Chapter 11Gregor awoke from a fitful sleep. Images of bloodred rivers, his dad surrounded by rats, andBoots falling into bottomless caverns had woven in and out of his dreams all night long.Oh, yeah. And then there was that warrior thing.He had tried to tell them. When Vikus had implied that he was the warrior in "The Prophecy of Gray," Gregor had actually laughed. But the man was serious."You've got the wrong guy," Gregor had said. "Really, I promise, I'm not a warrior."Why pretend and get their hopes up? Samurai warriors, Apache warriors, African warriors, medieval warriors. He'd seen movies. He'd read books. He didn't in any way resemble any warrior. First of all, they were grown up and they usually had a lot of special weaponry. Gregor was eleven and, unless you counted a two-year-old sister as special weaponry, he'd come empty-handed.Also, Gregor was not into fighting. He'd fight back if someone jumped him at school, but that didn't happen often. He wasn't all that big, but he moved fast and people didn't like to mess with him. Sometimes he'd step in if a bunch of guys were pounding a small kid; he hated seeing that. But he never picked fights, and wasn't fighting what warriors mainly did?Vikus and Luxa had listened to his protests. He thought he might have convinced Luxa -- she didn't have a very high opinion of him, anyway -- but Vikus was more persistent."How many Overlanders survive the fall to the Underland, do you suppose? I would guess a tenth. And how many survive the rats after that? Perhaps another tenth. So out of a thousand Overlanders, let us say ten survive. How passing strange is it that not only your father but you and your sister came alive to us," said Vikus."I guess it's kind of strange," admitted Gregor. "But I don't see why that makes me the warrior.""You will when you better understand the prophecy," said Vikus. "Each person carries their own destiny. These walls tell of our destiny. And your destiny, Gregor, requires you to play a role in it.""I don't know about this destiny thing," said Gregor. "I mean, my dad and Boots and I... we all have the same laundry room and we landed somewhere pretty close to you, so I'm thinking it's more of a coincidence. I'd like to help, but you guys are probably going to have to wait a little longer for your warrior."Vikus just smiled and said they would put it before the council in the morning. This morning. Now.Despite all of his worries, and he had plenty, Gregor couldn't deny a feeling of giddy happiness that shot through him periodically. His dad was alive! Almost instantly another wave of anxiety would rush over him. "Yeah, he's alive but imprisoned by rats!" Still, his grandma always said, "Where there's life, there's hope."Boy, wouldn't his grandma love it if she knew he was talked about in a prophecy? But, of course, that wasn't him. That was some warrior guy who would hopefully make an appearance really soon and help him get his dad free.That was his main goal now. How could he rescue his dad?The curtain pulled open and Gregor squinted at the light. Mareth stood in the doorway. The swelling in his face had gone down, but his bruises were going to be there for a while.Gregor wondered if the guard was still angry with him, but Mareth sounded calm. "Gregor the Overlander, the council requests your presence," he said. "If you make haste, you may wash and eat first.""Okay," said Gregor. He started to rise and realized Boots's head was cradled on his arm. He eased himself up without waking her. "What about Boots?""She may sleep on," said Mareth. "Dulcet will watch over her."
"Some we have not yet unraveled," admitted Vikus. "He foretold my parents' end," said Luxa sorrow fully, running her fingers over part of the wall. "There was no mystery in that."Vikus put his arm around her and looked at the wall. "No," he agreed softly. "That was as clear as water."Gregor felt awful for about the tenth time that night. From now on, whatever he thought, he would try to talk about the prophecies with respect."But there is one that hangs most heavily over our heads. It is called 'The Prophecy of Gray,' for we know not whether it be fair or foul," said Vikus. "We do know that it was to Sandwich the most sacred and maddening of his visions. For he could never see the outcome, although it came to him many times."Vikus gestured to a small oil lamp that illuminated a panel of the wall. It was the only light in the room besides the torch. Maybe they kept it burning constantly."Will you read?" asked Vikus, and Gregor approached the panel. The prophecy was written like a poem, in four parts. Some of the lettering was odd, but he could make it out."A-B-C," said Boots, touching the letters. Gregor began to read.Beware, Underlanders, time hangs by a thread. The hunters are hunted, white water runs red. The gnawers will strike to extinguish the rest. The hope of the hopeless resides in a quest.An Overland warrior, a son of the sun, -May bring us back light, he may bring us back none. But gather your neighbors and follow his call Or rats will most surely devour us all.Two over, two under, of royal descent, Two flyers, two crawlers, two spinners assent. One gnawer beside and one lost up ahead. And eight will be left when we count up the dead.The last who will die must decide where he stands.The fate of the eight is contained in his hands. So bid him take care, bid him look where he leaps,AS life may be death and death life again reaps.Gregor finished the poem and didn't know quite what to say. He blurted out, "What's that mean?"Vikus shook his head. "No one knows for certain.It tells of a dark time when the future of our people is undecided. It calls for a journey, not just of humans but of many creatures, which may lead either to salvation or ruin. The journey will be led by an Overlander.""Yeah, well, I got that part. This warrior guy," said Gregor."You asked why the rats hate Overlanders so deeply. It is because they know one will be the warrior of the prophecy," said Vikus."Oh, I see," said Gregor. "So, when's he coming?"
