Quaxo's Secret Tale
By: Brittglamora
Part 11

Still sad… :(

Quaxo let out a wail and sobbed for a few heartbeats…But then….He suddenly leaped to his paws, determination and utter grief in his eyes, blotting out his common sense. He pressed his paws to Jerrie's still and cold body. His paws glowed vibrant blue, and his fur has change again. His eyes glowed and he began pouring energy into Jerrie. Cori suddenly raced up and grabbed his shoulder.

"Quaxo no! You know as well as I do that you absorb others wounds! Doing this could kill you!" Cori yelled. Quaxo glared up at him, and shoved the cream and brown tom away from him. Cori tripped and landed on his tail, staring at Quaxo through anguished eyes. Quaxo turned back to Jerrie.

"I need to do this! It's my fault! If I am alive and he is not then I have failed everyone! I have to bring him back! He is my best friend!" He pressed his paws to Jerrie's body and blue light began to envelop the toms body…The tiniest hint of silvery-green light mingled with the ever darkening blue and then it was blinding white….All cats had to turn their faces away, or squeeze their eyes shut.

Quaxo could feel the energy drain out of him…He could feel agonizing pain everywhere….He could feel his heart thumping quickly and irregularly. Darkness was edging his vision, as he stared up into the mingled grief, fear and hope filled faces of Skimble, Jenny and Teazer. His eyes locked with pretty silvery-green, as she stared back into his eyes. His legs were shaking, and he could feel himself weakening. He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed the power harder, gritting his teeth so hard that they ground together violently, creating an obnoxious and nerve shattering sound. Then there was a jerk in his heart…Darkness crashed down on him very suddenly and he collapsed…everything went black…But he faded with joy as he heard the steady and rhythmic heartbeat beneath his head, and felt the gentle rise and fall of the calico tabbies chest. Then he could hear, see, sense, scent, feel, nothing….Nothing at all…it was all dark…

He didn't know how long he had been out but Quaxo woke to fiery pain in his body, and throbbing in his head. He realized he was in Jenny's den and he looked around the dark room. In a bed nearby lay Mungojerrie, breathing and alive, and on the couch for guests Teazer, Tanto and Cori lay asleep curled up into little balls of fur. In another medical bed lay Tugger, his breathing a bit raspy, as the big tom was still sick from a few days ago. Bomba was sleeping beside him, her fiery red flank rising and falling silently. Quaxo winced as the pain continued to pound in the back of his head. He let out a soft groan as he moved and instantly Teazer's head snapped up, and she looked over at him, her silvery-green eyes wide and glowing softly in the dim star-light that filtered into the den. Quaxo winced and yelped very quietly in pain when she flung her paws around him. As soon as he made the noise she jerked back as though he had struck her.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered. He blinked as she hugged him more gently. He buried his face in her chest fur, and she gently rubbed his back. "What hurts Quax?" She murmured softly. He blinked with a shiver.

"Everything." He muttered. She sighed and he could feel warm wet on his fur. He gently pulled back from her and used a paw to dry her eyes. She blinked up at him, sadness in her eyes.

"Thank you Quaxo….Thank you….I…I don't know what I would have done….I thought he was never coming back…" She buried her face in his fur and he could feel his white bib soaking through, but he did not care. "You almost died…Just to save his life." She whispered. He just held her as she sobbed. He sighed heavily.

"Of course. I couldn't live myself if I didn't try." He meowed softly. Teazer sobbed more.

"And I couldn't live without either of you. I am so confused…I want to be mad at you for risking your life so recklessly…but I am also so grateful…You saved my best friends life, my brother, my twin…I don't know what I would have done…" She murmured oh so sorrowfully and oh so softly. Quaxo sighed softly and gingerly wrapped his paws around her.

"It's ok. We are both here…Now just calm down…" He murmured softly. Teazer sighed heavily and crawled onto his bed, snuggling close to him. Quaxo sighed heavily and closed his eyes, darkness soon closing in, and peace overcoming him as Teazer's sweet scent washed over him and wrapped him in a warm pocket of comfort. He drifted away into sleep…But the nightmares came strong and hard, lashing out with the force of a human's paw.

