She listened to her mind and began to write down everything that came to her.

She choice to walk alone, though other wonder why?

Refuse to look before her, kept eyes cased upwards towards the sky.

She didn't have companion, no need for earthly things.

Only wanted freedom from what she felt were puppet strings.

She long to be a bird, that she might fly away.

She pitied ever blade of grass, for planted they would stay.

Just then her mind was interrupted by the sound of the kettle whistling at a high pitch. Angela got up and to turn off the stove and by looking at the steam coming from the kettle gave her an idea to for her poem. "She long to be a flame that brightly danced alone. Felt jealous of the steam that made its' air its only home." She turned off the stove and talked to the kettle, "Well what do you think? And you can be totally honest haha." Angela was so focused on talking to the kettle; she did even notice someone was already in the kitchen with her.

"I think that you might want to be careful about who you let you catch you talking to household appliances." Angela turned around and saw Fox leaning on the refrigerator. Angela gave her an embarrassing smile. "Oh hello Fox, I…umm…I didn't see you there."

Fox smiled, "It's alright, I just came down to get a bottle for little Alex. I see that you working on the story for the competition."

She nodded, "Yes, I am. I'm really excited about this poem. I think this is my best one yet."

"That's very good to hear. I've read some of your stories and I must say you're very talented." Fox was very proud of the young gargoyle and her passion in writing.

Angela blush a bit, "Thank you, Fox. I'm glad you like them."

Fox giggled, "You're welcome, oh don't worry about the conversation you had with the kettle. Your secret safe with us, isn't that right fridgy." She said while patting the refrigerator. They both laughed. "Well I'll let you to it then." Fox left with the baby bottle at hand.

Angela poured the hot water into the cup for her tea and walked back to the table. She took a sip of tea and continued writing her poem. "Let's see, Some say she wished to hard, some say she wished too long. But we awoke one autumn day that she was gone… I think this might be the best poem I've ever written. She felt really good about her poem. After writing all night she finally finished her poem. "That's it, my poem is complete." She noticed that dawn was quickly approaching, "Oh my gosh, I have to give this to Xanatos quick." She quickly grabbed the laptop and ran towards Xanatos' office.

She quickly reached Xanatos' office and knocked on the door. "Come in." Angela opened the door and walked inside. "Ah Angela, how's the writing going?"

She smiled, "I finished actually. I wanted to give you your laptop back." She gave him his laptop back.

"Wow, you Do work well under pressure. That's a good thing to know." Xanatos turned on the laptop and saw her poem, "You wouldn't mind if I read it would you?"

She shook her head, "No, of course not. I would love to hear your opinion on it. Actually I would also like father to read it too."

"Why I don't make a copy for him to read." Xanatos said

Angela smiled, "Really, oh thank you so much. I have to go now dawn is approaching."

"Of course, and don't worry I'll have a copy ready by the time you wake up." Xanatos said.

"Thanks again Xanatos." She happily said as quickly walked out of the office, towards the top tower where they always sleep in. She made it in just in time and took her position.

"Hey Angela, were you able to start on you story?" Broadway asked

She nodded, "I actually finished it."

Broadway smiled at her, "That's great to hear." She smiled back as the sun started to come up, turning them into stone.

The next evening as the sun slowly went down Xanatos was already up at the tower, waiting for them to wake up. He did promise Angela that he was doing to make a copy of her poem as soon as they woke up. But he didn't know whether or not he should let Goliath read it. After Angela left he decided it was good time as any to read her story and then send it. Once he finished reading, he didn't know what to think. The story itself is very well written but the contexts within it concerned him. 'Maybe there is something bothering her. She may felt like this for a while now. Goliath needs to know what's going on with Angela. Maybe Owen can help her as well.' He thought. Just then he heard the sound of stone crackling. Soon enough the gargoyles broke out of the stone sleep, yawning and stretching their wings. After clearly the stone chips from them, Xanatos walked up to them. "Good evening, everyone I hope you all slept well."

The clan turned and saw Xanatos holding a briefcase in his hand. Angela smiled knowing Xanatos was holding a copy of her poem for her father to read inside.

"Good evening Xanatos is that what I think it is?" she excitedly asked

"Yes it's exactly what you think, I promised you didn't I? Why don't you all get something to eat while Goliath and I read your poem." Xanatos said Goliath gave him an odd look. 'Why would he read the poem with me? I could easily read it on my own. He's up to something.' He thought.

