*SPOILER ALERT!* If you havn't finished the series, there is a spoiler!
Elo, here to brainwash everyone! Thanks to all who reviewed, I enjoy those very much! This is going to be a Gregor chapter. Please note that I changed the genre to Supernatural/Adventure, but don't worry, I'll make sure to get some romance in there. Also, I have not read the books in forever, so please forgive me if I bring someone who is dead into this story, plus, you never know if this is an alternate universe, I don't even know if it is!
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Shoutouts: Assassin Author( Thanks so much for your kind reviews!)
Step, step, step. Mud puddle. Step, step, step, trip, mud puddle. Step, step, step, stagger, really big rock.
The bat Shrilf flew ahead. They were in a tunnel, it was a gateway of sorts. Shrilf stopped and landed on Gregor's shoulder.
"We are almost... there Warrior... I must go back up soon..." he panted, sticking his little tongue out.
"How far until we reach the pickup point?" Gregor asked, steering Boots away from another puddle in the dark.
"Perhaps another... hour, give or take... a few minutes. But I need to...rest, and hunt..." Shrilf said, winging off into the darkness before Gregor could say more.
"Gregor! Look at the puddle! It has bone in it!" Boots said cheerfully. Gregor flashed his light over to the general direction of Boots. She crouched at the edge of a puddle, the skull of what looked like a dog, maybe a coyote, sat in the shallow water. Boots was busying herself prying a tooth from the mouth.
Gregor watched for a moment, until Boots got the tooth out.
"Alright, leave the dead coyote alone," he said.
"But, I want another tooth!" Boots scowled.
"Yes, but it's not nice to pull out the teeth of dead things,"
"Oh. Sorry doggy skull. Can I keep this tooth?"
"Sure, I'll make a necklace out of it," he said, rolling his eyes. Boots smiled, she had won "Now, can you please try to sleep? It's late, and Shrilf will be back in a little while," he asked.
Boots frowned, and curled up on Gregor's backpack. Her slow relaxed breathing told him she was sleeping.
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Within thirty minutes, Shrilf was back. Gregor picked Boots up, allowing her to keep sleeping.
Step, step, step, puddle, curse under breath. Step, step, step, trip, don't drop Boots. Step, step, big up to ankle mud puddle. Scowl.
Gregor kept going until the bat landed on his shoulder again.
"Gregor... we are here... your escort as well... fare thee well... thank you..." he said, Gregor started to reply, but Shrilf disappeared like smoke.
He continued walking, until he came out of the tunnel, and onto a suspended rock platform. On the far edge sat a bat, the Underland kind, it was a golden bat, an Underlander sat near it, leaning against a wing. Gregor didn't need to see who it was he knew.
Carefully, he set his backpack down, then lowered Boots onto it. She continued to sleep. Gregor approached making sure his feet scuffed, warning the bat. The flier looked up, and twittered, the Underlander looked, and sprung up.
Gregor found himself nearly knocked to the ground as Luxa hugged him. She looked up, and brushed her lips against his lightly. They hugged a few moments more, then Luxa pulled out of the embrace, and walked over to Aurora.
"How have you been, Gregor?" she asked, grabbing his hand when he came to stand next to her.
"I've been... less than good, we moved, it's boring where we live," he said flatly.
"I am sorry. I would have visited, but Vikus kept me on a leash, as you say, after the gateway was found," she said. Gregor gave her hand a squeeze.
"It's okay, yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift, that's why it is called the present," he smiled. A yawn interrupted further chat. Boots was awake.
She smiled at Luxa and Aurora.
"Hi bat! Hi Luxa!" she said, pushing herself up to wander over to say hi. Boots walked up to Luxa, the Underlander knelt down, like the day she had met Boots. The little girl smiled and pointed at Luxa's eyes.
"Purple," she said in a matter of fact.
Luxa smiled, and patted Boots' head.
"I would love to stick around and chit chat, but we need to get going back to Regalia," Aurora purred.
"Fine, your so very impatient. Come, let us go," Luxa mounted her bat. Gregor followed, pulling Boots up with him.
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When they arrived at Regalia, it was late, at least Gregor thought so. Boots had nodded off again. Aurora touched down on the palace balcony, jolting Boots awake.
"We there?" she mumbled, stretching the sleep from herself.
"Yeah, baby girl, we're there," Gregor replied
Luxa helped Boots down, then waited for Gregor to slide off. Vikus arrived, a smile plastered over half of his face, the other side a bit limp, paralyzed from the heart attack he had had.
