Mwahahahahaha! I give you another Gregor chapter. You have no idea how much I wanted to write an Ayla chapter :( Oh well, I can suck it up. Zeva was actually my pet rat before she died on the 3rd. Ahh, my little Shoulder Angel... Please enjoy the next chapter, because I know I wont. ;)

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Gregor frowned at the floor, another prophecy to ad to his list of prophecies he didn't believe. Sigh.

He read it over again.

The Moon shines down,

The Moon shines down,

Upon the two of Legend,

The Moon shines down,

The Moon shines down,

The Bones betray the Secret...

Three over, two under shall right the wrong,

The bodies will show, the trickster shall fall,

Let these long dark halls see the light...

Let these long silent halls roar,

These wings will fly, the fire will spread,

The Metal of Curve just may save us all,

It may be the key to stop the fall,

But beware, the Stone Castle grows large,

Go to the Queen, she will hold the Secret,

Hurry, the time is near,

Under the Moon,

When the light fades,

The blade falls,

Under the Moon...

"And were do I come into play?" he asked, his voice echo around the stone room.

"There, were it mentions Three over, you are one of the three," Vikus said, pointing to the phrase. Huh, that didn't sound familiar at all, "Ayla and Zeva, the other Overlanders are the other two,"

"I don't get this though," Gregor pointed to Upon the two of Legend

"That I'm unsure of, it might be you and Ayla. We have been searching the archives, and it seems that the rats held a legend about a curved blade, the one who held it was Champion, or Trickster," he relayed to Gregor.

"Okay, but my question is, how, and where did she get her, what did she call it?"

"A dirk,"

"Right, anyways, I'm wondering how, and where she got that thing, I mean, it's got to be rare if its held sacred to rats, right?"

"I am, unsure but-"

"You know, I don't like being talked about behind my back," Ayla interrupted as she strode into the room, Zeva in tow.

"I am sorry, Trickster, we were discussing the prophecy," Vikus apologized.

"I was wondering were you got your 'dirk' thing," Gregor finished.

"What, this piece of crap?" she asked, pulling her dirk from it's sheath, "I got it for five bucks at a yard sale in Idaho. It's worthless really, the handle's falling apart, the blade is sharp, but I don't know, not the best weapon ever, too heavy for my likes, huh, shoulda gone with the Calvary sword, a little acid woulda taken care of the rust..." she trailed off, "I'm sorry, I'm rambling," she said,sliding the dirk into its sheath.

"You got that, at a yard sale, for five dollars?" Gregor was surprised.

"Yep, the lady's husband collected swords and such, she showed me his private stash, ooh, it was glorious, pole axes, cleavers, claymores, sabers, daggers, shields, long bows, short bows, mmm, makes me drool a little..." she trailed off again, "Oops, sorry, rambling, again. Anywho, this thing was cheapest, and my grandma was hustling me, all I had was ten, so it was a good deal," she said.

"Interesting, very, intriguing. You see, your dirk is a priceless rat artifact, yes, the coincidence is they call whomever has it, Champion, or Trickster,"

The realization dawned on Ayla.

"And, lemme guess, I'm the Trickster, the Champion, Champions are warriors, am I correct? So me being Champion, I am also in a way Warrior," she stated, not really asking, she had a hunch she was right.

"Correct," Vikus nodded

"Hmm, I thought so. And we're going on a quest, when will we leave?" she asked, looking at the prophecy.

"Yes, you will leave in a couple of days, you may spend that time meeting others, and preparing yourselves,"

"Can I get a copy of the prophecy? I want to think it out with Zeva," Ayla asked, running her fingers through her rat's fur.

"Yes, yes, of course, I will have copies made for both of you," Vikus said, stroking his beard. Ayla smiled as he did so, it reminded her of her dad when he pet his beard, before it happened that is.

"Coolio. May we leave now?" Ayla said, Vikus raised an eyebrow, Overlanders said the oddest things.

"Yes, you may. I will send Mereth up later to gather you for weapons practice," he said.

Ayla bowed her head respectfully, and left, off to raid the kitchen pantry with Zeva and Ripred.

"Awesome! Weapons practice! I've always wanted to know how to use this pig sticker," she said to Zeva.

"Mmm, hmm,"

"Pft, you're such a wet blanket," Ayla rolled her eyes. Zeva looked at her and both cracked up laughing.

