All the characters appearing in Gargoyles and Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles are copyright Buena Vista Television/The Walt Disney Company. No infringement of these copyrights is intended, and is not authorized by the copyright holder. All original characters are the property of SN.

Note: I'm disregarding the events in the "Goliath Chronicles", with the exception of "The Journey" because I do not wish to use the rest of the "Goliath Chronicles" as canon to my story. This story takes place one week after "War's End".

She's Out There

By SN/TVfan

Email: Sam_Nary

Edinburgh, Scotland, UK

Macbeth sighed heavily as he placed his bags down on the bed of his hotel room. It felt good to be back in Scotland. He was tired of always having to watch his back in case Demona would come hunting for him. Not that he didn't fear her, but that he was tired of having to be drawn into her battles. His mind also played on an old conversation he'd had with Detective Maza and the gargoyle Goliath.

'Very foolish, Detective. The spell that links Demona and myself makes it impossible for us to die by anyone else's hands but our own.'

'I was counting on that. Killing Demona temporarily was the only way to keep you two from doing yourselves in permanently.'

'You should thank her, Macbeth. Elisa saved your life.'

'A sad, endless existence I'm doomed to face alone.'

'You may have been a victim of Demona's treachery and deceit, but, in a strange way, she's done you a favor. At least now you know you're capable of love, the kind of love that makes life worthwhile. Search for that love, Macbeth. She's out there. Just make sure that, next time, you get a good look at her at night.'

"Maybe away from Demona and her evil," Macbeth thought, "I can find this love that Goliath refers to. The love that he has found."

Macbeth looked down at the bags on the bed. He then turned to look out the large window on the wall. The sun had not entirely set yet. He decided to go for a short walk before dinner.

A pair of dark eyes watched a middle aged man leave one of Edinburgh's best hotels. The eyes noted the man's appearance. While the man was definitely middle aged, the man seemed to be as fit as any twenty year old athlete. He wore a large black trench coat, but left it unbuttoned, a red wool turtleneck sweater, heavy black boots and a pair of tannish brown trousers. The mind behind those eyes compared the man to one of the dockyard workers, or a fisherman just in from the sea. The man also had a beard that was kept entirely along the lower jaw line. The eyes that watched this man were quite interested.

"I most find out who this man is," the mind behind the eyes thought, "Maybe he will help me."

Macbeth dined alone at a local tavern. It wasn't exactly the best of restaurants compared to what Americans thought made a proper restaurant, but the food was good, and it gave Macbeth the time to think quietly. However, he felt very uneasy.

He knew someone was following him. He felt the presence of another being near him throughout his walk. It was nothing mystical, but more a "sixth sense", like when an old soldier can tell mysteriously when a great battle looms on the horizon. Somehow, though, his thoughts dwelled on this "thing" that was stalking him, if there was anything. His mind had played tricks on him before.

It was late when Macbeth left to return to his hotel. He would focus on his business to get an apartment or some other housing tomorrow. Then he would hunt down this "stalker". As he rounded a bend, several thugs came out of the shadows of a nearby alley, all of them carrying knives.

"Hey there, old timer," one thug said, "Got any money?"

"None that I'd care to give the likes of you," Macbeth answered, "Now, let my pass."

Another thug smiled, "I'm afraid we can't do that! We need the money!"

The eyes that were watching the man earlier did not like what they saw when the man left the tavern. He wasn't drunk, but it was late, and now the man was surrounded by seven or so members of a local gang that had been terrorizing Edinburgh for more than a month. However, some of the man's reactions to these thugs weren't exactly what she expected.

"I don't want to harm you," the man warned the thugs, "Let me pass."

"You're warning us?!" one of the thugs mocked, "Take him!"

One of the thugs thrust out his knife at the man. Strangely, the man dodged the attack, grabbed the man's arm at his elbow and forearm and then threw him into another of the attacking criminals. But there were still five more, and this man surely couldn't take them all on!

"Hang on sir! I'll help you!"

Macbeth's years of experience in battle against men with swords, guns, and even high powered lasers gave him an edge over these thugs. Each of them looked like they were either teenagers or in their very early twenties. Macbeth assumed that these thugs assumed that he was just your average old mad leaving a bar. Macbeth made short work of the first two, by catching one's attack and throwing him into another of the gang members.

He was about to turn toward his next knife wielding attacker when he heard a voice cry, "Hang on sir! I'll help you!"

Macbeth pretty much ignored it. The voice startled his attackers, who immediately looked up to see where the voice was coming from. Macbeth took the opportunity the nail one of them with a right hook. The man dropped his knife. He then heard screams of terrified men behind him and turned to see something he'd hoped to avoid.

A tall female, forest green gargoyle stood behind him. She held two of his attackers in her hands while she held another with her tail. All of them were struggling to break free. None were successful. The fourth thug was running off into the night. The gargoyle laid the three thugs on the ground, all of whom had apparently fainted at the sight of her.

