Hey you guys, sorry for the long week. I was really lazy, and kind of left off at a bad point, so yeah. Anyways, I want to thank you for all your comments, it really gets me back to writing this. I wanted to bring one comment up though. Eulaliaaaa, I completely agree with you. Truth is, I totally lost motivation for this story after the first chapter, so I'm not as into it as I was. Not to mention these are all first drafts. Which brings up my last bothersome question for the time being: Should I go back and edit things? It would be a much more polished version, but it would take longer since I barely have the time to right one draft. So let me know please!
"You are! And since you probably won't remember, I need to tell you something, Highness." Gregor said.
"What is it" Luxa asked, her voice trying to be serious.
"It's me, Luxa." Gregor said. "It's me, Gregor."
Gregor knew what he said was stupid. Everything he had done so far (mostly) had been along with what Ripred said. Within about half a second, he ruined everything. But he couldn't help it; his defense just melted when he looked at Luxa's face, her silky platinum hair, and her flamboyant violet eyes. After so long, it was all he could do not to kiss her on the spot.
"I know you're drunk," Gregor said, starting to cry. "And you won't even remember this, but I had to tell someone, Luxa. I just had to!" Luxa just stared at him, dazed, but still somewhat attentive. Gregor stood up, and surveyed the room. So many memories he thought. Gregor continued to scan the room, savoring every second knowing he was back home, where he truly belonged. Finally, his eyes settled upon the guards, crumpled on the ground in grotesque positions. Sighing, Gregor took them one at a time and set them each on a couch. It was really slow going though; each had full body armor and were pretty bulked up.
Finishing with the guards, Gregor returned to Luxa. It wouldn't be long before she passed out. Luxa, Gregor thought. Why are you like this? Sighing yet again, he picked up the love of his life and carried her to her room, softly laying her on the bed. Gently, he pulled the sheets over her, and knelt down next to her, stroking the hair out of her face. In doing so, he noticed her eyes were closed, and her breathing was slow and serene. Gregor chuckled gently.
Before he left, Gregor whispered in her ear, "I still love you, Luxa. Sleep well, highness."
Gregor strolled down the halls of the palace with his hands in his pockets. He really needed to find a washroom, and fast. His Overland clothes were seriously dirty, and might get him into trouble if the Cutters had a sense of smell like the rats did. However, the reason Gregor really wanted to find a washroom, was because he smelled. Gregor smelled so bad, in fact, he could smell himself.
After about ten minutes, Gregor found the washroom he used to always use when he was in the Underland. Luckily, there were some lockers, and Gregor managed to steal some clothes from some unfortunate Regalians.
Quickly getting out of his dingy clothes, he sunk into the water like it would rejuvenate him; which oddly enough, it did. After washing his hair until it looked brown again, he dried up and re-dressed himself. Feeling satisfied with how he looked, Gregor left the washroom and was strolling around the palace, to reacquaint himself with the royal haven. After about thirty or so minutes of aimlessly wondering around, he heard some familiar voices in an adjacent hallway. Sounds like arguing. Gregor thought. He crept along the corridor as silently as he could, restraining his breathing. Edging his head around the corner, Gregor saw that the corridor actually led to a room, one he remembered. The War Room.
It was abnormally empty, since there seemed to be a war going on, only about ten people where there. That's not what bothered Gregor, though. It was the owners to those familiar voices. The two that were fighting was Ripred and Luxa!
Becoming completely silent, Gregor listened in on what they were saying. He had to use echolocation a bit to see the complete room. Luxa spoke first.
"How is that possible? I recall no such thing!"
"Well it happened, so get over it!" Ripred retorted.
"No, I will not 'get over it'!" Luxa said, trying to mimic Ripred's raspy voice.
"You advanced my troops without my knowledge! We have no hope of beating the Cutters at Queenshead! They outnumber us thirty to one!"
Ripred turned his back to Luxa, and announced to the few people that were there, "Regalians, your insolent Queen has a point." Luxa smirked. "However, Ripred said, a grin coming on his face. "You have a trump card." At that point, a familiar face objected. "Ripred," Mareth said. "You are an excellent fighter, without a doubt the best the Underland has ever seen. That said, we cannot afford you fighting minor battles everywhere, nor do we have the time and flier to spare to transport you." Ripred just smiled and laughed. "Mareth, you were always my favorite general. And you are right." Ripred began to pace, like he always did when he was thinking strategically.
"I want you all to listen, because if there is one thing I hate, it is repeating myself." Ripred said. Gregor held back a laugh. Some things never change.
"If we were to, perhaps, have me fight, what would be the conditions?" One old bearded Underlander piped up. "The battle would be the most important!" Ripred nodded.
"Good, Claudius. What else?" The rat asked.
