Hi everyone! Thank you for reviewing chapter 19 and helping me to improve on some of my factual details and highlighting some of the minor errors I made. I still hope to see more people reviewing my story as it goes on, but thanks to the following people who did review my chapter: AlphaDeath, BlackWolfUnder, AWarriorReborn, A happy reader, MarbleSky, Jim, HumanicHedgeHog, Myname12, Clytuis, haha77(it's been a long time), pyro159 and Ares theUnderlander. Your detailed reviews are really appreciated and I really hope to see them continuing to come :)

Anyway, here is Chapter 20. There might be vulgarities here and there because of the… nature of the chapter, so I'd just like to warn you about that first. Most of the insults are not too vulgar so it shouldn't be too bad, though. There aren't any four letter f-words around, but there might be some intense moments. Still, shouldn't be anything you haven't heard before. Just a prior warning for those who seriously and intensely and violently object against the use of profanities as a whole.

I really hope you enjoy this chapter. This chapter and the next one has been an event which I've planned in my head for MONTHS. So I hope you enjoy this chapter.

This chapter is written from Gregor's perspective.

Chapter 20: Alone

"Gregor! Gregor, wake up! Luxa's been kidnapped!"

Gregor's eyes snapped open and he shot up immediately, finding Mareth standing at his doorway, dressed up in battle armour and looking downright flustered. "Luxa's been taken by an unknown kidnapper," Mareth said urgently, "The king has ordered you to join us on the mission to hunt the kidnapper down. Hurry! We're running out of time!"

For a split second, Gregor froze, unable to believe what he had just heard. Luxa had been kidnapped? By who? Who could possibly have caught her? She was still here in Regalia with him before he had dozed off, so how had she disappeared in such a short span of time? He had so many questions and too little answers. But none of them mattered anymore. All he needed to do was to ensure Luxa's safety. "How long can you give me before we leave?" Gregor asked Mareth, immediately picking up the scattered pieces of armour on the floor and beginning to gather them together.

"The king will wait another five minutes. Then we will take off together. Just him, you, me and a number of royal guards. We want to keep this a secret if possible. We don't want to unleash widespread panic on a city that is still recovering from the first battle of its civil war," Mareth explained.

Gregor shook his head as he fit on his chestplate. "You should be mobilising the entire army," he said in mild frustration, "If someone has got the Queen, we need to have a large party to search for her. She could be anywhere in the Underland! And what happens if we find an army there keeping her prisoner? Do you honestly expect us to fight the entire army and save her?"

"You are a rager, Gregor," Mareth pointed out, "That's good enough for us. Ripred is on a separate mission for Regalia. Believe me, if we could call him down to join you, I would have the utmost confidence that we can rescue the queen. But one of you will be good enough, and that person happens to be you. Please do not make a lot of noise about this."

"The way you guys are handling this is just so wrong," Gregor remarked angrily, "Your queen is in trouble, and you bastards are trying to keep this under wraps?"

Mareth swallowed nervously, but didn't respond. Gregor suited up as fast as possible and reached out for Sandwich's sword. He hesitated for a few seconds, as the horrific memories of all the lives he had taken swarmed his mind. He felt his arm tremble from the inner conflict that was tearing him apart. This was one of the most difficult dilemmas he had ever faced. He knew that he needed the sword in order to save Luxa, but then again he had sworn never to pick up the damned weapon again. If he saved Luxa, he was scared he would lose control and embark on a killing spree again. But if he left the sword in his room, Luxa could end up dying. This was no easy decision, but Gregor quickly realised that Luxa was the only person left to fight for. Without Luxa, life was not worth living anymore. He reached out and grabbed the sword.

Mareth seemed to be very unsettled, and his expression almost seemed to be one of guilt. "You won't need that," he said hastily to Gregor, "We're running out of time. We can provide you a sword later."

Gregor frowned at Mareth's words. "Are you alright, Mareth?" Gregor asked, "You want me to come on this trip to save Luxa without my weapon?"

Mareth now looked extremely disconcerted. "Just meet us at the High Hall," he said briskly, before leaving the room and breaking into a jog.

