Gregor And The Resurrection Of Stompers

by Zachabobo

Gregor is sick of the Overland. It has been a month, and he misses Luxa deeply. But when the Underland is discovered, creatures of old come to take over. Starting with small portions of Crawler land, they are eating away at the Landscape leaving only large footprints and the Mark of Secret for Black Magic. The Underland, and the Overland, are caught in a three way war.

4. Chapter 4

Luxa raced along the damp hallway to the rock. She could hear in her head the noise of New York when she had seen it all for the first time. She sighed and checked the timepiece that she had gotten from the Museum. 6:16, a minute late. She started to worry. What if Temp failed? what if Gregor didn't recognize the taps? And worst of all, what if Gregor had forgot? Or even worse, what if Gregor didn't care? Relax, she told herself. Gregor might be late. But even so, she called Aurora over. "What is it, Luxa?"

"Oh, just that Gregor is late. I didn't need anything from you."

Aurora looked hurt. Maybe she shouldn't have put so much emphasis on the word need.

"Sorry Au-"

Just then, her words were cut off by words from above the stone. Luxa Jumped up, a big smile on her face.

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"Puuush!" Said Gregor, forgetting about the fact that a teenager and a little girl pushing a rock in the middle of the day would seem weird. they had to hurry, because the cafe that their mom worked at was right next to central park. And although she might be able to deal with Gregor going when he left a note, she would definitely stop them if the saw them now.

"So Lizzie, It seems that we didn't need that plan after all!" Exclaimed Gregor, at least as much as you can exclaim in between gritted teeth.

"We still might." Replied Lizzie, nodding at the Cafe where their mom was serving some people outside and starting to take notice of the crowd in the park.

"Oh shoot!" Said Gregor, noticing the crowd. "We can't go down with this many people watching! Or any, for that matter!" But it seemed to be too late. The crowd wanted to help out the two kids, and so they all took up spots pushing the rock. It moved quickly and easily with the combined force.

"NO!" Shouted Gregor at the top of his lungs, but it was too late. A large number of New Yorkers fell down, not expecting a hole. And they all landed on the wing of a giant bat.

Sorry for the really short chapter. Just to let you know that I'm still here! But anyway, read chapter 3. I really need those forms if you want your character in the story!