Yo, this is the epilogue of my new fanfic. Enjoy.
Thump! Thump! "Ugh!" Gregor grunted as he hit his head on the top of the inside of his family's rental car. Of course they had some money after Gregor stole the hundred year old wristwatch in the museum in Regalia. It had sold for 500 dollars. But that still wasn't enough to fly them from New York City to Virginia.
So they bought a rental car.
"Gre-go hit head" Boots announced, poking the top of her scalp with her chubby little finger. "Ow"
"Yeah Boots, there are so many potholes here in the backwater towns that when we hit any, we go flying!" said Gregor. Boots giggled and spread her arms out like wings.
"You gonna fly away?" he said and lifted her onto his lap. If only I could.
The night before they had left for Virginia he swore to himself he would get back to Regalia. In fact, he automatically started keeping count of how many days it had been since he left the Underland.
Like when his dad had disappeared.
He was surprised at first how much he really loved Regalia. Then he knew why. It wasn't Regalia. It was… her. It had gotten harder for Gregor to even remember her name since then. The only thing he remembered about her appearance was her long flowing blonde hair, violet eyes, and light skin. He had forgotten the feeling of her lips against his, her arms around him, and her soft voice in his ear.
It had been only one week and six days.
One week and six days since he had last been with Luxa, said goodbye to his family's guardian angel, Mrs. Cormaci, since he finally left his 11 x 6 room he had grown so cold to. His parents promised him this time, a big house with a barn half its size. With horses and barn cats and cows, and acres of cornfields waiting to be explored. And he would finally see his uncle Steve again, after about 4 years. They'd live together in peace and harmony until Jesus would come.
That's what his parent's had promised.
When the car parked onto a short gravel driveway with a crooked red mailbox, Gregor could see they'd lied.
There was a small ranch around them with horses and cows, but that was about all its truth. First, they were in the middle of a freaking huge valley, maybe 200 feet tall cliffs. Gregor could even see a bridge in the air connecting the cliffs together farther to his right. Instead of a house, there was a mobile home, a trailer planted into the ground beside a small 1996 Buick station wagon. There was a small yard with a wooden fence around it.
On each four corners of the perimeter were big 20 feet tall, 5 feet wide logs stuck in the ground. Overtop the trailer and station wagon and yard and connected to the logs was wooden roof. In the center of the yard was a small fire pit. There was also a wooden sign that said "Welcome to Shag Canyon's Sweet Water Ranch. A Private Community" which Gregor found ironic that it even said 'welcome' if it was private.
Gregor's parents looked back at him, Boots, and little carsick Lizzie and said. "We're here."
"I thought you said there'd be a corn field" Lizzie said.
"Beeg hill." Boots pointed in awe at the top of the cliff.
"Sorry kids, we thought there was more, but at least the top of the valley would be a nice sunset. That's a plus."
"Oh my gosh." sighed Gregor. "This is going to be the most boring summer ever."
But he had hope. Some amazing hope. He had spotted a big hole that the trailer was parked over. As if it didn't want anyone falling in... And beside, Vikus did mention that there was more that one pathway to the Underland…