"You gotta be more careful, sir," the gargoyle said.

Macbeth just looked at the gargoyle. She was covered in forest green skin, and her wings were shaped much like Goliath's. Her head and face was deceptively human like. Her brow-ridge was hardly noticeable, she had no horns, and the only blatant gargoyle appendage on her head was her pointed ears. Her hair was also a reddish-blond mix.

"You were following me," Macbeth accused.

The gargoyle blushed, "Yes, I- uh- I was. I saw you walking earlier, and I am curious. I've rarely seen a man such as you."

"There are no other men such as me, I assure you," Macbeth said, "Has someone named you yet?"

"No," the gargoyle sighed, "I've been all alone since I was a hatchling."

"Yet you speak English quite well," Macbeth commented.

"Just because I was abandoned doesn't mean I was unable to learn anything," the gargoyle answered, "Once I learned to glide I traveled throughout Great Britain. I've seen the college at Oxford. Very interesting place."

Macbeth looked down and sighed, "Why were you following me?"

"I told you, I am curious about you," the gargoyle answered, "You look like a middle aged man, but yet you have the build of an athlete."

"I am neither middle aged nor an athlete," Macbeth sighed, and began to walk away.

"Hey!" the gargoyle called after him, "Then what are you? What's your name? I'm curious and would like to know more about you."

Macbeth glared at the young gargoyle, "Madam, the last female gargoyle I trusted, betrayed me to and caused the deaths of my family and inadvertently her own clan as well. There is only one group of gargoyles that I can trust with my life, and they live in New York City."

"You lost your family too?" the gargoyle asked.

"Yes," Macbeth sighed, "No good night."

The gargoyle watched Macbeth walk away. There seemed to be a lot of sadness in his voice. The gargoyle felt solidarity with this man. He had no family, like she had no family. She had to know more about him. She began scaling the wall of a near by building, and once on its roof, she leapt off of it and glided after the man.

When Macbeth returned to his hotel room, he found the gargoyle female standing outside the window, tapping on the glass. He growled silently to himself and opened it. The gargoyle jumped in.

"You are becoming annoying," Macbeth told her.

"I'm sorry, but I must know more about you," the gargoyle said, "I'm sorry about your family and what this other gargoyle did to you. I can help you hunt her down if you like?"

Macbeth smiled weakly, "She is out of your league. I'd presume to simply keep as much room between me and her as possible."

"Then maybe you could help me?" the gargoyle asked, "I've been searching for my family ever since I was a hatchling, and since you've met gargoyles before, perhaps you could help me find them."

Macbeth sighed, "And then you'll leave me alone?"

The gargoyle nodded.

"Very well," Macbeth gave in, "I'll help you find your family. You will need a name though. I can not just call you gargoyle."

"You go ahead," the gargoyle said smiling, "I'm not very good with names."

"How about Chloe? I hear that name is popular nowadays," Macbeth answered.

"Chloe it is," the gargoyle answered, "So now tell me your name."

Macbeth sighed. His name would probably knock her for a loop.

"Do you know who Shakespeare is?" Macbeth asked.

"Yes?" Chloe answered curiously, "Is that your name?"

Macbeth chuckled, "No, my name is NOT Shakespeare. But, my name is the title of one of his plays." Macbeth then muttered under his breath, "Damn bard never could get history right."

"You're Caesar?" Chloe asked.

Macbeth slapped his hand to his face in annoyance, "NO! Caesar was an ancient Roman! They believed beards were unsanitary! I have a beard! Would I have a beard if I were an ancient Roman?"

"Then what is your name," Chloe demanded, "I don't want to guess."

"My name is MACBETH!" Macbeth said arrogantly.

"Macbeth was the name of a play?" Chloe asked.

"Were hatched this stupid? Or are you simply illiterate?" Macbeth sighed, "I am Macbeth. King of Scotland from 1040 to 1057 when I was "killed" by Malcolm Canmore!"

"What do you mean "killed"? If you were alive in 1040, you have to be a ghost," Chloe stated, "Not even gargoyles live that long.

Macbeth sighed again. The gargoyle, Chloe, as he named her, was beginning to drive him crazy.

"Do you know of the third race?" Macbeth sighed.

Chloe shook her head.

"There are three races to this world, Chloe," Macbeth stated, "Humans, gargoyles, and Oberon's Children. Oberon's Children are the third race. They are creatures of magic. Three of Oberon's Children, the Weird Sisters, cast a spell that links me for all eternity with the gargoyle that betrayed me. I can not die until I kill her in combat or she kills me."