Gregor just shook his head. What was up with Mareth? He had rarely seen Mareth behave in this way, even back when he was still a kid. To him, Mareth had always been a brave soldier who had always upheld moral righteousness. His sudden change in conduct was undoubtedly making Gregor feel a little nervous. Fitting the cursed sword into his scabbard, he proceeded to grab Solovet's dagger from underneath the bed, and he sheathed it too.

As Gregor made his way to the High Hall, he found himself thinking about Luxa. He wondered if she was already dead. After all, it would be a massive blow to Regalia and its people if she was killed. Gregor knew for a fact that Luxa was extremely popular amongst the people. Thinking about Luxa's dead body, his heart began to palpitate. He had an awful feeling that the possibility of her dying was higher than her staying alive. But he shoved the pessimistic thoughts to the back of his head. Luxa needed him now. he couldn't afford to let himself be distracted by such negativity. And if he found out they had killed Luxa, then… He would kill that bastard, or every single one of those bastards. He had no problem about taking out his vengeance on them at the cost of his own life. if Luxa died, he would have lost his purpose in life. He might as well die along with the bastards who had killed any meaning left in his life.

He rushed out into the High Hall, where Conrad's royal guards were beginning to mount up on their bats. The visors that almost completely covered their faces made them look even more imperious than ever. Mareth had just finished clambering on top of Andromeda, whose fur looked withered by age. The king had already mounted up on Dionysus, and the icy expression he was maintaining betrayed none of his inner thoughts as he gazed at Gregor. "Finally, Warrior," he said, breaking the silence, "The most important person on this mission."

"Where's Apollo?" Gregor asked Mareth, ignoring Conrad.

"We can't seem to find Apollo. But his presence is not necessary. You can ride with me on Andromeda," Mareth offered.

Gregor didn't feel entirely comfortable travelling around with Apollo, but he knew he had no choice. Nonetheless, he scratched a message on the ground with the tip of his sword. His words read, "APOLLO. FIND ME." Gregor then leapt up onto Andromeda. Mareth nodded at Conrad, who then commanded, "So be it. Follow the trail of the queen. Go!"

The bats burst forward immediately, and began heading in a single direction as they sniffed the air vigorously. Mareth leaned backwards to relax slightly, as the wind rushed past his face. Gregor couldn't help but notice Mareth's right hand resting on the hilt of his blade. Mareth was evidently not as relaxed as he looked.

At first, Gregor thought about inquiring why Mareth had been acting so nervously in front of him for the past hour or so. But he figured that would be bordering on the edge of being rude, so he chose to keep quiet instead and keep an eye on Mareth. But then he was hit with an epiphany as to why Mareth was behaving that way.

His old friend was probably traumatised by his actions during the battle in Regalia. And Gregor didn't blame him. Mareth may have known him to be a rager, but Gregor had never ever killed another human. Gregor had never ever taken an innocent life, nor had he ever lost control of his rager abilities in front of so many innocent people. No wonder Mareth was acting weirdly in front of him. Mareth was probably not used to seeing his friend transform into some kind of wild serial killer. Gregor didn't know how it had happened or why it had happened. All he knew was that it was his fault.

But it still hurt for Gregor to know that even his friend was now frightened of him. It hurt for Gregor to be neglected and feared by a friend who had helped him and encouraged him on his journey to becoming a Warrior. Mareth was one of the few people Gregor still trusted and was loyal to in the whole of the Underland, so it was a bitter pill for Gregor to swallow.

Now that Gregor thought about it, he realised his list of allies and friends in the Underland was beginning to dwindle in numbers. Amongst the Underlanders, he probably only trusted Ripred, Luxa, Aurora, Perdita, Mareth, Vikus and Lapblood. He didn't know Apollo or Hecate that well, so he really couldn't judge them himself. Apart from those Underlanders, Calvin definitely belonged to the list, but that was pretty much it. Whether Gregor admitted it freely or not, the truth was that he was still very much alone in the Underland when it came to true friends. Now Luxa was captured, Mareth didn't trust him, Vikus was aging quickly and Gregor still hadn't gotten the chance to hold a real conversation with Lapblood, while he hadn't even spoken to Perdita at all.

