He was running, running for his life. Behind him, all he could see was a shadow of a massive beast, chasing him through the stone tunnel. From the back of the beast, a loud crack rang out, as the tunnel was bathed in light. From behind him, a ball of steel whizzed right past his head, grazing his right ear. Quickly reaching a hand to his ear, he then drew it back, coated in blood. He continued running from his pursuer, but his speed was no match for this giant creature. Suddenly, he was back above the ground. In front of him, two men stood, body blades in their hands. A scream rent the very air apart, and before the two knew, they laid dead on the ground, next to the dead woman. Their killer stood above them, a smirk on his face, and pain in his eyes. Suddenly, he dropped the knife he held, and fell to his knees. Tears filled his eyes, and his fists curled, his nails digging into his palms until they bled, but he didn't notice. And now, he was in a wide room, with hundreds watching him. He drew his sword, but felt a pain in his knee, and saw the metal ball embedded in the bone. Gritting his teeth, he rose and charged the man opposite him. He threw his elbow into the man's jaw, knocking him to the ground. The man laid on the ground, as he held a blade to his throat. Tears, as well as rage, warped the downed man's face, and he screamed at the victor who shook his head sadly and dropped his sword. Yet, the sword was in his hand once more, and the man he nearly killed stood next to him, as they faced a man wielding two blades. With a few deft movements, the man had disarmed him, and held him by the throat. Gasping for breath, he drew his dagger and shoved it through his own chest, into the chest of the other man. He felt the stab wound in his chest, and everything went black. The last thing he knew was words ringing in his head.

If peace was won,

The warrior lost,

A treaty made,

Not without cost,

Ancient misdeeds come to light,

Darkening eternal night,

A shrinking chance peace can be found,

Enemies share common ground.

Both of under,

Yet one of above,

Share bond of undying love.

One, heir of ancestral wrong,

The other's lineage just as strong,

A king, a queen, a broken throne,

Both guilt they bear,

And blame they own.

Ancient misdeeds come to light,

Darkening eternal night,

A shrinking chance peace can be found,

Enemies share common ground.

Two people, allied,

Torn asunder,

Over rules

The land of under.

Now lost, it comes

Their time, their turn,

Their mountains move,

They slash, they burn.

Ancient misdeeds come to light,

Darkening eternal night,

A shrinking chance peace can be found,

Enemies share common ground.

The two,

The only chance that's left

When enemies,

Allies bereft,

Mount attack where

They once called home,

The city of

Eternal stone.

The graves that stand,

Where we now tread,

Will overfill,

The ground runs red.

Unless a treaty

Soon does stand,

War will bring death to the underland.

Drenched in sweat, Gregor awoke, shocked by what had just happened. Was it even possible? Could he have had a vision of what was to come? He shook his head dismissing such notions. Only Nerissa could see the future, and it was incredibly an incredibly unpredictable ability. No, it had to be just a dream, yet, it was so vivid. And that man, the one he had killed in his dream, the one who almost killed him, seemed so familiar to him. He tried to call the picture of the man back to mind, and what he saw of the man's face terrified him. While a lot rougher and aged, it was so similar, it was nearly identical to his father's.

And, cut! Thanks for reading, That was the revised chapter 2 of Gregor and the Ancient City. Hope you enjoyed. This chapter was extremely confusing, but it will make much more sense later on. Regaliansoldier signing off now, see ya all later, and fly you high.