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Here it is, the newly revamped saga! With fresh new/extended and altered scenes!

Once again, this story was co-written with the great author Hardwing! Many thanks!

This fic saga is set in an alternate universe, in Wyvern's past, with characters from the Gargoyles comics, the Dark Ages Saga in TGS and some of Hardwing's own characters. It starts off right after the events shown in the show's episode 'Long Way To Morning' in 984 A.D. where the events in that chapter lead to a different conclusion for the clan. It is also set in the same timeline as the show in that era, with two small differences… and that's Goliath didn't get his name until 984 A.D. and the eggs hatched soon in 995 A.D.

Oh, and in case some people get offended at some of the sexist remarks in this saga… Please remember that it is set in the medieval ages (things were different back then).

Many thanks to Kimberly Towle for her suggestions, and to the author Aesop for all his proofreading!

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Castle Wyvern:

On the east side of the castle, the Magus was on his way to the battle-room to find Goliath and report his findings from the Grimorum.

He had gone through the magic book, page by page, locating every protection rune and spell he could find that would help defend Wyvern against the dark magic of Constantine's sorcerer. So far, he had found a massive assortment of such charms that would help them, and was on his way now to show them to the Gargoyle prince and Katherine.

He still found it a little difficult, after spending so many years treating Goliath as his enemy, to treat him now as his monarch, but that was nothing compared to actually treating him as an equal, or even stranger…as a friend.

Still, he knew that when it came to battle-tactics and protecting their home, there was none finer that the giant mountain of lavender muscle. He had proven, time and time again, that in his own special way he did care for the Princess and did not want to see her come to harm.

The Magus just hoped he would find Katherine in there with him, as that would make it easier for him.

He soon reached the battle-room, and sure enough found Goliath inside with the Captain and his Clan-Second…but no Katherine.

Resisting a sigh of disappointment, he walked in with a bundle of pages that he had copied from the Grimorum under his arm, each bearing one of the spells he thought would best suit their needs. Among them was a very special spell that he knew would prove to be very useful.

"My Lord," he said, this time without clenching his teeth, as he usually did when addressing the Gargoyle leader as such.

Goliath looked up at the robed sorcerer from the map that was laid out on the table in front of him, showing the area surrounding the castle, the forest and beyond.

"You were successful in finding some spells to aid us?" he asked.

The Magus nodded. "The Grimorum has more than enough suitable resources for our needs," he told him. "I have already found several protection spells that should keep all of Wyvern safe from any of this Mage's powers."

Goliath nodded. "How soon can you begin implementing them?"

He frowned. "That is the problem, I'm afraid. The spells I speak of are no easy task to perform. I will need at least a full day to complete even just one of the incantations."

Goliath growled in frustration. "Can you not speed up the process?"

He hissed. "If I could, I would do so!"

"Easy, lad," the Captain hushed him. "He was only asking."

"My apologies, My Prince," he replied. "I am just…tired." 'More so than you can imagine,' he added to himself. "One of the first things you learn as a sorcerer is never to rush things," he explained. "It would be useless, or even dangerous, to rush any of these spells. But I can at least provide some protection for our people by putting up some mental barriers around their minds. This will shield them from the Mage's powers, should he attempt anything."

Goliath sighed. "Fine. Anything you can do will be most appreciated, Magus."

The former student of the Archmage nodded.

At that moment the door opened, and in came one of the Gargoyle females whom he recognised as the Clan-Second's mate. She was the deep orange-coloured Gargess with the unusually split wings, and fair hair.

"My Love," Othello said, as he headed toward her, embracing her in his arms and wings. "How fair the hatchlings?"

Desdemona shrugged. "As well as all newly hatched ones can be… Completely oblivious to everything that's going on around them," she said, smiling. "It makes me envious of them sometimes. What I wouldn't do to make myself forget what's going on outside these walls of ours."

"Wouldn't we all," the Captain agreed, giving a small humourless smile.

Goliath shook his head. "Speaking of the hatchlings, how also fairs my delicate wife?"

Desdemona looked at him curiously. "Last I saw of her she was fine. But that was last night."

He raised his eyeridges in alarm. "What do you mean? Wasn't she in the rookery with you and the others?"

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Forests Outside Wyvern:

Constantine and ten of his soldiers stood watch near the edge of the forest, where Castle Wyvern stood. He was taking no chances, so he had brought ten of his fiercest warriors, which included Mail Brigti, to apprehend Katherine when she eventually turned up.

"How long would you have us wait here, Your Majesty?" Mail Brigti asked.

