"To Blow up Earth? TO BLOW UP EARTH?!" I screamed. "Instead of fighting the Yeerks and giving it your best, you're going to take the easy way out? Well, there goes the Andalite honor crap down the toilet." As soon as I finished that sentence, Tallards' tail blade was pressed against my throat.
Prince Tallard! Ax exclaimed, even though he looked the same way Tallard did. Please forgive her, this is her planet and she is very…compassionate about it. Please, forgive us.
Tallard slowly lowered his tail. I put my hand up to my throat and looked at it. It had blood on it. The Andalite High Command, He continued with tension in his voice, Also sent us to search your group out. We will take you off the planet before we blow it up and you may live with us on the Andalite home world.
What is the purpose of you saving only this small group of humans? Ax asked.
To show our people the heroes who had been fending off the Yeerks for so long.
Translation: To put you in a human zoo.
"I feel," I broke in," That we will have to discuss this before bringing you our final decision."
Translation: No way.
Fine. Bring your answer back to us tomorrow when your sun is in the center of the sky. The others will show you out. He ambled away.
Mr. T showed us to the pipe where we morphed wolfs and tore off to the Hork-Bajir camp. We called together the Animorphs for a meeting.
We met in a secluded spot with Toby along. Tobias was surveillance. We told Jake everything we knew.
"Ok. So some Andalites want to blow up Earth and basically put us in a zoo?" Marco asked. "Will our parents come with us?"
Apparently not. Prince Tallard only said us. Ax answered.
"I am NOT going to go to an Andalite zoo." Rachel, of course.
"Me neither." Cassie responded.
"If there is still a chance I can save my parents, I'm staying. Jake said quietly.
I'm not going. Tobias said from somewhere above.
Since I am not human, this is not my decision. Ax said.
"What do you mean its not you're decision?" I asked. "You're one of us, Ax. It's as much your decision as ours. But I'm pretty sure we aren't going."
"Yeah, we'd be light-years away from A Mickey D's. Of course we aren't going." Marco made a weak attempt to joke.
We broke up. Most went back to camp, but I followed Jake. He looked very down.
"Hey," I said softly, giving him a hug as he sat on a log. "Nice meeting. Not too grim, eh?"
Jake gave a weak smile. "I guess. I almost took it, though."
I stared at him in shock. "You almost took it? What about saying you could still save Mom and Dad?"
"Megan, get real. They're probably dead."
"No they aren't! How could you say such a thing?" I scolded.
"Megan, because it's probably true!" He stood up and snapped a twig." Tom's Yeerk or Visser One's Yeerk wouldn't care. There's almost no hope left for them."
"There is always hope! Remember? There will always be hope, Jake." I stood up and countered him.
"Megan. Haven't you realized? For me, Hope died a long time ago." And Jake faded into the woods.