"So when did this gargoyle betray you?" Chloe asked, "I've been all alone for so long, I've only been able to pick English. I only knew that Caesar was one of Shakespeare's plays because on one of my adventures I saw a group of people act out that particular play in London. I've also had no formal education otherwise. I didn't know there was a play called Macbeth, and you'll have to forgive me, but until tonight, I had no idea there was a man named Macbeth."

Macbeth looked at Chloe for a second. This gargoyle had no clan and was all alone looking for one. She had no education. It was stupid of him to snap at her, but sometimes he knew that his own loneliness got in the way of seeing that anyone else was truly alone.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," Macbeth sighed, "I'll help you find your clan and family. The gargoyle is named Demona, I, uh, heh, heh, named her in fact, and she betrayed me in 1057, the year that I 'died'."

"I take no offense," Chloe answered, "I am curious about you, because I've rarely seen anyone like you, Macbeth, and you also seemed sad to me when we were on the street. Sadness can make anyone grouchy."

"You seem awfully philosophical for one who's been abandoned," Macbeth commented.

"I found a washed out copy of Marcus Aurelius's Meditations in a garbage dump in Bath," Chloe answered, "It was the only place I could hide."

"Who taught you to read?" Macbeth asked.

"My parents did," Chloe answered, "There were only us three in my 'clan' and they taught me to read before I was 'abandoned'. But I think something happened to my family. I can remember them. They would just up and abandon me."

"I see," Macbeth nodded, "We can begin looking tomorrow night. I have some affairs I must tie up here in Edinburgh tomorrow. Then I think our best course of action is to make a short trip toLondon."

"London?" Chloe asked.

"Aye, I've met a gargoyle named Griff in New York," Macbeth said placing his bags on the floor near his bed, "He had a friend with him, whom I will explain some other time, who said that Griff came from London. If one gargoyle lives there, there are surely to be more."

Hidden Office, Several Blocks Away

A heavy set man sat behind a large desk watching a computer screen. The screen showed images of Macbeth's battle with the thugs from earlier. This man did not look pleased.

"Macbeth has returned the United Kingdom," the man growled.

A small hunched over and gaunt man ambled up next to him, "He's also apparently allied himself with a new gargoyle."

"Yes," the fat man answered, "But that is not Demona. But the gargoyle is not our concern. Our concern is Macbeth. If Macbeth unites with Pendragon, then there will be an alliance of timeless kings that we can not stop here. If their alliance holds it will mean the discovery of Merlin."

"And if Merlin is found, your plans are essentially dead," the gaunt man added.

The fat man's eyes narrowed, "That will not happen."

Apartment Complex, The Next Day

"This the only apartment we have available with skylights and access to the roof, sir," the apartment manager said, "It's not very big, but it's comfortable."

"It will do," Macbeth answered.

"If I may ask," the manager said, "Why do you want a room with access to the roof? You plan on committing suicide on me?"

"No," Macbeth sighed, "Let's just say, I like to look at the night sky."

The manager smiled, "Then I guess I'll leave you to it then. Rent is due every second Thursday of each month. I have your down payment, so you're good till next month."

With that the manager left. Macbeth looked around the small apartment. Not exactly what he was used to, but building a mansion here would take time, and it would not entirely be expected. Most rich people in the UK tended to be around London. Like most rich people in the US tended to be around Washington DC, New York, Boston, and Chicago.

Chloe awoke at sunset like all gargoyles did, and spotted the man, she learned to be Macbeth, standing by a car parked at a corner a few blocks away. She immediately glided down to him.

"Good evening, Chloe," Macbeth said politely, "Now hope in. I can drive faster than you can glide."

"Are we going to find my family?" Chloe asked.

"Yes," Macbeth answered, "I promised you that I would help you find your family. I have never broken a promise."

"Will you tell me more about yourself?" Chloe asked, "I'm still very curious about you."

Macbeth sighed, "Yes, but don't get personal. There are some things that I will not talk about."

A man standing on a far roof watched the forest green gargoyle female jump into Macbeth's car. He wore a black hood and cloak. A solid black mask covered his face, and the cloak covered the rest of his clothing. He pulled out a small cell phone and dialed a number.

"Sir, Macbeth and his gargoyle friend have just left Edinburgh in a white BMW," the man said.

"He is obviously preparing to meet with Pendragon in London," came an answer through the phone, "Follow him. Don't let Macbeth meet Pendragon and if you fail don't let either begin a combined search for Merlin. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," the hooded man said.

Macbeth drove the car quietly down the roads of the UK. He had urged that Chloe keep her head down. Despite the Hunters's actions in New York three years ago, few people outside of New York believed in gargoyles.

"So who is this friend we're going to meet?" Chloe asked.

"He's really more of an acquaintance, actually," Macbeth answered, "Have you heard the legend of King Arthur Pedragon?"

"No," Chloe sighed.

