Well hello my awesome readers! I'll make this short and sweet so you can read: Please review! Especially on the stuff at the very bottom.
The prophecy is finally here, but for those of you who have never had to write a prophecy, it was not easy and that's why it's taken me so long to update.
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Gregor's, Lizzie's, Ripred's, Vikus', and Mrs. Cormaci's heads were all cocked to the side, studying the prophecy that Bartholomew Sandwich had written in the corner of two walls sideways.
The beginning didn't need decoding like the others; Gregor knew most of the gory details from Hamnet.
Where the guide went crazy
Where the trust was destroyed
Where the time of peace ended
Where the Rats turned bitter and annoyed
See? That was super easy, elementary almost. It came out and just gave you the answer. Gregor was a little upset. He knew if this part was that easy, the second part was going to be much harder.
Lizzie agreed, but she thought it was going to be much easier with her here. It wasn't that she was so full of herself, but rather Bartholomew had hinted at it.
Boots wasn't with them; Dulce had her upstairs sleeping in the nursery with some mouse pups, children of the mouse pups that had never found homes after the Prophecy of Time. They had decided not to let her see this new prophecy because of her age.
Gregor remembered this and snorted. He didn't think it was funny, just ironic that they let her hear all this stuff as a three year old, but not as a seven year old, where it wouldn't have had as much of an effect on her mental state.
"I do not think this is humorous. Why are you laughing?" Gregor's heart swelled at the sound of that voice, but he also broke into cold sweat.
Gregor didn't if he should answer with a smile and a hug, sweep her off her feet and plant a kiss on her, or actually answer her question. He couldn't just ignore her, but he felt stupid and idiotic about hesitating so long before doing something.
"I just think it's ironic that they won't let Boots be in here." He spoke to the wall, afraid that his speeding heart would be evident on his face.
"Hmm," Luxa walked behind the group and tried to hide her excitement, her joy, at seeing Gregor again. Then she thought of what it would be like when she had to tell him the news she had just received, and no longer was she as excited.
Lizzie frowned, confused. Weren't they, I don't know, supposed to kiss or something? They haven't seen each other since they were completely gooey eyed at one another four years ago, when they were tweleve. Now they had a new prophecy and they are supposed to do it together, from what I decipher. Her thoughts mildly shocked her; she wasn't really the romantic type.
"So, have you deciphered it yet? Or are there parts missing?" Luxa tried to keep all of her emotion out of her voice and was waiting for Gregor to turn around and hug her or something.
Gregor muttered the second half of the prophecy under his breath, his brow furrowing with concentration.
To fix what was broken
By the grandmother of the Queen
You must first find a survivor
And the helper who is green
Bring the Warrior back to life
He'll be wielding my old Knife
Strive to find the wife
Of the man who caused the strife
Once the water's gone
The sun may shine again
Under the Underland's Queen
Peace will never end
Bring the princesses along
You may need help along on the way
You can't do this on your own
You could go lost or cast astray
Beware the cutters
Beware the moles
Beware the Rats
Beware the holes
"That seems pretty easy to figure out." A small voice said, causing all six heads to whip around toward the sound.
Luxa felt a pang of jealousy that Gregor turned to look at Hazard, an insignificant twelve year old boy, but not at her, a pretty sixteen year old girl. Then she felt really guilty and almost rushed to Hazard to apologize, but she realized she didn't have anything to apologize for.
Lizzie's cheeks flushed involuntarily and she put down her head causing her long brown hair to fall into her eyes. Whoa, she thought.
Hazard had grown tall and muscles rippled beneath his shirt from training sessions. His tanned skin made the black hair falling on his forehead stand out beautifully. The halflander's face was now tough in a show-no-mercy, dangerous kind of way.
"So, who are the survivor and the green helper, and where are we supposed to find the wife of the man who caused the strife, and how are supposed to rid the Garden of Hesperides of water? Isn't it completely flooded?"Gregor said angrily. Who was this twelve year old kid to tell him that this old prophecy was easy when they always got more complicated? Think about it, in the last one he was supposed to die and take the Bane with him, but instead his flyer, Ares, died and Gregor's "death" was him breaking Sandwich's sword over his knee.
"Gregor, he's twelve and hasn't done a prophecy before, chill." Ripred almost snarled at Gregor. "Besides, we already know who the survivor is."
Gregor, Luxa, and Hazard all asked who at the same time.
"Ripred…" Lizzie said, and then fidgeted in the awkward silence.
Gregor thought back to the last time they were here and remembered him telling her all about his mouse pups and wife drowning in the flooded garden of golden apples.
"Oh…"Gregor said quietly, feeling oddly sympathetic towards the giant rat.
Mrs. Cormaci cleared her throat, saying the first thing she had said in ages. At least it was something good that came from her mouth.
"Well then, why don't we take a break? I know I'm a little tired and hungry from today's excitement. It might be my old age, but I suspect you three feel that way too. Am I right?" Lizzie, Gregor, Luxa, and Vikus all nodded their heads. "Alrighty then, let's get out of here." Mrs. Cormaci smiled warmly, motherly almost, and led the line of people exiting the prophecy room.
Lizzie turned and went straight to her room, still slightly embarrassed about her reaction to seeing Hazard. Plus she was exhausted from her panic attacks and tears and just wanted some rest. She couldn't believe that just that morning she had been making pancakes for Boots, Gregor, and herself. That felt like it was a million miles away.
Gregor watched the others split off into their separate directions: Lizzie to her room, Hazard to the nursery, Ripred to the kitchens with Mrs. Cormaci trailing behind, and Vikus to the conference room to argue with someone about something.
Luxa was walking very slowly, even hesitantly away from Gregor. He thought about, made a split second, perhaps bad, decision, and ran after her.
"Hey," He said casually, though it sounded weird and was quite hard to pull off as the four years of building emotion almost cracked.
"Hello," She said shyly. She saw his face grow a shocked impression then go back to normal. He had never known her to be shy, strong, controlling, annoying, yes, but never shy.
Without really thinking it through he grabbed her hand. She almost yanked out of his grip. How dare he touch a queen like this? But, she let her teenager emotions wash over her and didn't think, but rather went with the flow. Not wanting it to be weird, she pulled him along to her room, a place that reflected every other room, except there was just an air about it that said it was a Royals courters. They didn't go into her room-room, just the chamber in front of it; a sitting room sort of place.
Gregor turned off all the warning signs in his head and leaned down to kiss her when she was indicating to him which couch he should sit on. She went paralyzed, totally freaked at what he was doing. Wasn't I complaining about him not doing this though? She leaned away from the kiss, which had still been okay, and led him to a couch where they sat down and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Gregor…" She said slowly. His heart stopped. Oh no, he had been right, she had found someone else and he had just kissed her! He was mentally kicking himself when she said it.
"I have to get engaged in the next ten days or I'll have to have an arranged marriage. The law states that my coronation day should also be my wedding day and if not then my eldest cousin will be Queen."
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