The Prophecy of the Royals

Chapter 1

A/N So I haven't read the Underland Chronicles for a couple of months, and I don't actually have them (I'm actually thinking of buying the series) so this might not be my best story. Sorry. Now, I think I'll start writing...

Margaret stares at the door of the aparment, holding her year old daughter, Temple. Her husband, Desmond, fumbles with the keys, while holding heavy boxes.

It's been 22 years since she's been in New York. She has visited with her older brother, Gregor, but has never actually visited the apartment building.

Temple squirmed in her arms, but Margaret is frozen. This is the exact apartment that she had lived in when she was little. She doesn't remember it, because she was only three, but it still was her childhood.

"Mar, do you think you can find the key?" A voice said, waking her out of her daze. Desmond almost dropped the boxes, but Margaret grabbed the keys and one of the smaller, yet heavier boxes, while still holding Temple.

"Of course, Dez," she answered, smiling. She found the key right away, even though all the other keys were the same silvery color. One of her talents was noticing the different, tiny details from objects that look exactly the same to everyone else.

She opened the door and set Temple and the box down. Frowning, she looked around the room. "Is there something wrong?" Desmond asked with a strained voice. His arms were still full.

Margaret grabbed the boxes quickly and set them down gently. She gave a small smile and said,"No. I'm just surprised at how familiar everthing looks.

Even with their own furniture in it, much different from her families old furniture, it felt very familiar.

She hugged Desmond, taking in a breath. He smelled familiar to her, and she doesn't know what she'd do without him.

They watch as Temple explores the rooms, crawling everywhere she can. Luckily, the outlets were high on the wall, there wasn't really anything that could break or fall yet and the apartment was baby proof.

Temple reminded Margaret of herself, when she was her age. Her brown curls covered her head, and she had a smile that could melt anyone's heart.

Margaret herself still had brown curls, which fell down to the middle of her back. She smiled most of the time, and she always had a way to make people smile.

Margaret stared at her husband now, watching his face's reactions to Temp's silliness.

Margaret had called her that one day, feeling like it was a perfect nickname for her, and it stuck. Desmond, Desmond's family and herself call Temple that, but her own family won't. It seems to hurt them when ever she suggests that.

Desmond's smile got bigger with each little thing that Temp did.

Finally, she got tired of crawling around and sat down by Margaret's feet. She looked up at her mother and smiled. Margaret picked her up.

"I think I'm going to show Temp around the building," she said, kissing her husband on the cheek. "I'll be back in a little bit."

He nodded his head and said,"Sounds good. I'll unpack and then start dinner for your family." He walked towards the boxes opening the biggest one, while Margaret grabbed her keys and cell phone.

The first place she showed her was the other floors. Then, she showed her where the elevator was, but it was broken, so she showed her the stairs. They walked all the way down to the laundry room.

Her phone rang, so she set Temp down and answered. It was Desmond.

"Hey, Mar." He said. She smiled at the nickname. She used to have another one, but her family stopped calling her that, and she forgot what it was.

"Gregor is already here. Where are you?" Apparently, she had lost track of time.

"I'm down by the laundry room. Send him down if he wants to come," she answered. She liked the laundry room, it felt comfortable and reminded her of her past.

"Hello, princess," a voice purred.

It was a memory.

"Hello, pincess," another voice, her own from when she was young, answered. They laughed. "We're both pincesses!"

Margaret smiled to herself. Atleast she remembered something. But she doesn't remember who the other voice was. And she doesn't remember when that happened. She frowned.

A hand went on her shoulder and she jumped.

"I scared you!" Gregor said, laughing.

"Yes you did." She replied. She looked around for Temp but didn't see her. She started panicking.

"Do you see Temp?" She asked Gregor. There wasn't that much hiding places. Then, she heard a rattling noise and Temp's laughing. Gregor frowned and muttered something about "deja vu" and followed Margaret to the washers and dryers.

They look behind it and Margaret saw the grate open, with a strange mist floating around Temp. Then, Temp fell.