A/N: Gorim: Own not, profit not, sue not

Ares: Thief. You stole that from a Harry Potter parody!

Gorim: SNAPE DIES!

Ares: horrified gasp

Henry: Yeesh Ares, Deathly Hallows has only been out since last summer.

Luxa: Can we get on with it?

Gorim: Oh, and by the way, in this story, Solovet lives and Vikus doesn't have a

stroke.

P.S. Ares is my favorite character. Also, in my brain, Henry is not pleased at being a good guy. He's attempted to take over my brain once or twice. Also, minor commentaries from the characters shall be put here, at the top of the page, at each new chapter. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy. Reviews are beloved, flames shall be used to burn puppies.

Bane: NOT THE PUPPIES!

That Which is Lost

Chapter One: The Lost Colony

Ares P.O.V

As Gregor and I flew through the tunnels, seemingly towards death, at the time it had not occurred to me what this battle meant. I had read The Prophecy of Time. I knew what it said would happen to Gregor. But the conversation I had had with him previously had erased the thought of him dieing. At the first battle, though not distracting me, the thought of Gregor dieing, of me losing my second bond, had torn at my heart. By the time we fought the Bane for the second time, I was confident that we could prove Sandwich wrong. That Gregor would live.

After the Bane caught up with us, Gregor proved that he had some startlingly good taunting skills, and, probably unintentionally, goaded the Bane into ripping the head off the brains of the operation. Literally. Then the battle begun.

"Go for the face!" Gregor had yelled. There was a slight difference in his voice. I may have noticed it, but it did not matter at the time. There was an obvious difference in the Bane's fighting tactics though, and it made going for the face inadequate. He no longer cared. All that mattered was killing us. Instead, Gregor, after asking for advice, used the Bane's lose of balance against him. I whirled around in circles then got extremely close. It was when Gregor sliced into the Bane's leg when I realized my mistake. I was too close.

I tried desperately to get out of range, but it was much too late for that. The Bane yanked on my wing and whirled me around. As the Bane's teeth got closer, I heard Gregor cry out my name. There was a note of anguish in his voice that made my heart stop. There was a clang as the Bane's teeth got closer and closer. But just as his teeth were about to sink into my throat… he stopped. And looked down. I followed his gaze.

Gregor had dropped his dagger, pulled his sword, and sunk it into the Bane's heart. I felt an extremely irrational surge of pride. Gregor had done it. He killed the Bane. And he was obviously still alive. Sandwich was wrong.

The Bane gagged and swatted Gregor away like a rag doll. As Gregor hit the ground, his blood spurted and my blood ran cold. I jerked my wing away from the rapidly dieing Gnawer and went to my bond. The Bane fell and died just as I reached my friend. He was loosing too much blood too fast. If I did not hurry, he would not make it.

When the monsters blood is spilled

When the warrior has been killed

For a second I was immobile as those dreadful words, those horrible words, made their way into my thoughts. No, I thought. No, there is no way. I picked Gregor up as gently as I could and placed him on my back. It was instantly wet, and I choked. Pumping my wings as hard I as possibly could, I wound my way through about half of the tunnels. But I was flying low, in the name of speed. For what happened after that, and what happened because of it, the blame falls on me.

Suddenly, I was pulled out of the air by my wings and pinned down on the rock. Gregor was dragged away, and there was a great deal of talking. It did not take me long to realize they were rats.

I struggled, only succeeding in ripping my wings even more. I heard Gregor being dragged farther and farther away and I felt, and was, absolutely helpless. I could only struggle weakly, being quickly overcome by exhaustion, as my bond was dragged into the darkness.

Third Person

The darkness was the largest thing Gregor had to deal with, mentally anyway. Solitary with no light, no food, no water. He could almost feel his sanity melting away faster every day. For him, there was no hope. Sometimes, he thought he heard Boots in this Hellhole, crying the way she did, only louder, more desperate. "MA-MAAA! MA-MAA!" But Gregor understood. He understood that his mind just wanted to make him go insane, so neither of them would have to worry any more. Worry about Luxa, about Ares, about Boots and Howard and Lizzie and Ripred and all of his friends. And, all in all, he hoped this part of his mind would succeed.

It was around four months later in when it happened.

Gregor had been sitting in the darkness when several unfamiliar voices appeared. They were obviously human. Gregor thought of banging on the door, but he didn't have the strength. And besides, the conversation going on between the voices wasn't promising.

"Henry, hurry up. I don't care if you don't want to do this, it is your turn to come with us. Deal with it." This was a girl's voice. It was smooth, low. Then, with a jolt, he realized who she was talking to. Henry. He betrayed the group on the Prophecy of Gray quest, which had included Ares, Gregor, Luxa, Boots, and Luxa's Flier, Aurora, to the Gnawers. What was he doing here?

"But you are all girls! You, Aphrodite, Kendra, Gaia, my own Flier Chloe. Seriously, how did we get so many girls in our colony?!" Henry whispered back. Gregor's jaw dropped; he pointed at the door just so he could point as something. That was HENRY! Luxa's COUSIN! Dear God! He died! Did the dead come back to life down here?

"You are lucky I caught you, Henry. This GIRL saved you from a rocky end" purred a female flier. Chloe, perhaps? Well, that explained how Henry lived. But that didn't explain what Henry and this band of girls were doing here.