He did not even spare him a glance. "As long as it takes," he simply replied. "The Mage guaranteed that the Princess would show up here tonight, and I fully intend to be here when she does."

Little did he know how right he was. At that exact moment, not far from where he and his soldiers were waiting, Katherine was at the castle, opening the secret passageway on the outer castle-wall, which led outside Wyvern.

She had never been down the tunnel before, but Katherine had known where it was, as her father had shown it to her years ago when she was a child. No one else had used it either, apparently, considering all the dust and cobwebs she had passed through on her way.

Once she was through, there was no turning back. Both of the passage-doors, the one on the outer wall, and the one within the Great Hall, had been built specifically so that they could only be opened from the inside, so that none of their enemies could get in.

Alas, the spell of Brother Valmont still held her fast.

With her head still clouded, and no free will of her own, she stepped through the outer door and closed it behind her. Whether she did this purely by instinct, as she was told to do so from early childhood, or because deep down she wanted to ensure her people's safety by preventing any of Constantine's army gaining entry into Wyvern, was unclear.

Without considering any of this, she continued walking, heading deep into the forest.

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Back in the castle, when it became clear to everyone that Katherine had never shown up in the Rookery, as she had intended, a frantic search had begun all over the stone fortress.

"Search everywhere!" Goliath ordered. "Leave no door unopened, no inch of this entire castle unexplored! Let no one rest until she is found!"

"Yes, Sire," one of the guards replied, saluting him before rushing off to begin his search for the Princess.

As he left, Othello entered the Great Hall where they were gathered, but the look on his face as good as told everyone that he had nothing to report.

"No luck?" Goliath asked, though he already knew what the answer would be.

Othello shook his head, confirming his brother's assumption. "Neither those of the clan nor any of the humans have seen her in the past half hour or so."

Goliath growled in frustration. Where could she have gone?

At first, he thought maybe this was all just some terrible joke of hers, to make him worry. But he soon dismissed that notion. Even when Katherine had been her usual frigid self with him, she would never have been so stupid as to make a jest at such a dire time as this, with Constantine right at their doorstep.

But with that being the case, then where in the name of the Dragon was she?

A few moments later, the Captain hurried in.

"Captain?" he asked hopefully, but the shake of his friend's head soon shattered that.

"The men and your clan are scouring the castle even as we speak," he assured him. "They'll find her soon enough."

Goliath gave a short smile, but it was forced. If the Princess could be found then she would have been so already. The one thing that was still confounded him was what could have happened to her?

The only logical explanation was that Constantine must have somehow gotten to her, but how could that be? He was still beyond the walls of Wyvern, and there was no way in for him, so how?

The next thought worried him, but it seemed like the only possible explanation…a spy. A spy of Constantine's right within their own walls must have helped the blackguard by kidnapping Katherine and bringing her to him.

But even if that were correct, there was still the question of how he could have been able to get her out. All the entrances and exits of Wyvern were still sealed, with no way in or out for anyone, and they were all watched over night and day.

"Goliath!" the voice of the Magus suddenly cried out.

The large warrior turned to see the white-headed sorcerer hurrying toward them from one of the side-doors at the back of the Hall. His face seemed flushed, as though he had just run all the way to them from the other side of the country.

"I believe I know a way to find Katherine," he exclaimed. He was obviously exceedingly worried by the Princess's fate, as he had seemingly forgotten to address both she and Goliath by their royal titles, but no one saw fit to remind him at that particular moment.

"How?" Goliath demanded.

"The Grimorum!" he explained. "I remembered a spell within its pages that can help find someone who is lost. I have it here with me now." He showed them both the torn page from the ancient book.

Goliath realised that the young wizard must really be worried, as it was a known fact that he treasured the Grimorum above all else, save Katherine. Yet he had brought them the spell by tearing out the very page it was on instead of merely copying it like he always did.

The Castle-Regent, however, had no time to reflect on this, and ordered the Magus to proceed with his plan. "Do whatever you must!"

The Magus did as ordered, and read from the page. "Aradia, dea de perditissimus, do meus vester conspectus. Probo meus conperio ea perditissimus ut we! Aradia, Goddess of the Lost, give me your sight. Let me find she lost to us!"

The spell was cast, and the Magus felt his soul soar, as his eyes saw beyond the castle's four walls.

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Forests Outside Wyvern:

"Ah," Constantine smirked, as the branches of the trees pulled away, revealing Wyvern's Princess, as she stepped through them. "My future queen doth approach."

