Reading the Underland Chronicles 2 Part 2

Chapter 5

Salvete! That's Latin for hello (in the plural sense). Welcome to the final installment of this story, RTUC2P2. I apologize for my sporadic updates. I, being still in school and having a job, have quite the schedule. Most writing I do is for my own series, so I haven't been so active on ff net. But no matter, this update is here now.

Disclaimer: TUC does not belong to me, and neither does this story idea. TUC belongs to Suzanne Collins, and the story idea belongs to the author AllyJackson.

For this story to make any sense, you should read AllyJackson's stories first.

Steve opened the book to the last chapter and began to read.

"Hi, you," Gregor said, thinking he would never let go of her. "Oh, hi, you! Where've you been, little girl?"

"I go swim, I go ride. Flutterfly," said Boots.

"It's butterfly!" cried Boots, correcting her past self unknowingly.

"Okay, alright," laughed Gregor. "That sounds great." He'd have to ask the others what happened. "Hey, Temp," he said, turning to the roaches, and then he realized something was wrong. Before him stood six roaches with two perfect antennas each and six solid legs. Maybe he was finally learning to tell them apart, because he knew, anyway, that none of them was Temp.

Luxa smiled at Gregor. "I am learning to as well. I am not as quick as a certain princess, but still, I have made progress nonetheless," she said. Gregor smiled back at her as Steve continued reading.

"Where's Temp?" he asked, and six pairs of antennas drooped.

"We do not know, not we," said one of the roaches. "I be Pend, I be."

Gregor turned in a full circle, just to be sure. It was the room where you could ride the platform down to the ground. Temp wasn't there. Neither were Luxa and Aurora. He tightened his grip on Boots.

"I believe at this time, we had arrived in the jungle," said Luxa. "We did not find the colony of nibblers in the first day or so. We were alone before they rescued us."

Gregor's eyes darkened. "I'm glad it's not that way now. Those months we thought you were gone were some of the worst I've ever had," he said, squeezing her hand.

"I am glad as well. The peace we have achieved is much more desirable," said Luxa, laying her head on his shoulder.

Each who heard nodded along. The peace was in every way an improvement compared to the times of war, or the fragile respites in between.

About this time, Vikus came hurrying into the room, followed by several guards. His face lit up when he saw Boots. "They have returned!" he said to Gregor.

"Just Boots, Vikus. I'm sorry," Gregor said, and watched the color drain out of the old man's face.

Gregor bowed his head. "Why did I say it like that?" he asked himself. Thinking back on all his adventures, it began to dawn on him how many things he could have done differently had he known what would come of his actions. "Why did I not do more?"

Seeing his distress, Luxa squeezed his hand, grabbing his attention. She looked up at him, then. "I do not know what bothers you, but I promise you, it is in the past. There is nothing that you can do now but look ahead, and do your best to correct your mistakes. That is a lesson I am still learning as queen. Know you how many wrongs I would undo if I was able? We would be different, if I could fix everything. Nothing would be the same," she whispered to him. "The point is, you must not dwell on what you have done. Only by striving to be better can you fix it. I do my best every day. Will you do yours with me?"

Gregor only nodded, before placing a kiss on her forehead and going back to the story.

Vikus turned to the roaches. "Welcome, Pend. Many thanks for the return of the princess. Tell us, will you, tell us the fate of the others?"

Pend tried to fill him in, but the roaches knew very little. A moth - that must have been Boots's flutterfly - had arrived in their land carrying Boots. It had been flying in the Dead Land when it had discovered the little girl and Temp hiding in the rocks. Temp was very weak and unable to travel farther. He begged the moth to take Boots back to the other crawlers. Since the moths and cockroaches were allies, the moth had agreed. When the crawlers sent a party back to rescue Temp, he was nowhere to be found.

"Did they make any mention of my granddaughter?" asked Vikus. "Queen Luxa?"

"Run you, Queen Luxa said, run you," said Pend. "Many gnawers, there were. Temp said no more."

