If you want to know what happened in the Gregor's Choice story between last chapter and this one, go to the following link and read on! I will be picking up from chapter 3 when he wakes up in the prison area.
Kevin groaned, rubbing his head which had been thrown against something very hard.
"Young man, I am really sorry we had to make acquaintance in such sad circumstances." An old voice came from the opposite side of the room.
'Is he talking to me?'
"As am I. I assume you want me to come with you?" another voice came from across the room.
'I guess not'
"Yes, there is someone that wishes to speak with you." The old voice said
"May I ask?"
"Our Queen"
The two left the room with a slam of the door.
"Well that was very strange." Kevin pushed himself to his feet, realizing how dark it was in the dark room.
"Use the power of your ambitions; focus on the things that drive you. Then when you have located those things, feel the heat, and bring them into a fireball, either to your hand or your Keyblade." Merlin had gave him this advice when he was learning how to summon fire.
A small ball of fire appeared in his hand, and the room was washed over in a warm white light.
It was a large rectangular room made completely of stone. There were no other defining features of the room, no grooves in the wall to bash to escape, no windows. Nothing.
Kevin threw the fireball at the wall, letting it light the torch that stood there. He sat on the bench and waited.
A few hours earlier
Sora groaned and pulled himself to his feet.
"Aaaaa!" Sora fell to the ground.
He looked over at his ankle and found it was twisted in a very weird way. "Great, a sprained ankle. Where even are we?" Sora said, looking around the area.
It looked like they were all underground in an intercut round tunnel system, which was strange that the Gummi Ship would crash in this area.
"Something isn't right…." Sora dragged himself around the Gummi Ship wreckage where Goofy, Donald, and Kevin were hidden under a large piece of the Gummi Ship. It wasn't large enough or heavy enough to be hurting them, and they were strong enough to pull themselves out without effort, so Sora didn't worry about it.
Suddenly, a scuttling noise came from somewhere near them. Even more of the noise started from various places around him.
All the noise concentrated into one tight form above him.
Sora sent a hovering fireball above him to find…..a crap load of animals.
Giant ants were sticking to the ceiling, mounted by big rats, with giant spiders near them.
"Oh look, his clothes are so strange, he must be an Overlander! Maybe he'll be useful enough to make us something useful. Tie him up!" The big gray rat riding the biggest ant shouted.
A spider slowly descended from the ceiling and began to spray webbing in Sora's direction.
He summoned the Keyblade to his hand, only for a huge amount of pain to force him to drop it.
"God Damn It!" Sora shouted, as he was encased in goo, and they dragged him through the tunnels.
"Alright kid, you can leave now" A guard woke him up from his sleep on the bench, the large stone door was wide open, and the torch he had lit had long since burned out.
'I must have been very tired to have slept this long!' Kevin walked through the door.
"Where should I go now?" Kevin turned to ask the Guard.
"Vilkus, the Queen's Royal Advisor, has asked that you meet him in the Prophecy room." The Guard ordered.
"It's up the stairs, down the hall, and it's the third door on the left. If the room is covered in carvings then you're good." The Guard added when he saw Kevin's puzzled look.
"Thank you sir!" Kevin walked up the stairs, down the hall, and walked through the third door on the right into a dark room covered in carvings and scrolls.
"You must be the boy my Guard's found on their patrols. My name is Vilkus; I am the Royal Advisor and Grandfather to Queen Luxa." The old man that stood in the prophecy room said.
"My name is Kevin, could you tell me where I am?" Kevin asked, scratching his head in confusion.
"This is the Underland, I'm guessing you're an Overlander. The Underland is a land that was founded by Bartholomew of Sandwich, the Overland is the land above us, the land the Warrior calls New York City." Vilkus replied.
"Thanks, follow up question, have you seen a tall talking wolf(He guessed they wouldn't know what a dog was), a man about as tall as me, and a small talking duck?" Kevin asked, both jokingly and seriously.
