Sorry that I haven't updated, I've been busy with school and stuff…. I'm gonna mesh together this chapter and the next to make up for it XD I've been thinking that maybe I should add a *cough-prophecy-cough* but I'm not sure. Ripred will be in soon for sure!
Gregor woke about the time that he thought was early morning. He pulled himself regretfully out of the bed, and tripped over the form sleeping on the ground. He yelped and caught himself with his hands before his face hit the ground. The hard surface that had tripped him made him wonder how long he had been there.
"Temp?!" Gregor exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Resting Overlander, Temp is, Resting Overlander," He replied groggily. Temp had barely shifted from his sleeping position, but now he settled back down and within minutes the room was filled with little cockroach snores.
Gregor pulled himself to his feet, and stepped over Temp, and then headed to the first place that he could think of to get any comfort – even if it was a sick kind of comfort.
The hallways of the palace weaved around and around, and would have had anybody lost, but Gregor knew his way around the palace by now. And as he stopped in front of the large wooden door, his heart pounded with dread and excitement. He absolutely hated the feeling.
When he had successfully opened the door and stepped in, he noticed that one place by the corner of the wall was lit with a candle. He walked over to it, and looked at the section of the wall that was illuminated. It was a short poem and Gregor recognized it. It was that children's song about the nibblers at the tea party. Only Gregor had discovered the true meaning of the poem.
He looked around a bit more, and then decided to move the candle a few feet away from the wall, to a place that he knew was one of the prophecies about him. But this time, he wasn't interested in the prophecy. He wanted to see what was written around it. Maybe he would be able to shed some light on everything that had happened. It was kind of mean, but he wanted to see what others had to go through, or would have to go through.
Just then the door to the room opened a little wider and an out of breath Mareth hobbled in. he wasn't wearing his prosthetic leg, so obviously he had either neglected to put it on, or he had given up all together on trying to use it.
"Overlander?" Mareth came over to where Gregor was crouched on the floor. Gregor looked up at him and smiled. But then, feeling awkward about being the only one sitting, he stood up with Mareth.
"How's it going?" Gregor asked kindly, though he already knew about Mareth's attempt to regrow his missing leg that he had lost on the quest to look for the Bane.
"It goes well, Gregor. Though, it is rather difficult to regrow limbs." Mareth said, but then laughed. Gregor laughed to. And then, because he couldn't hold himself back any longer, Gregor tackled Mareth into a hug. He didn't hold back the tears either.
"Oh, Mareth!" he sobbed, "I've missed all of you so much! And I'm sorry for looking weak right now, but It's just been so tough to be strong right now!"
Mareth petted Gregor's head soothingly, and then held him at arms-length, well, not exactly arms-length, because he had to hold up his crutch. But Gregor knew what he was trying to do. "Gregor," Mareth smiled sadly, "do not cry, for we have missed you too." Then he added on a more cheery note; "Mind if I join you?"
"Not, at all," Gregor said, wiping away his tears. Mareth hobbled to the wall, and then slid down it into a sitting position. Gregor joined him.
"Were you trying to review the Prophecy of Time?" Mareth asked. Gregor nodded, but it was mostly a lie. "Overlander? I'm sorry about Ares. And, I hope you know that no one blames you for his death."
Gregor nodded sadly, the hole in his heart was just punched anew. "I know," was all that he could say.
He turned to the prophecy and looked sadly at the one line that had changed everything
When the warrior has been killed.
Gregor sighed, and Mareth moved the candle closer to him. "You might find this one a little easier to reflect upon." He said. Gregor scooted over to the prophecy the was now lit and he scanned his eyes over it.
When the Bane no longer spins and gnashes. And the Peacekeeper rise from the ashes –
The next few lines faded out because they were of no real importance. But then the next stanza made Gregor just about faint.
When the Warrior has returned, And the Underland no longer burns –
"Oh geez!" Gregor exclaimed. "Oh geez, oh geez, oh geez!" he looked at Mareth who had an almost smug expression on his face. "Mareth!"
Mareth tilted his head to the side, and said innocently "What? Vikus did not tell you?" Gregor's jaw dropped.
"Mareth!" he said again.
Mareth struggled to his feet, and then headed to the door. "You didn't hear anything from me," and then he left.
Gregor felt compelled to chase after him, but he just stayed right where he was. A smile crept its way onto his face. "so," he thought to himself, "the Prophecy of Time wasn't the end,"
With that he stood up and headed back to his room, he knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, but he tried anyway. This time, he didn't trip over Temp.
Ok! So like, I'm sorry that I haven't updated, again, I'm saying that:3 ummmm…. I don't really know what else to say, but umm… If you want the full copy of the prophecy, just let me know, and I'll try to email it to you…. But, if not – the prophecy will be revealed a little at a time. You know me by now. I love my cliff hangers. Bye Bye!
Temp: *nudge nudge* wants to say goodbye, Temp, wants to say goodbye.
MutantLeopard: Ok Temp, say goodbye!
Temp: Goodbye, everybody, goodbye