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Join our host Sera Maza, daughter or Elisa Maza and our favourite Gargoyle, as she chronicles the love story between her brother and best friend, telling us about the trials and tribulations, the drama and love, that all resulted in a beautiful romance. Together with input from other prominent characters tune into the tale of this epic love.
WARNING may contain flashing images.
A/N: This is something I have had written for a while and have been working on when the inspiration hits between school work. It's only a couple of chapters long and has no title yet but I thought I would post it anyway.
Anyway I'm playing around with a different format to usual. Imagine it's like a TV show. I don't really know how well it will turn out but hopefully it makes sense.
Enjoy
Hello and Welcome to [tile still needs to be decided] the story of the most perfect romance- in my opinion anyway.
No! Its not my own, it's between my bestest best friend, that should be part of the clan, and the gargoyle I used to wish would just leave the clan, and that only changed after I saw these two getting close and thought "Hey, those two would be really good together". This coupled with "My bestest best friend/ the idiot really needs to get a boyfriend/mate", making me set them up. Aren't I the best?
"Sera, you only did it so you're dad and uncles would stop stalking/spying/chaperoning us on our dates."
Shut it Alex! And it's not by fault that Daddy says "If you're brother isn't dating yet you are certainly too young" What is this, 'Taming of the Shrew'. And it's not like they aren't perfect together.
"Point taken"
Good, now where I…. Aren't I the best?
Yes, yes I am.
"Would you believe she's not really that egocentric?"
Alex!
"Sorry"
Apology accepted but any more interruptions and I Alexander will be telling you're mother who broke her favourite vase and not Bronx, got that?
"…"
Good.
Well I better introduce myself. I'm Serafina Torra Maza, you may have heard of my parents which are –drum roll please- The best detective in Manhattan, Elisa Maza, and –another drum role- The head of the Manhattan clan of gargoyles, Goliath.
Yes, I'm a half.
Don't look so shocked about it buddy.
Yes it's possible or 'hello' I wouldn't be here.
Back on track -and lets stay on it this time- I'm Serafina, but please call me Sera, and I'm going to tell you about this lovely love story, including bits about self discovery and finding what was thought to be lost. Actually that takes up a good chunk of the story. Well ever way it all starts one day at lunch when me and my best friend, Miranda, were in our last year of school.
Time void filled with mist and swirly things
Sera POV
"So if X equals this and multiplying it by Y and dividing it by π gives you this, what does Y equal?"
"Um, Four?"
Miranda sighs "At least you're getting closer. Lets try again." I tune out my best friend as she goes through my Algebra homework and pick at my lunch with a distracted mind. I would be listening, I should be listening, heck I need to be listening, I'm failing the subject, but I just can't concentrate on what she's saying.
Owen, or Puck to be more precise, recently found out something that was rather…. Distressing? I guess that's how you would put it, though it's a lot more then that. I really shouldn't know this, heck mom and dad would prefer it if I didn't, but he revealed it to Xanatos when he was visiting me and the clan, and well he just blurted it out. I feel pretty guilty as well, because I shouldn't know this. It's too personal, and who would want to know something that has Puck, the fun loving trickster, moping around. The answer is they shouldn't. It was terrible, he was close to tears and-
"Serafina Torra Maza" Miranda's voice sharply cuts through my thoughts bringing me back to real life and the fact she had been trying to grab my attention. I look up and see the discarded books and the humored face of my friend.
"You sound like my mother when you do that." I tease her, seeing her humorous mood and knowing while she's like this I'll get a laugh out of her. I was not disappointed.
"So…." She teased drawing out the O.
"So…."I copied her "What?"
"So what fantasy were you having about Alex this time?" She laughed "More importantly is clothing involved." She wiggled her eyebrows as I managed to calm my embarrassment before I blushed, something I wasn't able to do a couple of months ago when I admitted I wanted to sleep with my boyfriend. Sadly that is still to happen.
"Nothing" She raised her eyebrows "Seriously Mira, it's something at home."
"Anything I can help with?" I shake my head "Ok Sera but you know I'm here if you-"
"Need anything" I finished for her "And will come running like Bronx, Broadway and all other males in the castle when the pizza arrives." She pouted slightly her previous concerned manner lost. She does that all the time. One minute she can be all serious and then, poof, a lot of fun. Actually she's a lot like Owen/Puck in that way except less extreme. And that isn't the only similarity.