Quaxo dreamt of every cat around him that he loved being killed…He dreamt his mother was not dead but abandoned him instead of Macavity on that cold night. He dreamt that Tugger had abandoned him, and he dreamt that Teazer and Jerrie hated him along with the rest of the tribe…They were closing in on all sides, and leaped at him, their furious yowls swelling into a roar fit for a lion. He woke up with a start, and instantly the pain overcame him again and he let out a gasp, sinking back down beside Teazer, who was staring at him with wide round eyes. He blinked and sighed, lowering his head and ears in shame.

"I'm sorry to wake you up." He meowed. He looked up past her and realized dawn was fast-approaching. He sighed and Teazer sat up.

"It's ok. Do you wanna talk about it?" She asked softly, her distinct cockney accent more pronounced. Quaxo shook his head with a shiver.

"Not yet." He replied. Teazer simply nodded her head in acceptance, and Quaxo sat up slowly and gingerly, testing out his aching limbs. Teazer helped him as he limped towards the entrance and breathed in a lungful of cool morning air. They remained in comfortable silence then Teazer blinked, and directed him back towards his bed after awhile.

"Ok. Now you need to sit down before Jenny gets up." She meowed quietly.

"I already am up." Growled an all too familiar voice, as she sternly tapped her hind paw impatiently. Quaxo winced and glanced at Jenny.

"Errmm…I just wanted fresh air." Quaxo meowed. Jenny blinked and tilted her head, sympathy lighting in her eyes.

"Well I suppose you deserve it after what you did. Though it was also stupid." Jenny snorted sternly. Quaxo lowered his ears in shame.

"Sorry." He muttered. Jenny blinked, her eyes softening.

"Oh well…What's done is done. Here." She padded over and handed the two cats each a bowl of braised mouse leg soup. Quaxo ate the warm liquid quickly and gratefully, even though his head still spun. When they had finished Jenny took their bowls away. He looked up at the ginger tabby striped and leopard spotted she-cat and his eyes swam with tears for a heartbeat, as sudden emotion surged through him…The reality of everything that had happened since he had been found that night came crashing down on him at once. How many times had he been injured? How many times had he nearly died for these cats that were his family? How many times had it been Jenny that he had fallen back on? What were each cat to him? Each felt like part of his family. But that was what he had always said…blood doesn't matter. Then he suddenly realized. Jennyanydots was the closest things to a mother he had ever known. Even though Jelly had originally nursed him the duty had been passed over to Jenny shortly after, and she had always been the one to care for him, the one who told him stories, the one who watched him when Tugger was away, the one who had once sung to him when he had been frightened by a storm…Jenny was the only mother he had ever known.

Jenny turned back at that moment and saw all the emotions running through his eyes. She rushed over, her eyes concerned.

"Quaxo? What is it?" She asked with concern, looking him up and down, worried that he was injured. He blinked and gave a watery smile.

"I'm sorry…I just…" He paused and wrapped his paws around her, pulling her into a strong hug. She was startled for a heartbeat, then she wrapped her arms around him and blinked in confusion at Teazer over his shoulder. "Thank you so much….for everything…You are the only mother I have ever known…I love you." He whispered in a shaky voice. Tears instantly came to Jenny's eyes and she hugged the young Protector tighter, her tears soaking into his shoulder.

"Oh Quaxo…I love you too….my son." She breathed back, her voice trembling. Quaxo held her tighter, his eyes squeezed closed. When he opened them again he saw Skimble leaning against the counter behind Jenny, and observing with watery eyes, and a cup of tea in one hand. He gave Quaxo a small smile and Quaxo's eyes spoke a thousand words to the tom. Skimble suddenly understood that apart from Tugger, Skimble himself was like a father to Quaxo. Skimble set down his tea and walked over to Quaxo and Jenny. Jenny blinked up at him as he wrapped his arms around both cats, and pulled Teazer into the embrace as well. Quaxo pulled an arm free and wrapped it around Teazer and Skimble…Slowly the den around them woke up and all the injured cats, or sick cats, or visiting cats sat up and observed, before they were invited over…The only cat who didn't wake up was Jerrie…He was still lying in his bed. Bomba and Tugger had woken and the large manned cat seemed a lot better than he had been. He was currently hugging Quaxo. Bomba clung to the large toms arm. Cori and Tanto were on the other side of Quaxo. Quaxo felt a little squished.

