I don't own Gargoyles. Only the stone and the temple are mine.
Chapter One- The Stone
Macbeth carefully navigated his way to the chamber in the center of the ancient temple in a South American jungle. He had heard stories, as well as read about, of a stone that could grant one wish to anyone who could reach it. His intention was to wish for his eternal link to Demona to be gone so that he could age and die. I'll be able to live out my life and die in peace. I doubt Demona will be happy when she eventually starts to age, but I cannot ask her for her opinion since she'll try to kill me the moment she sees me.
He smirked to himself. For someone who wants to live, she makes the poor decision to attack the one person who ties her to life. He entered a chamber with three different tunnels. The people who built the temple wouldn't make the left or center tunnels lead to the stone. They certainly set plenty of booby traps on the way to this chamber. In that case, I'll take the right tunnel.
He did so and as he walked, he noticed the tunnel curving to the left-toward the center! He had made the correct choice! He would soon be mortal again! He quickened his pace; there were no concerns of more traps since the ones he spotted and avoided were more than sufficient to keep the stone safe. He saw an opening at the end and went through it to see a large and beautiful room. An equally large and beautiful white stone sat on a pedestal in the center.
He approached it and put one hand on it. If he remembered correctly, he must speak the incantation and concentrate on his wish. He closed his eyes and began chanting in Spanish while trying to frame his wish. For some reason, images of Demona in her human form and her gargoyle form flashed through his mind. He was even thinking of the time he saw her change from human to gargoyle.
The stone began to glow and the glow spread to his hand and then his entire body. He removed his hand and the glow faded from both the stone and himself. He looked at the stone and then his hand. Did it work? I don't know if it did, but something happened. Either way, my one wish has been used. I'll return to Manhattan, try to kill myself, and try to find another way to break the link if I die and revive. Macbeth left the chamber and headed for the main tunnel. There were some rather nasty traps to kill thieves and he intended to deliberately set one off to see if he would really die. He skirted around certain traps until he came upon the classic poison dart trap. He avoided the trap until he was in front of it. He took one step forward to trigger the first dart. A small feathered wooden dart shot out of it hidden spot and struck him right in the heart. The poison immediately took effect and Macbeth felt the world spin around him as he slumped to the floor. His vision went black and he heard his heart beat and stop: Macbeth died right there in the corridor.
His heart beating again was the first sound Macbeth heard. The sound of his breath was the next one. He opened his eyes and as he sat up, he removed the dart from his chest. He survived a lethal dart attack and served to tell him that his wish didn't work. He was still immortal and linked to Demona. It seems I will be scouring my books when I return home. Macbeth exited the temple and used his remote control to bring his air ship down so that he could board it and return home.
The sun was still high when Macbeth returned to his castle. He descended and exited the ship before heading for the library and to a table covered with old scrolls and books on magical objects. He sat down and resumed looking through the book that told him about the stone. He searched through the afternoon, stopping to prepare some dinner and watch the sunset. He ate lightly and then sat in his favorite armchair to watch the sun set out a nearby window. This was his favorite time of day, even after he found out that he had married his enemy. I should return to Paris so that I can file for a divorce. I think I'll go pack now. He stood up as the sun dipped below the horizon.
A bolt of pain ran through his body. He stopped where he was and doubled over as a stabbing was felt in his stomach. He groaned in pain and then screamed when a fiery pain raced along his spine. His legs were also aflame with agony. He furthermore heard cloth tearing despite the pain. The pain ended and he took deep breaths until he was breathing normally. As he breathed, he felt a weight on his shoulders rising and falling in time with his breaths. He looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened.
He had wings! A pair of leathery bat-like wings protruded from his back. No, not bat wings-gargoyle wings! He raised a hand to see if they were real, but stopped when he saw a light brown four-fingered gargoyle hand. He lowered the hand and his gaze.
He was a gargoyle! He stood on a pair of light brown talon feet that had torn open his boots and the lower part of his pants had torn due to his heels being off the ground as well as larger leg muscles. He could see that the end of his…tail ended in a club. He used his hands to feel his face and head. Hmm, no horns and my mouth is still on my face indicating that I have no beak. His claws brushed over a pointed ear as he pondered over how this happened.
Wait! The stone! I had been thinking about Demona when I had been chanting. The spell and stone somehow read my mind and thought I was wishing to be a gargoyle at night. He cursed Demona and himself. If he hadn't fallen for her human form, he wouldn't have been thinking about her when he chanted the spell. Is there a way to reverse this? Surely the people who owned the stone had a way to reverse a wish gone wrong. He stumbled out of the room, unused to walking on the balls of his feet.
He made it to the table in the library and turned back to the page about the stone. He read it over carefully and concluded that the only way was for someone else to wish him back to being fully human using the same stone. That means I have to find someone who knows about me and gargoyles and ask for their help. Fortunately, I know just whom I can ask for help.