THE TRIANGLE CHAPTER 1: DEMONA
By Cosmic Inspiration
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Author's Note: Any events mentioned in my stories at credited to the original writers and artists, such as the Battle of Rathveramoen is from SLG Comics and is credited there, and stories from 'From the Heart' and 'Captive Pursuit' are from TGS and are credited to the TGS staff. The goal of many of my stories is to be faithful to the original series, its 'master plan' and TGS, but it is all my own interpretation. As the disclaimer always says, this author does not own anything about Gargoyles, except my own original characters. I hope you all enjoy.
****Castle Wyvern, 994 CE
"Remember," her love gently rumbled to her as he held her shoulders, "You and I are one. Now and forever."
She knew it to be true deep in her heart for she saw it radiate strongly from his deep soulful eyes, his own heart true that belonged to her and her alone. Yet she still worried for him in his choice to confront their enemies alone instead of with the entire clan, with the exception of the youngest hatchlings and the oldest elders.
Momentary sadness burdened her heart as she watched her love and leader walk away to prepare for his mission, which became quickly replaced by irritated disappointment and anger when he became far from ear shot. It ruined how the plan was supposed to play out, which seemed so perfect and elegant in its simplicity, but her love was too stubborn to see that even if he was unaware of it.
She confronted her would-be ally, the human captain of the castle guard, with this unexpected flaw. The plan only needed to be altered slightly, but what he proposed was pure madness. The Vikings will attack the castle during the day while her clan was in stone sleep, a time that made gargoyles truly vulnerable. She knew this was folly, even with him reassuring her that he swore with his honor he would protect them. She agreed, but she knew she still had to try to convince Goliath to take the rest of the clan with him.
This last scuffle with the humans, although brief, should be enough evidence that no true lasting peace is possible between the clan and them. It was simply unfair to send the inseparable trio of their younger brothers to the rookery when it was all too clear that the humans were the ones at fault.
Again she tried to convince him to take the rest of the clan with him, but he still stubbornly refused even when their horned grey blue brother offered his own assistance. It felt refreshing that he agreed with her to a point about the humans, especially when the castle sorcerer, the Magus, suddenly insulted them yet again. He agreed that the Vikings should take the castle, but she was momentarily aghast at him for suggesting completely abandoning the castle when it was the clan's home for a long time. It was quickly countered by their bearded tan elder as he came up the stairs about a gargoyle's nature to protect.
"A gargoyle can no more stop protecting the castle than breathing the air."
Yes, she remembered that in a way that was what the plan was really about. The clan will soon understand, even her love will understand when it comes to pass.
He told them to stay and keep guard before gently touching her chin between his talons and saying to her, "And you, My Love, I never lose sight of."
The look in his eyes was enough to make her heart ache, and yearn for him as he took to the sky with only the elder by his side as they went in pursuit of their enemies.
As she watched them go, she wondered if she should have tried harder to convince him to take the clan away. Or if perhaps there was another way to work out the plan, wait for another night to carry it out.
No, this will be the only chance they had. The castle had been built on her clan's ancestral home years before, which made it rightfully theirs. The humans were the latecomers and she will have no more of their spiteful contempt and disrespect towards her people. Preserving them and keeping them safe was all that mattered.
Dawn was soon, the clan preparing for the day's rest. She looked down to her grey blue brother and his split winged light brown mate as they went to their turrets. Apprehension had been growing within her since her mate and the elder had left shortly before, a small panic that the plan would not work and she would have to lead the clan away herself.
As she was about to start warning them, the silhouettes and figures of the Vikings caught her eye. It was too late, the plan was beginning. Walking through the castle she saw the rest of the clan prepare for the day, but she would not be joining them this time. She was hesitant but she knew she had to flee.
Gliding down to the shore below the Wyvern Cliffs, she ignored the thoughts in the back of her mind of what her punishment would be when she admitted her plan for the humans to her love, for worse than being in the rookery was banishment. Such a thought for any gargoyle was nearly soul shattering.
Perhaps, just perhaps when the plan worked she will try to make her love understand why she had to do it. And perhaps because she is his mate and the second in command he will show leniency.
He will, he just has to.
As the Sun rose and stone sleep steadily took her, a small feeling of guilt grew within her, a single tear rolled down her lovely cheek.
The plan has to work, it just has to.