"Ok guys…errmmm…I think this hug just got awkward." He purred in amusement. The others laughed and separated. Jenny padded into the kitchen to get everyone some soup. Bomba and Tugger sat together talking quietly while Quaxo chatted with Teazer, Cori, and Tanto. They sat close to Jerrie, waiting patiently for him to wake. Skimble quickly downed his tea and a bowl of soup then headed out to head to the station.

It was hours later when Jerrie began to stir. He groaned and his paws twitched…In an instant the four best friends were next to their fallen friend and staring at him intently. Teazer leaned in close, tears in her eyes in an instant.

"J…Jerrie?" She breathed…The calico tom's silvery-green eyes opened slowly and he groaned looking up at her…then he looked around at the others and blinked…Fear suddenly coursed through him as he saw a flash of dogs teeth. He blinked and shook his head rapidly. Quaxo recoiled, having seen the vision, and the mystic twins soon followed suite. Then he leaned in again and put his face close to Jerrie's.

"Jer? Are…are you ok?" Quaxo asked quietly and fearfully. Mungojerrie slowly sat up, his eyes glazed with confusion. He looked between the cats, his eyes watering a little at what little pain remained after Quaxo's healing. Then he shivered, and snapped out of it.

"Teaz? Quax? Tanto, Cori? Wh…what happened?" He asked in a weak and trembling voice. Quaxo collapsed in relief, his eyes shutting. He felt Teazer's tail rest on his back momentarily and Quaxo blinked up seeing her concerned face. He gave a small smile and she returned it.

"We were robbin a place out in Victoria Grove and a filthy Pollicle attacked us…Quaxo saved my life, jumped in front of me when it tried to bite me and got that nasty wound on his neck." She meowed, pointing her tail towards the wound. "He then scratched it and he fell. He touched me and I vanished…I…I don't know what happened next but when I got here the cats surrounded me quickly and then you appeared moments later…Your breathing was shallow then…then it stopped…There was nothing Jenny could do…I…I thought you were g…gone forever…" She meowed, tears coming to her eyes. Quaxo looked at his friend as Jerrie gathered his twin sister into his arms and hugged her close.

"When Teazer was gone you came down the stairs and tried to attack the dog. It grabbed you and threw you against a china cabinet…I…I don't know exactly how you died though…" Quaxo meowed, though he suspected, as there was a terrible ache lingering in his neck. That was when Jenny padded over and hugged Jerrie briefly. Then she pulled back.

"Your neck was broken." She meowed quietly. "You were dead." Jerrie cocked his head in complete shock and confusion. He rubbed his neck.

"Um…My neck barely aches…How did I…How did I…?" He swallowed thickly and closed his eyes. Jenny blinked at him then said very grimly.

"Quaxo healed you…He nearly died absorbing your injury. That is why you feel little to no pain. Because he took it all…and…it nearly took his life in return." Jenny meowed…Jerrie stared at her, his mouth hanging open. Then he turned and looked at Quaxo, his eyes full of tears. He was in complete shock that this tom would do that for him. No matter how close they were….Quaxo…He shook his head and reached towards the tux with his free arm. He pulled Quaxo towards him and hugged him tight. The three friends stayed like that for a while before Quaxo pulled Tanto and Cori close to them, and the five friends sat there for a long time laughing and crying and talking. Quaxo noticed Tanto staring at Jerrie very strangely and her brother was grimacing and Quaxo could feel strong emotions coming from the queen.

He blinked and smirked a little. They were all still close so he stood up with a stretch. But then he tripped over Cori's tail and fell behind Jerrie, gently making him jerk forwards…His lips met Tanto's and his eyes widened briefly in shock before he pulled back, his chest rising and falling rapidly…Tanto was blushing furiously and Cori rolled his eyes in annoyance…Quaxo couldn't help the snicker that escaped him and the other four looked at him. He pulled and innocent expression and Jerrie swatted him lightly in the shoulder.

"You did that on purpose." He grumbled, the blush under his fur very visible. Quaxo shrugged with a smirk.

"Who me?" He asked innocently. Jerrie snorted and Tanto played awkwardly with her tail, avoiding the calico toms gaze. Cori actually began to chuckle a little. Quaxo grinned at him and stood up, dusting off his fur and sitting down in between Teazer and Cori again. She grinned and nudged him, amusement in her eyes.

