1,000 Yards Under

by xPrincessoftheSkiesx

Gregor has started a new life in Virginia; at least, that's what his family thinks. Gregor finds himself living in the past, searching for a reason to return to New York City and reunite with his Underland friends. And after recieving a note from his old neighbor, Gregor just might have the chance to once again go 1,000 yards under.

1. Intro

A/N:

Hey Guys! This is my very first story on FF, and I'm pretty excited! I really like Gluxa, and I really wanted to do some. This is the intro, please review and tell me if I should take it somewhere. Thanks!

Gregor's POV

This was getting crazy.

I was completely stressed with the shock and overall tragedy of leaving the Underland, the only place I was really accepted, and then having the constant pain of having to explain -lie- to people like my friends from school about my whereabouts for the last few months. Then Mom insisted we move to her brother's farm in Virginia, many miles away from the closest city, Charlottesville, and the very last place I wanted to go. I was behind academically, torn up and scantly mended together with generous scars, moving to the lousy country, and on top of that, the first girl I ever loved was now 600 miles below my feet.

Luxa. The beautiful and regal future queen of Regalia was the only girl I ever could think of loving. Even though she can come on strong and sometimes be arrogant and annoying, I couldn't really stand the thought of never seeing her again. That meant avoiding the subject at all times with my mom and even my sister Lizzie, who would never tell me that anyway. Luxa and I were only eleven when we met, and I admit I hated her at first. She just held her head smugly and had that 'I'm- way- better- than- you-could- ever- be' smirk on her face that made my insides tug with anger. I guess I should thank her for her pompous facial expressions, because they made me work hard to prove that I was something. But still, tell me you would just smile and shake her hand.

But she was pretty cool. Luxa was loyal to her friends, and would risk her life for them any day. She counted her blessings, and endured pain and sorrow without complaining. At twelve she had commanded an army and literally fought until she passed out.

Over the last year I lived in New York, when I was down there Luxa and I had become pretty close. We had a few things in common; we both were supposed to have some 'destiny' and both of us are pretty mean with swords. I really hated all the training with her, and at the same time I loved it. Doesn't make sense, right? Unfortunately, that's how love is. I didn't know that was the issue at the time.

But those are all past memories. My real problems are now.