god. The only reason Naeendra made Poy a god was so he could forever suffer in Therm. Naeendra gave Poy twelve attendant, who were wvil Andalites. And after staying in the darkness of Therm, they became greatly disfigred and grotesque demons. They were called the Kasstha, or "Ugly Travelers."

This story tells of the birth of the goddess and paron of all arts.

The bright and radiant Clinhos-Parlo-Payamon, son of Naeendra and her own brother, Holpon, loved to make music that filled every corner of the land. His stregnth and radiance matched that of the gods. While traveling through Bolotnap, he came across a beautiful princess fighting off a horde of imaginary enemies with her tail blade. He came upon the princess, love stricken. But he startled her and she killed him imediately. She looked at his face as he lay dead and instantly fell in love with him. She weeped over his body and the tears transformed into twin baby Andalites. Crexolene, the female, and Amkinta, the male. The princess raised them with all aspects of the arts-- music, theater, crafts, inventions, visual arts, and other things.

But sadly, one day, Crexolene killed Amkinta much in the way that her mother killed Clinhos. Amkinta's mother and sister cried for so long, they created a lake in Bolotnap which can still be seen today. His mother is still crying in Therm because Poy seperated her from both Clinhos and Amkinta out of cruelty. His excuse was that she were not kind enough, and told gossip often, which was a lie. But Crexolene was saved from this fate because she was made a goddess by the humane, loving Naeendra. She became goddess of the arts. She bore a son who later became the god of history. She named the son Amkinta, in honor of the sibbling she killed.

This is the Morning Ritual, performed to welcome each new day.

From the water that gave birth to us, from the grass that feeds us, from the freedom that unites us, we raise to the stars. Freedom is my only cause. Duty to my people, my only guide. Obedience to my prince, my only glory. The destruction of my enemies, my most solemn vow. I (the brave Andalite's name goes here), Andalite (his rank here) offer my life.

This is a poem which is ancient. It is about the birth of a sacred gijimol. Later the gijimol will be sacrificed. A gijimol is a large, nearly blind, hairy mammal. Not all gijimols were sacred of course. Any animal could be sacred. Such rituals no longer take place. Besides, the gijimol is almost extinct and it is illegal to kill them or harm them in any other way. This poem was not titled, and, as said before, has no rhyming.

Mighty Larvendu,
The Fat One,
Who gave us this great beast,
We will give it back to you.
We shal kill it,
And each dip our hooves in its blood.
Now it is young and cries for its mother,
Sacred, we love this animal,
The beast belongs to Larvendu,
And back to him it shal go.

This is the Forgiveness Ritual. I have made everything right, I have learned everything that can be learned.

The birth of the god Elp is also an amazing story. Here it is:

Poy, the loathesome god of the underworld decided he needed a wife. He told himself he would marry the next female he saw. But, the only other people who lived in Therm (besides the dead), were that Kasstha, the uglieast Andalites of them all. And, to Poy's dismay, the first female he saw was Kangchep, one of the Kasstha. Poy killed her in anger and Kangchep was pittied by the higher gods and was made immortal to reign with them. Her stone heart was replaced with on of gold and her looks were restored to their beauty, the way they were before she was banished to Therm. A new Kasstha was taken down to Therm to take Kangchep's place. But with Kangchep's new golden heart she was obligated to ask Poy to marry her. But she told him she was Litcar, or "Beauty of Many Stars" since she no longer looked like one of the lowly Kasstha. Poy agreed and the marriage took place. It was a great celebration for all the gods. Poy never found out who Litcar was and still to this dat\y doesn't. One day Litcar, as even the higher gods now called her, became pregnant with Poy's son. This son, who was much like his evil father, fought out of Litcar's womb, and out of her body. This resulted in severe wounds to Litcar but Rownelli, the doctor to the gods, sewed her flesh back together. Poy named his troublesome son Elp. This name simply means "Son." Elp became the most disliked of all the gods. Andalites today only worship in fear of his wrath, or sometimes, they don't worship him at all. He is the supposed "god of fear" and lives with Poy in Therm.

Though it is no longer used, Andalites once had a form of a rain dance. To participate in the dance, you had to have tamed one of three dangerous animals; the teplune, a serpent-like creature known for its venom; Kentier's plau, a small vicious mammal known for its sharp teeth and claws that help poison; and the jachee, a many-eyed creature that lets off an electric shock when frightened. Andalites would dance with these creatures, trying not to get injured or killed. If they were, it was considered a bad omen and the dance was stopped. If not, rain was expected within the next sunrise. The dance is no longer sone due to the injuries Andalites endured and because rain always didn't come. This poem was recited during the well-choreographed dance. It was recited between 300 to 500 times before the dance stopped!