They stayed in the den all day, not leaving. Except Tugger. He was released and he and Bomba left, no doubt occupying Quaxo's precious pipe. That night the five friends curled up on one bed. They were all pressed close together with Quaxo in the center of the multi-colored pile of fur. Calico, cream and brown, and black and white. Their flanks rose and fell in sync and all the teenaged kits slowly drifted into sleep. Jenny was the last one up and she smiled softly at the sight…With a happy sigh she retired to her den, knowing Skimble would be home very late as always when he worked the Night Mail. Everything in the Junkyard went dark. Everything in the Junkyard went silent. That was until Quaxo's nightmares started.

Quaxo was running down a dark and deserted street as a storm raged overhead. That was one thing the tux could not stand was storms. Of all the bold and fearless thing he had done, and all the things that did not faze him, storms still shook him badly. He kept running…He could see nothing around him but the deserted shops each time lightning flashed. He could feel the gently rounded cobble-stone beneath his paws as he ran. But he kept slipping and jarring his ankles painfully. Yet for some reason he could not stop. Fear raced through him and he felt as though and army raced at his heels. It was dark, yet when lightning struck he could see. He was there, though Quaxo couldn't see him…His laughter rang out, though there was no source. And Quaxo ran on. His fur was plastered to his body….then he could feel claws raking across his back. He looked over his shoulder, but there was nothing there…The wounds looked as if they were slowly tearing themselves open. Quaxo howled in fear and agony and suddenly he slipped, rolling and tumbling ears over tail, several times. Then he hit hard against the side of a building. He lay dazed for a moment before he shakily tried to stand…Then he was there. His blue eyes glared down at the tom whom was his, but never was. Quaxo shivered staring up at him. Quaxo's green eyes began to glow and blue energy danced among his fur. But it seemed he could not use the powers he had been born to. Macavity smiled, his teeth gleaming ivory, stark against the darkness. Macavity cackled, the sound filled with hatred and bitterness, not trace of caring, no trace of regret.

"You foolish kit. I'll make you wish you had never been born. I'll kill everyone around you and make you watch. Their blood is on your paws Mistoffelees." The ginger lanky tom cackled with hatred. Quaxo shivered violently, frozen to the spot. Quaxo yelled in absolute terror as jaws raced towards his throat, and icy blue eyes burned into his own green…

Quaxo woke silently, with nothing more than a shiver and a sharp intake of breath. Immediately the calico pelt of Teazer swam before his eyes, and that combined with her sweet warm scent, somewhat calmed him. The nightmares had been getting worse and he had trained himself not to make noise or disturb anyone when he woke from these. Now he simply shivered ever so slightly and stared towards the den entrance. Soft moonlight filtered into the den and he knew it was still late, probably not even midnight yet. He sighed very quietly and carefully stood, stepping from the center of the warm huddle of friends and overtop of Teazer. He walked to the den entrance and slipped out.

The yard was completely silent, but not dark. The pale silvery moonlight lit the yard in is splendorous glow. He walked to the TSE1 and leaped up, sprawling out on the surface and closing his eyes. He heard the soft sounds of someone moving across the yard and opened his eyes to see Teazer. She was gazing at him sadly and walking towards him. Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew him. He blinked with a small smile as she leaped up next to him.

"Hey. What are you doing up?" He asked softly. Teazer smiled at him.

"I woke up when you did. You were having nightmares again weren't you?" She murmured softly. Quaxo sighed as she pressed close to him, laying her head on her paws.

"Yeah." He meowed quietly. She peered up at him and he looked down into her eyes. They sparkled in the starlight and he was momentarily captivated.

"Oh Quax. I wish you would tell someone…I wish you would tell me." She murmured. Quaxo smiled softly.

"I will tell you first…when I am ready." Quaxo murmured. Teazer sighed but nodded in understanding.

"Ok…" She paused and looked around the sky. She blinked once and smiled sweetly. "It really is beautiful out tonight." She murmured. Quaxo nodded with a smile.

"It is." He murmured, but he was staring at her face rather than the stars. Then he looked away blushing. Luckily the darkness of night concealed his blush. Teazer looked down at him with a slight shiver. She pressed closer to him and he nuzzled her ears. "Let's go back inside. It's getting a bit chilly."

After a few moments Teazer nodded with a small smile.

