Disclaimer: I don't own Gargoyles, but don't sue me 'cause this story is written for entertainment purposes only.

A.N.- the first few paragraphs takes place a few years before the Manhattan clan wakes up, just so you know.

Chapter 1

A sea-blue hatchling cooed happily in the arms of her caretaker. Who was she to know that in a few minutes a tragic event would occur that would shape her life or that she would be taught to think and act with hatred toward those gargoyles were supposed to protect? How could she know the confusion she would feel in later years?

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the rookery door and the hatchling's caretaker threw her into a nearby closet and shut the door. For a few minutes, the frightened hatchling heard bangs and screams and roars; then there was silence. She began to whimper, for, somehow, this silence was more frightening than the noise.

A lone gargress stood in the middle of the rookery. Darn, those Hunters! She was just about to win these gargoyles over and they destroyed even the hatchlings! She would make them pay for this, oh yes; they would pay. Suddenly, she heard a soft whimpering coming from a closet. She moved the body of one of the dead gargoyles and opened the closet door. What she saw surprised her, for there was a sea-blue hatchling with purple hair.

"Come here, little one," she said in a soft voice, "Demona will take good care of you."

Years later, the hatchling glided through the air, only she was a young gargress now of about 16 gargoyle years. She was headed for the museum to get some thing Demona needed for her latest plot to destroy those stinking creatures in the city below. Of course, no one could see the gargoyle; for she was wearing a cloaking device that Demona had given her.

That just goes to show, she thought, that if those other gargoyles hadn't opposed Demona they might never been discovered. Don't they know that everything she does is for the good of the gargoyle race? Don't they remember what humans did to their clan? Why do they continue to protect those treacherous creatures? Why do they betray their own kind?

She was thinking about this so hard the she didn't see that she was about to crash into the wall of Castle Wyvern.

A.N.- short I know, but this seemed the best place to end the chapter. Next chapter will be longer, I promise. Please tell what you think.