We dance and dance, hoping for rain,
But will you bring it?
Larvendu, bless us with rain,
We have not yet been injured,
So we will continue.

At the end of the ritual, the animals were carefully released.

Before the science of morphing had even been thought of, there were legends of Andalites being able to morph at the very beginning of time. Each Andalite had one animal that they were able to urn into. Untill Larvendu took this power away. This is the story. Larvendu looked around not long after the creation of time and was upset with what he saw. People turning into jeckplads and fertinas and yaelpas and cochturs and the many other vreatures of the world. This changing of shape made Larvendu very mad! Even though he could turn into any animal he wished (being a god), he didn't see why Andalites should have this power. He vowed to take away the changing power unless a brave Andalite was challenges by a series of riddles he had to get right. Every single one of them. Dolltus-Merimult-Shesplin, a wise Andalite, took up this callenge. Larvendu did not specify how many question would be asked, though. Larvendu sent his servent, Lult, to ask Dolltus riddles. In this time, Larvendu took away the changing power. but the prophet-goddess Mynelt predicted Andalites would find it again someday and that it would be more glorious than before. We pray for that day. This story was believed to be the motive for studying the science of the morphing power.

The cochtur is the most-mentioned animal in the Ananulpi. It was known in ancient times for its prophetic poweer and wisom. Of course, it has no prophetic powers and is actually exremely stupid! This story tells how the cochtur got its gift of prophecy and great intelligence.

Cochtur was never a smarrt or strong creature. He was very small, quiet, and shy. But one thing cochtur did now was kindness. He was always willing to help anyone in need. One day he came up to Mynelt, the daughter of Amkinta, the god of history, and Ailcreen, the goddess of beauty. Mynelt herself was the goddess of prophecy. When cochtur came, Mynelt was weeping upon a rock. She wailed to the critter something about her slent (a type of Andalite toy for young Andalites, much like a top) falling into the nearby lake. Mynelt had a child's toy because she was a youthful goddess put in the body of a teenaged Andalite. But the web-footed cochtur jumped right into the water to retrieve the toy. Mynelt was so pleased and surprised with cochtur's kidness that she gave him great wisdom and stregnth. Also, since she was the goddess of prophecy, she gave him this power. Since ancient Andalites thought cochturs had the gift of prophecy, it was the symbol of many omens. Cochturs could mean anything from a new love, rain, or a great doom, depending or where you were.

This is the Wish-Flower Ritual, honoring birth.

We welcome our hopes embodied, we welcome a new branch of the tree, we welcome new life that springs from the dark caverns of death. That this new life can lead a nation, become honored high, and gain the respect of others.

It is said that the grass around the mythical lkae of Plod is the freshest. The water in the lake is the clearest. It also has a mythical animal called the lerphta (meaning "Oh Sweet One"), who makes a substance that is much like honey. And much like the bees who make honey, lerphtas live in hives, have a queen (though it could also be a king in the lerphta's case since the queen on bees and the queen of lerphtas have different functions, and can sting, though lerphtas have three stingers intead of one. Despite that facty that laerphtas suppossedly stung, many Andalites wanted to run through the tall grasses, drink the pure water, and taste the sweet food of the lerphtas of Plod. THough Andalites no longer believe in this story, it is still used as a fable for young Andalites. Here are the writings of an Andalite who was supposedly went there.

After years of searching! I had found it! There was only one way to describe it: magical! They had called me a fool for trying to find it. But I had! I had! Now I had to make sure that this was really Plod. he great Plod I had heard of.

I ran through the grasses. Magic! I laughed in sheer joy at the nutrients in this grass that I had never before eaten.

I dipped my hoof daintily into the clean water. Magic! So cleansing and pure that I decided top bathe in the shallower waters.

I tasted the sweet substance of the lerphtas, being careful not to be stun. Magic! Complete magic!

But as much as I loved Plod, I decided to leave. I knew it wasn't my home. I didn't even try to remember my way back to Plod. One visit was enough for me.

The following is the last thing in the Ananulpi. It is a poem entitled "To Come." It is said you must say this at the end of the world, or be dommed forever to Narod. It is also said you will know when its the end of the world for the earth will quake and split and Larvenu will come out of the groud with a large staff of death.

To Come

I hope I can see much,
My future looks very bright.
And because I said this poem,
Balt is waiting for me.
Waiting . . . Waiting . . . Waiting . . .

Then the Andalite is supposed to kill him or herself.

The myths have ended. The Ananulpi teaches much about the Andalite reliogion, and about the Andalites themselves. As the Andalite proverb says "All are doomed if we have no religion to base our lives upon. In every sense of being doomed."

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