Hi everyone! Thank you for all the fantastic reviews that have come in this week and please keep it coming! I love to know the thoughts of my readers. So here goes my thanks to: AresTheUnderlander(I pronounce Luxa the way it's pronounced in the book), Clytuis, A happy reader, MarbleSky(I did promise Gluxa), attack on underland(cool research you did!), shadowofdarkness, Alpha Death, pyro159, Darklord, Myname(welcome back!), SlyIntellect(glad you like the portrayal of Ripred!), HumanicHedgeHog, FierceDeity24, 1977, Joefinch(welcome back too!), .taylor(nice to meet you!), Thiazzie and TheGreatAthlon5.

Anyway, I received an anonymous review for my second story saying I had butchered Gregor's character. So I am genuinely concerned that I have messed up Gregor's character in my series. In your reviews, would you be so kind as to tell me if I butchered him and if I did, how so? If I really have screwed Gregor up, I'd like to apologise to you guys for it.

Oh, and Gorger makes his appearance in this chapter. I know many are wondering how in the world he survived, but all in good time. I won't reveal it in this chapter but soon you will learn of his backstory leading up to this story.

This chapter is written from Gregor's perspective.


Chapter 4: Gorger

"Come on," Gregor sighed, "Will you just talk to me please?"

As it had been for the past half an hour, Gregor was greeted with a wall of silence. Luxa fiddled with her blade expressionlessly, as if Gregor had ceased to exist in her world.

He shifted about uncomfortably on Apollo as he tried to fight off the effects of the oppressive silence. Nobody dared to come within twenty yards of him and Apollo, with the exception of Luxa and Aurora, of course. It seemed as if Luxa had triggered some kind of scent that warded everybody away from him and her like they were lepers or they reeked of a bad stench. Apollo drifted out wider slightly, so that Luxa was out of earshot, before saying, "We should probably stop trying out all those moves we practised in the arena."

"Agreed," Gregor replied with a soft groan, "She's so… particular, over what I can and cannot do."

"It is not just that, Warrior," Apollo purred, "She fears for your life. In all honesty, the two of us take far too many risks. Before I met you, I used to train with the other soldiers, and it was nothing like what we are doing now."

"That must be unbearable," Gregor quipped.

Apollo swivelled his head around and shot Gregor a grin, before replying, "It was not all that bad. My life was not in jeopardy so often, and I actually felt safe. Of course, when it comes to whether I had fun or not…" He deliberately trailed off, and the both of them chuckled.

"I don't like arguing with Luxa," Gregor remarked casually to Apollo following a minute of silence, "She always wins in the end, whether I'm right or not."

"No surprises there," Apollo said simply.

"And this isn't the first time we're arguing about the way I fight," Gregor continued, "We just had a quarrel last week over our antics in the arena."

"What, you mean setting fire to the dummies?" Apollo asked with a devilish smile, "Surely she did not berate you for that, did she?"

"She did," Gregor told him with yet another groan to punctuate his speech, "That's my reward for adding some spice to life down here."

"Spice to life?" Apollo wandered, clearly confused by the figure of speech.

"It's a turn of phrase back in the Overland, I think," Gregor explained, "It means to make something interesting. At least that's what I think it means. I flunked English a couple of times back when I was up there."

"Flunked?" Apollo questioned aloud.

"Never mind," Gregor sighed, "I don't need you telling the whole world I flunked English."

"We definitely made life more interesting last week," Apollo commented, ignoring Gregor's earlier statement.

"Mmm," Gregor mused, "Didn't save me from being scolded by Luxa though."

They shared yet another chuckle, before Gregor asked, "How's the armour?"

"It is certainly something I am not used to," Apollo answered truthfully, "But it will be a useful asset once I practise with it more often. The armour allows me to take more risks when diving into close quarters fighting. And it is not too heavy either."

"How's my cloak?" Gregor asked, suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious.

"It looks VERY good, Warrior," Apollo told him, "I do believe that our enemies have one more reason to fear us."

"My cloak is a reason for them fearing us?" Gregor questioned incredulously.

"Do not underestimate the power of appearances, Warrior," Apollo replied softly, "Appearances can decide the fate of the Underland. They can decide whether we go to war or end one. They can decide who sits on the throne of power and who must be sacrificed. Appearances are almost everything down here."