Gregor jumped as one of them knocked on a door. Not his though. Henry then whispered, "Who is in there? Identify yourself." There was no answer. Henry sighed, exasperated, and said, a bit impatiently, "I can hear you breathing. I know you are in there. My friends and I are here to set you free. Now, identify yourself! Friend or Foe?" The last part was probably a joke. Not a welcome one, but a joke. Then Gregor heard a very familiar voice whisper, "No one you would wish to save, Henry." Ares!

Henry obviously recognized the voice as well, because he yelled, "YOU!" Each one of his teammates shushed him.

"What is it, lout?" asked Smooth-voiced girl. "Who is it?" There was silence. Then Henry muttered, "Like he said. No one we would wish to save." Another lady, one who had a soft, kind voice (Gregor suddenly had a flashback to Howard) said, "Now now Henry. You said you wouldn't pick and choose this time." This time? Gregor got a bad feeling. Henry, however, didn't seem to care and knocked on Gregor's door.

"Friend or Foe?" Henry asked coolly. Gregor, determined to piss Henry off at least a little, said, as loudly as he could without hurting his throat, "I should ask the same thing. Or, a better question. What the hell are you doing alive, Henry, you backstabbing, black-blooded-" He was cut off by Smooth-voiced girl who was laughing and applauding.

"I don't care what you say, Henry. I like this guy. We're taking him, and the flier, whether you like it or not." Henry stammered, but no one cared, for the door opened and light flooded into the small, cold room. Gregor gasped, staring at the people who were saving his life and sanity.

Henry stood there, with a light beard and looking rather thin, wearing the same clothes that he was wearing when he fell, only they were much more ragged, and mended in some places with a weird, greenish fiber. Next to him was a brown bat, who was looking at him with kind, worried eyes. A black-haired, golden eyed girl wearing clean, gray pants and a gray shirt that, intentionally or not, exposed her flat, pale stomach, obviously a Halflander and about the same age as Gregor, stood in the doorway, a white bat standing behind her. For some reason, Gregor came to the sudden conclusion that this girl was the Smooth voiced one. Her eyes held kindness, sure, but not the same kind as the voice held. Then another woman came out of the shadows. She was an Underlander, with deep violet eyes and pale blonde hair down to her waist, and was wearing a long, gray sleeveless dress. Behind her was a black bat, like Ares. Henry sighed.

"Alright. We'll take him along, but I am drawing the line with Ares." The black bat behind the kind voiced woman gasped, turned to the right end of the hallway where Ares cell was and went to it. Henry sighed loudly, impatiently and grabbed Gregor's arm. As he pulled him up, he muttered, "Alright, Overlander. You are coming with us." Before Gregor could say anything, voices, Gnawer voices, started echoing from down the hallway, to the left. Henry cursed. But before he could say anything, a young, high voice screamed.

"MA-MAAAAA! MA-MAAAAAA!" The kind-voiced woman gasped.

"Henry! The voice of a child! It comes from just over here!" She ran to the door a few feet to the left, right next to Ares door. She took out a lock pick and opened the door in about 10 seconds. The voices were getting closer.

The woman reached low as Boots ran into her arms, sobbing. Gregor's heart stopped. He slumped onto the floor and burst into tears. It was too much for him.

Henry grabbed his head in exasperation. "This is a disaster! Get Boots, Kendra! Chloe! Get the Overlander! We need to get out of here. NOW."

Gregor found he could say nothing. He tried, but it was as if the words were trapped within him. Or there were no words for him to grasp.

The black bat continued to whisper to Ares for another couple of seconds, then grabbed the smooth-voiced lady and threw her onto her back. The brown flier, Chloe, gently picked up Gregor and placed him on her back as Kendra leapt onto the black flier. Gregor, doing the math, realized this must be Gaia. And the white bat, the husky-voiced lady's bat, that must be Aphrodite.

Horror gripped him as they all sped away from those accursed rooms. They were speeding away from more then that. They were speeding away from Ares. Tears filled Gregor's eyes as Chloe sped him away from his bond. The smooth-voiced lady noticed this, and whispered, "I saw some Regalian troops coming this way. Ares will undoubtedly be free in at least 10 minutes." Gregor wanted to ask why she and the others had freed him if help had been coming, but once again, he was unable. "By the way," she said, "I am she called Noah. And you are…?" She looked at him expectedly. Gregor, despite all that had happened in these last months, wanted to tell her his name. But, once again, he couldn't. He opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. Noah looked slightly confused, then Henry said, awkwardly, "His name is Gregor. And the little girl is Margaret, or Boots." Gregor was surprised Henry had remembered Boots nickname, much less her real one. Noah smiled.

"Well then, it's nice to meet you, Gregor. Welcome to our colony." Gregor was a little confused. Henry sighed and said, "Our colony is known in Regalia as The Lost. We are more of a legend really. Personally, I'd like to call this place Amestris, stretch our imaginations, make us a state like Regalia, but noooo, we have to keep on calling it 'The Lost Colony'." Aphrodite snorted.

"Yes, well. This is it, Gregor the Overlander." laughed Aphrodite. They rose over a hill, and Gregor saw the home of the Lost. Little did he know that this place before him would be his home for the next 4 years.