Luxa

Luxa was furious. She had let them get captured, and let Gregor get kidnapped. Now they were plodding along through a swamp. Ugh. Her hands bound to a horse; she could not escape or stop walking. Every step, Luxa took squelched into deep mud. Leeches the size of scrolls swam around her feet. Hazard was holding up fine, or so she supposed. Howard had woken up, but was still delirious; he kept walking in circles.

After a few hours of walking through knee-deep mud, they came to a small tunnel that went through a rocky mountainside. Some vegetation covered the tunnel entrance; it would be challenging to find it without knowing where it was beforehand. A huge boulder fell from the top of a mountain, heading straight for their little convoy, accompanied by smaller rocks.

"Scatter!" Their leader yelled, but the Boulders and smaller rocks killed at least 15 men and women. As blood pooled from the dead bodies, Luxa glanced up at the leader's face. She did not seem anguished at their loss, but more annoyed for the loss of time. Luxa shivered. A couple of weeks after Gregor left, there was a small coup. The coup was subdued, but the coup leader was ruthless, killing anyone who got in her way.

The trio got led through the tunnels. Black acidic slime dripped on everyone's head, burning through their skin. Luxa tried to keep a... What did Gregor call it? A Poker face. Yes, that was it. Soon, the trio got unceremoniously thrown into a dark, damp dungeon. Luxa whished she had Echolocation like Gregor. It would make it much easier to see things and not grope around in the dark.

"OUCH!" Howard spewed out a couple of creative curses. Luxa said, "Come over here. We need to discuss an escape plan."

Which much fumbling and cursing, they soon got relatively close to Luxa.

"How will we escape? We shall not last much longer if we stay like this." Hazard stated, bumping into Luxa.

Luxa didn't have an answer.

Gregor

Gregor was busy pawing through the mound of random items. An Underland Screwdriver? Yes. A Corn slicer? No. Random, useless things began to pile up around him. All the while, the torches were burning away slowly.

Gregor was deep in thought. Who had captured him? Last time he left, the Underland was (for the most part) in peace. Were Luxa and the others - Gregor found a rubber mallet. "Why are there so many random things here?" He said aloud to the empty room, not expecting a reply.

"Because this is a storage room." A calm voice said from behind him. Gregor froze, startled, and slowly turned around. He saw a pretty girl roughly his age standing behind him with a sword clutched in her hand.

"Who are you?" Gregor asked cautiously.

"My name is Hazel. I can help you escape."