Gregor stared into the distance, wondering what his life had come to. It was only a couple of hours ago when he was contemplating suicide and nearly carried it out if not for Luxa's sudden appearance. He had murdered innocent people and killed a child while watching the only city he still loved be destroyed because Regalians had begun to turn on each other. There was still the additional threat of foxes on the horizon, and although he kept it to himself, he was worried about Operation Claw. Calvin hadn't told him much about the secret organisation, except that they had assassinated his father in a bid to keep everything quiet.

He was well aware that Calvin himself suspected that the organisation didn't exist, but Gregor knew better than to dismiss conspiracy. Operation Claw might appear to be something that didn't exist, but he knew that it was entirely possible that it had just gone dark so that people like Calvin couldn't find evidence against them. Whatever it was, Gregor wasn't comforted by the idea that other Overlanders knew about the Underland and were willing to take control of it. Gregor didn't know what their motivation was, but he knew that they definitely hadn't given up. There was just something so sinister about the way they suddenly appeared to Richard Oberton and offered a deal to him before disappearing off the face of the earth.

Gregor sat forward, unwilling to let himself drift off despite the fatigue setting back into his body. He couldn't afford to let himself lose focus. If he did, it could mean the end of the one person he still loved and cared for. Luxa was counting on him, and he couldn't let her down. Not when he had already let everyone else down, including himself.

For the next hour or so, they travelled in complete silence, with the bats taking the occasional sniff in the air. Conrad was staring blankly ahead, a grim expression plastered on his face. The guy rarely showed any emotion when Gregor was around him. Sure, they had each tried to bait and provoke each other when they first met, but Gregor hadn't really interacted much with him apart from that instance. The guy just had a constant poker face.

But Gregor could guess how Conrad was feeling on the inside. Behind the emotionless face was probably a mind riddled with anxiety and desperation. Gregor hated Conrad, but he could really relate to how Conrad felt, because they were feeling the exact same way. Gregor didn't know if Conrad truly loved Luxa or not, but he definitely treasured and coveted her.

Suddenly, the bats took a sharp turn and began diving towards the cave. Conrad's bond, Dionysus, said something quickly to him, and Conrad the called out, "When we land, dismount from your fliers. She's in the cave. Fliers, wait out here for us. This should be quick, judging from the number of people guarding her."

"How many?" Gregor asked.

"Three of them," Conrad answered, a tinge of disappointment in his voice, "I expected more from them."

They dismounted quickly and entered the cave. "The cave isn't very big," Conrad told them, "This should be quite fast. Stay together."

Gregor drew out his blade and moved forward slowly, clicking his tongue. His echolocation may have gone patchy, but he knew that there were definitely a number of other creatures in the cave. They were quite far away, but Gregor was still extremely wary of his surroundings. Taking slow steps forward, he was vaguely aware of the royal guards travelling at the same pace as him, but he didn't mind leading them. Conrad was right. The operation should be done and dusted quite quickly.

Finally, he stepped into a clearing in the cave, which looked quite large. "Where the hell is she?" Gregor wondered aloud. Suddenly, he noticed the royal guards filing out into the cave, surrounding him. They drew out their weapons and pointed them straight at him. Gregor heard more movement, and soon about two dozen brown creatures jogged into the clearing, joining the royal guards into surrounding him. At first, Gregor mistook the creatures for massive brown rats, but he soon realised who they were. Foxes.

Conrad's footsteps echoed around the cave as he entered, flanked by Mareth on his right and an enormous fox on his left. Mareth was the only one who looked genuinely unnerved and disturbed. The right side of the fox's face was covered in a metal mask, but the single eye that Gregor could see was enough to send shivers down his spine. Its single yellow eye watched him closely, and as he stared into it, he could see the sheer malice and cruelty that the fox possessed. This was no ordinary fox he was dealing with. This could only be the one fox he had ever heard of. He still remembered the way Calvin spoke about him, and Gregor remembered seeing the fear that Calvin had displayed in his eyes and voice when talking about that fox.

"Flavius," Gregor breathed aloud.

The fox shot him a smile which gave him goosebumps. Conrad looked at the scene with smug satisfaction. Gregor had no escape. He was surrounded by both foxes and humans. "You lied to me," Gregor said out loud to Mareth, "I trusted you like a brother, and now you've lied to me. Luxa's still back in Regalia, isn't she?"