"Alright. Let's go." She purred. The two padded silently back into the den and curled up with the others once more, Quaxo in the center again, Teazer pressed against his flank. He fell into a dreamless sleep, wrapped in the sweet scents of his closest friends.

The next morning Quaxo and the others ventured from the den for the first time in a long while. Quaxo had been told that the annual Spring Dance had been canceled…And he had also learned that in three days was his first birthday. This morning Quaxo had excused himself and he went on a walk. He ventured deep into the Junkyard to places even he had never been…He had been walking for a while when suddenly he heard muffled sobs…The tom stopped and looked around in absolute confusion. He pinpointed the sound coming from within the junk. He rooted around until he located a small hole…Quaxo slipped inside and ventured into the junk. Deep inside was a wide space, with the slightest filter of sunlight pouring in. And Tumblebrutus was curled up sobbing quietly in the corner. Quaxo blinked, his eyes wide. He walked forwards and rested his paw on Tumbles shoulder.

"Tumble?" He murmured. The brown and white patched tom jumped then relaxed, looking up at him.

"What is it Misto?" He muttered, looking away. There was a heart-wrenching bitterness and sadness in his voice. Quaxo sighed, and he rested his tail on the kits back.

"What's the matter?" He asked quietly. The kit sighed and looked at his paws.

"Jenny told me the truth." He muttered. Quaxo blinked and pressed comfortingly against the brown patched kits flank.

"It's ok. I understand." Quaxo murmured. He pressed close to the young tom who turned, sobbing into his shoulder. They stayed there for a long time, before Tumble quietly began to explain who his parents were.

"They were pirates on Growltigers ship. Apparently both survived the attack when I was young. But no cat has seen them since Growltiger's last stand. Everyone thinks they drowned." Tumblebrutus meowed quietly. Quaxo nodded his head, his eyes distant.

"I'm sorry. But you're happy here right?" Quaxo asked quietly. Tumble looked up at him.

"Yeah…But I wanna apologize for what I said…I was calling you and outsider when I am really more of an outsider than anyone." He muttered. Quaxo smiled and licked his ears.

"It's ok Tumble. I understand. I do feel like a useless outsider who only brings trouble. At least the cats think you are from here. They don't consider you an outsider. No matter. Its done with now…So…Do you wanna go hunting with me?" Quaxo asked. Tumble smiled and gave a small nod.

"Yes please." He murmured. Quaxo nodded and jumped up, leading the tom out of the junk pile, silently thinking it would make a comfortable and safe den.

The two toms hunted all afternoon before they headed back to the center of the clearing. Both were loaded with mice and rats and they set them in the small alcove set aside for prey. Jellicle's gathered around murmuring appreciatively. This would feed the tribe for at least two days! Quaxo went to bed happy that night. His head ached a little after a day of exerting himself though. Finally he got to return to his beloved pipe. It smelled strongly of Tugger and Bomba, but he didn't care. He simply curled up in his nest near the entrance and drifted into sleep.

The next morning Quaxo woke up looking tired. Nightmares often assaulted his dreams, and this night was no exception. But he pushed it aside and went about his duties. He organized the patrols and then leaped onto the Tire to keep his watch. He was not on a patrol today and he sat on the Tire all day. He watched, and he waited…And nothing happened. Nothing but the normal activity of the yard.

Throughout the day the kittens surrounded Tugger in the clearing along with the majority of the Queens, mates or not. Quaxo watched in amusement. Jelly and Jenny relaxed outside Jenny's den when they were not busily rushing around. The toms patrolled most of the day, marching past the main clearing every half hour or so. Deut and Gus lounged on some stones near Jelly's den, and when the kittens were not swooning over Tugger they were rushing around and playing games. Except Victoria. She sat off to one side reading a book. It was near the end of the day when Quaxo spotted Jerrie and Teazer at wrestling in the clearing while Tanto and Cori meditated near the edge. Jerrie accidentally rolled into Tanto, who tumbled into Cori and Quaxo watched with greater amusement…He could not hear what was said but Jerrie was smiling sheepishly, Cori was looking annoyed, Tanto was blushing and Teazer was giggling uncontrollably. Then the four began to wrestle and play, leaping at one another's tails and such. Victoria was soon pulled into the game by Teazer, and the five of his closest friends wrestled and played and squealed in joy…and Quaxo suddenly felt searing pangs of envy and sadness. He wanted to be out there playing with them instead of sitting here guarding the tribe. It was not that he didn't care…But it was just that…Since he was very young he had been forced to grow up. And now he was just a teenager living the life of an adult. He was using all his time to protect the tribe, or attempt to escape the danger of enemies. He had seen so many things even Old Deuteronomy would not have seen…And he felt lonelier than he had ever felt before, in this moment, working while the other cats his age quarreled like kittens in the clearing…It was…painful.

