I do not own Gargoyles. I only own Sarah Xanatos.

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"Hello uncle, are gargoyles the surprise you wanted to show me?" Sarah asked with a little laugh when she saw her uncle's shocked face, which he quickly composed. She rolled her eyes before looking back down the hallway to see the other gargoyles leaving the room and walking towards them.

"Yes, this is the Wyvern Clan. They were with this castle when I had it brought here," David started to explain but stopped at the look his niece gave him. "Ok fine, I brought the castle and the gargoyles here knowing that the gargoyles would come back to life if I brought them here," he finally snapped.

"So dad was right when he said you were obsessed with magic and mythical tales," Sarah said but there was no malice in her voice. "That's cool, surprising, but cool. Hello, I'm Sarah Xanatos, David's niece," she introduced herself when all of the other gargoyles met up with them in the hallway. She noticed that the random woman from earlier was nowhere to be seen, so she guessed her uncle took care of her and made her leave.

"Hi, I'm Angela, this is Hudson, Brooklyn, Lexington, Broadway, and Bronx," the only female gargoyle in the group said excitedly, which made Sarah feel a little better since some of the other gargoyles were staring at her with distrust.

"I'm surprised you're taking this so well," her uncle muttered before he said that he would leave her up here to get to know the gargoyles more while he went back inside to get to work. He gave the gargoyles a look for them to not harm his niece, and then he went to the elevator and disappeared back into his skyscraper.

"So this is surprising, cool but definitely shocking," Sarah said as she looked from each of the gargoyles before jumping in surprise when she felt something lick her hand. She gave a nervous chuckle when she saw it was Bronx, who had licked her hand.

"Why does our appearance not scare you?" Goliath questioned as everyone began to walk out to the courtyard.

Sarah paused in the courtyard as she looked at Goliath. She didn't want to answer but it would be rude not to give a reply. Taking a deep breath, she slowly let it out before saying, "I've seen more terrifying things lately, so gargoyles seem like angels compared to the humans I've dealt with recently." She looked up at the night sky when she saw the inquiring looks or even more distrustful looks from the gargoyles around her. "Well I'm sure you guys have more important stuff to do then stand around and talk to me all night. Nice to meet you, see you around," she said quickly and gave a small smile, and then she rushed towards the elevator.

Angela yelled a happy and excited see you later before Sarah disappeared into the elevator. The other gargoyles all started to talk about Xanatos' niece, but they were silenced when Goliath said they needed to head out and scout for any trouble. Hudson gave their leader a curious look when he noticed Goliath staring at the elevator doors, but he decided to keep his thoughts quiet for now. He wanted to see how things went now that another human knew about them. He wasn't the biggest fan of Elisa anyways. She always wanted them to be something they weren't or she never fully accepted or tried to understand their ways.

"I can't believe Xanatos has a niece that nice," Lexington said as he flew with Broadway and Brooklyn.

"It could just be an act. She is related to Xanatos," Brooklyn called back to the others.

"Just give her a chance, she seemed nice," Broadway said before rubbing his growling stomach.

Sarah went back to her floor where her apartment was, and she frowned when she found Owen standing there. "Hello Owen, is everything alright?" she questioned a little warily as she approached him. There was no way around him since he was standing directly in front of her apartment door. She stood in front of him but not too close as she waited for him to answer her.

Finally, Owen handed her a small jewelry box. He kept holding it out to her silently until she took it from his hands. He was smirking on the inside but he just gave a small nod to Sarah.

"What is this?" she asked almost afraid to open the box. She went to open the small ornate box, but Owen's hand stopped her. She looked up at him curiously but he just told her to open it once she was alone. "Ok, thanks, have a great night," she said as she started to get a weird feeling. Quickly, she moved around him and went into her apartment. She leaned against the door and waited for him to leave before she locked the door and set the box on the coffee table in the living room.

Her eyes kept darting to the box as she prepared for bed, but she was afraid to open it. If Owen had said that it was a gift from her uncle, she might have opened it without worrying. Owen didn't even say who the box was from or why she was receiving it, so she would just leave it on the coffee table until tomorrow. All she wanted to do right now was try to get some sleep and absorb the fact that she just met gargoyles, alive gargoyles.

That night, she actually dreamed about gargoyles instead of the person who murdered her family. She woke up feeling refreshed and without any worries until she looked at her nightstand. Her eyes widened and she pushed back in the bed, as far away from the nightstand as she could get. The little ornate box from last night was sitting on her nightstand. There was no explanation for how it got there because she did not touch it. "I think it's time to ask Owen why he gave me this," she said as she rushed out of the bed to get dressed. She didn't dare touch the box without knowing what it was, why he gave it to her, and how it moved on its own.