"After the Roman Empire abandoned the province of Britannia to the barbarians, England was left to defend itself, and descended back into tribal warfare," Macbeth explained, "Arthur Pendragon is 'said' to have pulled the sword Excalibur from a sacred stone and united all of England. He had his castle at Camelot from where he ruled. He also made many trips to London as well, since it was part of his kingdom. But then the Saxons came in full force and drove Arthur's soldiers and knights farther from eastern Britain and London toward Camelot. Pedragon and his knights fought bravely, and he held out around Camelot for a long time, partially because a half-fey wizard, known as Merlin helped him as his chief advisor."

"What happened to King Arthur?" Chloe asked.

"I can not entirely be certain," Macbeth answered, "Some legends say, Arthur left England to deal with one of his knights that had an affair with his wife. Some say he continued to fight the Saxons. Some say that he and Merlin were also challenged by another half-fey wizard who had sided with the forces of evil. Either way, Arthur ended up gravely wounded and was escorted to the island castle ofAvalon, where he rested in an immortal sleep. He was immortal so long as he slept. Pendragon has since awakened, and has knighted an English gargoyle named Griff. As far as I know they are searching for Merlin, but Griff's clan should prove helpful."

"They're looking for Merlin?" Chloe asked, "Is he cursed like you are?"

"Merlin is a half-fey," Macbeth stated, "It is quite possible that he is immortal. It wouldn't be the first time that a 'human' wizard has figured out immortality."

"Is Arthur an ancestor of yours? Aren't all kings descended from the kings who come before them?" Chloe asked.

"Yes, most kings of specific nations are the descendents of kings that came before them, but they are only the descendents of their nation's past kings," Macbeth answered, "Arthur's kingdom was in England. Scotland and England weren't united until after the reign of Queen Elizabeth the First, and she was around long after I 'was'. I am descended of Scottish Kings, while Arthur is probably the ancestor of English Kings and Queens. Arthur and I are not related."

London

Una looked out the window of the small shop that she and Leo ran.

"Have Griff and Arthur returned yet?" Leo asked from behind her.

"No, they are still going throughout London looking for Merlin," Una answered, "I'm getting the feeling that Merlin isn't here."

"We can't leave London," Leo sighed, "This shop is our protectorate as London is Griff's. Merlin has to be here. Why would he leave here?"

"Maybe Arthur should have pressed this Macbeth character to help him," Una answered, "Business is going slower than normal, and Arthur could look twice as fast with Macbeth than he could with Griff."

"Yeah," Leo agreed, putting a hand on Una's shoulder, "But this 'Macbeth' also said he was a king himself. I doubt that Arthur and he would have gotten along."

Una sighed again, as the door to the shop opened and the two gargoyles then turned to serve their next customer.

It was nearly three in the afternoon when Macbeth's car finally came to a stop in a parking garage in London. He had covered Chloe's body with a heavy wool blanket. He told any people that walked by that it was merely his daughter catching some rest. Hopefully Arthur and his friends knew where Chloe's family was.

A Hidden London Business Office

The hooded man entered what was a lavish business office. He walked slowly, and his cloak still covered any other clothing he wore. A woman with raven black hair glared at him from behind a desk.

"You know who I feel about members of your order," she snarled at the hooded man.

"Calm yourself, Morgan," the hooded man chuckled, "Both of us want the same thing. We are allies, despite your opinion."

"My alliance with you is only because our mutual dependence of Arthur not finding Merlin," Morgan growled.

The hooded man sighed, "Macbeth is back in the UK. You may not trust or enjoy my company, but you do know what could happen if Macbeth and Arthur were ally themselves with each other, don't you?"

Morgan's eyes narrowed, "What do you want?"

"I'd say a legion of your hired goons should do the trick," the hooded man answered.

Roof of the London Parking Garage

Macbeth led Chloe up to the roof of the parking garage shortly after nightfall.

"I know where Arthur and Griff meet usually, so all you need to do is glide," Macbeth instructed, "I'll give you directions."

Chloe nodded, "Okay."

Macbeth waited for a few seconds and then said, "You can pick me up anytime now. I can't fly or glide on my own."

He heard Chloe growl at something, and turned to see a man in a hood and cloak, surrounded by about thirty men in black spandex. The men in spandex weren't armed and wore visors over their eyes. The hooded man held a long broadsword.

"Greetings Macbeth, welcome back to the United Kingdom," the hooded man said, "To bad you'll be leaving in pieces!"

Griff glided lazily above London. King Arthur was close behind, using a special hang glider made to support him and his armor.

Suddenly Arthur called out to him, "Griff, does something look amiss to you?"

Griff scanned the horizon, and was about to say no when he saw what looked like a battle below them on what appeared to be a parking garage.

"Yeah, that battle down there," Griff answered, "That sort of thing normally doesn't happen in the modern UK."

"We should investigate," Arthur said, "One looks like a gargoyle, and the other looks like Macbeth."

