Gregor and the Prophecy of Scars

Hi guys, this is the first fanfic/story I have written so please be nice :) Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

I would also like to inform you that my friend (ZenNoah) will also be writing a Gregor fanfic.

I guess that's it, tell me what you think :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Underland Chronicles. All rights and credit goes to Suzanne Collins for writing this amazing series and coming up with these fantastic characters.

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Chapter 1 : Going Back

"PANCAKES!"

What a way to wake up in the morning, I thought to myself.

The last several weeks hadn't been pretty. Just a couple weeks ago, some random kid had seen my scars and started all these rumors around the school. Now the only friends I have is Angleina and Larry.

Although, even now, they started to ignore me more and more.

But I didn't blame them, who would want to hang out with the overly depressed guy, anyways? Someone who was dull and just plain creepy with all these scars.

It wasn't like I cared anyways, especially the way I had things in the Underland.

Thinking deeper into the topic, I couldn't help but think of the things and people I missed, like Mareth, Vikus, Nike, Howard and Hazard. Heck, I even missed Ripred, the big sarcastic Rager rat that loved to annoy and tease me all the time.

But, the person I missed most of all was Luxa, with her violet eyes, that always seemed to be looking into my soul. You don't even have to mention her silver-blond hair and that attitude of hers; fierce and strong but also caring and loving.

"Gre-go!"

I was brought out of my thoughts by my little sister, Boots, who was running through my bedroom door, calling for me. Not that my room gave Boots much room to run in, it was more like a closet than anything.

"Gre-go!" she repeated, yelling and then shouted even louder, "Mommy makes us pancakes!"

"Okay, big girl, I'll be there in a minute," I smiled at his sister. So, I got up quickly and changed into suitable clothing. Running to the kitchen table, I noticed that I was the last one to wake up. I figured so because of all the sleep I lost, dreaming nightmares about Ares. I sat down in my chair, sniffing the air more as I smelled pancakes. "Morning Mom," I said, quickly to my mom.

"There you go," said my mother, Grace and set a plate on the table. "Three big pancakes for my little boy,"

"Thanks," I replied and ate my pancakes with a decently fast pace. I got up and went back into my room while my other sister Lizzie got ready for school.