Part Two
Meetings . . .

Almasy stood on top of a stone in a place a passerby had identified as central park, his three remaining companions sitting, or standing nearby, Matthias stood near a group of trees in an attempt to remain inconspicuous, but Almasy knew in the low light of no one would recognize him for what he was.
Still, there was no denying it, this was his home! Well, it might not be his exact home, but it was the same country, the correct year, people wore clothing he considered normal, not cloaks and hoods, and—this was very important—there were soda machines everywhere!
He wished he still had real money, he would have loved to buy a root beer.
"So this is your home, young master Almasy? It is quite a sight to see." Headmaster said.
Almasy nodded. He disliked the new headmaster. Though it was obvious that Headmaster didn't feel the same way, and even wanted to be friends, Almasy didn't like him one bit.
Still, being back in his own, familiar world he was feeling too glad to hold any grudges, he even found himself grinning!
"I hope the twins stay out of trouble!" He said, and it came out as a laugh.
The headmaster smiled at him, "I'm sure they can be trusted to keep themselves to themselves."

The gargoyle whose eyes were glowing white threw himself at Brooklyn, who was too surprised to react in time to avoid being knocked over!
He was pinned in a second by the slightly larger gargoyle, and he heard Lexington say, "Wait, we're not your—ugh!" as the red eyed gargoyle barreled into him!
"Stop! Stop!" Brooklyn growled, thrashing his legs and tail, "We're not your enemies!"
The gargoyle on top of him gave Brooklyn a studying glare and said, "They are gargoyles¸ not so?"
"Th-they are!" The red eyed gargoyle said, sounding confused, "But Almasy said—"
"I know what the child said, but obviously he lied." The gargoyle scowled, then glared at Brooklyn, "And you! You should be ashamed attacking your own kind, not so?"
"You jumped on me, pal!" Brooklyn scowled, and shoved the other gargoyle off of him, which urged a growl from his red-eyed companion, who nonetheless released Lexington—who'd been similarly pinned.
"This is true," the gargoyle who'd jumped Brooklyn said, "and I am sorry, cousin." He said in a tone that Brooklyn didn't believe sounded at all sincere, "You see we are just having a minor crisis here, our manners aren't what they should be."
Brooklyn nodded, and dusted himself off, "All right, follow us, we'll get you out of here."
"Really?" Red-eyes whispered, "Why?"
"Because humans aren't supposed to know we exist, and if they catch you you'll wish you didn't." Brooklyn said grimly. It may very well have been a slight exaggeration, and it may not have been, but it accomplished its task and the pair followed him and Lex up the stairs, and then onto the roof. "Follow me, Lex, take up the rear!" Brooklyn said.
His intention was not to put Lexington in harm's way by seeing to it that he was the last to escape, but to have someone trustworthy keep an eye on the two newcomers.
He took one look back to make sure everyone had understood, and then ran for the edge of the roof and leapt into the air, spreading his wings he soared into the sky and glided away from the police.
He kept on for two more blocks, then the four of them set down on the roof of an apartment complex. Brooklyn folded his wings over his shoulders, and tried to stand up as tall as he could—without it being too obvious that he was doing so—so as to look as intimidating as possible as he turned to get a better look at these two new gargoyles.
They were young, maybe younger than Brooklyn, though probably not by much. They were about the same size as him, though the one that had jumped him was slightly broader in the shoulders.

One of them, the one that had pounced on him, was slightly larger than Brooklyn was, but had nothing on Goliath as far as muscle was concerned. He was ivory white, his wings were lined with lavender, and his short, neatly kept hair was raven black. His eyes were baby blue, and he had two horns on top of his head, like Brooklyn himself did. On each knee was a rather dangerous looking spike, and a heavy looking club at the end of his tail.