As they came closer, Griff got a better look. Macbeth and a gargoyle female were battling a group of people in black spandex and a man with a hood and cloak.

"Yeah, it is Macbeth," Griff added, "And he's being attacked by Morgan's men!"

"Who are these men?" Chloe yelled.

"I don't know," Macbeth answered, "It has been awhile since I was in the UK."

The hooded man suddenly motioned the men spandex to move away from Macbeth.

"I am a member of the Knights of Canmore, Macbeth," the hooded men said, "And these are the Dark Warriors of Morgan Le Fey. We can not allow you and Pendragon to find Merlin."

"Then I guess you are my enemy too!" came Griff's voice.

Suddenly Griff came from nowhere and landed on top of the hooded man. Losing his sword, the hooded man reached into his cloak and pulled out a dagger. Griff, still maneuvering to pick the man off the ground suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ankle. He looked down to see the hooded man's dagger dug completely into it.

"Bloody-," Griff began.

"Come now, there's no cause for that sort of language!" the hooded man teased.

Suddenly another fist came out of nowhere and hit the hooded man squarely in the chin. He stumbled back into a roundhouse kick thrown by Macbeth.

"You attack my knight, you attack me," Arthur warned.

"There are still others!" Macbeth said.

"Yes, quite a battle to be fought," Arthur agreed.

Apparently Morgan Le Fey's goons were not really good at combat. Either they were like the Steel Demonas that the Mage and Demona created that depended on the sorceress giving them direct aide in the battle, or her hiring standards were lower than Xanatos's! Unfortunately three of Morgan's thugs were able to escape with the hooded man. Macbeth pulled a long rope of heavy cable out of the trunk of his car.

"So what brings you to London, Macbeth?" Arthur asked.

"Her," Macbeth answered pointing to Chloe, "I found her in Scotland. She has lost her clan and family. I have agreed to help her find them. I thought that since you Griff said you were from London, I figured there must be more gargoyles here and that maybe they have seen some gargoyles that might look like Chloe, here."

"I haven't seen any others," Griff replied, "But then Arthur and I have been tramping around one end of the UK to the other trying to find Merlin. Una and Leo might have seen some. Shoot, some might have come into the shop."

Macbeth looked at the men who were tied up, "The hooded 'Knight of Canmore' said he could allow Arthur and me to find Merlin. Do you know anything about that?"

"I thought we were looking for my family?" Chloe interrupted, she then paused and looked at Griff and Arthur, "Are you King Arthur?"

Arthur bowed politely, "Yes madam, and this my knight, Sir Griff."

"This is Chloe," Macbeth informed them, "And yes we are still looking for your family, but if Morgan Le Fey and these 'Knights of Canmore' think we are searching for Merlin with Arthur, they will not stop until we are dead."

"So now we're looking for Merlin?" Chloe asked.

"For the time being apparently," Macbeth sighed, and then muttered to himself, "I came back to Europe to get some peace and quiet."

"Una and Leo might still have some clues about your family," Grief consoled her, "They might be able to give you some clues as to where they could be."

Una and Leo's Shop

Leo and Una were both in the back room tending to some of their extra stock when they heard the door open. They immediately went to tend to the customer when they saw that Griff and Arthur had returned early from their patrol. What surprised Una the most was that they had brought along two surprises. One human male and a gargoyle female.

The man was similar to Arthur in the since that he looked middle aged but yet appeared to be as fit as any athlete. However, the man's hair was entirely grey while Arthur's was a mix of brown and grey. This man's beard was also much shorter than Arthur's and confined to the bottom of his chin and lower jaw line. Unlike Arthur, who wore his medieval armor during patrol, this man was dressed in what a modern commando would wear, plus a heavy black trench coat.

The gargoyle female was obviously a Scottish gargoyle, and Una noticed that she clung to the man like a puppy. Una also noted that this female looked nervous.

"Calm yourself, young one," Una sighed, "I am Una, this is Leo and you've already met our friend Griff and his friend Arthur."

"Sir Griff," Griff corrected.

"You're taking this knight thing too seriously," Leo joked.

Griff only 'humphed' at the comment.

The man stepped forward and began talking, he sounded vaguely like Sean Connery to Una.

"I am Macbeth, Ms. Una, this is Chloe," Macbeth stated, "I was wondering if you might be able to answer some questions for us."

Una looked to Griff and Arthur, who both smiled and nodded.

"Alright then Macbeth, may we just go into the back room for some privacy?" Una offered, "Most of our customers believe that our appearance is a costume."

Macbeth and Chloe nodded and followed Arthur, Griff, Una, and Leo into the back room.

Morgan's Office

Morgan Le Fey was not pleased when her special warriors came in carrying the hooded man unconscious.

"Get some smelling sauce," Morgan ordered, "I want to have a word with him before I kill him."

