THE WAY IT WAS MEANT TO BE

AN UNDERLAND CRONICLES FANFIC

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Underland or anything that has to do with it. That's Suzanne Collins' reign. I just wrote a fanfic.

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Gregor sat on his bed, mixed with a million different emotions. So, after four years, they were moving back to New York. He couldn't believe it. He made his friends here, and he was getting comfortable.

Not to mention Lizzie and Boots. Lizzie was thirteen now...she was so smart. She had skipped fifth grade, and was now finishing her seventh grade year. Gregor was just finishing up his junior year at Northfield, Virginia High School. Boots had just finished second grade! Why would they move them?

Gregor sat, his elbows on his knees, his hands on his face. He despised this whole idea. He didn't want to go back to New York City. He had every right to stay here. Everything was pulling him into the start of life as an adult. The last thing he needed was to relive his life as a twelve year old boy. His life, that was laughable. His war, his battle, his...his Luxa.

Luxa, the Queen of an Regalia. Regalia remained in the same place, he imagined, miles below New York City. And Luxa, he'd thought about her endlessly since he left the Underland. Thinking about her now brought up feelings he had long since believed were gone. Those violet eyes, the way she'd snap when someone disagreed with her, the fire in her eyes as he had sent to the dungeons, the feel of her lips as they kissed the last time over the opening into Central Park. He would see her again. He could feel it in his soul. The way that girl made him feel, even though she wasn't here. The feelings she had brought up in him were almost uncontrolable. Her laugh, her smile, her...

And then another girl crossed his mind. Melissa. She was his girlfriend, right? They had been dating for two of the four years Gregor had lived in Virginia. All his worries of Luxa dissapeared as he found himself debating a whole new set. He hadn't had a clue how he was suppose to tell her. "Oh, yeah, Missy, I'm moving. We're done. Hope you didn't invest too much time into me." When he was tweleve he could battle rats and deal with war, but now he couldn't tell his girlfriend about him moving away. But that was just the person Melissa was. He wasn't afraid of her, he was afraid of the tears she produced. Melissa was over-emotional. Always had been. Gregor loved to make her feel better, and to comfort her. He felt like it was his place. But now, now there was no way he could help her. He would leave her. He knew he couldn't continue to be with her. Not after moving back to New York. His mind wondered back to Luxa.

He was leaving in one week. Why his parents didn't give him more notice, Gregor hadn't a clue. It was on instant to the next. He was about to be a senior, oh, wait, we're moving to NEW YORK!

Gregor's father walked in and looked at him. He sighed and went over to sit next to him.

"Hey, Gregor...how are you?"

"How am I?" Gregor asked, utterly insulted. "How am I? I'm about ready to hurt something. You understand how my whole life is here, right? How I've adjusted to this? How Melissa means everything to me. The girls! The girls are living a normal life. It's so much more than we had hoped for back then."

"I know...I know Gregor, it's just...we need this. We need the financial support. I need to know I make enough money to support this family. I need to go back to New York because there are multiple resources there to get me my promotion, and then I can work there, and we won't move again." His father said. Gregor sighed heavily, and got up, pacing.

" How do you suppose I tell Melissa?" He said calmly, looking st the picture of them on his bed stand. Her long blonde hair coming over his shoulder as they sat on his couch during Christmas.

"Oh...well...I-I don't know. You'll have to tell her straight forward, I guess. I mean...I know Melissa is going to need help getting through it, but at this point, there's nothing we can do about it."

"Is all you care about the money?" Gregor asked. "We can make it. I don't want to leave her. I love this place. More than I ever thought I would. Dad, I...I love her." He said, looking at him.

"I just thought, out of everyone, you'd be more than happy to go to New York." His father said standing up. Gregor was his size now, only a bit broader, and he looked like he had more life to live. His dad, on the other hand, look like he had lived enough life for two people and then some, his face looking weary from the days he spent at a desk, punching numbers.

"Why would I be happy to leave?" Gregor asked.

"Because...I got this." His father said, handing him a scroll. Gregor looked up at him quizzically. "I got it in a package, sent by Ms. Cormaci. It has your name on it." He said, handing Gregor the scroll. His father then left the room.

Gregor looked at the scroll and then opened it. He read:

Gregor,

First I'd like to say that I'm sorry for not contacting you sooner, but I thought you were too far gone. As you said, we couldn't write. Recently, Ripred reminded me of that woman you told me about that lived in the apartment next to yours. Luckily, she was still there. I don't know what would have happened if it was some other Overlander.

I really am at loss of words of what to say to you after all this time. I am Queen now, if you haven't thought about it. It's not much different from the way it was before, but now I wear a crown, I have more things to do, and I know in my heart I really am Queen.

Speaking of heart...I've missed you terribly, as has Howard, Vikus, Mareth, Temp, even though they probably wouldn't say it aloud. Hazard has remembered everything he could about you, and now idolizes you, like most of the young Regalians. And me.

Of Regalia, we seem to be pulling though nicely these last couple of years. No wars have come between us or any of the creatures of the Underland. Though, the cutters still hesitant to be in contact with us, 'due to the history of a curtain rager and his pet rat.' was how they put it. Ripred wasn't pleased.

Vikus is getting troubled lately, his old age seems to wear on him more and more every day. He hasn't, though, suffered another stroke. You can tell that he has had the burden of Regalia under his wing for one to many years. Not to mention the loss of so many of our family.

I have to get back to my duties, now. I would be pleased if you wrote back, you just need to send it to Ms. Cormaci, she said she would handle it.

Fly you high,

Queen Luxa of Regalia

Her handwritting was soft. Her signature official. He missed her so much. It was then he realized it might not be so bad to go back to New York after all.