Vikus reached out and fumbled with Boots's hair. "Temp seepy," she said. "He shut eyes. I ride flutterfly." She looked around. "Where Temp?"

"Where is Temp" asked Boots.

"He's not here right now, Boots," said Gregor. "Maybe we can see him later though."

Grace didn't object. Seeing this, Gregor and Luxa smiled at each other.

"He's still sleeping, Boots," said Gregor. Sleeping like Tick was sleeping, probably.

"Thank goodness he isn't," murmured Gregor.

"Shh," Boots said, putting her finger to her lips.

Someone had wakened Dulcet. When she tried to take Boots out of Gregor's arms, he resisted. "It is all right, Gregor. I will bathe her and bring her back directly," said Dulcet. Since it was Dulcet, he made his hands let go.

He followed Vikus to the dining room, where they'd last eaten with Ripred, and they both took a seat. Gregor tried to piece it together in his head.

"It seems," Vikus said at last, "they did not perish in the Tankard."

"No," said Gregor. "But Twitchtip was sure there was water between us, and they didn't answer Ares."

After a while, Dulcet came in with a clean and shiny Boots. Vikus sent for food. Gregor held her on his lap while she gobbled up enough dinner for ten toddlers.

"Sounds like you, Gregor," said Lizzie, smiling.

Gregor only rolled his eyes.

"Boots," said Gregor, "you know when we saw the big..." He didn't know what to call those things. "Serpents" wasn't a word she knew. "Those big dinosaurs."

"I no like," said Boots. "I no like dinosaws."

"Me, either," said Gregor. "But remember when we saw them. And they knocked us off the bat. And Luxa caught you and Temp. Where did you go?"

"Oh, I swim. Too cold. I bump head," Boots said, rubbing the top of her head.

Gregor separated her curls with his fingers. He could see little scrape marks on the delicate skin of her scalp. Where had she been? Not in the Tankard. "Was it a big pool, Boots?"

"Baby pool," said Boots. "I bump head."

Gregor suddenly remembered the tunnel Twitchtip had been guiding them to. The one half under water. If Luxa had dived for that tunnel and made it, the entrance soon would have been flooded with the waves churned up by the serpents. Maybe that was the water between them. At some point they all must have been floating in water, or Boots wouldn't have said she'd been swimming. How had they kept from drowning? Then he remembered the life jackets. Boots was not wearing hers when she came in, but she had had it on at the Tankard.

Everyone turned to Luxa, who nodded. "Gregor was correct. It was very cold, and very dark. We had to rely entirely on Aurora to get us through," she said, shivering slightly.

He told this theory to Vikus. "Yes, something of that nature must have occurred. But then they would have been trapped in the Labyrinth," said Vikus. "Boots, did you see rats?"

Boots put her hand to her nose. "Ow," she said. At first Gregor thought she had hurt her nose, but when she said, "Bandidge. No touch. I no touch it. Ow," he knew.

"Twitchtip found them. Or they found her," he said. "Was it Twitchtip, Boots? With the bandage?"

"I no touch. Ow," Boots confirmed, pressing her nose.

"And then what happened, Boots?" asked Gregor. "What did you do with Twitchtip? Did you see more rats?"

"Temp give Boots ride. Fast ride!" Boots said, but that was all they could get out of her.

"They were attacked, no doubt, by gnawers. Luxa told Temp to run with Boots, then stayed to fight with Aurora and perhaps Twitchtip," said Vikus. "I am sure their odds were not good."

Gregor was sure their odds had been next to zero, but he tried to be encouraging. "Well, if they had Twitchtip, they could get out of the maze, Vikus. Or maybe the rats wanted to keep them alive and took them prisoner. Like they did my dad. I mean, she's a queen, she's important."

Grace pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "Gregor, dear. How do you always end up saying things like that?" she groaned.

"Listen, comforting people is not my forte, okay?" he mumbled, resting his head against the back of the couch.