Katherine made no comment, as she continued walking forward, her face a total blank.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that she was still under the sorcerer's spell, and no doubt would remain so until she reached that dumb cauldron of his, so Constantine trotted his horse towards her.

"Come, My Queen," he said, smiling smugly, as he held out his hand to her. "Your destiny awaits you. I will carry you for the rest of your journey."

She did not look up or even blink her hazy eyes. She just stood where she was for a few moments before she slowly lifted her hand up to his.

"Aradia, Goddess of the Lost, give me your sight. Let me find she lost to us!"

The words were spoken beyond even a Gargoyle's range of hearing, yet Katherine heard the words as clearly as though someone had spoken them right into her ear.

At first, all she did was frown in confusion when she heard the words, but then… It was like someone had stabbed her with a pin on her arm, and her spirit once again came alive and awake.

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Constantine's Encampment:

Valmont stood by the boiling cauldron, as he waited to hear news from his would-be King about his blushing bride's arrival. Gillecomgain stood cautiously on the other side, awaiting further orders from his temporary master.

The cauldron suddenly spluttered, as the elixir within it churned and spat.

"What in the name of Hades?" the former Monk said, startled.

No sooner had he said this, the cauldron shuddered one last time, and spat out the whole of its brew upon the Mage, practically drowning him in the filthy red mixture.

He shielded his face from the boiling liquid, crying out as it scalded his skin, and screamed when he saw the ugly goop had ruined his robe.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" he demanded, glaring daggers at his temporary assistant.

Gillecomgain could only stand where he was, staring in amazement and fear at the now red-drenched wizard.

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Within The Forest:

"Huh…wha…?" Katherine muttered, as she blinked her eyes in confusion. "Where…where am I?"

She looked around briefly, and did a double take when she realised where she was, and more shockingly…whom she was with.

"Constantine!" she cried out in alarm.

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Castle Wyvern:

The Magus shuddered, as he felt the magic of the ancients course through him.

Using the power of the Goddess of the Lost, he searched through infinity for his lost Princess…and soon enough, he found her.

"Urgh!" he cried out, losing his balance as he stepped back.

Goliath was quick on his feet, as he reached for the Princess's former advisor, steadying him. "What is it?" he asked.

"The Princess," the Magus breathed out, seemingly exhausted. The spell had obviously taken a lot out of him. "She…she was under a spell!"

"What, you mean yours?" the Captain said in confusion.

"No!" he said, as he sat down on one of the Hall-chairs, rubbing his forehead. "It can only be that sorcerer with Constantine. I felt the presence of another form of magic upon the Princess's mind when I located her…"

"You know where she is?" Goliath said urgently. "Where?"

"Outside," he replied, "right within the forest…with Constantine!"

Goliath snarled, his eyes flaring bright silver, as he spun around. "Brother, you're with me!" he ordered his Second. "I think it's high time we met this supposed new King of Scotland for ourselves! Captain, you remain here and watch over the castle!"

And with that, he raced out of the Hall on all fours, with Othello running close behind him.

The Captain stayed behind with the Magus, checking to see is he was all right.

"Looks like that spell took a lot out of you," he commented.

"Not the spell," the Magus told him. "At least, not completely… The spell I used allowed me to spiritually search for and locate Princess Katherine. When I found her, my spell and the spell that the Mage must have used on her…clashed."

"Clashed?"

He nodded. "The spell I used was from the Grimorum, which originated from Ancient Rome. Whatever spell this Mage used, it obviously must have come from a different source. And as any half-knowledgeable sorcerer's apprentice knows, it's highly unwise to mix magics…dangerous even."

He suddenly looked alarmed. "Katherine," he said. "I've got to go! Goliath will need my help in…"

"Goliath and his clan can handle anything," the Captain assured him. "Constantine will be no threat to them, even with his men. And as for the Mage, assuming he is even there with the arrogant fool, never forget that Goliath has fought sorcerers before, and will do so again if he has to."

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Forests Outside Wyvern:

Constantine swore below his breath, guessing that whatever magic the Mage had used on Katherine had obviously worn off.

'So much for a sorcerer's will,' he mentally sneered.

"How did I come to be here?" she demanded. The last thing she remembered was heading toward the Rookery.

"Seems as though we're going to have to do this the hard way," Constantine said to her, still with a dark smile upon his face. "Which I'm happy to say is just the way I like it!"

He reached out with his hand again, grabbing her arm.

Katherine squealed in fright, attempting to break free of his grasp, but only succeeded in providing a source of amusement for his men, as they laughed at her futile struggle.

