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The next thing he knew, he was being carried over the shoulder of a large and furry creature. His nose was buried in its thick gray fur, it smelt of the forest and dust. They had bound his hands and shoved a fruit in his mouth to keep him quiet. He still had not seen the creature, he hadn't a clue of what it could be. Gregor tried to kick his feet and pound on the back of the creature with his bound hands, yet none of this seemed to work. He looked up at the creature that was walking behind the one he rode on. It was tall, taller and bulkier than Ripred. It had grayish brown fur with fluffy ringed tail. Gregor knew instantly what it was. The mask and ring tail, it was a raccoon. A giant raccoon who could stand upright.

Gregor kicked his feet some more, which made the raccoon angry and it tossed him on the ground and he landed on his back. He moaned, the blow had knocked the wind behind him and he could not have saved himself for his hands were still bound. The raccoon cut Gregor's bindings then lowered him into a large pit that had been dug into the ground. The pit was at least ten feet tall and four feet wide, too tall for Gregor to climb, and the walls were too slick.

A few moments later a large basket was being lowered down from a rope. It gently landed before Gregor and he untied it. The rope slipped back up the wall, oh how Gregor wished he could climb that easily up the walls. The basket contained a few plums, what looked like dried vines, a homemade bowl of water, and blankets made from heavy leaves. Gregor grabbed the bowl of water and pressed it to his lips. The cool water quenched everything in his body, he hadn't drank since the night before. When he chugged down half of the bowl he moved onto the plums. He bit into one and it washed over his tongue. It was bitter sweet and fizzed like soda. Gregor threw the pit from his mouth after he had chewed all of the meat from it.

When the plums vanished he warily stripped a thin piece off of the dried vine. It had a smokey flavor and was salty, it was like eating barbecued sea weed, he liked it though. Sea weed was even said to be a delicacy in some places, but he couldn't think of being in some royal hotel and eating sea weed at the moment. He didn't think hotel people threw you in a pit. When Gregor finished the vine he was quite satisfied, well maybe his stomach, but not his mind. He looked up, no way he could scale the walls, even if he could, he did not know where to go, nor did he have any weapons on him. He decided to get some shut eye, the group would be up soon and hopefully looking for him.

He wrapped the blanket around him and curled into a tight ball to keep warm. The pit actually seemed to be warmer than up on ground, but it was still cold and Gregor's teeth chattered. He finally nodded off into a cold, deep sleep. The raccoon's checked on him every once in a while, making sure he was still their prisoner. Some chattered among themselves when they watched him, like saying "What is this strange creature among us?"

When he awoke, a large fresh basket awaited him. It held two peaches, another bowl of water, and a large deep bowl. What was the second bowl for? It was empty, so what could he use it for? Then a light clicked on in Gregor's head. It was supposed to be for a bathroom. Luckily, because he had to pee. He pulled the bowl out and set in a corner. Before he unbuttoned his pants he checked his surroundings maker sure no one was watching. When he was sure no one was looking he pulled down his pants and peed in the bowl. When he was done he dug a small hand and poured the bowls remains in it and then carefully filled the hole with dirt. He then sat down and at a plum. His legs were cramped from not being able to walk around to much.

Gregor looked up at the pit opening at the sound of chattering voices of raccoons. Two plump raccoons looked down at him as they chattered at each other. Why did they have to be so damn nosey? Couldn't they tell he was already pissed off enough?

"What be thou name?" a gruff voice came from the first masked face.

Gregor swallowed hard. He wasn't expecting to talk to these creatures. But he should have known, most creatures could talk in the Underland. Maybe he didn't think they could speak English because they had no human contact what so ever.

"Uh. My name is Gregor. Gregor the Overlander," Gregor sheepishly replied.

The two chattered again. He caught some words like "Overlander", "Could he be?", and "What shall we do?" That could not be good if they were wondering what they should do with him.

"Overlander. The above?" the second masked face asked.

Gregor didn't know what "The above" was supposed to mean. "Can you repeat the question?" he asked.

"The above? Shalt you not be?" the second masked face asked again.

The first raccoon scowled at the second like it was stupid. "Be you above grounder? Tower walker?" it asked.