Maybe Gregor shouldn't have said that, because the idea of what the rats might do to Luxa if she was their prisoner was almost scarier than thinking of her dead. He thought of his dad, waking up screaming from nightmares...

Vikus nodded, but his eyes shone with tears.

"The point is... the point is... we don't know," said Gregor. "A lot of things could have happened to them. And remember the gift you wanted to give me? The last time I was here?"

"Hope," whispered Vikus.

"Yeah. Don't give that up yet, okay?" said Gregor.

"I done," Boots said, pushing her plate off the table and watching with satisfaction as it banged to the floor. "I done."

"Well, if you are done, Boots, how would you like to go home?" said Vikus.

"Ye-es!" said Boots. "I go home!"

"Finally," thought Grace. "They can leave and come home where it's safe."

"I can stay, Vikus.

"He better not! I want my baby home where it's safe!" cried Grace mentally. But then a nasty voice in the back of her head piped up. "It doesn't matter where he is, he can defend himself. You saw him with the sword. And he's a rager now, too." It whispered. She shivered at the thought and went back to listening.

Or I can take Boots home and come back and help you look for Luxa and -" Gregor started, but Vikus cut him off.

"No, Gregor. No. If they are dead, there is nothing any of us can do. If they are held prisoner, it will likely be months before we can locate them. It that time, who knows? They could reverse Nerissa's verdict and execute you.

"Man, why does the council hate Gregor so much?" asked Lizzie. "What did he do to them?"

"I don't think I did anything," grumbled Gregor.

"I believe it's because they can't control him," said Ripred. "He's his own man, and they think that's dangerous."

Luxa nodded. "The politics of my council are often this way. It is the reason I am in trouble so often as well," she admitted.

Grace frowned, but said nothing as Steve continued to read.

If I have need of you, believe me, I will find some way to send for you," said Vikus. "For now, you must go home. You have worries of your own there, yes?"

Well, yes. Gregor had worries wherever he was.

In about half an hour they were down on the dock, dressed in their own clothes, climbing on Ares's back. The only ones who had come to see them off were Vikus, Andromeda, Howard, and Nerissa.

"Give my best to Mareth," Gregor said to Andromeda.

"Yes, Overlander. He would wish you well also," said the bat.

Gregor turned to Howard. "If you hear anything about Luxa and the others, let me know. My laundry room's right at the top of one of those gateways. Ares knows which one. Leave me a note or something, okay?"

"I will get word to you," said Howard.

To his surprise, Nerissa tucked a scroll in his coat pocket. "The prophecy. So you can reflect on it sometimes."

"I took that literally," thought Gregor dryly.

Gregor shook his head. "I don't think I can forget it, Nerissa. But thanks." What did she think he was going to do? Take it home and frame it?

Mrs. Cormaci shook her head. "Of course not, Gregor. It would ruin the homey feng shui of the apartment," she said seriously. Gregor could not help but laugh.

Vikus handed him a flashlight, a large package in the shape of a cuckoo clock, and a silk bag that held a heavy stone jar. "Medicine," he said. "For your father. The instructions are written inside."

"Oh, good!" said Gregor. Maybe they had something down here that could cure his dad.

"Maybe we could get more for him," thought Grace. "But of course, then we would have to go back down there. But they wouldn't seem to mind that, would they?"

He gave Vikus a hug. "Hang in there, okay, Vikus?"

"Yes. Fly you high, Gregor the Overlander," said Vikus.

"Fly you high," said Gregor.

"See you soon!" Boots said as they took off, but there was no response from the dock. Last time, he had been horrified to think that they would ever return. Now, with Luxa and the others on his mind, he felt reluctant to leave.

Luxa smiled up at him.

"You let me know!" he called to them, but if anyone answered, he couldn't hear them.

Ares carried them down the river, across the Waterway, up through the tunnels, and back to the foot of the steep staircase that led to Central Park. He climbed off the bat's back with Boots.

"You going to be okay?" he asked Ares.

"Ares? Ares? Don't go, Ares, okay? Don't."