After months of endless humiliation from being married to Goliath, her pride and dignity were now stretched to exhaustion, and seeing the man who had murdered her uncle, and his own men now laughing at her…that seemed to be the final straw for her, as she glared murderously at them.

She decided right there and then that, no matter what, she was not going to go down lightly. One thing she had learned from growing up in a castle full of Gargoyles, and from being married to one…was how to be strong, and never give up.

"Let…go…of...ME!" she screamed, as she pulled her arm back with all the strength she could muster; her hatred and anger for the murderer fuelling her desire.

Constantine was more than surprised at this defiance, as well as her strength. She managed to break away from him. So surprised he was that he momentarily lost his balance on his horse, causing him to fall over.

"Whoaaa!" he yelled, as he fell off his horse, straight into the mud.

Katherine stood over him defiantly. "And that's where you belong, pig!" she shouted, pointing at the mud he was in, before racing off into the woods.

"Don't just stand there, you fools!" he bellowed, his rage all-consuming, as he commanded his men. "After her!"

His soldiers did as they were ordered, galloping their stallions after the fleeing Princess.

Katherine panted, as she ran through the thick forest. The trees' sharp branches ripped off parts of her dress and scratched her exposed skin, making her hiss through her teeth in pain.

Still she pressed on, as the sounds of horses' thundering hooves and blades striking the forest growth continued to echo behind her, followed by the sound of voices in the distance…

"Find her!"

"She can't be too far."

"Search that way!"

"Do not leave one inch of this forest unturned until you have found her! I want that wench back in my possession before the next minute passes!"

She gasped for breath, as she struggled to press on, running until she thought her feet would fall off. She was fortunate that the thick growth of this forest had slowed her oppressor's hunt long enough, giving her an able start to run from them.

Eventually, she found her way to a small waterfall, pausing only briefly for a quick breath, but alas, she had no time. She soon heard the soldiers drawing closer.

She rushed behind a huge tree, holding her hands to her mouth to stifle the sound of her own breathing.

'Dear God in Heaven,' she prayed. 'Help me.'

Katherine stood as still as she could, her hands trembling as they covered her mouth to stifle her whimpering sounds.

She thought of the baby Gargoyle in the Rookery that she had helped bring into the world. Would he remember her, she thought. Did Gargoyles have that long a memory?

The voices grew louder, as they got closer.

She knew Constantine would no doubt take her back alive, as she could guess why. He needed her to wed, and bear an heir with, because she was of royal blood, thereby ensuring his claim to the throne. But as much as she wanted to beg for her own life, she knew she would not…could not. Not when there were so many other lives at stake.

And she would rather be dead than be married to him!

She had to stifle herself again, though this time it was to suppress laughter; for she had just realised something that she had once thought impossible. Months ago, at her wedding, she had thought that nothing could be more horrendous than being married to Goliath, a Gargoyle.

She had just been proven wrong.

Tears came to her eyes, wishing she could have had more time in this world to do all the good that her father had wanted her to do.

She realised then that with her gone, Goliath would be sole ruler of Wyvern. And if her cousin was truly gone, then he might very well have a legitimate claim on not only the throne of Wyvern, but also the throne of Scotland itself.

She stifled another burst of laughter at that. 'If the Church wasn't outraged before,' she thought. 'Then they certainly will be now.'

'Father, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't uphold your beliefs and honour your wishes, as you wanted. I now know why you did what you did. I'm only sorry I didn't learn your lessons sooner..."

"Found her!" a voice cried out.

The shout at first gave Katherine the urge to start running again, until she realised that she knew this voice, and it wasn't that of Constantine or one of his men. Looking up, she discovered the large Gargoyle that was Goliath's Second, looking down on her, having landed in one of the massive trees.

Before she found enough breath to say anything, Goliath landed in front of her, staring at her with what she recognised as a worried gaze.

"Are you all right?" the large Gargoyle asked his wife.

"I am," she replied, feeling a weight falling from her heart. "Goliath, you don't know how glad I am to..."

"GOLIATH?" a voice suddenly yelled from behind the Gargoyle's back. Turning around, the Human and the Gargoyle discovered Constantine arriving on his horse.

The self-made King stared at the unusual couple with widened eyes that possessed a look that was a cross between shock, amazement and horror.

"You are married to…to…this?" he stuttered.

Staring at Constantine, the murderer of her uncle and maybe even her cousin, Katherine found this answer easy.

"Yes!" she spat at him. "And I would rather be married to him and a thousand other Gargoyles than to you!"

Goliath cocked his eyeridge at her, not knowing whether to feel praised or insulted.

