Greg Weisman is the genius behind Gargoyles, not me.

Written for 15minuteficlet LJ community's challenge #80, the word "elegy."

Grief
by Zzilly14

The lavender gargoyle returned to Castle Wyvern to find it in flames. He picked up a stone fragment from the ground and saw a brother staring back at him.

His elegy was a thunderous roar that echoed all around. His clan, his Angel of the Night... all dead. They lay scattered, smashed apart by murderers.

How could he go on? The humans he helped protect were gone. His brothers and sisters were dead. And his love...

He bellowed once more before gliding into the night. He would find who did this to his people. And he would have his revenge.