Yes I know it's short. I'm sorry. I'll try to get the next chapter out faster.
Gregor was very tired by the time he got back to his room. He stripped of his fur clothes, but realized that he didn't have any other clothes to sleep in. Then it hit him. The reason there weren't any normal silk web clothes was because the spinners were at war with the humans. The humans probably couldn't get their normal clothes.
Gregor shrugged and crawled into bed in his boxers. He shut his weary eyes and tried to get some rest, but sleep would not come to him. The prophecy kept coming back to him. /Six will die. And among those will either be Boots or Lizzie/. Gregor lost track of the time he spent awake, dwelling on the prophecy, before sleep finally wrapped him in its arms.
Gregor woke up the next day to a very excited three-year-old girl jumping on him. Gregor coughed and gagged as Boots' knee fell into his stomach.
"Come feed new babies Gre-go!" Boots pleaded. /New babies? What?/ Almost as if she could read his mind, Boots said, "Lots of new babies come to nursery. Need feeding."
Gregor groaned. He was still very tired. /It'll make Boots happy/, he thought. Ugh. Life sucks.
"Sure Boots," he said, "I'll come feed the babies. Just give me a couple of minutes to get ready."
After about an hour of feeding babies, Gregor decided to go to the hospital. His head feeling kind of woozy, so he wanted it checked out. Walking through the various hallways and passages, he saw many people. In fact, the castle seemed more crowded that before. There seemed to be an abundance of scared looking children.
Once again, the hospital was packed. He saw more people with the same kind of wounds he had seen yesterday. Then he realized what had caused them. /Spinners! That's what happens when their silk gets torn off a person's skin/!
Deciding the hospital was too busy for him he turned away and almost ran into Mareth. "Oops," apologized Gregor, "my bad."
"It is fine," replied the Underlander. Mareth was about to go around Gregor when Gregor reached out and caught his arm.
"Mareth? Why did the spinners attack us?" asked Gregor. The prophecy had said the spinners would start a great war. But it hadn't said why.
"We don't really know," replied Mareth, running a hand though his short, black hair. "One day, they just suddenly attacked the Fount. Although they have the advantage of numbers, we have been able to retain control of the Fount."
Gregor thought for a moment. "So all of the hurt people are being brought here?"
"Yes," replied Mareth. "Although, we cannot handle many more. We are sending more warriors to the Fount, but we expect the Fount to fall soon. The spinners are much better fighters than humans."
"I can go fight," said Gregor. "I might be able to save the Fount." he hoped Mareth would let him go. He was eager to prove to Luxa that he was not weak.
Mareth smiled grimly. "You might have forgotten already, but you need to fulfill the Prophecy. You have to go directly to the spinners' web."
/Oh,/ thought Gregor. That won't be easy.
"I better go train. I haven't trained in a while," replied Gregor. "I wonder if the spinners have my parents."
Mareth froze. Gregor could tell by his facial expression that something was wrong. /This can't be good./ "Gregor. We found this near the Fount," he said, holding out something. Gregor took it and gasped.
It was his dad's wallet. It had Overland money, credit cards, pictures, and his autographed Babe Ruth baseball card. It had the blue spot on the corner when Gregor had colored it when he was 3. It had a slightly deformed spot where Boots had chewed it. It was the exact wallet his dad always had with him.
Sorry for the long update. I will try to do better. And don't give me any shit about making my chapters longer.
