Hello all, this is a gargoyles fanfic…of course you should know, or why else would you be here. Anyway, I know something like this must have been done but hey, I have to write something. Anywho, I do not own the gargoyles in any shape way or form, I own Kepi and that is all for now.

A girl of 16 sits upon the prow of a beached ship, journal perched upon her lap as the sun slowly sank down through the sky. Her hair the color of gold sways with the slight breeze of the ocean, gently tickling her cheeks. A light laugh trickles through her lips as her blue eyes shine out through dark lashes. She gently opens the slightly beat up journal and leafs to a blank page and began to write.

October 26, 1816

Dear Diary,

Today we landed upon an island that we know is called Hawa'ii. It's very warm here compared to the cold lands where we came from; there it was cold most of the year. My father again complained that I am outgrowing him and about how it is unladylike, I tell him I have no control over how tall I am to grow. He may sound sharp, but I know that he is just joking with me, though my mother is to cold for her own good.

My mother still says no man would ever want me that I act to beast-like for any man to ever get near me. I have tried to tell her I am too young, but she says that she herself married at the age of 15 and she tries to convince me that I will grow old and die before I find someone.

Asides from that, not much has caught my attention. The day was glorious, colorful birds carved the winds and dolphins could be seen cavorting about in the shallows, just asking for me to come and play. The sands felt rough to my feet at first, and then the warmth was all I could feel, I am so glad that we landed here.

Well that is all I have to say for now, except this. Mother will not get me to wed on her terms, they will be mine. I will be Kepi Anders till I say…..

Kepi looked up sharply, her writing forgotten as she stared at the sands. The setting sun had illuminated an object buried under a log not far from where her ship was moored. She set her journal down hastily and jumped up. Gathering her skirts about her she hurried to the side of the ship and climbed down quickly. Sand flew out behind her as she ran to the log.

Her blue eyes were full of curiosity as her fingers buried in the sand and pulled out a sand covered object. The sun started to set as she brushed the sand off the metal object, it was round and it had some sort of engraving on the front. Kepi squinted as the last rays of the sun disappeared under the waving sea.

The engraving upon the medallion (for that is what it had to be) was amazing, it was of some sort of creature. She had caught a look of what could have been wings and clawed hands. Kepi squinted harder at the object but looked away suddenly when the object flared to life. She tried to throw it away but it would not leave her grasp.

Her eyes widened in panic as the light became heat upon her skin that burnt where it touched her. Hundreds of whispers seemed to thunder through her head as the object melted into her skin. A buzzing pain lanced through her head as she staggered sideways and just caught herself upon the log before she fell into the sands.

A sudden thirst was thrust upon her, her gaze went immediately to the water and she staggered toward it. The water hit her ankles then moved up to her torso as the cold water gave her a sort of comfort. Kepi's head disappeared beneath the waves as she kept going outward, she couldn't seem to go deep enough.

A rough body pushed against her and she grabbed out blindly, latching onto the sleek body of a dolphin. It pulled her down, farther and farther into the black depths of the ocean. The cool water of the deeps quenched the thirst of her hot skin. Kepi let go of the dolphin and floated gently to the bottom of the sea, the wreckage of a boat gave her company. Her blue eyes looked up as her feet settled upon the sea floor, the pain she had felt previously was gone and it felt like light was shining out from her skin and words whispered through her ears.

Kepi felt her skin harden as she raised her arms upward to the dark surface, an expression of bliss upon her face.

Sleep my little one,

You are not meant to be here.

You are meant for greater things,

Sleep my little one,

Sleep.

Davis Xanatos sat back in his chair, feet slung carelessly upon his desk as he stared at a picture upon the screen that sat upon his wall. Owen walked into the office from a side door, a stack of papers on hand; he gave an inquisitive look at the screen before looking back to Xanatos.

"Owen, what do you think of that?" Xanatos sat forward in his chair, face perched upon his hands.

Owen looked back to the screen; it was of a crew of workers upon a ship, bringing something up from the sea floor. He looked closer, it was a live recording, "I don't know Sir."

"Another gargoyle has been found," He looked excited as he stood and came around the desk. "We aren't sure if this one is the same as the others but there is always a chance."

The screen zoomed in on a form that was being brought up. The head broke the surface; it was made entirely of stone. The face was turned upward, arms raised like it was standing in sunlight, enjoying the heat. Its hair looked like it was still in the water, flowing with the currents. Fins protruded from the side of the face off of three horns, one from the top of the head, one from about ear level and one right off the jaw (on both sides). The hair line started between the fins, short, and went like a mane down the back and ended between the shoulder blades.

The statue was clothed like it had come from the 1800's, they flowed around her. The tail was long and elegant, ending in a fin. The feet were just like the other gargoyles, clawed and wicked looking, just like their hands.

"Yes," Xanatos said as he gently touched the screen, "I believe we might have touched upon another discovery."