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Chapter 3: Life in Regalia -
Luxa's POV
"Ah, Luxa, I sent the message" Mareth said as he passed his Queen in the palace corridors,
"You did!" she Luxa said, visibly ecstatic, but trying to control her public image. Later that day after Luxa had finished here countless council meetings and military training, she flopped down on here bed and let here mind imagine the possibility of Gregor's return, she knew he probably wouldn't after all he lived all the way over in Virginia now, wherever that was, she was still unforgivingly exited none-the-less.
The next morning, she checked her days timetable with her assistant and she had half an hour of free time, so she went down to the prophecy room, she'd been going down their regularly since Nerrisa had written the new prophecy trying to fighue out what the lines meant:
The Prophecy of Sand:
the warrior resurected dame and sir once more to the plants go they now for grace and salvation in one day the under and over must become the over and under oil flow on queens last death the city afire once more a day and in a day fates be changed for ever more goes happy days
One line stood out to her in it "dame and sir once more", could that mean her and Gregor, or was she going crazy, she had tried asking Nerrisa several times with no help, even she didn't know, she had spent the last fortnight in hospital after writing the new prophecy. She hadn't even cared about the line "oil flow on queens last death", as long as she could see her love again, she couldn't care less, she only was saddended that she wouldn't be able to spend the rest of her life with him. What had it meant? Would she meet Gregor again? Would he still love her? Does he even remember her still? all these questions rushed through her head as she lay on the cold stone floor probably "no" to the later 3, said her head, but she just lay there wondering. "There you are" said Vikus, Luxa opened her eyes and saw an old man, eyes twinkling stood above her, he looked up and saw what she had been reading, "You're exited to see him again aren't you?", SHe didn't respond, but they both knew the answer. "It's time for the council meeting" he said, "You're about 15 minutes late". She stood up and brushed her self down before begining to walk towards the throne room, "What's this one about" she asked,
"Oh, just another cutter border debate" he chuckled, they had had these a lot recently due to growing tension between them and the warmbloods she visably sighed as they rounded the corner into the throne room. Half an hour later and Luxa was already zoned out, thinking about Gregor's return when "Your majsty *sigh* not again, your majesty!" impatiently asked a council member,
"Huh? yeah" said Luxa pretending to still be there, a few council meber chuckled, "they knew" she though "embarassing", "What was it, sorrry I zoned out there",
"We need your input on the matter of the . . .", A palace guard rushed into the room saying "The Queen is urgently required this moment", Luxa stood up in her seat,
"Finally something interesting", she though,
"Hang on, we're in a meeting" replied the council man, slightly irritated,
"No no, it is fine" Luxa siad, and ran out the room following the soldier, she ran through countless weving corridors, thinking to herslef what it could possibly be, by the smile on the soliders face it wasn't going to be anything bad, like war, but she had a bed feeling in her stomach, she crossed into the flier landing strip and what she saw made her heart stop, Gregor was climbing off of a fluffy teal flier, her love, she was finally seeing him after all these years.
Then she saw some girl, about his age, climbing off the bad with him, her face dropped.
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So this takes place a bit after the last chapter, Mareth has sent the message about a week ago but was too busy to tell Luxa, just clearing that up, Gregor didn't do all that in -3 days LOL.
Next chapter will be right after chapter 2, explaining how Gregor got to the underland and all, and who he called, was it Superman? was it Ghostbusters? was it his plumber? who knows.