"Greetings War- Overlander, I forget I can not call you Warrior anymore," he sighed, a merry twinkle showing in his eyes, "You must be tired. You may bathe, then sleep. We will discuss when you wake," he said.
"Thanks, Vikus. C'mon Boots, want to take a bath?" he asked.
"Bath! Bath!" Boots answered excitedly.
"Good. I still remember the way, I think," Gregor said, walking down the hall.
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After bathing, Boots and Gregor went strait to bed. For Boots, it wasn't an option, she was dead on her feet with exhaustion. Vikus said they were going to discuss in the morning, Gregor had a bad feeling about this 'Prophecy of Moon' or whatever it was.
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When Gregor woke, Boots was, miraculously, not curled up in his bed, instead, she was still in her own.
He tried to get up without waking Boots, but the moment his feet touched the floor her eyes flew open.
"Morning, Gregor," she yawned, in turn making Gregor yawn, this made Boots yawn again, causing Gregor to yawn as well, Boots did it again, though this time Gregor faked it.
"You sleepy!" she said. Gregor walked over to her bed and helped her out of it, for it was a bit too tall for her to jump.
"Come on. We need to take baths again," Boots stuck her lower lip out.
"But I don't wanna take anover bath," she pouted. Gregor could sense the temper tantrum coming.
"Why? After that you get breakfast, you like breakfast," he said, he could keep the fit at bay for a while, but she hadn't broken down in a long time, it was high time she did.
"Brekkist?" she asked hopefully.
"Yeah, breakfast. But you need to bath before you eat," Gregor said, hoping it would work.
"Okay," he inwardly sighed in relief.
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Gregor walked into the dining room they had eaten many times before. He was greeted by a curious sight.
A girl about his age sat at the table, glaring at the Gregor's favorite rat. A bowl of Shrimp in Cream sauce sat between them. Ripred moved his paw close, the girl's hand closer. Slowly they inched. Ripred smiled, and with the quickness of greased lightning, slid the bowl to himself with his tail.
"Hey! You cheated! Zeva, he cheated, you saw!" the girl complained, looking over to a black and white rat.
"I'm not getting into this!" the rat said, minding to her own food.
Ripred looked up and grinned.
"Ah, isn't it our favorite Overlander. I heard you were dead," Ripred said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh? Then I must be the healthiest ghost around!" Gregor chuckled.
The girl whirled around, and looked at him, a thoughtfull look upon her face. "Holy mother of pearl! She has pink eyes!" he thought.
She was dressed in Underland garb, a swordlike weapon hung at her side, a dagger accompanied it. A a blue and yellow baseball cap sporting the logo Napa, (Gregor assumed it was auto parts) sat perched on her head,covering most of her curly hair, which was pulled through the strap at the back.
"I'm Gregor," he said, stretching his hand out to shake.
She regarded him for a moment, chewing her cheek, unsure. Then heartily shook his hand.
"Ayla, though I'm not too sure if it's a pleasure. That's Zeva," she pointed to the rat, whom nodded and went back to her food.
"Gregor! What about me?" Boots squeaked.
"Oh, uh, this is Boots, my sister," Gregor said.
Ayla knelt down to eye level.
"Hi! I'm Boots!" Boots said. Ayla melted.
"Hi, I'm Ayla. How old are you Boots?" asked. Gregor was impressed, she knew the first question to give to little kids.
"I'm five!" she exclaimed, holding up six fingers, she looked at her hands and relised her mistake, and put down the extra. "How many are you?" she asked.
"Oh, me? I'm fourteen," Boots was impressed. She didn't even have enough fingers for that number.
"Wow, you big girl," she said. Ayla smiled, and stood.
"So, did Vikus show you the prophecy of Gloom and Doom?" she asked, flerishing her hands.
"Nah, not yet. After we eat,"
"Good, because he says we leave in a couple of days," Great, gallivanting off in two days. This was going to be fun. Not.
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Done. Yay, two chapters in a day! If this seems a bit confused and messy, my bad. I had to juggle writing, baking bread, making pot pie, and catching my cockatoo Storm, who thought it would be funny to fly out the door when I went out. Adding insult to injury, she laughed at me. Curse the day I taught her to talk.
But the bread and pot pie turned out good, and I did catch Storm, plus finished the chapter, so it turned out all right.
Can I get a 'Whoop, whoop!' for my longest chapter yet?
Haha, R&R!
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