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Chapter 1: Lonely Boy, Six Years Ago, Overland

"Lonely boy, your shadow is the so sad…" –Nirvana (U.K.) "Lonely Boy"

Gregor sat at his window watching the rain drip past his window. Outside he saw a little boy playing in the mud while his mom shook her head disapprovingly. The young boy reminded him of himself when he was little. He remembered how happy he was, carefree almost, then his father disappeared. Forever, some thought.

But Gregor did not give up. Then one fateful day he and his little sister were sucked into the vast underground expanses of the underland. It was there he led a quest to save his father. Much latter he was yet again whisked away to the underland, where yet again he went on a perilous journey to kill a giant rat. But he found a young baby rat and he could not bring himself to commit such an unspeakable crime.

Gregor was later taken into the underland to find a cure for the curse of the warmbloods. When he got to the "cure" he found Luxa, who had been lost in his last quest, hiding with some mice. Disater struck when the cutters destroyed the "cure". He latter found out that this disease was really a bio-agent created in the underland by Luxa's own grandmother. Gregor and his family returned to the overland only to once again find themselves on the most dangerous quest ever, to find out what was killing the mice. Gregor found out that Bane, who was being raised the clever Ripred, went on a rampage trying to take over the underland. He later knew he must embark on a suicide mission if Bane were ever to be stopped. He emerged victorious, but he lost his friend and flier, Ares, in the struggle. The war ended but his troubles had not ended there, even after he "killed the warrior" his life was miserable.

It had been two years and his father was finally recovering. He had moved into the small town of Turk, New York. He did all he could to keep his family in the state of New York, but he could not keep them in the city.

They lived in a small house, but a nice one. His mom got a job as a doctors' assistant and latter went to collage and finished her degree in nursing. But you see all isn't how it seems, you see here Gregor was an outcast, a city boy in a community of farmers, and was considered weak and stupid. This however was not the case. Because he was always getting picked on his rager sense took over some times and even though he tried to hide it, he was stronger than all of them combined. It scared them.

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Gregor heard something from the master bedroom, a yelp of extreme pain. He quickly ran to see what happened. There he saw his father on the floor, blood covered his face and chest. His eyes were wide in pain and his mouth was contorted in a horrible way.

"Lizzie, call the hospital! Dad is coughing up blood!" Yelled Gregor. "Damn't, don't die dad I can't go through this again."

Lizzie entered the room talking on the phone.

"Gregor they want to know what's wrong with him!" She exclaimed.

"I don't know, he's coughing up blood, isn't that enough!" Gregor angrily replied.

Lizzie told the hospital that.

"Gregor is he breathing?"

"Barely!"

"How is his heart beat?!"

"How should I know!"

"Is it steady?!"

"Yes, it is!"

"The ambulance is on the way right now!"

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Gregor waited in the lobby with his mother and sisters. His mom was trying to remain calm, but he knew it was all an act to reassure Boots and Lizzie that everything was O.K.. But it wasn't. He knew that his father was on the operation table and that a doctor would tell them the diagnoses after the operation… even if it was a failure. He didn't like that thought.

Then a doctor approached his mom. He was tall and had deep smile lines even though he was only in his late twenties. But right now he looked gaunt, sad, or maybe scared. Gregor knew that face it was the face of one who had seen horrible things recently.

"I have good news and bad news," He said softly."The good news is your father survived the operation, but the bad news is he had a poison in his lungs. He was living with it for years now for it to be this bad. We were able to successfully remove it, but um his lungs are considerably weakened."

Gregor was struck. He knew why his father's lungs were in such bad shape, but why hadn't he noticed. Why now? He thought. Why me, why does any of this happen? It took his father getting so sick that he almost died for him to realize that he wasn't happy just sitting there while his family was hurting. He needed to do something, anything, but first he needed to see his father.

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His father came out in a wheelchair. He was hooked up to some form of tank that Gregor assumed was oxygen. His face was gaunt and pale as the snow on a crisp winter evening. He had two heart monitors hooked up to him.

"Hi family," he rasped."How are you?"

"I'm so sorry," cried Gregor.

"About what son?" his father croaked.

"Its all my fault, if had been worrying more about my family than the underland you would have never gotten sick."

"Nonsense, if you hadn't you would have never found me if that were the case."

"But…"

"No buts Gregor, I'm alive and here and it's all thanks to you. You were the one who rescued me when I was imprisoned, you were the one who followed your sister down, you were the one who found me when I was hurt, and you were the one keeping the family together on so many other occasions," His father finished.

He doesn't understand, thought Gregor. He thinks that he is the cause for all the family's misfortune, but in reality I am. Gregor knew in his heart that he needed to help his family more he just didn't know how yet. He was a helpless lonely boy in a big world of misfortune and strife.

Author's note: Thanks for waiting I couldn't write for a long time and I rushed through this time sorry. Oh and please review, it makes things so much better. =-)