One of her warriors bowed and nervously left the room. He returned about five minutes later with a small vial in his hands. Morgan snatched it from him and placed the whole vial under the hooded man's nose. He quickly awakened.

"Wha- Where am I?" the hooded man stuttered.

"You're back in my office, after you failed to not only kill Macbeth, but failed to at least keep him from meeting Arthur," Morgan growled.

"Damn," the hooded man muttered to himself.

"Damn is right!" Morgan sneered, "For failing me, you will die."

"Is that how you treat all who fail you?" the hooded man asked.

"And those that oppose me," Morgan sneered again, "Your order has more than enough 'knights' to consider the loss of one to be only a minor loss."

Morgan Le Fey turned to a hidden compartment in her desk. From it she pulled a long sword. She raised it and brought it down, but the hooded man rolled on the floor and avoided the killing blow.

"Hm, I'm afraid that I can not allow you to kill me, Morgan," the hooded man said, "I was given a mission, and I intend to carry it out. I will kill Macbeth. I don't think he is looking for Merlin, so I don't think either of us are truly in danger! Bye bye!"

With that, the hooded man sprinted toward the large glass windows and jumped through them, shattering glass as he went. When Morgan arrived she watched the man parachute down to earth using his cloak as a parachute.

"Just because he isn't looking for Merlin, doesn't mean he may find Merlin!" Morgan thought to herself angrily, "We will meet again Knight of Canmore. You failed me. You failed your order, you will DIE!"

Una and Leo's Shop

"I'm sorry Miss Chloe," Una sighed, "Other than Griff, we haven't seen another gargoyle in years. The only other ones were Scottish, but they were here over three years ago, and the female was the male's daughter. Other then them and Griff we have never seen another gargoyle."

Chloe looked ready to dissolve into tears, "So we came all this way for nothing?"

"Perhaps not," Arthur answered, "We must find Merlin. Once we find him, he might be able to find them."

"I would personally like to learn more about these Knights of Canmore," Macbeth growled, "They obviously think I'm a threat to them, and if their involved with your old foe, Morgan Le Fey, then we're all in trouble."

The Scottish king then chuckled slightly.

"What is it?" Arthur asked.

"I came back to the UK to get away from this sort of business," Macbeth chuckled, "but never the less, I must know more about these Knights of Canmore, and if necessary, defeat them."

"Knights of Canmore?" Leo repeated, with wide eyes and then padded over to a corner of the room.

He soon returned with a stack of newspapers.

"The Knights of Canmore are a secret terrorist organization," Leo said, "It's been in all the papers here in London. From what you've told us, you've been in America, and while terrorists are universal, the Americans are more concerned about the Middle East than Scotland."

"America doesn't get its oil from Scotland," Macbeth chuckled, "And what do you mean these Knights of Canmore are terrorists?"

"I've been reading the London Times ever since I could read," Leo continued, "The Knights of Canmore have been around since the 1950's. Their real goal, if there is one is a separate Scottish kingdom ruled by the descendants of Malcolm Canmore. If you thought the terrorists in Ireland were bad, you haven't seen these guys! They've bombed buildings, murdered people, manipulated others, and on top of all that have formed an official political party, the Scot's First Party."

"Are you saying they're starting a civil war?" Chloe asked.

"No," Leo answered, "That's what the papers say. The Knights of Canmore are terrorizing Scotland to get them to start a new war. Most of their victims have been Scottish. I think they might also be involved in some dark magic too."

"Why do you think that?" Una asked.

"Morgan Le Fey," Arthur growled, "These Knights of Canmore must know something about Dark Magic if they're willing to do business with her."

"The question is why," Griff said, "Morgan is quite happy with Scotland being part of the United Kingdom. What does she have to gain by helping them or allowing them to help her."

"Here's another question for you," Macbeth added, "Why do these Knights of Canmore want an independent Scotland now? The current 'English' royalty is descended from both Englishmen and Scotsmen. And why would they want to put a descendant of Malcolm Canmore on the throne of their new Scotland? The only known Canmores are in American prisons."

"I don't know," Leo answered, "All I know is what I've read. If you want to know more about these Knights of Canmore, I think we'd best find this hooded man you were talking about."

"He might know, or at least have some clues to where Merlin is," Arthur nodded.

"And more importantly, I'll get some answers," Macbeth added again.

An Underground London Bar

It was just after dawn when the hooded man came in, obviously trying to keep from being seen. His hood however was now pulled down. A waitress led him to a corner both. There waited a young woman with black hair wearing camouflage pants and a black tee-shirt.

"Macbeth has linked with Pendragon," the hooded man growled.

"Knight Superior will not be pleased with your failure, Knight Night," the woman warned.

"Aye," Knight Night agreed, "And I've also managed to worsen our relations with Morgan Le Fey. I need to find Macbeth's whereabouts. I can still be successful in our organization if I kill him."