Let's start with Miranda's intelligence. She is the smartest in the year, would be class valediction if she had wanted it, and one of the most proficient people I know, after Owen Burnett off course. Add to this she is also a music prodigy with a talent for piano, flute and has one of the best singing voices I, and the residents of castle Wyvern, have ever heard. If that wasn't enough she's technically a bloody genius with an IQ of 140. The only reason she's in High school is because it's something she learnt from a test Xanatos did and chose to hide from the board of education for the fun of it, Puck influenced that decision, and is taking online university courses in her free time. What's amazing though is that the school isn't even aware of it or tested her themselves, and you think it would be obvious she special, she's at least three years younger than me. Yes you head correct, at least three years. That's fifteen to my eighteen, 2003 to my 2000 and we aren't even sure if that's her age- she was abandoned as a baby and is in an orphanage but she doesn't like to talk about it- so it could be more, and she's pretty small so it's a possibility. Three years people!
Sorry! Guess I was rambling a bit there wasn't I, but god it's pretty embarrassing. She's my math tutor if you haven't gathered and helps me with most subjects. Safe to say mom and dad love her just for the fact she is making sure I graduate and they would adopt her if it was possible, but Ms Cowlicker, her mean, fat, jealous social worker, won't allow it. Not even Mr and Mrs Xanatos can make her budge; apparently Gargoyles and convicts aren't suitable guardians for a girl of such a delicate nature. Well neither are the damn care workers in the joint, and the other residents don't help. For one the other teenagers are mostly boys! Hormone driven, tactless boys. Boys! And then there's that social worker who I'm sure has a thing for her, like the boys, if his stares are anything to go by. And there all much larger and she's so small and pretty and delicate and timid and shy and-
Sorry rambling again, but it is true. Actually her appearance is another thing she has in common with Puck/Owen with her long Platinum blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She defiantly looks like a cross between the two of them and she can also do the serious/humorous change with her appearance. Serious equals hair tied back in a pony tail or bun, her clothes neat and her light sensitive glasses on- their something Alex had his dad get made for her, seen as her eyes can be so sensitive at times- though I think she wears them more for a sense security at times. She really has an aversion to change which is partially another reason for her staying in high school. When she more relaxed and humorous she sometimes puts her hair down and might take of her glasses and her clothes may be wrinkled or more casual. That really isn't needed though; you can see the change as soon as her expression relaxes, but I did say she wasn't as extreme as Puck and Owen. You could also say her figure can link her to puck seen as she's very petite, but you can't really tell. Whether her clothes are formal or casual they tend to hide her great figure which she is insistent she doesn't posses. That's probably were the appearance similarities end, but 'hello', she's a girl, so of course she's not going to be different in some aspects. For example she doesn't have the sharp features they both posses, but softer ones, and while there both physically proficient Miranda's always getting colds and tiring easily.
You probably are wondering why I'm saying this. It's because I've thought about it so often really and Owen/Puck are at the forefront of my mind at the moment. I guess I should explain, it would help if you knew. Well it all started a couple of hours before sunrise last night.
Flashback
"So the princess took the eggs to her uncle, the king, along with Tom, the guardian, the magus and-" I tune out Angela telling the younger gargoyles the history of the clan and concentrate on my Algebra.
"So if X equals that, and when I times it my Y and divide it by π I get that then Y should equal…." I murmur to myself "Seven"
"Wrong" I glare at Gareth who had been sitting behind me and obviously listening in "Geese it's no wonder you have to be tutored." I stuck my tongue out at him and turned back to my homework. Guess Miranda would be helping me with my math homework again, maybe she could come other tomorrow after school.
I was just considering if I could manage to get Uncle Broadway to make us some cookies for a cram session when it all went to hell in a bucket.
He basically burst in the room, his clothes askew and hair a mess. His glasses were completely missing. Xanatos ran forward and managed to catch Owen and sit him on the sofa as he buried his face in his hands, not crying but awfully close.
I saw my mom and Fox begin to try and hustle us out, but in then end they only managed to get the youngest out, which was probably for the best, before all was revealed.
"She lied, she didn't tell me. How could she" He cried anguished. I was shocked, this was Owen Burnett, Mr. shows no emotion. What could have happened? I knew he had been at a meeting on Avalon as Puck, having somehow gotten back in Oberon's good graces when I was a baby, so the she obviously was another or Oberon's children, but what was it she hadn't told him.
"Owen! Get a grip of yourself." Mr Xanatos shook him as he spoke and proceeded to ask the same question I was thinking "Snap out of it and answer me Owen. What did she not tell you?"
"I have a daughter."
Yeah you heard right, he has a daughter.