He wasn't aware how long he had been sitting there like that, but suddenly he felt a large and soft paw rest on his shoulder. He jumped and turned to face the newcomer. Deuteronomy smiled down at him. Quaxo gave a weak smile back.

"Hello Deut." He purred quietly. Deuteronomy smiled gently, laying down next to the young tuxedo tom.

"Greetings young Quaxo…." He meowed in his deep baritone voice. Quaxo blinked and his eyes unconsciously wandered back to the center of the clearing. Deut followed his gaze then smiled sadly. "I know you long to be there with them Quaxo." He meowed quietly. Quaxo looked at him sharply, emotions flying through his eyes before he shook his head with a sigh.

"No…I know…I know my duty is to protect the tribe." He murmured. Deuteronomy smiled.

"Quaxo. You are still very young. Perhaps the youngest Protector we have ever had. You have never really had a proper childhood. And you have given everything for this tribe. Almost your life several times over. Yes. As Protector your job is to protect the tribe. But you are not the only one. Look up there." Quaxo turned his gaze towards where Deut was pointing a paw. High up on a junk pile Alonzo sat watching the tribe. On another across the clearing Talus was watching. Deut pointed lower. Munk was patrolling around the edge of the yard, his ears perked high. Further down the fence Admetus patrolled, and across the yard by the gate Asparagus watched the gate. Quaxo sighed.

"I know…" He sighed.

"I know you know. But what you don't know is that the fate of the whole tribe is not on your shoulders. It is a shared responsibility by all of us. And all of us do our own parts…Some of us more than others…You perhaps too much. No cat in this tribe will mind if you take time to yourself to just be the kit you are." Deuteronomy rumbled with a wise smile. Quaxo sighed and smiled at him a little.

"I feel like its my fault Deut…That he keeps attacking…" Quaxo murmured. Deuteronomy sighed heavily and looked at his paws.

"He has been attacking since long before you came…And if it is any cats fault it is mine…I abandoned him, and Munk and Tugger after Dell died…I was so heartbroken…I didn't know what to do with myself…It is true that I probably have not seen such things as yourself but that day…That day part of me died. And because of it I ignored my own sons…I ignored them until it was too late." Deut meowed quietly. Quaxo looked at him, his brow furrowing.

"Its not your fault. I'm so sorry Deut…I can't say I exactly understand…but…In a way I do…" he murmured. Deut nodded with a sigh.

"Yes I know. Now go and play with your friends. You have been sitting here all day by yourself." Deut meowed. Quaxo smiled at him, touching his nose to the old cats ear.

"Thank you Deut." He murmured before he leaped off the Tire and trotted towards his friends. He remembered this…He had done this as a kit too…

"Hey. Can I play too?" He asked, tilting his head with a kittenish smile. The five paused their playing and looked at one another smirking, before as one they leaped at him, squashing him flat. Quaxo let out a yowl of pure joy, and rolled about with his friends, as the fiery glow of the sunset cast light and shadows over the yard…

Quaxo did not dream that night and the next day he felt refreshed and happy. He crawled out of his pipe and stretched, as the cool morning air touched his warm fur. He sighed and padded towards the Tire when suddenly Jerrie raced out of nowhere, his eyes wide and desperate, and his fur fluffed out in fear and stress. He skidded to a halt in front of Quaxo and panted heavily.

"Jerrie? What is it?" Quaxo asked, keeping his voice calm though he was filled with alarm. Jerrie blinked, trembling violently, and still panting, his silvery-green eyes wide.

"I..It's Macavity…his scent was everywhere…and Teazer…Teazer's gone! Macavity took Rumpleteazer!"

I'm sorry…Yeah, I brought Jerrie back but I couldn't even imagine the thought of a twin without their other half…That's just WAY too mean. But I assure you there will be deaths…not the next chapter but the one after or the next one maybe….um…playing this by ear... ONE JELLICLE HERO WILL FALL!