Mareth looked embarrassed, and in his silence Conrad spoke up, "A necessary lie to rid Regalia of its true threat. Mareth may appear to be duplicitous in nature in this instance, but what he just did is only to serve the greater good of Regalia. Mareth is our unsung hero today."

"And I suppose the greater good of Regalia is you," Gregor spat back at Conrad, "A king who executes his people because he feels threatened and insecure."

"You turn to rumours and hearsay in order to damage my reputation. I do not have to lower myself to that level or resort to such desperate measures to prove why you must be executed. Mareth saw for himself the monster you are. You do not belong here, Gregor the Overlander. You have been arrested and sentenced to death under charges of murder. Especially one of an innocent child," Conrad replied calmly.

Gregor was stuck. Conrad definitely held the upper hand here. There was no way he could prove concretely that Conrad was a tyrant, but Conrad had hit Gregor where it hurt. The king was right. Gregor had committed murder, and he had brutally slaughtered an innocent child. If that was the punishment that Gregor deserved, then so be it. But he couldn't believe that Mareth would betray him like this, especially since his sentence wasn't even decided by a court or a trial. And somehow the foxes had gotten involved.

"This seems real credible," Gregor retorted sarcastically, "Sentencing me to death without trial. What kind of due process is this? Mareth, you can't possibly be following this nutjob, for Sandwich's sake. Can't you see he's trying to assassinate me?"

Mareth looked perturbed and even confounded by the situation. "The king is right," Mareth said uncertainly, "You… Gregor you… You have committed murder, a crime… a crime punishable by death. Your actions have caused great harm to Regalia, so… so it does appear that the king is justified in his intention to sentence you to death. And he is the king. I must follow whatever he has decreed. And he has decreed that you must die for your crimes."

"Are you serious?" Gregor exclaimed in exasperation, "You're blindly following an oppressive tyrant who kills his people and chooses to kill me? I'm not even under Regalian jurisdiction. I'm a freaking Overlander!"

Mareth now looked beyond disturbed. "I'm sorry, Gregor," he said apologetically, "I must follow my gut. And my gut has told me to follow the king's orders, even if… even if… even if it means losing a friend who has meant so much to me."

"What the hell!" Gregor responded furiously, "Your gut tells you that I must be executed? Go and rot in hell, you piece of shit!"

"I believe you will rot in hell first, Overlander," Conrad replied with a sly smile on his face, "Mareth, you are dismissed."

Mareth quietly made his way out of the cave as Gregor watched on, seething in fury. "He said he didn't want to watch you die. Apparently he couldn't bear to see his friend executed. So I've decided to be reasonable and let him leave. He is a cripple, after all. I don't think he would serve this battle very well. Instead, he will go back to Regalia and report to everybody that you perished during a fierce battle with the schemers. And we will honour your loss, and there will be tears. But Regalia will no longer have a twisted murderer in its midst," Conrad explained.

"Tell me the truth for once, you snake," Gregor snarled, "Why have you chosen to execute me?"

When Conrad didn't respond, Gregor pressed on, "It's Luxa, isn't it? You're threatened by my presence. You feel inadequate around me and you're scared that I'll take Luxa away from you. That's why you chose to have me executed. So that I'm no longer a threat to YOU."

Conrad shrugged uncomfortably, "You told me to be honest before your death, so I shall honour you in being so. You are partially right. I don't want to lose Luxa to you. I love her and it would break my heart to see her turn away from me. But the other reason is that I wish to protect Regalia by having you killed."

"BULLSHIT!" Gregor yelled angrily, "Stop lying for once!"

"I'M NOT!" Conrad snapped back, "I saw what you can do. The way you inspire people, and the way you make people detest and loathe you. Believe it or not, Overlander, but you are not the unifying force everybody claims you are. In fact, apart from me, you are the most divisive figure in the whole of Regalia, especially amongst the gnawers. You killed many of their parents and siblings. By having you die, Overlander, I'm protecting Regalia from chaos. That's precisely why I had you executed here. If you are executed back in Regalia, it would create instability and cause chaos. I can't have that, especially now."

