Free Gregor the Overlander - 1 by Suzanne Collins

believe you were right to flee those who kept you against your will, but feel sorely that we have suffered in your saving. We told you not of the rats, yet Luxa blames you for our losses. We seem to be your enemy, and yet we gave you time."

    Gregor didn't answer. He thought that pretty much summed things up except for the fact that Luxa had hit him.

    Vikus read his mind. "Luxa should not have struck you, but your fight invited horrible death to those she loved. This is greatly felt by her, as both her parents were killed by rats."

    Luxa gasped. "That is not his affair!"

    She looked so distressed that Gregor almost objected as well. Whatever she'd done to him, this wasn't his business.

    "But I make it so, Luxa, as I have cause to believe that Gregor may himself lack a father,"
    continued Vikus.

    Now it was Gregor's turn to look shocked. "How do you know that?"

    "I do not know for sure, I only guess. Tell me, Gregor the Overlander, recognize you this?" Vikus reached in his cloak and pulled something out.

    It was a metal ring. Several keys dangled from it. But it was the roughly braided loop of red, black, and blue leather that made Gregor's heart stop. He had woven it himself during crafts class at the very same summer camp that Lizzie was at now. You could make three things: a bracelet, a bookmark, or a key chain. Gregor had picked the key chain.

    His father never went anywhere without it.

PART 2The Quest

CHAPTER 10
    When Gregor's heart started up again, it beat so hard, he thought it might break through his chest. His hand reached out on its own, his fingers grasping for the key chain. "Where'd you get that?"

    "I told you other Overlanders have fallen. Some years ago we rescued one very like you in face and feature. I cannot recall the exact date," said Vikus, placing the key chain in Gregor's hand.

    "Two years, seven months, and thirteen days ago," thought Gregor. Aloud, he said, "It belongs to my dad."

    Waves of happiness washed over him as he ran his fingers over the worn leather braid and the metal snap that allowed you to attach it to your belt loop. Memories flashed through his mind. His dad fanning out the keys to find the one to open the front door. His dad jingling the keys in front of Lizzie in her stroller. His dad on a picnic blanket in Central Park, using a key to pry open a container of potato salad.

    "Your father?" Luxa's eyes widened, and a strange expression crossed her face. "Vikus, you do not think he -- "

    "I do not know, Luxa. But the signs are strong," said Vikus. "My mind has been on little else since he arrived."

    Luxa turned to Gregor, her violet eyes quizzical.

    What? What was her problem now?

    "Your father, like you, was desperate to return home. With much difficulty we persuaded him to stay some weeks, but the strain proved too great and one night, also like you, he slipped away," said Vikus. "The rats reached him before we did."

    Gregor smashed into reality, and the joy drained out of him. Of course, there were no other living Overlanders in Regalia. Vikus had told him that in the stadium. His dad had tried to get home and had met up with the same fate Gregor had. Only the Underlanders hadn't been there to save him. He swallowed the lump in his throat. "He's dead then."

    "So we assumed. But then came rumor the rats had kept him living," said Vikus. "Our spies confirm this regularly."

    "He's alive?" asked Gregor, feeling hope rush back through him, "But why? Why didn't they kill him?"

    "We know not why with certainty, but I have suspicions. Your father was a man of science, was he not?" asked Vikus.

    "Yeah, he teaches science," said Gregor. He couldn't make sense of what Vikus was saying. Did the rats want his dad to teach chemistry?

    "In our conversations, it was clear he understood the workings of nature," said Vikus. "Of trapped lightning, of fire, of powders that explode."

    Gregor was beginning to catch his drift. "Look, if you think my dad's making guns or bombs for