Gregor mulled over Apollo's words quietly. The power of appearances was what shaped the world, not just down in the Underland but up in the Overland as well. It was how you presented yourself that determined whether politicians got elected into power, or whether you got a promotion in your company or a scholarship to go to college. Appearances determine who your partner is, who is willing to trust you and who is your ally. Unfortunately, everybody lives in such a superficial world which dictates the fate of so many people based on appearances. It was always about style over substance. And as much as Gregor hated it, that was the brutal truth which could not be denied or changed.

The menacing shadow which loomed over them as they flew through a series of caves quickly began to disperse reluctantly, as they emerged from the tunnels into the fields of Regalia which stretched for miles, running all across the plains which had become a feature of this great city. The city of Regalia stood proudly in the distance, brimming with its own glory. Despite the damage which it had suffered from in the battle of Regalia, it had recovered at an awe-inspiring rate, which resulted in its stable condition then. Gregor's statue, still a symbol of hope for this city, stood up tall. The graffiti had been erased like poison being drawn from a wound, and any damage it suffered during the battle appeared non-existent.

The bats flew past the wall and landed in the arena, where the humans quickly dismounted and made their way to the barracks to clean up. The dead were placed side-by-side in the arena, as paramedics quickly rushed forward to tend to the wounded. Gregor cast a long, wistful look at the dead soldiers. Too many comrades had suffered at the hands of the foxes. Far too many.

He made his way over to Luxa and said simply, "You said you wanted to talk."

Luxa glanced up at him, and her expression softened slightly before returning back to its stoic structure again. There was no place for affection in public when it came to their relationship, despite how rumours about their relationship had intensified over the past few months. If Gregor was once a figure of controversy, he was now a living embodiment of the word. "We are going to speak to Gorger," she replied matter-of-factly.

The two of them strolled out of the arena, aware of the fierce gazes being drilled into their backs by the soldiers who watched them leave. "People are going to talk," Gregor said aloud, echoing his thoughts and probably her thoughts too.

"It does not matter. It never has," Luxa replied superciliously, "Let these fools talk."

Gregor just grunted, before asking, "So what are you going to scold me for now? Last week it was the dummies. What is it going to be this time?"

"Firstly," Luxa began, "Perdita has claimed that your discipline is atrocious and that your misbehaviour is puerile. Based on my own personal experience, I am inclined to agree with her."

Gregor rolled his eyes, before saying, "You must be kidding me. Seriously, that woman runs this show like Solovet once did. The army needs people like me so they don't end up killing themselves. You have no idea what it's like hearing her scream every day. It'd make a perfectly sane dude go mad within a couple of weeks."

"So you are somehow the hero of the army?" Luxa inferred, "You are the one who has liberated everybody from suffering?"

"I am what keeps this army balanced," Gregor replied defensively, "Every hero needs a villain. Light needs darkness. Even God needs the devil. There can be no success without balance."

"Interesting analogies," Luxa admitted, "But that is not how the army works. We are at war, Gregor. This is no time for jokes and fun. The reason why Perdita is in this position of power is because she recognises the need for us to be vigilant in such dire times. We are vulnerable, Gregor. You would be a fool not to see through our economic success the failures of our social stability. One attack is all it takes for this city to collapse. Remove one brick and the whole structure comes crashing down. That is truly how fragile we are."

Gregor hated it whenever Luxa resorted to addressing him like she would address an ordinary Regalian. He, of all people, was no ordinary Regalian. But being a "mere" Overlander meant he had to hold back from lashing out at Luxa too much, and this time was no different. He bit down on his tongue gently to prevent himself from bursting into a furious tirade. "That's not the real reason you wanted to speak to me," Gregor guessed, "What is it?"

"You came late," Luxa said accusingly, "Where were you? I told Apollo to call you to join us. Instead, I had to put up with Ripred all ON MY OWN."

"We had a detour," Gregor admitted sheepishly, "We went to investigate what's left of Hades' Hall to make sure that they weren't trying to divert our attention away from a real attack on Regalia. I only arrived just as Gaius' wing rampage began."

"Our scouts had ALREADY confirmed that," Luxa sighed in exasperation, "We needed you at the battle to drive the schemers away. Did you see how frightened they were when you first arrived? Can you even fathom the number of lives we could have saved if you arrived earlier? The schemers would not have dared to engage us had you been more disciplined. Instead, I HAVE TO ANSWER FOR MORE THAN THREE DOZEN CASUALTIES!"