Gregor was surprised by the ingenuity in Conrad's voice. Perhaps the son of a bitch was speaking the truth after all. But it didn't matter to Gregor anymore. "I still think you're full of shit," Gregor growled back, before gesturing at the foxes, "but even if I believed you, what are these assholes doing here?"

Conrad's arrogant and cold attitude returned. "Ah, yes. Of course, how could I forget our guests. Gregor the Overlander, meet you Flavius the schemer."

Flavius exposed all his teeth, revealing metallic teeth on the right side of his face, with normal serrated white teeth on the other side. "A pleasure to meet you, Warrior," Flavius greeted Gregor, once again giving Gregor goosebumps. His voice was smooth and velvety, the kind of voice that he could listen to all day. But he ignored the details about Flavius' voice. "You still haven't answered my question," he pointed out to Conrad.

Conrad cleared his throat before explaining, "I've struck a deal with Flavius. In exchange for your life, he has promised to spare the lives of the people of Regalia from his complete assault on the Underland. We will still fall under his authority and control should they succeed, but at least we will still have our lives intact."

"Wait till the Regalians hear about this. You'll be sentenced for high treason against Regalia by doing this. Good job on getting yourself condemned, you idiot," Gregor sneered.

Conrad's smile was downright eerie. "I know that. But you know what? The Regalians will never hear about it," Conrad responded calmly with a hint of a smile on his face.

He then nodded to Flavius, before turning to Gregor and saying, "These are my final words to you, Overlander. Goodbye, fallen Warrior. I leave you in very safe hands. I have a wife to attend to." With that he sauntered out of the cave confidently.

Flavius then turned to face Gregor. "Finally," he said dramatically, "the moment I've waited for. It contained a bit more drama than I expected between Conrad and you, but it was all worth it. I've spent the past few years listening to whispers in the darkness of a great Warrior, an Overlander who slew the Bane, scourge of the Underland. The whispers in the dark told me about his abilities as a rager, and it piqued my interest. I had waited decades for a worthy opponent. And now I have finally found him."

"Does that mean you're gonna tell these lackeys surrounding me to piss off?" Gregor asked him.

Flavius grinned with delight. "I'd love to. But I'm not quite sure you are the Warrior. So I'd like to see these people here test your skill. There are too many hoaxes these days, you know? There are just too many fakes hanging around. I want to see if you are the REAL Warrior," Flavius reasoned.

"If you want a fight, you'll get one," Gregor replied while drawing out Solovet's dagger.

"Now we're talking," Flavius said excitedly, unfurling his claws.

"Before I get down to killing you guys," Gregor said, "I still don't know why you foxes are attacking Regalia. Would you care to enlighten me?"

Several of the foxes began to advance forward menacingly, but Flavius let out a low growl, and they stopped advancing immediately. "There's no harm in the question," Flavius told them, "He just wants to get to know a fellow rager better."

Flavius then faced Gregor again and began, "It's quite simple really. For hundreds of years, the schemers have been languishing in the Uncharted lands. Down there, food was scarce and there were frequent disruptions because of earthquakes and volcanic explosions. We lived a hard life. Even the most intelligent of us had no idea how to pull ourselves out of the situation. We never bothered to think out of the box. We stuck to what we had learnt, which was that nothing existed outside the land we had lived in."

Flavius cleared his throat before continuing, "But one day, a young schemer wandered out of the Uncharted lands. He found himself in the midst of an unnatural environment. What he didn't realise then was that he would go on to become the saviour of his race. The little schemer then led the rest of his fellow schemers to the jungle, where they found an old tunnel. They soon discovered they had once used the tunnel generations ago, and their forefathers had once existed and lived as kings. It was there when we learned about the history of our race."

When Gregor didn't respond, Flavius grinned. "They didn't tell you about this, did they?" he questioned Gregor, "The Regalians never told you about Sandwich and the schemers, did they?"

Gregor shook his head honestly. He knew close to nothing about the foxes, which was why he was so curious about what motivated them.

Flavius shot him yet another evil smile before carrying on, "I guess they didn't after all. Sandwich tricked our forefathers into leaving for the Uncharted lands. Although how he did so was unclear, it is known that he somehow coerced them into heading for the Uncharted lands, while decimating thousands of us in the process. How he did so and why he did so still remains a mystery. All that matters now is that I have returned to the Underland to restore the balance. I am the king who will avenge years of hardship and suffering imposed on us by Sandwich. I will slaughter his descendants as he slaughtered my ancestors. You see, Warrior, our cause is not one driven by cruelty. It is driven by revenge."

