Damn, you S.O.B.s work fast. I wrote the third chapter on my way home, and I probably have some mistakes in there because my laptop brightness was annoying the complete hell out of me. I'm starting to pace myself a bit, switching between my own plot, and this one. Thank you so much for the reviews, I didn't see them until after I finished the third. I'm going to try and make the chapters longer from now on, I looked at the word count from an actual chapter and the book, and it was over 4000 words. Oh, one more thing, I'm lacking on some names. As the obvious, most fliers have Greek Mythology names, and the people of the Underland have names from works of Shakespeare. I was wondering about anybody's opinion on whether or not to have a 'Romeo' and if I should pair him up with Lizzie? For a moment I thought about a bit of Hazard x Lizzie, but scratched it because Hazard can't separate himself from Boots. No, I won't do anything between the two because that's utterly disgusting since she's only around eight. Anyways, here we go.

Gregor almost attacked whatever latched onto his back, but soon saw a head of jet-black hair, and cracked a small smile. The little boy he met in the woods years ago was now nearly as tall as his chin. And at only twelve, Gregor thought with a hint of jealousy.

"Hello, Hazard." He greeted, leaning down to give him a hug as well. They boy's bright green eyes stared up at him.

"Gregor, I can't believe you're here in Regalia! Just wait until Luxa finds out she'll—" Gregor grabbed his arm before Hazard could run off back into the shadows.

"You can't tell anybody. How did you find me anyways?" He released him, and led Hazard into the room they were all temporarily staying in.

"Purvox told me he felt somebody. Well three somebodies. One of them really loud." Hazard let out a giggle, and Gregor realized he probably meant Boots.

Gregor led him in so he could greet the others. Hazard ran past Gregor and sat by Boots. Without missing a beat he started a conversation in the tongue of the crawlers she was with. Lizzie just sat awkwardly on a pile of blankets she had picked out to make a pallet on the floor. She looked between Gregor and the clicking group a few times before sitting up and walking over to him.

"Guess we'll be making another pallet since Hazard is under this quarantine now as well?" She leaned up against the opposite doorframe from him.

Gregor made a sound that sounded like an amused 'Hmph' and nodded his head once.

"Guess so."

Lizzie and Gregor set up different sleeping areas for each of them. Crawlers would sleep in one area not far from Boots or Hazard. Who of which were only a few feet away. Against Lizzie's insisting, Gregor allowed her to sleep in the bed, knowing that sleeping on the same level of oversized cockroaches probably freaked her out.

Gregor found a stack of cards in the nightstand next to the bed, and pulled them out. He was going to play a game with all of them, but the pictures on the cards were different. Looking through them, he realized there were at least three of each picture. Looking through them again, the picture appeared to be animals. Except for one trio of cards, which appeared to depict a half naked woman. Gregor pulled those cards out, and put them back in the drawer.

Soon the gang was playing a game of Go Fish with the Underland cards. The crawlers had a hard time holding the cards, and remembering to say 'Go Fish' so they left the game and simply watched Boots play. They would nod their heads or shuffle their wings in amazement whenever she would say 'Go Fish' to another player.

Hazard would slip in and out of various languages, and would say everybody's name in the different tongue; clearly enjoying the opportunity to show off.

Just when the game had ended, and Lizzie matched three nibblers to win, there was a knock at the entrance. Gregor turned around; he was facing the wall for the game, and smiled when he saw the familiar face.

"Vikus." He said in greeting as he rose and walked towards the man he used to see as a fatherly figure.

Instead of greeting, the old man raised his arm and motioned for Gregor to follow him. Then, without a word, Vikus walked out of the frame. His lightly colored shirt billowed after him, and his footsteps made no sound as he made his exit.

Gregor looked over his shoulder at the group to shoot them a quick look of confusion. He shrugged, assuming it was just Vikus' formality, or that he didn't want to express himself much in front of the others. Once out of the crowded room, Gregor opened his mouth to speak, but what cut off by Vikus' flick of the wrist.

"Why be you here, Overlander?" He said in a flat, yet clipped, tone. The man still had not turned around.

"There was a… a scroll. Should… Should I leave?" Gregor stammered out in confusion. His brow lowered slightly, and his jaw clenched.

Vikus lifted a hand, Gregor assumed, to rub his temples, and then he let out a sigh.

"Do not fret, Gregor, I am glad about your arrival," Vikus looked over his shoulder, but not directly at Gregor yet. "Your being here will… Cause much," He paused for the right word, "turbulence."

"But… But there was a scroll. I thought something was wrong… Thought something was urgent…" Gregor's brow lowered further in his completely confused state. Sure, Gregor would get confused in class if the teacher called on him while he was daydreaming, but no, this was a different confusion. In school it seemed only his mind was confused, but now his emotions seemed to be disoriented as well.

Vikus turned to face him.

"It was not anybody from Regalia." Vikus flatly explained. Gregor would have been crushed if Vikus had not added on to the statement.

"Though it was an Underlander that sent for you, Gregor." Vikus gave him a concerned look, light purple eyes only slightly narrowing. Gregor's legs' wobbliness faded after that, and the Overlander let out a much-needed sigh of relief.

"Who sent it then? The scroll, that is." Gregor looked Vikus in the eye; silently begging for the elder to look at him back. He did. The old man turned around, and took a step forward to answer.

"Ripred."

Maybe I lied about longer chapters… Sorry, guys, but I really wanted to finish this tonight. v.v I've been sick for the past week, and my meds are finally kicking in. I don't want my drowsiness to affect this too much, but I'm afraid I'll loose the feel of the chapter if I continue. So I took a break to watch Vines in the middle of this and had this major 'Oh shit' moment. I hope you don't mind, but I messed up on the time in the story, so just go with it, okay? I realized that technically Luxa and Gregor were 12 at the end of the series, and 12+5=17. So lets just pretend that Luxa was a late 11 at the end of the fifth book, alright? Cool. Just a warning that I noticed was that my Word isn't that great with grammar. Literally if you type in "I like their blue baskets" it wants to change 'their' to 'they're' for some reason. I found it mixing up 'your' and 'you're' a lot as well. Well, goodnight then, everybody!