Previously...
Ripred stuck an entire loaf of bread in his mouth and pushed back from the table. "Ready, boy?"
"For what?" Gregor asked. He seemed to be watching the crumbs fly out of Ripred's mouth.
"Your first lesson," Ripred said with a big gulp. "It starts now."
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"This is the prophecy room, Stella," Vikus gestured at the place where they stood.
Vikus had told her that he'd show her something important so Stella had wolfed down the last of her fish and followed him to the room that they were now in. The walls and roof — even floor, were covered in tiny writing; each word carved delicately into the stone. Stella could see that each one was written in a poetic format.
"These were written by the founder of Regalia, Bartholomew of Sandwitch," Vikus said with deep respect.
Sandwitch? Who would have the name 'Sandwitch'? Stella thought, amused.
"How many people live here?" Stella asked, randomly.
"We number three thousand or so," said Vikus. "More, if the harvest reaps well."
Vikus moved towards the prophecy which had a small oil lamp placed next to it. Stella followed curiously.
"This is the ongoing prophecy that you may be part of." He said. " I am not completely sure, but Ripred's guesses are quite accurate."
"I think I know what prophecies are but never really seen one — well I've never seen this many," Stella said with awe.
Vikus laughed at her reaction, "Well, I'll give you some time to read through the stanzas and tell me what you think."
Stella averted her gaze and moved the torch towards the ongoing prophecy. It was titled 'The Prophecy of Bane.'
If Under fell, if Over leaped,
if life was death, if death life reaped,
Something rises from the gloom
to make the Underland a tomb.
Hear it scratching down below,
rat of long forgotten snow,
Evil cloaked in coat of white,
will the warrior drain your light?
Something falls from above,
A seeker's blood that she is of,
Will the seeker help him fight,
The power within she will ignite.
What will turn the warrior weak?
What do burning Gnawers seek?
Just a barely speaking pup
who holds the land of Under up.
Die the baby die his heart,
die his most essential part.
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The Seeker from Above: A Gregor the Overlander Fanfic
Fantasy𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐈𝐍 '𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒' When Stella was dusting her ventilation shaft, she lost her footing and fell into the Underland - a dark civilisation living beneath the streets of New York City. There she discovers the truth behi...
