Summary; Sora, a young Gargoyle is put under a spell and separated from his family when his home is attacked. When the spell is broken he finds himself in a strange and foreign land, alone and afraid, until a silver haired stranger he saves starts to befriend him…

Disclaimer; I do not own Kingdom hearts, only this story idea

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Flames raged in the rooms of the stone castle, as soldiers fought among the quickly crumbling ruins. Shattered stone littered the floor, the parapets seemed deserted despite the defenders struggling to protect their home despite the deaths that had taken place so far, and above, only a few gargoyles remained, desperately trying to protect what remained of their home.

In the distance, the few of the castle's survivors were either executed or imprisoned by the raiders. A Brown haired Gargoyle with bright blue eyes and wielding a blade in the shape of a giant key yelled a battle cry as he saw his brother, a dirty-blonde haired gargoyle with equally blue eyes entangled in ropes and nets thrown by the invaders and was being dragged down despite his powerful wings. The brown haired gargoyle swooped down, severing the ropes, letting his brother fly free.

"Sora!" a yell from another, older gargoyle drew the others attention to the now fleeing invaders, he looked down and saw the bodies littering the area below him.

Sora's eyes narrowed as he turned to see the raiders fleeing, their captives being dragged along behind them. With a powerful beat of his wings he soared after them, the wind whipping through his strangely spiky hair, the trees the raiders were heading to quickly coming nearer.

"Sora?!" the gargoyle he'd saved gave chase, his own eyes equally determined as the oldest gargoyle left, the blonde, flew above and behind, his own sword hanging from his death grip, slicing the air.

Sora gave a well aimed stroke of his blade as he reached their now fleeing enemies, felling the first person it came into contact, their metal helmet rolling on the ground. The raiders at the rear turned and began to fight the raging gargoyles that followed them.

"Roxas!" the older blonde yelled to the other as he swooped down to protect him from an archer who had almost shot his heart.

A voice echoed loud and clear towards them, reciting something in a Celtic tongue, that sounded both familiar and strange to the Gargoyles. Three heads turned to see one of the raiders, his armour comprised primarily of furs and holding a worn and battered book with a moon on the cover, aiming a hand of glowing blue light straight at them.

The three recognised it as magic and made to avoid it, only to be flung into the forest surrounding them as the light struck the ground where they had been standing, the only one spared was the older blonde, who, with a yell, aimed for the magician, slaying him before he could even blink, his eyes glowing in rage, before fading to a depressed blue as he looked to where his brothers had been.

The blonde spent the rest of the night searching for his two brothers, the only family he had left. He found them, frozen in stone, Roxas in a hunched-standing position, his wings semi-folded behind him, like an angel statue that they had seen in books. Sora was nearby crouched, as if trying to defend himself, his sword having disappeared; his wings standing tall above him and his tail curled just behind his ankles.

The blonde felt tears spring to his eyes as he saw what had happened, even though it was night, they were both turned to stone.

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The blonde had carefully taken both of his brothers to what remained of the castle they'd once called home, now little more than ruin, only two of the towers standing, the gate looking as if it'd collapse at any moment. The entrance to the tower nearest the cliff had collapsed, this was were he took his brothers, making sure they'd both have shelter from the weather as he positioned them on the tower's roof.

He stepped back and looked at them, feeling his heart break, he'd lost everyone who'd been important to him, his lover, Sephiroth had been killed some months ago by his own hand when he'd been driven to insanity by a witch, now his remaining family was stuck in stone for who knew how long, maybe forever.

When the sun rose Cloud positioned himself on an outcrop of stone, facing the woods as he turned to stone. He carried on for days with this routine, occasionally leaving the tower for food in case his brothers should turn back, until he left for good.

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My first Kingdom Hearts fanfic, hope you enjoy it, here's a link to the picture that inspired me lone-momo./art/The-spell-is-broken-39362686 please review