Prologue
"We have to get closer if we're going to take him out!" Wing snagged, throat ripped out, stabbed in chest. Those words used to haunt him. "I guess I shall never see you again?" Those word are the worse than the battle against the Bane. She had said them to him six years ago when he and Luxa had both believed they would never meet again. Gregor, now 18, was expected to do everything. He now knew how Luxa had felt before he had come back the Underland two years ago. Nerissa had told him something about today, he didn't listen very carefully because he had many other things to do then listen to Nerissa, who still hadn't mastered her visions, Nerissa was engaged and Gregor expected her to be more… well… normal. It was the opposite. She had become worried ever since she had been engaged. Likely worried about the wedding. Today? He still wondered…