Gregor shook his head and smiled, girls were so weird.

He headed out to go find a library, he was in a reading mood, odd, but it could happen to him.

"Hey, Vikus? Is there a library within the palace?" he asked, really not wanting to be mobbed.

"Yes, come, I will show you the way," Vikus smiled. God that guy smiled a lot, it was almost contagious.

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"Thanks, Vikus!" Gregor said as the old man walked away to do whatever old people do.

The library was big. Very big. Many shelves lined the huge stone room, books stuffed into every shelf available.

Gregor walked to one shelf, and scanned for anything worth reading.

"Hmm, the great Flier War, nah, Near extinction of the Twisters... No, The Plague of the Warmbloods, lived that nightmare, boring, hmm, The History of Regalia, hmm, interesting, pft, why not?" he thought, pulling the book from it's shelf.

Soon he found a comfy little couch to read on. Gregor plopped himself down, and began flipping through the pages.

Some of the historical accounts were interesting, others boring. But, the Great Crawler Scourge caught him, he was sucked into the story.

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Luxa walked down the corridor, she had asked Vikus where Gregor was, and was surprised he was in the library.

She entered the big musty, dusty room.

Soon she found him sitting on a couch, reading some old book, he didn't look up when she walked over to him, so she sat down next to him. This time he looked up.

"Hey Luxa, when did you get here?" he asked.

"Only a moment ago, you were too, wrapped up in your book to notice me," she said.

Gregor smiled, "I don't know how I could not notice you, it's hard to ignore you, too," he smiled.

"So, what have you learned?" she asked, scooting closer to look at the book.

"I'm reading about the Great Crawler Scourge, it's actually interesting," he said.

"Could you read to me?" Luxa asked, nestling her head on his chest.

"Sure," he said, adopting a comical old man voice he read, "And so, after Iklafar and Gekmas the leaders of the crawlers, moved their colony away from the Land of Scourge, they found a cave, with very low ceilings, and colonized there. Some time later, the Stone Mason, Bartholomew of Sandwich, came with a tribe of natives and explored. The Crawlers honored him by preforming the Ring Dance, after the dance, the Crawlers soon began to..." Luxa laughed as he continued.

Soon he was done reading about the crawlers. Gregor closed the book, and looked over at Luxa.

She had curled herself up on the couch, her head resting on his chest.

"Is that all?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's all," Gregor answered.

"Thank you for reading to me," she said, pulling her head off his chest, she looked into his eyes.

Gregor grinned a little, and leaned closer to her, Luxa doing the same in turn. Finally, they met halfway, and kissed. They parted after a few moments.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," Gregor whispered back. Luxa rested her head on his chest again, listening to his heartbeat.

Gregor stroked her hair gently, letting it slide through his fingers like the finest silk. They stayed like that for a while, them he planted a kiss on the top of her head, and started to get up.

"Well, I guess we gotta go, we need to do weapons training down at the arena," he said, Luxa almost whimpered.

"Yes, I suppose I must go too," she said.

Gregor pushed himself off the couch, and offered his hand for Luxa. She excepted it, and pulled herself up, Gregor kept hold of her hand and spun her close, their bodies pressed together. He kissed her again.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" he asked.

"You'll have to remind me," she said, earning another kiss.

"How's that?" Gregor asked.

She sighed, "It will have to do," they laughed as Gregor released her.

"C'mon, we need to get to the arena,"

They both walked out of the library, leaving the book behind on the couch, it was going to be an interesting day.

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End chapter! Omph, it took me forever to write this! I had writers block first, though I tore that wall down, then every time I tried to type, something would come and interrupt me. I hope my romance scene was up to your expectations, it's my first one ever, so cut me some slack if it sucked.

Actually, I'm basing the dirk Ayla has off my own dirk, that's right, one fourteen year old with a weapon of mass destruction is loose upon the land! I did get it for 5$ at a yard sale, and it was the best deal I ever made! Aah, that thing and I have had grand adventures, being Redwall Warriors, Warrior of Prophecy in the Underland, and killing lots of Darkspawn. Mmm, good times. :)

I will update as soon as I can, but having a billion other fanfics to write at once kinda makes it hard to focus on one.

By the way, special thanks to Assassin Author, you made this chapter possible, thanks!

R&R!

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