Hey! It's ! I'm fairly new to FF but this is my third story. The Underlander Chronicles is one of my all time favorite serieses and I hate the way it ended. Gregor must return!
Disclaimer: *I hand Gregor the script*
Gregor: Wait. What am I doing?
: *Stage whispers* Read it!
Gregor: Sadly, does not own Luxa, Ripred, Boots, Gregor, or any others of the Underland Chronicles by Suzanne Collins– what! No one ownes me! What are you talking about!
Luxa: Sorry, Overlander. But Suzanne Collins actually owns us.
Gregor: No. That can't be. No one would actually make Ares die.
Luxa: Nevermind. On with the story!
Gregor knocked on the door. He had waited too long for this. This was his one chance to finally see her one more time, before it would all end.
"Mom, its me, Gregor. I was wondering if we could talk before we leave." As he waited, he stared at the stack of packed boxes looming over him.. Taunting him. Is this really happening? Gregor thought. For at this very moment his head and heart were telling him the same thing. That had not happened since he decided to tell her that he… it was too painful to remember.
" Gregor, now is not the time." Grace said tiredly. She had always been there for him, but now she could be any other person in the world.
" I know how stressful these past years have been-" she cut him off,
" What would you know about being scared and stressed? You haven't almost lost a husband, a son, and two daughters all at once while they were saving a another world which they were never a part of."
" Mom, you don't understand!" Gregor protested "I just have to see her again... I mean before we move to Virginia. Mom, if you won't let me do this, I'll never be happy and we'll never have the normal family life you always wanted!" Gregor was almost yelling now.
" Mom, please just this one last time." Gregor said in a
low voice. His mom was silent as he walked away. this time he wouldn't let anyone or anything stop him from seeing Luxa.
As he walked to his room to pack his things, he heard the toilet flush. Somehow Dulcet had managed to potty-train Boots, his four year-old sister while they were in the Underland. He watched as her curly head appeared from behind the bathroom door.
"Gregor!" She cried when she saw him. "I teach Ares to use the potty!"
Ares was the little black puppy Gregor had bought Boots for her fourth birthday. At only two and a half months, the little dog was always getting into trouble as Boots' sidekick.
"Uh oh, Boots. What's he doing now?" Gregor asked, already opening the door to rescue the animal.
"No, Gregor! Ares needs pwivacy!" Boots stopped him. An unhappy whine came from the bathroom and Gregor barged through to find Ares with both hind legs and his tail in the toilet bowl, scrambling to escape.
"Oh, Boots," sighed Gregor, lifting the soggy puppy out of the toilet and reaching for a dirty towel to dry him off before he shook. When he was done he handed the wiggling creature to Boots and considered telling her to bring him outside to do his business, but then remembered the outdoor restrooms and decided to let her put him in his crate for the night.
After he had tucked Boots in and kissed her and his other sister, Lizzie, goodnight, he headed upstairs to his attic bedroom and tried to sleep.
He must have succeeded, because when he awoke, Lizzie was waiting for him.
"Good morning, Gregor!" Said Lizzie, smiling, "Mom and Mrs. Cormaci prepared a big breakfast for you before you go."
Gregor couldn't believe his ears. He was going back! And he was going to make this trip the best one of his life. No wars. No prophecies. No more warrior. Just time with his friends: Howard, Hazard, Ripred, Vikus, Dulcet, the bats, and Luxa.
"Okay, tell Mom I'm coming, Liz." He tore off his pajamas, throwing on a red T-shirt, jeans, and mismatching socks. He almost tripped coming down the stairs when he smelled the mouthwatering aroma from the kitchen. His mom and Mrs. Cormaci had prepared a gargantuan breakfast plate of eggs, bacon, hash, raspberries, orange juice, Irish brownies, and a strawberry-banana smoothy. He felt bad not eating all of it, but who could blame him? He was too excited. He was packed with his coat, his best sneakers, a few odds and ends he needed to return to the Underland museum, two flashlights and seven batteries in four minutes.
He remembered the time when he had lost his light in the cave while fighting Twirltongue the rat and her buddies and snatched three more batteries. Hopefully he wouldn't be going on any more crazy expeditions, but you could never be sure around Luxa, and who knows? Maybe Sandwich had some super secret prophecy about the ex-warrior written somewhere in Regalia. At 10:24 a.m. he was in Central Park, in front of the boulder which led directly to an Underland passage, with his family around him, wishing him a fun goodbye trip. He crawled down into the hole and, after a last hug, started through the down-sloping tunnel. As he neared the point where the path split, about fifteen feet from the entrance, the rumble began. Softly at first but growing louder every minute. Soon the pebbles at his feet began to quiver and rattle. Suddenly, he was swept up by a golden creature and carried high up toward the cavern's ceiling. He must have been hit by a falling rock, because the last thing he remembered was Boot's confused voice saying: "Mama? Where's Gwegor?"