"Now you die!" screamed Shed. Boots screamed back in terror as Shed lunged at them. Gregor braced himself, but Shed never made it. Instead, the rat let out a gasp and pawed at the blade that jutted through its throat.Gregor caught a glimpse of Luxa's bat, Aurora, flipping upright. He had no idea when she'd arrived. Luxa must have been flying completely upside down when she'd stabbed Shed. Even though Luxa had flattened herself on the bat's back, Aurora barely managed to pull out of the maneuver without scraping her off on the ceiling.Shed slumped back against the cavern wall, but there was no fight left in him. His eyes burned into Gregor's. "Overlander," he gurgled, "we hunt you to the last rat." And with that, he died.Gregor had only a moment to catch his breath before Henry landed beside him. Pushing Gregor out onto the beach, he lifted Perdita in his arms and took off, yelling, "Scorch the land!"Blood pouring down his face from a gash on his forehead, Mareth was already wrenching the swords from Shed and Fangor. He dragged the rats into the river, and it quickly carried their bodies away. His bat shakily regained the use of its wings and he hurdled onto its back. Mareth caught Boots's backpack and hoisted Gregor onto his stomach in front of him.Gregor saw Aurora hook her clawed feet into the fur at the shoulders of Perdita's injured bat. Luxa had at some point retrieved the oil lamp from the boat. As they rose into the air, she smashed it onto the ground."Drop the torch!" yelled Mareth, and Gregor managed to straighten his fingers, releasing it.
People are a lot more friendly then the last people who had it a yr ago. Love going there!! I live a block away, so if I want my spacial blizzard(with senior discount) they comply. They also let me use the Dairy Queen app.!
We had to ask fo be able to able to give our order. They walked away and didn’t finish taking the order. Then they got rude after filling the order and stated they are busy with other orders and don’t deserve to be disrespected. There was one car in the drive thru and no one in the store.
It seems the employees care more about talking to each other than helping the customers. I have been there three times in the past month and all three times my order has been messed up. Tonight I was called a liar by the supervisor on duty! I told the employees that I did not have my whole order and they said I did! I get home and of course I was missing a Big Mac! I called and tried to talk to the manager and she said they had no extra big macs left so there for I was lying about my order! She also did not want to give me her name and hung up on me twice! I am so sick of these average supervisors thinking they know all and acting as such! Get it together you are there to serve and if you can not do that then maybe you should find a another job where you do not have to deal with customers. I will not go back and I will get ahold of the district office tomorrow! Something needs to be done at this restaurant. Most days the drive thru wait is 30 minutes and the food is always cold. Worst Mcdonalds in the south end!
This is one of the worst McDonald's franchises I've ever been to in this area! The staff hates to make fresh food and I've had them drop old french fries back in the grease in order to avoid dropping fresh ones!! They recently remodeled but unfortunately, the same lazy uncaring staff still works there apparently, the experience is horrible and I only go there because it's convenient, sad sad!!
Worst subway experience. Never ordered or had services from them ever. Due to being disabled, I couldn't get to a nearby store. So I ordered online. Contaminants on my sandwich. Spoke with the manager. He refused to take it back and refund for it. My order was over $40 plus a tip. I was very ill and hadn't eaten in 24 hours. I'll never order from this location again. Piir customer service.
The parking lot is full of holes. The server at the drive thru window was rude when asked about the family dinner to the point where her manager had to come take over while she was on her cell phone. The food was ok. I get all this food home only to have to come back out because they forgot my shrimp. Again same young lady has an attitude almost throws my food out the window and closed the window before I could ask for cocktail sauce. Never again
First couple of times really liked the food.. That is until i had it today and threw up about 11x and counting. ����Ive never had food poisoning..