Her outburst took Gregor by surprise, but Gregor decided not to show her any sign of weakness this time. "Why am I being scolded for trying to protect Regalia? I didn't know you had scouts down there. I went there to make sure that the people who truly mattered back in Regalia were safe. So don't give me any of that rubbish that-"

"YOU JUST HAD TO FOLLOW ORDERS!" Luxa interrupted him furiously, "You and Apollo were supposed to report to me before the battle. You are first and foremost a soldier of Regalia. You have an obligation to follow our orders, and not behave any way you like just because you are the Warrior. Stop being selfish-"

That was it. It was his turn to shut her up Gregor was done being abused by her day and night. "SELFISH?" he roared, "SELFISH? I DON'T OWE ANYTHING TO THIS CITY! NOTHING AT ALL! I AM AN OVERLANDER, NOT YOUR PERSONAL SLAVE!"

Everybody down the street who heard him exploded popped their heads out to see what was going on, before quickly ducking their heads back into their homes when they saw who was involved. Gregor gave some of them who continued staring a look of disgust before turning to Luxa and saying, "I will fight and even die for this city. But don't for one second think that I have an obligation to this city."

Luxa flushed a bright red and she looked like she was about to flare-up and lock horns with him in a big fight, but much to his surprise, she actually held back. "Alright," she replied with a deep breath, "I accept your explanation, but we aren't even close to being done yet. You still have to explain your actions back in the battle. You know very well as I do that you were FAR too reckless back there. You know deep down that you needed me to step in and save you."

"Look, I get it. I'm sorry for being so arrogant back there," Gregor replied calmly, as his anger slowly dissipated, "I should have been much more careful."

"It's more than that," Luxa continued, and Gregor felt his heart sting when he heard her voice crack, "Do you know how… how scared I was? I thought I was going to lose you for a moment. How would you feel if I reversed our roles? Could you bear seeing me fly into battle like that and come so close to death? Could you?"

Gregor dipped his head in shame. So this was what Luxa was upset about. "I'm sorry Luxa," he replied sombrely, "I really am. I swear you won't have to feel that way again. I SWEAR."

Luxa nodded calmly, although in truth she still looked visibly shaken. "Don't ever put me through that again," Luxa demanded fiercely, "We need each other. We live as a couple and die as a couple. I don't care what the circumstance is, but neither of us should have to go through the pain of living life without the other."

Gregor afforded a small grin as he said, "For sure, Luxa. Just make sure you won't do the same to me."

"Please," she snorted, "I'm not that stupid. And next time, show more gratitude. I saved your bloody life and you still have the cheek to tell me you had it covered."

Gregor gazed at her for a while. This was the woman who defined his life the moment he entered the Underland. She was the reason behind his love, his fighting, his grief and his suffering. She was, to him, just as much a staple in his life as the air he breathed was. It broke his heart to be away from her, and it fulfilled so much in his life just to be near her. It wasn't childish infatuation all those years ago when they took that picture.

It was love.

"Thanks, Luxa," he said gently. They stared into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds, feeling an emotional embrace in each other's presence as if they had connected on a much higher level.

Then Luxa broke her stare and cleared her throat, before saying quickly, "We have someone to visit."

She burst into a brisk walk as she made her way through the congested street vessels in the main body of Regalia. People shot them the occasional glance, with some even looking on at them with disapproval, but Gregor actively chose to ignore them. He wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing him react.

Luxa rounded a corner and right in front of them stood the rebuilt prison of Regalia. Its once sickly face was replaced by the more stoic, cleaner appearance which greeted Gregor right now. The walls were still grey, but a dark and angry grey, rather than the worn down grey it originally was. This building radiated discipline and even fear. Exactly what Gregor thought was necessary for a prison to look like. Imposing and oppressive, not like the dilapidated, ramshackle building it once was.

The guards bowed their heads in respect as Luxa and Gregor entered the prison, as both of them uttered a soft "Your Majesty" in greeting to Luxa. The atmosphere became heavier, as if the evil which hung in the air was too heavy to dissipate and lingered on in the darkness, lurking closer and closer to Gregor and Luxa. They strode down a couple of corridors, before meeting another couple of heavily-armed guards in front of a lift- the only underground lift in the whole of Regalia. It was similar in design to the original lift outside the palace, but appeared to be much sturdier, which was a relief for someone like Gregor who was terrified of heights.