"You have iron weapons?" the woman asked.

"Yes," Knight Night answered.

"Then we have nothing to fear from Le Fey," the woman said, "She is half fey and somewhat vulnerable to iron."

"What about Macbeth?" Knight Night demanded.

"There's a shop downtown that is only open at night," the woman said, "If Macbeth has joined Pendragon it is likely that he is there."

"Why do you say that?" Knight Night asked.

"The shop is only open at night," the woman repeated, "I bet that gargoyles run the shop. Macbeth is known for his association with them. Arthur has also been seen with one for the past three years or so."

The hooded man smiled, as the waitress returned and handed them each large mugs filled with the only brand of beer the bar carried.

Le Fey Industries

"Are you sure it was a good idea to come here?" Macbeth asked, "She is your worst enemy?"

"I may not be a good idea, but she may know where this hooded Knight of Canmore is, and if I know Morgan, since he failed to lead her Dark Warriors to victory against us last night, she will want him dead," Arthur said, "It is a 'enemy of my enemy is my friend' situation."

"From the stories I've heard, we should try to enlist the Knights of Canmore to fight Morgan Le Fey," Macbeth answered.

The two men were shown into Morgan's office quietly. Morgan noticed who had come in and nodded, and reminded the assistant that this was to be a private meeting.

"So, Pendragon, who is this new knight of yours here?" Morgan asked in a confident tone.

"I am no one's knight," Macbeth growled back.

"Feisty," Morgan noted, "Hmmm. What you two want?"

"Merlin," Arthur answered, "I want to know what you've done with my teacher. Macbeth here would like to know more about the Knight of Canmore who attacked us last night."

"First of all, I haven't done anything to that old wizard," Morgan said, "Second, I share no likes with the Knights of Canmore. They are a well known terrorist organization."

"Then what was a Knight of Canmore doing with your Dark Warriors?" Arthur asked.

Morgan paused and then smiled, "How do you know they were mine?"

"The Knight of Canmore said they were," Macbeth growled, "We want to know where he his."

Macbeth glanced at Arthur, "We'll deal with you and Merlin later."

"I told you, I don't know where Merlin is," Morgan answered, "And our Knight of Canmore is headed toward a little shop downtown that I'm sure you're both familiar with. Good day."

In a puff of magic, Macbeth and Arthur found themselves back on the street outside Morgan's office building.

Macbeth glared angrily at the building.

"She does that," Arthur said, "We'll probably have to face her later, but she has given us some help."

"Yes, we know we must go back to the shop, and quickly before this Knight of Canmore smashes the gargoyles," Macbeth growled again.

The two medieval kings then proceeded to walk down the London's streets.

Finally Macbeth asked, "That didn't quite seem to be the Morgan Le Fey I remember from legend. What happened to her?"

"Power," Arthur sighed, "While I was asleep, she built up Le Fey Industries, one of the UK's predominant companies. In a sense Morgan and I have swapped places from our medieval battles. Back then, I ruled all Britain and I had my castle at Camelot, while she had to squalor in hiding to escape from being captured or killed. Now she has a multinational corporation at her fingertips and I am stuck in a shop and have to hide much of my identity so that I don't end up in an insane asylum!"

"Welcome to the end of the twentieth century," Macbeth said, "Now come on! We're almost back to the shop."

Outside Leo and Una's Shop

The hooded Knight of Canmore, known as Knight Night found the door locked. To him this confirmed the theory that the shop was run by gargoyles. It wasn't even noon yet. He pulled out a pocket knife and proceeded to pick the lock. The inside of the shop was dark, despite the large windows that let in daylight. Long shelves lined the walls and few tables stood in the doorway. Knight Night saw that there were two other doors on the far wall. One had a bolt lock on his side of the door, and when he opened it, it confirmed that that door was merely a back entrance to an alley behind the shop. The other door had no lock, and that is where he assumed Macbeth, Arthur, and the gargoyles were hiding.

Knight Night was about to kick the door in when he heard a voice behind him.

"I believe you're looking for me," Macbeth said.

Knight Night turned to see Macbeth standing with Arthur in the doorway that he had picked the lock to.

"Aye," Knight Night answered, "You should have stayed in America, Macbeth. It's safer there."

Macbeth charged and talked Knight Night.

"You obviously have never heard of Demona," Macbeth growled.

Arthur quickly shut the door behind them and proceeded to relock it and close the shop's curtains. He turned to see a major boxing match going on behind him. The hooded Knight of Canmore had thrown Macbeth off of him, and got to his feet. Before Macbeth could entirely get back to his feet, the Knight of Canmore nailed him with a left cross.

"What is your name villain?" Arthur demanded from the sidelines.

The Knight of Canmore stood proudly, "I am called Knight Night. I title I earned by executing the Knights of Canmore's most dangerous missions at night."

