Chapter 2
Gregor took a moment to consider. He backed away from the door, and took a seat on the lowest step of the staircase.
He couldn't deny that he himself hadn't thought of moving there.
He admitted to himself that he had always tucked the thought of living in the Underland permanently into the back of his mind.
But the odd thing was; It was perfectly plausible.
Gregor was revered as some sort of prophetical warrior and was head-over-heels with the under-age queen of Regalia.
Boots was worshipped by gigantic cockroaches as a princess, although Gregor didn't quite see where they were coming from with that one.
His father was deeply intrigued by the science and economics of Regalia and wanted to learn more about how the Underland itself worked.
The only problem was their mother.
She had no ties to anyone in the Underland and had no reason what-so-ever to go back down
What would Gregor do in his new life down there?
Would he advise Luxa on her queenly duties?
Would he actually get into another prophecy that called for his death?
What about the sun?
On Gregor's first visit, A diplomat named Vikus, also Luxa's grandpa, said that an overlander named "Fred Clark" died down there because he didn't get enough of the sun.
I'm getting way too far ahead of myself… Gregor thought.
He had to take into consideration that there was no future for Gregor here in New York.
Sometime in the duration of the rest of his life, he would have to visit a doctor.
That doctor would ask questions.
Gregor's family couldn't afford to have questions asked.
Regalia, and the Underland in general, is the one place that his scars would be celebrated as signs of experience and wouldn't look twice when they saw them
In Regalia, He was a hero, a warrior.
In Regalia, He had people that he could safely call friends.
In Regalia, he had Luxa.
It was then that Gregor made up his mind.
He would go to live in the Underland.
He stood up, turned around, and slowly crept back up the stairs and silently crawled back into bed.