"As well as you," said Ares.

"If only that had been true," thought Gregor. "Things would have been so much better."

"Fly you high, Gregor the Overlander."

Gregor lifted his hand to grasp Ares's extended claw. "Fly you high, Ares the Flier."

Ares took off into the dark of the tunnel, and Gregor and Boots headed up the stairs.

It took a little while to move the rock - it had frozen into place - but finally Gregor was able to wiggle it loose. It was night. The park was empty. Lamplight shone down on the foot of snow that covered the ground. It was beautiful.

"Sedding? We go sedding?" asked Boots.

"Not now, Boots," said Gregor. "Maybe another time." If he could find another park with a hill. He'd never bring her back here.

"Mmm, and do you still think that way, Gregor?" asked Ripred languidly.

"Depends," said Gregor. "Are you gonna terrorize me with your little friends again if I say yes?"

Ripred laughed and shook his head. Steve continued to read.

They caught a taxi. New York City was ablaze with Christmas decorations and lights. "Do you know the date today?" he asked the driver, who tapped on a cheap block calendar on the dashboard. December 23. They hadn't missed it. They would all be home for Christmas. And that idea, which had been so impossible a few hours before, made him feel like the luckiest person alive.

"Nothing like a little Underland quest to put your whole world into perspective," said Mrs. Cormaci.

Boots snuggled up under his arm and gave a big yawn. Boots... the Bane... right now they were so alike that the entire Underland could misinterpret the prophecy and mistake them for each other.

Ripred made eye contact with Gregor and smirked, as if to say "I told you they were crazy." Gregor only smiled.

But what would happen when the Bane grew up in a year or so? Would it become the monster predicted in the prophecy, or an entirely different creature? He hoped Ripred would do a good job raising it.

"I would have been a fine dad for him," said Ripred haughtily.

"Weren't you just protesting my actions like, two chapters ago?" asked Gregor, eyebrow raised.

"That was a year ago, Gregor," said Lizzie. "People can change."

And Gregor was suddenly hit with the thought that now that Ripred had Lizzie, he had changed. Had she shown him what it could have been like if his pups had grown up?

Although even if Ripred did all the right things, it might be out of his control. Gregor's parents were great, and here he was, a rager. He was going to have to be very, very careful not to get into any fights now that he was home. He wished he'd talked to Ripred more about their condition. "Next time I go down there-" Gregor thought, and a jolt went through him. Because he suddenly knew there would be a next time. He was too tied up in the Underland now, there was too much he cared about: finding Luxa and Aurora and Temp and Twitchtip, if they were still alive; protecting Ares; helping the friends who had helped him.

"Even now, Gregor?" asked Grace, the question weighing on her shoulders like a heavy backpack.

Gregor looked to her and nodded, apprehensive of her answer.

She sighed and looked to Steve. "We'll have to have a talk about this," she said.

Overjoyed, Gregor turned to Luxa, only to be interrupted before he could speak by her lips pressing against his. When the two parted, she smiled at him brilliantly. Similarly, Lizzie was grinning ear to ear and hugging Ripred.

"Why must it be this way?" thought Grace sadly. "Why must they be so attached to the one place I don't want them to go?"

When they had finished their mini celebrations, Steve forged on.

Gregor paid the driver from the last of the money Mrs. Cormaci had given him.

The elevator was out of order, so he hauled Boots up the stairs. They came through the front door and made it about three steps into the room before his dad caught them in his arms. In minutes, the whole apartment was up. His mom was kissing him, Lizzie was swinging on his hand, his grandma was calling from the bedroom. A million questions were flying at him, but he must have looked whipped, because his mom took his face between her hands and said, "Gregor, you need to go to bed, baby?" And that was exactly what he needed.

The next morning he told the whole story. He softened some of the bad parts, because everybody looked so scared.

Grace turned and raised an accusing eyebrow at him. Sheepishly, he smiled and sunk further into his seat.