"Yes! Come on guys let's give them some privacy Hurry!" Angela quickly started to push the trio away to the kitchen, while Hudson and Bronx were right behind them. Making sure that they were gone, Xanatos turned to Goliath who still had a confusing odd look on his face.

"Xanatos, you do know that I can read. You don't have to be here and read it with me." Goliath said

He smirked, "I know you can read Goliath." Then his face became serious, "But I do need to talk to you about Angela's poem."

"What about Angela's poem? Is there something wrong with it?" Goliath has read some of stories and was surprised by how much emotion she puts in her stories.

"There's nothing wrong with it per say but it's very concerning." He gave him the copy of the poem. "Here, read it and you'll see what I'm talking about." Goliath took the paper from him and began to read it. While reading it, he understood what Xanatos was talking about. The poem has a lot of deep emotions into it, which concerned him. Once he finished reading it, there were a lot of questions flowing through his head. 'Is she really that depressed? What is she depressed about? Why hasn't she said anything before? I would do anything to help her.' He thought. He was pacing back and forward at this point. Xanatos noticed that worried look on Goliath face and tried to ease his mind

"Goliath, I have a suggestions that might help Angela." Goliath stopped pacing and looked at him, "And what would that be?"

"Therapy, Owen is a psychologist among other things. Maybe he can help Angela with the strong feelings she has." Goliath wasn't sure about this idea. He knew he could help Angela with her problems but what if he couldn't? What if he couldn't reach out to her? Maybe Owen will be able to help her more the he could. After thinking about it for a few moments, he made his decision.

"Alright Xanatos, have Owen talk to her. Maybe he can reach her in a way I cannot." Xanatos put his hand on Goliaths shoulder, "You're going the right thing. I already told Owen about it and he can talk to her later on tonight." He nodded, "Come we need to talk to Angela." They both walking inside, looking for Angela.

Inside Angela was helping Broadway make breakfast. They were laughing and talking about what happened during patrol last night. Though she was listening to the story, in her mind she was thinking about her poem. 'I hope father likes my poem. Oh I should have everyone else read it too. I want to know what they think.' She thought. She was in deep thought that she didn't even notice her father and Xanatos walking in the kitchen.

"Angela" She turned around when she heard her name. "May we have a word with you?" Goliath said.

She smiled, "Of course father." She knew what they wanted to talk about and she was anxious to hear what they think. She walked towards them as they escorted her to the library. Once inside the library Goliath and Xanatos led her towards the couch. She couldn't wait any longer so she asked.

"Well what do you think? And you can be completely honest because…" She was then interrupted by Goliath

"Angela, please have a seat for us." Angela lowered her head and took her sit, "You… you guys don't like it."

Goliath spoke, "It's not that my daughter, it's actually very well written… but it is a little troubling."

"I know right, isn't it sad. I mean my eyes were practically filling up with tears when I wrote. It's as if she was someone I knew and…" She stopped talking when she sees the concerning look on Xanatos and Goliath faces. "Father…Xanatos is there something wrong?"

"Angela we would like to show this to Owen." Goliath said

Angela was very confused, "Why would you show it to Owen?" She looked at both her father and Xanatos, hoping someone could explain.

Xanatos stepped in and explained, "Owen is a psychologist and we want his thought. There are some very heavy feelings in this poem. Feelings we think should be discussed."

Angela was still confused, "But its fiction, you know creative writing. I…I don't understand what did I do wrong?"

Goliath sat next to her and put his talon on her shoulder, "You didn't do anything wrong sweetie. It's just a precaution do you understand?"

She nodded, "But am I still allowed to enter the competition?" She hoped they said yes.

"Of course you are. I already send in your poem. They won't announce the winners for a few weeks. Here's your copy of the poem to show Owen. After breakfast Owen would be happy to see you alright." He gave her a small smile. She nodded.

"Why don't you go and eat your breakfast with the other." Goliath said. She gave her father a small hug and got up and left. Both Xanatos and Goliath saw how sad she looked.

Goliath turned towards Xanatos, "Xanatos do you have another copy of the poem?"

Xanatos took another copy from his briefcase, "Here you go. What are you going to do with it?"

"I need to show this to someone. Maybe she will be able reach her incase Owen isn't able too." Xanatos nodded. He understood who 'she' Goliath was talking about. He gave him a quick thank you and ran out the library. He reached outside of the castle and jumped on the small ledge, opened his wings and jumped off. He began gliding towards the only person he believes may help Angela, glided towards Elisa's home.