A cold shiver ran down his spine as the guards nodded their heads wordlessly as Luxa approached the lift. The silence might as well have been sinister laughter. Gregor swallowed nervously and got onto the lift with Luxa. One of the guards pulled a lever and the lift began to descend, taking them to the most heavily guarded prison cell in the whole of Regalia. Besides Nerissa's room, of course. Gregor always light-heartedly joked that Nerissa was practically trapped in a metaphorical and literal prison, with her room constantly being watched by guards, but Luxa never really appreciated that facet of Gregor's crude humour.

The lift creaked down and gently stopped at what was ironically the most impregnable location in the whole of the Underland, considering how happy the Regalians would be to have the scumbag residing in this cell be killed by external forces. But Gregor, as much as he hated the rat, knew that he was necessary to Regalia's survival. Whether Luxa shared the same belief as him was an entirely different story. "The Underland of the Underland," Gregor mused aloud to himself. Luxa glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Luxa and Gregor got off the lift, where they were greeted by half a dozen guards this time. "Is he awake?" she asked the guards.

"Yes, your Majesty," one of them replied, "Based on how he is pacing back and forth, I suspect he has known for a while that you have intended to make this visit."

Luxa nodded slowly, before ordering, "Bring us to him."

The guards escorted them down the corridor and opened a series of heavily-built doors which were adorned with locks of all kinds. Finally, they heaved against a double door and led them into a large room. The room's lack of colour or design contrasted greatly with the intricate prison design outside, as it was just white on all four sides of the rectangular prison. Gregor's eyes quickly settled on the silver rat slouched against the wall, whose body posture indicated casual indifference. But Gregor knew better than to read the silver rat's body language. He looked at the rat's eyes, which told almost the whole story. He had been waiting for them for a long time. The hunger and relief in his eyes was evident. His face instantly twisted into a cruel sneer, and he slowly rose back onto his feet to reveal a muscular six-foot frame.

"Gorger," Luxa snarled, unable to keep the disgust and loathing out of her voice.

"Luxa," Gorger said simply in greeting, before turning to Gregor, "And the Warrior. The inseparable power pair of Regalia. Why do I suddenly have the fortune of being able to speak to the both of you?"

"Leave us," Luxa said through gritted teeth.

The guards instantly bowed their heads and left the room, but not before one of them said in warning, "Your Majesty, please be careful. He may be chained, but he can still jump far enough to harm you. We've marked out the maximum distance he can leap on the floor. Please do not cross that marker or your safety will be compromised." With that, they left the trio alone.

Gregor glanced at the faded marker on the ground. The scratch marks that had scraped off some of the paint was not encouraging at all.

"I wouldn't touch a hair on your head even if I could," Gorger said with a haughty smile, "You are much too precious for that."

"Like you didn't touch a hair on my parents' head?" Luxa seethed as she brandished her sword.

"Luxa," Gregor said softly. Since she first found out Gorger was still alive, Luxa had never lived a day by without cursing Gorger and damning him to hell. And Gregor wasn't blaming her. He was the rat who had brutally assassinated her parents, after all. Gregor knew for a fact that if he were in her position he wouldn't have been forgiving at all- Gorger would probably be languishing in hell if Gregor had been on the receiving end of losing his parents to the twisted rat. But she had to keep her emotions in check. Her relationship with Nerissa had already deteriorated to a point which was appalling, just because Nerissa had invited Gorger to return to Regalia and had made him the most important member of the Regalian community. Gregor genuinely feared for Luxa's psychological well-being whenever she was around Gorger, which was still as rare as trees in the Underland.

"You should listen to the Warrior," Gorger said almost reproachfully, "Speaking of which, why the cloak? Starting to become self-conscious?"

"Shut up," Gregor snapped back.

Gorger just grinned and replied, "You can't fool me. I can smell everything. Your insecurity, your impending arrival into this prison and of course, the argument you had recently."

With a look of gleeful amusement, he chuckled at the looks of alarm on Gregor's and Luxa's faces, before adding, "You humans. You always seem to forget the true power of smell we gnawers have. You both reek of anger and animosity, and a little bit of love. Must have been quite some argument, wasn't it?"

"We're not here to engage in small talk with you, Gorger," Luxa said, getting straight to the point and ignoring his jibe, "We want information from you about the schemers. Tell us what you want in exchange for this information, and maybe we can grant you what you need or want."