"Do you speak of Donald the Mage and Goofy the Knight? They have told us many a tale of their adventures with a man known as Sora; I'm guessing that is the man you were looking for?" The old man answered.
"Yes those are them, so why have you called me here?"
"I would like to discuss with you something of upmost importance to the Underlanders, you see the Cutters, the warrior calls them giant ants, have recently decided that all humans in the Underland are obsolete, and when we found you we saw strange black bugs surrounding you, when a Keyblade appeared in your hand, one like the one our founder had owned when he founded Regalia. So you see, I thought since you possess a Keyblade, you must be a capable fighter, one good enough to be able to fend off the Cutter army, since our warrior left many years ago." Vilkus said,
"Well, since I have no means of seeing my friend Sora, and that he is probably here in the Underland somewhere, the I'll help you with your war, and I'm sure Donald and Goofy will to." Kevin replied.
"Excellent, now would you please accompany me to the War Room, if we are to fight these Cutters than you will have to hear our plans. I will arrange for your friends to be escorted down to meet us." Vilkus said.
Sure enough when they walked into the hall that led to the War Room Donald and Goofy stood waiting for them.
The Dog and Duck rushed towards him, tackling Kevin in a bear hug.
"Hiya Kevin, happy to see you're a-okay!" Goofy laughed
"Ya! I thought you weren't gonna make it!" Donald shouted.
"C'mon guys! Climb off!" Kevin laughed, struggling to get out from under the dog pile.
"Ahem" Vilkus 'cleared' his throat
The three quickly became serious, climbing off of each other and apologizing to the old man.
"Now can we enter the War Room, I'm sure everyone would like to start." Vilkus said, an exasperated tone of voice was prominent.
Every important Regalian in Regalia was sitting at a round table in the War Room.
The room was a large, circular room, taken up by a huge raised oval platform. Along the sides of this platform chairs were placed every few feet, where all the important Regalian generals, advisors, counselors, and Public Figures sat.
"How is that possible? I recall no such thing!" The young Queen of Regalia, Luxa, shouted from the highest up thrones, with two Regalian flags on either side of the throne.
"well it happened, so get over it!" The large rat Ripred shouted from across the room.
"No, I will not 'get over it'!" Luxa said, trying to mimic the rat's raspy voice.
"You advanced my troops without my knowledge! We have no hope of defeating the Cutters at Queenshead! They outnumber us thirty to one!" Luxa shouted.
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.
"I want you all to listen, because if there is one thing I hate, it is repeating myself." Ripred said. A voice could be heard from right outside the door, making a large effort to stifle a laugh.
"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.
Kevin, Donald, and Goofy all burst out laughing, nearly falling off the platform that sat between Luxa and Ripred.
"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."
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 standoff, 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."
"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 Kevin wasn't sure what.
"Let me take that one highness." Ripred said, restarting his pacing. "You see, comrades, he didn't invade. I invited him." "In fact, he is right outside." Ripred swung open the door, and a tall, dark haired teen, wearing a white long sleeve silk shirt (the only fabric they possess in the Underland) and tight black pants, about 16 years old, fell out of the hallway, and into the room.
"Officers of Regalia, I re-introduce you to the Warrior of Prophecies."
"DUN, DUN, DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!" Kevin shouted, causing Goofy, Donald, and the boy to burst out into laughter.
"G-Gregor?" Luxa walked over to the boy. "Is it really you?"
A goofy smile, much like the one that Kevin, Donald, and Goofy had on their faces appeared on Gregor's. "Yeah Luxa, it's me."
The two teens embraced each other, holding each other as if they never wanted to let each other go again.
A tear ran down Kevin's cheek.
"Are you alright Kevin?" Donald asked, jumping up on the chair beside Kevin.
"Just reminds me of Olivia." Kevin said sadly, watching the two.
Goofy patted Kevin on the back. "We'll find her, don't worry."
"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, let's go."