This is a preview to a story I am currently working on. I plan to finish this piece. It may take a couple of years, but I plan to commit.
Gregor the Underlander
Gregor was a warrior. He had the ability to fight better than anything known to humankind. Aboveground, that is. Last year, Gregor had followed his sister down a laundry chute after she fell in and landed, tumbled, rather, into a vast last that the inhabitants called the Underland. Gregor was a warrior, and he just stubbed his toe. Gregor had to stop himself from blurting out an obscenity as he massaged his toe. His little sister, Boots, burst out of their Grandma's room's door and stumbled over to him to give him a hug. It has been an entire year since Gregor had been in the Underland but the memory of it was still fresh in his mind. He had been trained and forced to fight in a war he had no place in and went on many journeys across it that left him scarred, mentally and physically. His family had made the decision to not move to Virginia, but rather stay where they were, in New York. Ever since it had been decided he had wanted to go back. It was a hushed subject until Gregor's other little sister, Lizzie, finally broke during dinner one night and blurted out, "I want to go visit the Underland!" , before quickly putting her hands over her mouth, which was gaping, and looking around the table to see the family's reaction to the suggestion.
This is only a tiny bit copy-pasted out of the original piece so you can see what is coming.