"I have already undergone that exchange of information," Gorger replied as he slouched against the wall, "I have exactly what I need for now. I know about your relationship with the Fount, the dissatisfaction with an established system of monarchy and of course, the rebel gnawers who are rallying under the name of the Bane."

How did he know so much?

Gregor was utterly speechless. Somehow, somebody had fed the bastard information without permission from any authorities and under the noses of the guards. Luxa seemed unfazed, though. "Who disclosed this information to you?" she asked Gorger calmly.

"I did," came the reply behind them.

Luxa and Gregor turned around to see Ripred entering the cell as well. "I had to," Ripred explained, "It was the only way to coerce vital information out of him. Clawsin's scouts had reported disturbances near the plains of Tartarus. I couldn't wait to get your approval on my actions."

"You should have consulted me first," Luxa shot back, unable to keep the anger and frustration out of her voice.

"This is just lovely, you know," Gorger said with relish, "The three pillars supporting the crumbling roof which is Regalia, all turning on each other in its most urgent hour. You have no idea how close you are to teetering over the edge and falling to your doom. You are all on the brink of death."

"How? What do you know?" Luxa pressed.

"Enough to change the course of this war," Gorger answered, "But only if you cede to my demands."

"I thought you claimed that you already have what you need," Gregor pointed out.

"I did," Gorger admitted, "But that's not what I want."

"We have already spoken about this," Ripred replied with an edge in his voice, "I have said no."

"Peace Ripred, let him speak," Luxa said firmly.

"I know that you are fighting a war with the rebel gnawers. You should be aware by now that they have united under the same cause- to complete what the Bane started. They are driven by ideology, not a leader. Do you know what that means?" Gorger asked.

"It means they are indestructible," Ripred replied softly, "You may destroy their army, but as long as the ideology remains, the threat will persist. They worship the Bane like a god and savour his words like a dogmatic set of beliefs is fiercely adhered to by a cult."

"That's what they are," Gorger agreed, "A cult. The only way you stop this cult is if you get them to unite behind something else, or in this case, someone else."

"What are you trying to say?" Gregor asked warily, aware that he was treading in very dangerous and murky waters.

"In exchange for information about the schemers, I want you to put me in charge of the rebel gnawers," Gorger responded with a smile, "I kill two birds with one stone and all of us stand to gain. I get rid of the cult for you and you get vital information in saving your city."

"No deal," Luxa replied immediately, "I don't trust you. Giving you power is the last thing I will do. We can release you, but putting you in charge of those gnawers is our last resort."

"You're scared I will strike back at you with these gnawers under my command," Gorger deduced, "And I'll be very honest with you- When the time is right, we will go to war against Regalia, whether I am alive or not when that happens. But you don't have much of a choice. Either you postpone Regalia's possible annihilation by accepting my terms, or you face a definite destruction if you choose to be so stubborn, Luxa."

"Even if we wanted to give you such power, it is not in our control," Ripred replied, "You know what our brothers and sisters are like, Gorger. They will not bow down before you just because you are alive again."

"Oh, but it is in your control," Gorger told them, "I'd like to point out that should you defeat the rebel gnawers in battle, you are in control of the surviving gnawers who have surrendered. Which means that instead of taking prisoners, you hand them over to me and let me bring them back to the Dead Lands. How does that sound to you?"

"Many Regalians will not take a liking to this," Luxa realised, "They already want you to be executed. And if we give you your power back… that's almost as good as high treason."

"Sometimes we all have to take risks and make sacrifices," was all Gorger said in response.

"Think about this carefully, Luxa," Ripred growled, "The last thing thing you should do is listen to Gorger and take his word as the truth."

"Ah, Ripred," Gorger sighed, "Still the same deceitful bastard I knew all those years ago."

Ripred ignored Gorger's words and said to Luxa, "Your power as a monarch is already waning. A move like this could be fatal. Trust me, please."

Gregor knew that Luxa would hate to admit it, but Ripred was right. Conrad's tyrannical and oppressive rule had already sowed seeds of doubt in the Regalians' minds about how much power a monarch should possess. And Luxa's relationship with Conrad only suggested that she was just as capable of abusing her power. If she let Gorger go without consulting the people, things could get really messy.

