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"No! Definitely no! There's no way in hell I'm gonna let you go there again!" Her Mom screamed. He tried to protest.

"But Mom…"

"I said no!" He saw tears in her eyes. "You almost died there three years ago. We can't lose you, Gregor. We've already lost your Grandma."

"This time I agree with you mother, Gregor." His Dad said, placing an arm over Grace's shoulders. "We must leave now. If we didn't leave before, it was for your Grandma's health. But now…"

"Dad, please. You know what it means for me." He pleaded, but his Mom shook her head.

"What if we lost you, Gregor? We can't afford to think like that."

"I won't die, I promise. But if I do…" Gregor's expression darkened. "You'll keep on living."

"If you die or not it's not your choice, Gregor." His father explained.

"But I need to go there!" Gregor screamed. His Mom shook his head.

"Go to bed, Gregor. It's late." He opened his mouth to protest, but his mother cut him off. "We'll talk tomorrow, but you're not going back again."


That night, Gregor couldn't sleep. He stood there, thinking about Luxa.

What if she forgot me? What if she doesn't care about me anymore? Gregor thought. No, she promised she'd remember me forever. But what if she doesn't?

"Gregor?" His mom asked, entering in his room. "Are you awake?"

"Yes." He looked at his watch. 2:20 a.m. "It's late, what are you doing here, Mom?" She sighed.

"I wanted to talk about the Underland." What? "Look, I don't want to lose you. But I know if you stay here, well, it'd be bad for you."

"So I can go to Regalia?" He asked hopefully, but his mother shook her head.

"I'm not saying that. I'm just trying to explain why I don't want you down here." They just stood there in silence.

"Mom… What did you do when Dad disappeared?" Her eyes widened.

"I think you know already. I cried. And I missed him, and I wanted with all my heart to have him back. It was horrible. I love him so much, Gregor." He looked at her.

"If you could go with him, what would have you done?"

"I'd go with him. And never let him go."

"Then, why don't you let me go with Luxa? It has been three years, Mom. And it feels horrible because I don't know if she remembers me, or if she's alive, or if she needs help." Gregor looked at his mom with pleading eyes. "Mom, you know how it feels. I… I miss her so much. Please."

Grace looked at him one second, and then sighed.

"Go back to sleep. We'll talk in the morning." She kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, honey."

"Night, Mom."


This dream was different. He wasn't falling, but flying in cave.

"Anybody there?" He asked, walking into a cave. "Hello?"

"Gregor." He heard a soft voice calling him. "Gregor."

"Yeah, it's me. Who are you?"

"Overlander!" Another voice shouted. "Overlander, over here!"

"Ares." He muttered, and ran towards the voice. "Ares? Ares, where are you?"

"Gregor, do not leave me alone, please!" That was Luxa's voice. Gregor paled. Ares was on his left and Luxa on his right. He couldn't help both of them.

"Ares! Luxa! Where are you?" He cried to the walls. A scream of pain was heard on his left. He ran there, only to find the place empty. Luxa called him again, and Ares did too. He knelt on the floor, his face buried in his hands, while the screams were heard in the cave.

"Why did you leave me? I thought you loved me!" Luxa accused.

"We were bonded! How could you let me die?" Ares asked.

"You were the only thing I have! I had lost everything!"

"My death was not necessary! Yours were!" At that point, Gregor's eyes were filled with tears, and his cheeks were wet.

"I'm so sorry. It was my fault. I should have died, not you, Ares. I didn't mean to…" He wiped his tears and stood up. "But that's why I need to go down again. I'll revenge you. And this time, I won't come alive. Because I must be dead. It's time to do the things okay."


"Gregor! Gregor, woke up!" Someone was shaking his shoulder. He blinked, confused, and felt his cheeks wet. He wiped his tears and looked at his left. Lizzie.

"It's okay, Lizzie. I'm fine." She looked at him worriedly.

"No, you aren't." She affirmed. Gregor sighed, and looked at the clock. It was 5am.

"Wow. I've slept just three hours."

"Maybe you should go back to sleep?" It sounded more like a question than an option. Gregor shook his head.

"No, I wouldn't be able. Besides, I wanna talk to you." She raised an eyebrow.

"Really? About what?" He shrugged.

"I don't know, but… It feels like we haven't talk in years."

"Well, you have been busy." Thinking about the Underland and forgetting your own family, Gregor added mentally. Of course, Lizzie'd never said that. She doesn't like being rude.

"I'm sorry, Liz." She blinked in surprise.

"Why? It's not your fault, Gregor. I know you want to live there because of your friends and Luxa." Gregor froze.

"You knew… I liked Luxa? But how?"

"It was pretty obvious, Gregor. When she disappeared on December, you were so worried you didn't think about anything else. You had your head in the clouds."

"I was thinking about the prophecy too." He protested.

"Not as much as you thought about Luxa."

"That's not true. Besides, I didn't like her then." He said, but he felt like he was lying.

"You didn't know you liked her. Remember when you told me about Hamnet? You said you'd put your life on Luxa's hands and he smiled. I think he guessed what you feel towards Luxa." Lizzie explained.

Suddenly, Gregor noticed how much his little sister changed. She used to be a shy girl, with no friends at all; and the person who was talking with Gregor wasn't a shy girl, but a young eleven-years-old woman. The Underlander war had changed her so much, and Gregor constantly zoning out didn't help.

Gregor hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry, Lizzie. I should have been there when you needed me, but I was so focused on my own problems I didn't help you when you needed me the most." She sighed, and patted his back lightly.

"It's okay. I guess I need to be independent anyway."

"But not when you're eleven, Liz." He said shaking his head, and Lizzie shrugged.

"You get used to it. Besides, I don't have to do it when I grow up." She said. It took a minute for Gregor to understand that Lizzie was joking.

"Whoa, wait a second. You actually joked?" He said teasingly. Lizzie blushed.

"Maybe a bit…" She whispered.

"Guys." His mom appeared at the door. "It's five am, you should be sleeping."

"Sorry I woke you up, Momma." Lizzie said.

"Don't worry, sweetie. We need to talk, anyway." Lizzie giggled.

"Is today the 'talking night' or something?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Lizzie and I were chatting when you entered in the room." Gregor explained. Grace nodded, and sighed lightly.

"Gregor, remember what we were talking last night? About the Underland?"

He nodded, and Grace sighed again. "I've made my decision."


Hahaha, I feel so evil. You'll have to wait for the answer. Anyway, reviews are welcome. See you in the next chapter.