"But it's okay. Boots wasn't the baby. It was the Bane. So there's no reason the rats would want her now," said Gregor.

"I not baby. I big girl," said Boots, who was sitting on her dad's lap, lining up little plastic animals along the arm of the couch. "I ride bat. I swim. Temp seepy. I tell flutterfly tiny, tiny toes."

"And what about you, Gregor?" said his mother.

"War-hardened. Owner of more scars than the toughest of soldiers. Bondless. I'm doing great." But as he thought it, Luxa shifted next to him, and he was reminded of the things he still had. The love of his life. His whole family. A mentor to assist him with his biggest issue. "I really am lucky, compared to most."

"Well, I had my chance to kill the Bane and I didn't do it, so I don't think the rats will come looking for me." He didn't tell her that the Regalians might. "Oh, hey, look what I brought for Mrs. Cormaci. It's a clock. She's been so nice and all, and you know how she loves all those old clocks-"

Gregor pulled open the pack, and a cloud of money floated out. Confused, he emptied the pack on the sofa. There was the clock, all right. But Vikus had ordered them to pack it in money. All those wallets in the museum must be a lot lighter now, because there were literally thousands of dollars in cash on the sofa.

"Oh, my goodness," said his grandma. "Now, what are we going to do with all that?"

"We're going to pay off the bills," his mom said grimly. Her face softened. "And then, we're going to have Christmas."

And they did. They had to rush around like crazy to pull it together, what with Christmas being the very next day, but who cared? Gregor, Lizzie, and their mom went shopping. His grandma and Boots watched Christmas specials on TV, while his dad cleaned up Mrs. Cormaci's cuckoo clock.

Even after the money had been set aside for the bills, there was plenty for Christmas. First they took the old metal laundry cart out and loaded it up with groceries. For a few weeks, anyway, Gregor would not have to feel tense when he opened the kitchen cabinets. Then the guy on the corner who sold trees gave them one half-price, since he was about done for the season, anyway. Lizzie stayed home to help decorate the tree, while Gregor and his mom shopped for presents. He had a hard time getting his mom anything that was a surprise since she wouldn't let him out of her sight.

"Mom, it's not like some giant rat is going to come after me in the middle of Eighty-sixth Street," he said. "There's a million people out."

"You just stay where I can see you," she answered.

"Hmm, you didn't end up following that rule very much later on, now did you?" asked Ripred sarcastically. Gregor glared at the rat.

"What does he mean by that, Gregor?" asked Grace worriedly.

"Fourth book," he said shortly.

He finally managed to get her a pair of earrings while she was buying everybody socks.

That evening, when Mrs. Cormaci came by with an armload of presents for them, Gregor answered the door.

"So, you're finally up and around, Mister," she said.

At first Gregor didn't know what she was talking about; then he remembered he was supposed to have had the flu. "Yeah, that pretty much wiped me out."

"You're this as a rail," Mrs. Cormaci said, and handed him a plate of Christmas cookies.

Gregor wished he had a picture of her face when she opened the clock. He could tell it blew her away. "Oh, my! Where did you get this?"

There was a pause.

"In one of those places that has old things," said Lizzie.

"An antique shop?" said Mrs. Cormaci.

"Oh, no, just a secondhand place," said his dad. In a way, it was true.

"Well, I'm glad you managed to not lie all of the time," said Mrs, Cormaci dryly, rolling her eyes.

When she left, Gregor carried the clock home for her. She was chattering on about her kids flying in the next day and tickets she'd gotten for some Broadway musical when she stopped short. She was staring at Gregor's feet.

Gregor looked down. The boots were a mess. Badly scarred from Ares's claws, streaked with blood and squid slime, one toe bent in. Before he could think up a story, she spoke.

"Well, looks like you're getting a lot of use out of those," she said.

Gregor didn't answer. He couldn't lie to her again; she had been too good to them.

"You know, one day you're going to realize you can trust me, Gregor," she said.

"I do trust you, Mrs. Cormaci," he mumbled.