The power struggle in Regalia had not yet begun, but Gregor had already heard rumours about a possible coup. The Council was also rumoured to have intentions of somehow ousting Luxa out of power and making Regalia a republic, which blurred the line between enemy and ally even more for Gregor. Was he fighting for Regalia or fighting for Luxa? Was he the Warrior or the queen's bodyguard? Hero of Regalia or champion of Luxa? The political fog surrounding him had blinded him to his own sense of morality and purpose- was he in the Underland to save Regalia or be with Luxa? A storm was brewing, and with so many friends dead and gone, Gregor had no idea whose side he was going to take.

And just as he was facing this dilemma, he knew Luxa was facing her own dilemma. "What's stopping me from ordering your execution?" she asked Gorger abruptly.

"Nothing," Gorger replied, "If you want to kill me, it really doesn't matter. That's the problem with you pups. All of you subconsciously believe that you are immortal and infallible, when in reality you are just as vulnerable as the rest of us. I've already accepted that my death is inevitable, whether by your hand or another. I know that one day, my name will just be a faint whisper in a light breeze floating through the Dead Lands, but it will never be anything more than that. So kill me, because I truly do not care."

Luxa stared hard at Gorger for a couple of seconds, before saying, "If I accept your proposal, will a legal contract and letter be enough to appease you? Do you want anything more than that?"

"Swear on the graves of your parents," Gorger responded with a sly grin.

The flames of hatred which were shining brightly in Luxa's eyes were beyond anything that Gregor had ever seen in her. Gorger was mocking her parents indirectly, but she was being forced to bite the bullet and dishonour her own parents in the process. Gorger may have been the one physically in chains, but Luxa was the one who truly had her hands tied up. This was beyond difficult for Luxa to accept. This was the most bitter pill she would ever have to accept.

"I will consider your offer," Luxa replied bluntly to Gorger.

"Damn it Luxa!" Ripred spat furiously, "Think this through! You're going to give him what he wants?"

"Do not speak to me in that tone, Lord Ripred," Luxa answered coldly, "Considering you were the one who first gave him what he wanted without my authority. We will handle this privately."

"I gave him information he couldn't use," Ripred countered, "You are giving him the power to use that information!"

"That is enough, Ripred!" Luxa shouted at him, "Leave this prison NOW!"

Ripred's facial expression quickly turned from raging fury to bitter coldness within the span of seconds. He shot Luxa a dark glare before trodding out of the cell. Gregor saw the guards try to lead him out, but Ripred shot them an angry hiss and they quickly backed away from him. Gorger chuckled softly to himself.

"QUIET, WRETCH!" she yelled at him suddenly, causing Gregor's heart to burst into a short sprint.

Gorger just winked at her before closing his eyes and settling down on the floor. Luxa instantly turned around and left the cell, leaving Gregor on his own. Sighing aloud to himself, he turned around to leave the room.

"Warrior."

Gregor turned around once again to face Gorger, who had opened his eyes. "What is it?" he asked Gorger icily.

"Isn't it so poetic?" Gorger mused, "You and me, back here at square one. Back then, I was the veteran fighter who was superior to you. Yet here you are, the superior one, carrying the sword of Sandwich and wearing this black armour. How do you think our story will end? Do you think fate will lead us to make the jump together again?"

The final line of the prophecy of Gray suddenly appeared in front of Gregor again.

"As life may be death, and death life again reaps"

Who really died in that jump?

Gregor just stared at Gorger in the eyes. This was his first nemesis. The enemy who had stolen his father from him and changed his life forever. This was the archenemy who possibly single-handedly decided the course of Gregor's life. The pain, the sorrow, the love, the success, the friendships… All attributed to the rat lying in front of him with a deranged smile.

So Gregor, unsure of what to say next, said what instinctively leapt to his lips.

"Run like the river, Gorger."


Hope you liked this chapter, reintroducing a character from the original series. I've always imagined that Gregor and Gorger would experience a special kind of relationship if they both somehow survived past Code of Claw. Gorger, as you probably know, didn't get much character development in the first book of the original series, so I tried to do him and Suzanne Collins' justice here by portraying him as a manipulative, cruel and devilish demon from Gregor's past. I hope you liked it and the conversation between both Gregor and Apollo and Gregor and Luxa.

Of course, favourites and follows are much appreciated, and of course so are reviews.

Question: Did you think I butchered Gregor's character in my series(read my foreword if you want to know the context)? And how many chapters from Gregor's POV would you like to see in this story?

P.S. Did you spot the reference to Sandwich in this chapter?