DISCLAIMER! I DO NOT OWN THE UNDERLAND CHRONICLES (because I'm not that smart to come up with this awesomeness)
Luxa swung the paperweight back and forth between her fingers. She'd always known the day would come, but now she wished she were back in a juvenile state believing she would be more prepared in the future.
Vikus had always given encouragement and motivation. "Why, the Underland will be happy once again with such a strong queen leading the humans," he had said only a short time from, but it felt long ago.
His words echoed distantly in her memory. It almost seemed like he had know Luxa would fail. Maybe he'd that to make her more confident. Perhaps more confidence would stabilize her emotions and bring her back to peace. Maybe confidence would fufill her everlasting wish of her caring grandfather coming back.
She wished her parents were back. She wished Henry was back. She wished Gregor was back. Rats, she even wished Solovet was back. Luxa's life seemed to crash with all the missing pieces. She wanted to fall into a deep sleep where Nerissa was queen. Anybody, but Luxa.
No. Luxa could not think such a way. Luxa was not hopeless. Luxa did not step away from her duties. Luxa was a well-taught, regal young lady, as all her loved ones had morphed her to be. Luxa was in line for the crown of Regalia. The heavy object that she was twiddling between her fingers held the future.
The future was in her hands.