"Oh. Above grounder, also known as the Overland. And 'Tower Walker' must mean the city of New York," Gregor thought. Then he nodded, "I am he who walks..um...the tower. An above grounder I am."

The two raccoons nodded and let out an "Ah" of understandment. Then they peered closer to him, sniffing.

"So..um..why am I here?" Gregor asked.

"Studied yes. Shalt you be interesting, no? Rager no? Scent I did smell on you," the second raccoon pronounced.

"Am I a rager? Yeah, I found it out a long time ago," Gregor squeaked.

The two excitedly chattered. "Be you excellent fighter? Well with sword?"

"Well I hit the total fifteen blood balls if that helps. Why does it matter?" Gregor asked.

"It matters much! Now let us go," the second raccoon said and they turned on their heels and walked off.

"What! They are just going to leave me here!" Gregor angrily muttered to himself.

Gregor sifted the dirt with the worn toe of his boot. Would he ever get out? Were the others ever find him? Surely they would have found him by now...if they were even trying. Gregor began to fall asleep but then was jerked awake. A raccoon was binding his hands behind his back and throwing him upon its back. Then it dug its claws into the dirt and climbed up the wall, making it look easy. When it reached the top it set Gregor on the ground.

"Hey! What are you doing with me?" Gregor asked, bewildered.

"Be you rager? Be you?" the raccoon hissed.

"Well yeah...but what does that have to do with-" Gregor started.

"Does not matter to you. Matter not," the raccoon cut him off. "Follow yes?"

Gregor nodded and the raccoon took hold of one of his shoulders. It led him to a large clearing in the middle of the vines. In the middle of the clearing was a large corral type thing made from rocks and wines. The corral thing looked like something a boxer fought in. The raccoon untied Gregor's hands then pushed him into the corral. Soon the corral was swarmed by raccoon peers. Then a large scarred raccoon stepped into the corral with Gregor. Gregor was handed a large sword. Raccoons began to hand jewel and other items to a lead raccoon. They were placing bets!

"Hey! Whoa wait! I can't fight him! You got this all wrong!" Gregor hollered as he tugged on the taut vines.

The head raccoon let out a long screech and the large raccoon in the corral began to stalk towards Gregor. Rager sensations began to course through Gregor's body. His mind slowed and his vision altered. He pin pointed the major arteries on the raccoon, the stomach, wrists, tendons, and neck. The raccoon jumped at Gregor and Gregor drove the sword into its shoulder, missing all major arteries. The raccoon bellowed in pain, then launched at Gregor a second time. The raccoon stopped in mid air. Gregor's rager sensation was at full course. His mind whizzed through all possible places he could attack, it stopped at the raccoon's side. Gregor drove the sword into the raccoon's side, he quickly pulled it out and the creature fell to the ground.

Gregor knew it would live, he had purposely missed all the major arteries. He did not intend to kill the thing. The crowd applauded and Gregor looked around in disgust. How could they applaud him! The downed raccoon was soon taken out to receive medical attention. Gregor dropped the sword and it clanked on the ground, his chest heaved. His head spun and his heart pounded. A light cream colored raccoon tied his hands and led him back to a hut.

"Our best warrior you defeated. Great fighter be you," the raccoon indicated. The voice was higher, probably a female.

"I am she called princess Arrylle. You must sleep here. Defeating greatest warrior...spectacular," she dictated.

"Wait...why am I here?" Gregor asked. "And why did I have to fight?"

"Be you Overlander, yes?" she asked.

Gregor nodded, "I have to do with this how?"

"We test human fighters. Kyronell found you, you scented of certain smell," she replied.

"Can I ever go?" Gregor muttered.

"Sadly, no. I am truly sorry. Now you must sleep. Morning you return to your pit," Arylle declared as she cut Gregor's ropes and pushed him into the hut.

How could they not let him go? He couldn't live with them all his life! He had to find Ares then go home. They were out of their minds! He guessed that there would be guards outside of the hut so he didn't even try to escape. Even though he was supposed to fall asleep, he could not seem to find a comfortable position on his leafy bed. When he finally fell asleep it seemed no longer than an hour until a guard came in and led him to his pit again. He was to tired to reject this assault. When he woke up again he peered into a pale, violet eyes face.