The other, the one who'd attacked Lex, was sort of the opposite, He was black, and more lithe than his companion. his tail had no club, and his hair was not short and neat. Instead it was stark white and unkempt, his bangs had grown down over his forehead on one side, though on the other they were swept back. He had spike-like ridges over his eyebrows, like Goliath, in fact he sort of looked like a smaller, lither version of Thailog, except that his wings—lined with dark blue—were like Brooklyn's own, having three claws instead of the one bat like thumb. His eyes, Brooklyn noticed, were dark red.
What they wore, and what they carried surprised Brooklyn the most. The first wore a black tunic with silver trim, a plate of armor over his chest and two more on each shoulder. He had a metal gauntlet on one hand, and had a jeweled anklet on his right ankle. The other had a dark blue tunic, though his didn't cover the right half of his chest, nor did it have any armored plating on it's front, or it's sole shoulder, though he did wear a plate strapped over his right shoulder by a shoulder belt which attatched to the one at his waist, it was the bottom half of his tunic, that was armored, having three plates for each thigh.
They were dressed, as far as Brooklyn could tell, like warriors, and they were equipped as the same, for each of them carried two swords apiece!
Brooklyn decided to kick off the introduction, he was eager to learn who these two were and where they came from. He doubted, given their warrior attire that they could be from the Avalon clan, but maybe one of the other places Goliath had visited during his Avalon quest.
He said, in a friendly, but still tough voice, "I'm Brooklyn, and this is Lex"
"Short for Lexington. Pleased to meet you!" Lexington said.
"I'm Alabaster!" The white gargoyle smiled, it was a friendly enough smile, though something didn't seem right about it, he clasped Brooklyn's wrist and shook Lexington's hand at the same time.
"I am Dark Eyes," The other said, neither shaking hands, nor offering his own.
"You have names!" Lexington exclaimed, "Did you choose them yourselves, like we did? They suit you!"
"Our father named us." Alabaster said with his eyebrows raised, "Why didn't yours?"
"They didn't think we needed them." Brooklyn said, not sure if this was the place to really explain all about the old gargoyle way, "So you must be from Avalon?" He asked, knowing that the gargoyles there had been raised by humans, and named.
"Ava-where?" Alabaster blinked.
"We come from Atheia," Dark Eyes said, "But if you want to know more, you'd best come with us, and meet Matthias."
"Matthias, you mentioned that name before." Brooklyn said, remembering what Alabaster had said back at the antique shop. "Is he your leader?"
"Matthias," Alabaster scowled, "is just a warrior of words from the castle clan."
"He is the queen's ambassador," Dark Eyes said, waving his brother's words away, "and he accompanied us on our mission for just this purpose, just in case we found someone like them."
"Like us?" Brooklyn blinked.
Dark Eyes shrugged "Well, more like the clan you represent. Matthias came along to speak to anyone who might be able to help us, before it's too late."
"Too late? For what?" Lexington asked.
"For the clans of course! Old, young, male, female, all of us!" Alabaster growled.
"Female?" Brooklyn raised his eyebrows at that.
There were females? Well maybe . . . if he went with these two he could find . . .
He was happy for Broadway and Angela . . . really. But he was envious too, which he told himself wasn't the same as being jealous. He had thought he loved Angela, but in the end, maybe he had just felt like she was his last chance.
If there were other female gargoyles out there, many of them, there would be no pressure, he could take his time and truly find someone special . . .
"Brooklyn!" Lexington said, poking his shoulder.
"Eh? What?" Brooklyn asked, waking from his daze.
"I was saying," Lex explained, "that we should take them to see Goliath."
"Oh yeah!" Brooklyn said, "I was just thinking that," he lied. Goliath of course had just been the last thing on his mind.
The amused look on Lexington's face said plainly that he knew exactly what Brooklyn had been thinking, Brooklyn just shrugged.
"This Goliath . . . he is your king, not so?" Alabaster reasoned.
"He's our leader." Brooklyn nodded.
"Then . . . he should meet with Matthias and the headmaster, not us." Dark Eyes said, "Brother, we are not negotiators, besides this is Almasy's world, he would know best—"
"We are warriors, not so?" Alabaster said, placing his hands on the hilts of his swords, "What if this is a trap? We should ah . . . ensure that it is safe for Matthias and the others." He turned now to Brooklyn, and bowed low, "You may take us to your leader, good sir."
Brooklyn shared a cautious look with Lex, but the smaller gargoyle didn't seem phased in the least, he just said "Let's go then!"

To Be Continued . . .

Author's Note: This story takes place so long after BONE for reasons that will be stated in chapter 3. This story is scripted to have three Acts, though act one is finished I am slowly putting up it's chapters to give me time to work on Act Two, and also to give readers time to read them one at a time, NOT to milk you for reviews, though I do appreciate them. Fun Fact: Parts one to three were scripted as one chapter, but came to an all together twelve pages, they were cut up to make them easier for online readers to read, this is why most things will seem to happen slowly.