Not long after that, after the shock had worn of us, Mr. Xanatos moved him to his bedroom as the man was clearly suffering from mental exhaustion. When he had returned we were already had been joined by Coyote who was explaining what had been revealed at the meeting.
It had all been revealed last night when woman, Leaf, picked an argument with him, and due to being inebriated, revealed a secret with her alcohol loosed tongue. She revealed that after a party when I was at the age of two, she and Puck had slept together while under the influence of Alcohol. That wasn't much of a shock really for it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for two people to sleep together, but the fact she had conceived a secret child from this union did. After discovery of said pregnancy Leaf left Avalon to keep it a secret till the baby girl was born fifteen years ago.
Now I know what you're thinking. "The fifteen year old daughter of Puck and another of Oberon's children. Didn't you say Miranda acted and looks like Puck? And she's an Orphan. She must be his daughter." Yeah that's what we were all thinking, but don't forget Owen was close to crying, and according to Coyote Puck had been worse, hard as that is to believe. The poor Kachina looked shell shocked as he remembered how his fellow trickster had acted. The fact is you can discard all of those thoughts you had.
The baby had been still born.
Yeah, I guess that explains why Owen hasn't left his room yet or how there's been numerous crashing noises coming from said abode. The whole castles in states of anger, sadness and disbelief, and I'm… I don't know what I feel, but I guess disappointment.
Both Puck and Owen, they really like Miranda, and we weren't the only ones who have suspected a relation between them. It is obvious when Puck heard he had a fifteen year old daughter he would think of Mira. He would have gotten his hopes up knowing that if she was his daughter, he could take her out of the care system, for not even Cowlicker could stop it seen as she was the one who said "Due to her delicate nature Miss Miranda can only be adopted by a blood relative." Also he would know that he wouldn't be meeting a stranger and that the clan and Xanatos family like her. His hopes would have been raised to a world record level and he would be ecstatic, even Owen would have a smile on his face and then –"she was a Stillborn" Crash!
I can only be thankful Miranda had not been there last night, like usual, and that she had chores to do during the day so had to go straight to bed. If she had her hopes raised as well then… Well she has a weaker disposition the Owen and Puck and I don't think she could have handled it.
"Sera" A soothing voice reaches through my haze and I look up into my friend's worried eyes "Time for class."
"O" My ever intelligent response "Sorry, let's go." I stand up to grab my bag but before I've moved two paces I feel my wrist be grabbed. I turn around to see that Miranda had come round to my side of the table.
"Sera." She started "I can see everything's not alright, and I'm not going to pressure you. I know when you say that it's a problem at home it can be anything so I'm going to stay out of it, but if you need anything. Anything at all, come to me. Whether you need someone to rant at about Gareth or you're father. If you want to gush sickingly about Alex or just need to get something of your chest I'm here to talk to, because if you're going to be keeping what's wrong to yourself I don't want you to get stressed by everything going on in your life. Remember, sharing a load gets you over the mountain faster. And I won't talk to you about this problem but know I'm here if you want to talk about it or if there's anything I can do to help." Times like this I get what they mean when they say she's like an angel, and the electric light above her head isn't helping. That speech will probably tell you more about Miranda then I can. She's selfless when it comes to a friend, and will do anything she can to help them, and there is one thing she can do now.
"Thanks Mira, I'll remember that." I tell her smiling fondly at the smaller girl "And there is one thing you can do."
"What?"
"Would it be possible for you to not visit the castle for a while?" I cringe. My parents said it was for the best to ask her this, that it would be bad for Puck to see her at the moment and it wouldn't be good for her to find out everything just yet. I agree but it's still painful to ask because, in someway, Castle Wyvern was her home as well or at least more of a one then the orphanage. At least it's not permanent, just for a week or two. Mom and Dad promised. I look back at her curiously not wanting to face her when I asked, and shouldn't have been surprised to see an accepting smile on her face.
"Of course" I smile back at her and open my mouth "Don't worry I'm not insulted and know it's only temporary. I'll arrange somewhere else to do you're math tutoring till Owen recovers from whatever's wrong with him " She calmly tells me with her all seeing nature, her blue eyes reading me like one of our school books. Imagine that those eyes used to be blind.
Swirly void back to present
And were out of time folks. The suns coming up and I need to go to bed, and yes you did hear the last sentence right.
No! Don't ask now. Go to the next instalment.
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A/N: So what do you think? Does the format makes sense, is the idea any good, and yeah the plot may be a little obvious so have I written it ok?
Also If you have an idea for a title, because I sure don't, make a suggestion. Pleeeeeese [Insert title] is really stupid.
Anyway please review.