"It only took one more quest for you to show it," she grumbled. Gregor smiled sheepishly at her.

"Do you? Flu. Hmph," she said. "I'll see you next Saturday." She shook her head and closed the door.

The tree was decorated, the fridge was packed, the stockings were hung, everyone was in bed except Gregor and his mom. They were wrapping presents in his room. When they were down to the last few, he left her to finish while he tiptoed in to tidy up the living room. His dad was snoring peacefully on the pulled-out sofa -maybe that medicine would help after all. Their coats were in a pile on the floor where Lizzie had dumped them so they could hang their stockings on the coat pegs by the door. As he gathered them up, the cell phone fell out of his coat pocket. He stuffed it back in and felt something.

There, lying flat along the bottom of his jacket pocket, was the prophecy Nerissa had given him. It had been there all day, but he hadn't noticed it. What had she said? He was supposed to reflect on it? He wasn't sure what she'd meant.

Gregor unrolled the scroll and held it in the Christmas tree lights. Something was wrong with the prophecy. It took him a moment to realize it was written backwards. He traced the title from right to left with his fingers, deciphering the words. "The Prophecy of Bane" - no wait! The last word wasn't "Bane." It was "Blood."

All eyes in the room turned to Gregor. He shifted uncomfortably before Grace spoke up.

"And when, young man, were you going to inform us that you held a copy of the next prophecy?" she asked, deadly calm.

"When it became an issue," he said. "I didn't want you to worry."

"Gregor, we're your parents. You shouldn't have to worry so we don't," said Steve. Gregor nodded.

"We'll speak more about this later," said Grace.

He released the top of the scroll and let it snap shut as his mom came into the room with a big pile of presents.

"You ready for this?" she said.

Gregor slipped the scroll in his back pocket and held out his arms. "Sure," he said. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Slowly, Steve closed the book. "The end," he said quietly.

"Before we begin the next book, we have some things to do," said Grace.

It was decided that Luxa and Ripred would return to the Underland, only because they had been gone so long. Grace and Mrs. Cormaci gave them one last meal before they went, and Gregor held Luxa's hand underneath the table the whole time. When they had finished, he had followed them down to the laundry room.

He wrapped his arms around Luxa and sighed. "I don't want you to go," he said solemnly. She nodded.

"I do not wish to leave, either. But perhaps you can join us soon," she said, looking up at him.

"That's up to my parents. But I think we will," he said, smiling. "If for no other reason, my dad still needs that medicine."

"Yes, I will ask them to prepare some for you in advance," she said. She paused for a moment. "I love you."

"I love you, too," said Gregor, reaching down and kissing her lightly.

"Not to interrupt, but seriously, we don't need another reason for the council to be angry," said Ripred, poking them both with his tail. Reluctantly, Luxa peeled away from him and stepped over to the grate.

"See you both soon," he said. And then they were gone.

With slow steps, he returned to his apartment and sat down on the couch. Lizzie joined him, tucking herself under his arm.

"We'll see them soon, Gregor. We have to," she said. Gregor only nodded in response and settled down, awaiting the decision his parents would make.

Finis. Thus concludes the second part of Reading the Underland Chronicles 2. My sincere apologies for taking so long to finish this. My own writing has been very important to me, and my other timeline really took off, so this kind of took a backseat. Make no mistake, though. I do plan on finishing this series. In the next book, I did plan for them to return to the Underland. However, things are going to be different. I won't say here, but I will say that the format of the story is going to change a lot. Due to the rules on ff net, I can't keep writing out the entire book and just adding the reactions in between. Fear not, though. I will continue this as best as possible.

As it stands, my Ares is Alive timeline is more important to me than this series. I will be focusing on that until it is finished. Then I will return to this series. It may take me a very long time, but this book series is my absolute favorite over all others, so trust me when I say that I will do it. Some patience is just required, that's all.

If you liked this series, please don't hesitate to let me or AllyJackson know. She did an incredible job with the first two installments. All I did was finish what she started. Happy reading!