"Missions?" Macbeth yelled, punching the man in the stomach, "You talk as if this were a war! There is no civil war going on in the United Kingdom. In terms of royalty, Queen Elizabeth II is descended from both Mary Queen of Scots and the English King Henry VIII, although much of it is an indirect ancestry. All the people have representation in Parliament. You have no legal right to do what you're doing."

"Oh, and the IRA has the right to do what it does?" Knight Night asked, ducking another of Macbeth's punches.

"The situation in Ireland is different," Macbeth retorted, "Ireland has already been granted independence. They aren't right, but the IRA can be understood, they want a united Ireland, not an Irelanddivided between a British controlled northern sector and the Irish controlled remainder. But killing people for the purposes of terrorism is wrong, no matter what the cause is!"

Knight Night grabbed Macbeth's shoulders and rammed Macbeth's face into his knee. Macbeth fell to the floor, but quickly swung his legs out and tripped Knight Night. Once Knight Night hit the ground, Macbeth then drove his boot into his face. Knight Night then fell unconscious.

"Not exactly the toughest of blokes is he?" Arthur asked.

"Not exactly," Macbeth agreed, "Thank you for not intervening. It would not have been honorable if you did."

"According to all the books I've read about me, I started all the codes of chivalry apparently," Arthur joked, "You don't think I'm going to stop now are you?"

Macbeth chuckled, "Get some rope, we'll tie this guy up, and when the gargoyles awaken, we'll question him."

The gargoyles all awakened on time to see a hooded man, tied to a chair sitting in the room with them. Macbeth and Arthur stood near the door. Arthur had Excalibur drawn and ready. Macbeth had some sort of gun that could 'throw lightning'.

"That's the man that attacked Macbeth and me last night!" Chloe identified.

"Yes, he is," Macbeth said, "He came back before noon today looking for me."

"He's now going to tell us why he's after Macbeth, and any knowledge that the Knights of Canmore have on Merlin's whereabouts," Arthur growled.

"Or what?" Knight Night growled back.

"We don't necessarily have to feed you," Leo stated, "And I'd assume that by failing to keep Macbeth and Arthur apart, you've failed both Le Fey and your own order. They will want to kill you now. If you want to live your best chance is to cooperate with us."

Knight Night looked at Leo, then Una, Griff, and finally Chloe.

"Fine," he muttered, "What do you want first?"

"Why did you attack me and Chloe last night," Macbeth asked, "Why are the Knights of Canmore interested in me?"

"We seek to restore a Canmore a descendent of the greatest kings in Scottish history to his proper throne as the King of Scotland," Knight Night answered, "You, Macbeth, as Canmore's enemy would naturally be an enemy to us. Arthur is also considered an enemy, because of the fact that if he were to find Merlin, our cause wouldn't survive. All our plans would be ruined. We couldn't allow Macbeth and Arthur to work together for the same reason, for it is likely that the two of them could find Merlin easily and resulting in the destruction of our goals."

"Your goals are already destroyed," Griff pointed out, "Macbeth told us that the last surviving Canmores are all in American prisons."

"We can get them out," Knight Night answered confidently.

"Where is Merlin?" Una asked.

"We do not have a definite answer," Knight Night replied, "Our best sources indicate that Le Fey hold him prisoner, but others say he is anywhere in Europe."

"Which means I'll have to look all over Europe and defeat Le Fey," Arthur sighed.

"We'll need to see his organization's sources in order to verify them," Macbeth said, "This 'knight' is no more than a lackey."

"Where is your order's headquarters?" Arthur asked.

"Edinburgh," Knight Night answered.

"I can't leave London unguarded," Griff said.

"Leo and I can't abandon the shop," added Una.

"I must make sure that Le Fey is kept in line," Arthur answered.

"Chloe and I will deal with the Knights of Canmore," Macbeth said, "They are my enemy to begin with, not yours."

"We'll keep in touch with you," Griff offered.

Macbeth only shrugged and motioned for Chloe to follow him when he suddenly turned around and pointed at Chloe, "Have you seen any gargoyles that look like her?"

Knight Night took a look at Chloe and then answered, "I haven't any gargoyles but some other member of my order may have. I've heard rumors."

"Where were they?" Chloe asked.

"The other members bragged about seeing them around Lock Ness," Knight Night answered.

Macbeth and Chloe then walked out, Arthur caught up with them.

"Where are you going?" Arthur asked.

"Chloe and I will return to Edinburgh to deal with the Knights of Canmore, while you, and the London clan remain here to watch Le Fey and any other evils that lurk here," Macbeth said, "Once we've obtained the Knights of Canmore's files on Merlin and destroyed their organization, we will return to London, and you can coordinate your quest to find Merlin."

"Good luck, Macbeth," Arthur offered.

"Ha! I don't believe in luck," Macbeth answered.

The End