Gregor had to admit that the foxes had a justifiable motivation for warring with the Regalians. He knew that the Underland itself was already difficult to live in, so living in the Uncharted lands must have been unbearable. In fact, the rats and humans had even fought a war to determine who left for the Uncharted lands. It was definitely not right for Sandwich to dupe the foxes into going there while simultaneously exterminating thousands of them. "There are other ways to solve your hatred and ensure retribution," Gregor argued, "It doesn't have to be through violence, Flavius."

Flavius burst into peals of laughter. "Do you know who you are talking to, Warrior?" he said through tears of laughter, "You want to tell me to choose peace? Who do you think I am, some weak-willed gnawer willing to listen to your rhetoric? No, Overlander, you don't seem to understand how things work here. Peace is a myth that some say can be achieved, but honestly it doesn't exist. Just ask the Gunner. I had many conversations with him about it, and he finally seems to get the idea that peace is really impossible down here."

Flavius' expression then turned serious. He said coldly to Gregor, "But that's not how I work anyway. I'm not just after revenge. Some of my generals like Brutus aren't looking for revenge either. They lust for power and glory. They wish to destroy Regalia so they may exert their authority over the Underland and feel power in their paws. But that's not how I work. You see, Warrior, over the years I have learned that the most unpredictable type of enemy is one that has no motivation to destroy. Motivation is a weakness. You become too reliant on it eventually. So in all honesty, I don't actually have a motivation to destroy Regalia. I just want to see it burn because it would make a pretty sight."

"You're pretty sick if that's the case," Gregor retorted.

"I am," Flavius concurred, "I choose to be. All I wish is to see Regalia in ashes. To hear the cries of its people as they are torn to shreds by the teeth of schemers or the tongues of flames. Call me twisted, Warrior, because that's what I am. I'm proud to be so. One could say I'm a simple schemer. All I aim for is to watch as Regalia burns."

Flavius was completely insane. Gregor knew it. It seemed almost impossible for someone to be as warped as him, but here he was, declaring it in front of everybody in the cave. And Gregor knew he was right. These kinds of enemies were the hardest to beat, because they couldn't be reasoned with, nor could they be truly beaten. They were completely unpredictable.

"You were the little fox, weren't you?" Gregor realised, "You saved your species. That is why a mad fox like you could become king."

Flavius nodded his head. "You're quite sharp, Overlander. Yes, I am the little schemer in the story. And I will continue to remain as the saviour and liberator of my fellow schemers."

"Are you really going to keep your deal with Conrad?" Gregor pressed him.

Flavius rolled his eyes. "Oh please," Flavius said while shaking his head, "That fool actually believes I'll keep my word. The first rule of dealing with a schemer is to never trust their word. I'm afraid Conrad has made the most basic yet catastrophic error in the history of negotiations."

Gregor stared at the overwhelming numbers that surrounded him. If he was fighting with Ripred, he might stand a chance of making it out alive. But alone and surrounded, against Flavius, his foxes and Conrad's royal guards… Gregor honestly didn't stand a chance in the world. But he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

If those bastards were going to kill him, he was going to try and bring down as many of them as he could along with him.

"You know," he said to Flavius, "I made a promise and an oath never to pick up this sword in my hands again. But for you bastards, I'll make an exception. I can't wait to see this blade stained with your blood."

Flavius just winked at Gregor with his solitary eye. "I expected nothing less, Warrior."

There was a brief moment of silence as Gregor sized up the human and foxes, slashing his blade in the air to practise his strokes. If any of his adversaries were fazed by his small show of strength, they showed no sign of it.

"Kill him," Flavius said nonchalantly.

Then they charged at Gregor.

That was fun! Hopefully it was fun for you too. We're finally halfway through my story! I've always wanted to establish an interesting relationship between Flavius and Gregor, where they have mutual respect for each other as fellow ragers despite the fact that they are polar opposites in terms of character. The next chapter will show the fight. :)

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