I am so sorry for leaving this for a week but I've been having some trouble coming up with ideas and whenever I do it stops after a few sentences. I'm sorry if this chapter is sucky but I have had a lot of trouble actually getting anywhere.

I also want to thank MovingBush and Frostking104 for the reviews, they really helped me develop this story.

I'll try to upload once a week but that might not last for long.

Now on with the chapter

Chapter 2- The surprise visit

Gregor's head was hurting after lying in the cold hard metal for what he could only assume had been over an hour. The sun was above him and was blazing down into his skin, hopeful that he had some sunglasses in his bedroom he climbed off the roof and back through the window. "How hard is it to find sunglasses?" He thought "It's not like I don't own any."

Gregor's thoughts were interrupted by an eight nearly nine-year-old girl.

"Gregor," said Margaret "Do you have any colouring pencils I an use?"

"No, sorry" Again trying to say as little as possible, but seeing the disappointment in her eyes he added, "try checking with Lizzie, she usually has them." As his sister jogged down the stairs he reached for his sneakers, sat on his bed and put them on.

Gregor left the house and started walking to his favourite route, then after leaving the perimeters of the farm, he took off at a speed that most people his age would struggle to sustain. He did a lot of physical exercises to keep up his shape that he had earned after fighting battles and doing endless training in the year he had spent in the Underland.

He stopped by the side of the road and crawled down a narrow gap between two hills and into a small tunnel. Gregor followed the tunnel until he reached the spot he had been looking for, a large, empty cave. In the corner, he could 'see' a wooden stake that had been shaved down to a sharp point. He picked it up and gently pushed his finger against the point of it until it drew blood, it was his make-shift sword because he couldn't let his skills that he learnt to go to waste.

Gregor got a few good swings before his echolocation picked up someone moving down the tunnel and into the cave. Towards him.

He quickly stood in an attacking position near the mouth of the tunnel and stood, waiting.

"Why hello, old friend" An all too familiar voice spoke out "you can put your 'sword' away, I'm not going to attack you"

"R-Ripred?" Gregor's voice was shaking with excitement and curiosity "why is he here, in the overland?" He thought.

"If you're wondering why I'm here then maybe you should instead ask yourself, what happened that forced me to be here," Ripred said in his husky growl-like voice.

"What happened?!" Gregor said with alarm, images were flying through his head of the past dangers he had encountered. Rats, ants, mites, plants that could kill, and then traitors, like Henry.

"Your girlie friend is having some trouble. Living." He barely got out those words before Gregor started

"WHAT! WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME!" He screamed, his mind was on fire and he couldn't focus on any specific thought. Luxa was dying?! How could nobody even attempt to make contact with him?! He started pacing up and down the cave trying to slow down his thoughts. When did it start? How did it happen? Who caused it? Why is it happening to her? What can I do to help her?

"Calm down, warrior" Ripred stood in his way and made Gregor stop pacing to make him focus. "She still has light and will continue to prevail for a while, but she is slowly getting worse. And she requires your help."

After Ripred had explained as much as he could, Gregor had started to calm down but he knew he would have to return to the Underland soon, which brought up more worries that could be counted on an abacus. He stuck his head out the end of the tunnel to check that no one was nearby and let the giant rat out. Gregor started running back home as fast as he could because the sun was starting to set and he knew he would have a lot of explaining to do, if possible he would try to avoid talk of the real reason he was late.

Gregor's dad POV (Third person)

"I'm sure he's only a few minutes away" Gregor's dad reassured his wife. The sun was starting to set and their son had been gone for over three hours apparently on a run but his dad thought something else had happened that caused some delay.

"It's just not like him to be gone for so long and not leave any information as to why" Grace's voice was so full of worry it had started to break. "I just hope he has a bloody good explanation when he gets home."

They heard a knock on the door and Grace ran to answer it, hoping that it was her son. Gregor's dad couldn't see what was happening as his wife walked outside and shut the door behind him, he got up to open the door and find out what exactly had happened when he heard a scream and fast-paced footsteps that got quieter as seconds went by. He rushed to the door and froze when he saw that his wife was lying on the ground with a three giant slashes on her chest.

What a cliffhanger! I had to leave it here because I had a lot to write but I wouldn't have anywhere to stop, so I stopped here. I hope this chapter wasn't too short because I really did try to finish this chapter before Monday and it's 10:00 pm on a Sunday, so yeah.

Thank you for all the reviews and recommendations on my first chapter! I really appreciate it, and also the people who have started following this story have really inspired me. I would appreciate it if you took the time to tell me what you like, what I did wrong and what I can improve on, please try and keep it positive. Constructive criticism is welcome but if you really don't like it, don't down-right insult me.

That's it for now!

C'ya later

-El Cerdo Solitario