"Well, ideally," Mareth's voice answered once again. "It would be the only battle." At this point Ripred stopped pacing and went over to Mareth. Everyone in the room was confused until Ripred fell to one knee and proclaimed, "Mareth, would you bond with me?" Ripred asked with fake tears in his eyes. "My other bond," Ripred said, indicating Luxa who was standing cockeyed and rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Is so abusive, and stubborn when it comes to thinking. But you! You get my ideas right off! So please, please bond with me." Mareth was practically blushing in embarrassment. Behind the corridor, Gregor was howling with laughter in his head, his face was a dark red from holding it in.
"Ripred," Mareth said sheepishly. "I-"
"That's ok Mareth." Ripred said, standing up and brushing himself off. "I was just kidding. So," he continued. "How would we get the Cutters to invade from once direction?" This time it was Luxa who spoke up.
"We could seal off the entrance to Queenshead. Then they would be forced to go the other way." Gregor barely heard a word she said; he was too busy looking at her. She was wearing a light purple gown that accentuated her curves and brought out her stunning eyes. Gregor swallowed hard to get all the drool out of his mouth.
Ripred raised his eyebrows in mock surprise and began to clap, which sounded weird because of his claws. "Well done your highness! I knew you could do it!" Luxa wasn't done though. "Then why did you send my troops to Queenshead if we are to seal it off?" Ripred looked at her thoughtfully and just stared. After about two seconds of a stand off, Luxa seemed to understand and pointed her finger at Ripred. "You sent them to seal the entrance!" She said. There was some murmuring amongst the few gathered.
Ripred glared, silencing them. "Yes I did, because I knew once I got you to this conclusion, it would be to late. Kill me for saving lives." Gregor wasn't sure, but he thought he heard Mareth chuckle a bit. "Before I dismiss you, class," Ripred said, very sarcastically. "I wanted to correct something." He turned to Mareth. "Dear Mareth, I am not your trump card." The rat got confused looks from everyone in the room.
"What mean you?" Luxa asked. Ripred just smiled and stared.
"You have already forgotten the man who humiliated your guards?" Objections erupted across the room, save Luxa and Mareth. Luxa quickly got tired of the chaos and held up a hand, silencing them. "Ripred, I thought the same thing. He has agreed to join us." A voice rose up, "How can we trust him after that?" Just like a bandwagon, the tiny group of officials shot a volley of agreement at the Queen. Ripred was smiling again. The rat seemed to be ecstatic about something, but Gregor couldn't figure out what.
"Let me take that one, highness." Ripred said, restarting his pacing. "You see, comrades, he didn't invade. I invited him." Before there were any more interruptions, Ripred gave a murderous glare to the five or so people, and they quieted down. "In fact, he is right outside." Gregor smirked in knowing. Of course the rat knew he was outside. It was too perfect. "Come in, don't be shy." Ripred said. Gregor slowly stood up, and walked into the room. To his and everyone else's surprise, Ripred put his arm around the boy.
"This young man defeated an entire squadron of guards, in, hmm, let me think… half a second?" Ripred nodded with his answer. "Sounds right. Also, he knocked his guards without a weapon." Ripred released Gregor, and strode to the center of the War Room, on top of the world.
"Officials of Regalia, I re-introduce you to the legendary Warrior of the prophecies."
Luxa watched Ripred cross to the center of the room. What has he done? She asked herself. Ripred was always arrogant, but today, he was especially egotistical.
"Officials of Regalia, I re-introduce you to the legendary Warrior of the prophecies."
Time froze for Luxa as she heard what Ripred had said. That's impossible! It can't be Gregor! She thought adamantly. Ripred has to be lying. The more she thought about it, the more Luxa realized she was wrong. She examined the man said to be Gregor.
Wearing a white long sleeve silk shirt, and tight black pants, Gregor looked amazing.
He has the same hair, the same face, the same body, the same eyes… Just like Gregor had for her, Luxa was entranced by Gregor's eyes. The color of chocolate she reminisced. Coming out of her time lapse, Luxa slowly walked over to Gregor, still not quite believing he was there. Gregor had just finished scanning the room when his eyes landed on her. Luxa felt warmth spread through her as their eyes met, of close friends finally reuniting after five very long years.
"G-Gregor?" she asked. "Is it really you?" A goofy smile broke in Gregor's face, the one he always wore when he was happy.
"Yeah, Luxa, its me." Luxa had just finished walking to Gregor when an unmistakable voice rose up, requesting immediate attention. "Class dismissed! I'm famished!" Ripred whined as he stretched out on the floor. The small assembly quickly left the room. "Oh, and get a room you two," Ripred chastised. "No one wants to see that." The teens both blushed as Ripred and Mareth laughed.
Luxa felt Gregor take her hand; a feeling which she had fantasized about for years. "Come on, Luxa, lets go."
And that's a wrap! I need a place to continue from, so this is it for this week everyone! Please leave comments to let me know how I did! I'm trying to accommodate what you all say into this, so I'm experimenting a bit with some different variations. So, *bows very dramatically* until next week, dear friends.