Enraged, Constantine drew his sword. "Then you shall have them all…in Hell!" he declared, looking to his men accompanying him. "No woman who willingly gives herself to a demon is of any use to me! Kill them both!"

But just as he shouted this order, Goliath shouted one of his own.

With a short growl, the tops of the trees began to rustle, giving Constantine's men just enough time to look up and discover several pairs of lights, red and white, shining down on them. Something then swooped down from the trees, throwing the soldiers roughly onto the ground from the backs of their horses.

With Constantine still staring unbelieving at how his soldiers were pushed from their steeds so suddenly, Goliath used the opportunity and roared at the horse that he was sitting on, making it rear and dump its rider in fright.

With a large thump, Constantine landed hard on the earth below him, making him curse out loud. As he held his aching back, which was not feeling much better than the rest of his body, he rose with his sword in his free hand to fend off Goliath, though the Gargoyle warrior made no move to attack.

"This isn't over, beast!" he shouted at him, slowly moving backwards as he did so, hearing his men fighting beside him, and judging by what he heard they were doing so rather unsuccessfully.

Cursing below his breath, he ordered "Retreat!" knowing better than to continue fighting when the odds were not in their favour. Especially, when the battle could be easily won in a few hours, at sunrise.

The few of his men, still able to move, followed his order, retreating deeper into the forest while the Gargoyles gathered by their leader and his wife.

"Shall we finish them off?" the Second asked his leader.

"No. Too late, and we don't know if they have reinforcements." Goliath replied, looking at the forest. "Let's go home."

Turning to Katherine, he found her looking at him in a strange way.

"Are you all right?" he asked again, worried that she might be suffering from an after-effect of the magic used on her.

"Yes, but..." she bit her lip. "But why did you risk your life for me…after all I did to you and your clan?"

He looked for a moment at her in surprise, and, as she noticed, some of the clan shared the same look as well.

The clan leader frowned, wondering what to say. He could explain that it was in a Gargoyle's nature to protect, but time was not on their side, and he had already tried explaining it to her countless times before.

Finally, he just shrugged. "What kind of husband would I be if I didn't protect my own wife?" he said simply, offering her a clawed hand.

After a moment of looking at him in surprise, her face turned a soft smile, and she took his claw, on which he quickly but gently placed her on his back before climbing up the next tree.

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Constantine's Camp:

Constantine strode through his campsite, angrily pushing aside a few of his soldiers, as he made his way up to the Mage's tent.

"MAGE!" he yelled furiously, his rage making him forget to take care when addressing the mystic, as he stormed through the opening in the tent. Gillecomgain was there, of course, and wisely knelt in respect before him, but he paid him no heed. He continued yelling at the former Monk. "Where did you learn magic, at a…" He paused.

Staring into the tent, he found the sorcerer in question, his once green robe soaked in a dark red liquid.

Brother Valmont glared at him. "What is it?" he hissed, his face showing that whatever it was, he was definitely not in the mood to discuss anything with the king.

But the former Ward of King Kenneth was too enraged at that moment to take a hint, and immediately started,

"You told me Katherine would come to me willingly!" he said accusingly. "You never said that once she got to me, the spell would break and she would regain her free will?"

"She wasn't supposed to! Someone…interfered!"

"What do you mean?"

"The spell was working just fine," the soaked Mage explained. "But then I encountered some interference from another magical source. I can only assume that it must have been the young Magus they have up at the castle. He must have used the Grimorum to counter my spell of control." He spluttered a little, as he wiped more of the red goop off of himself.

"What happened here?" Constantine asked, interested.

Valmont just muttered something angrily under his breath. "When the spell was countered, it caused the potion to spontaneously combust. I was fortunate that it didn't burn my skin off." He suddenly remembered. "But what of the Princess? Tell me, did you lay claim to her?"

Constantine glared furiously at him. "Would I be in such a good mood if I had?"

The sorcerer just looked angry, too. "What happened?"

"The Princess regained her free will just as she approached me," he seethed. "We chased her for a while, and were about to capture her when…some of those God forsaken winged demons came down on us! Her husband amongst them!"

Valmont blinked at his last statement. "You mean her husband was flying with the Gargoyles?" he asked.

"No, my would-be counsel!" Constantine rebuked him. "Her husband was one of the Gargoyles! It turns out the miserable wench is married to a demon!"

Valmont and Gillecomgain both gasped.

"This was…unforeseen," Valmont could only remark.

"You have that right, sorcerer!" he declared. "But at least it has solved one problem for now."

"What is that?"

"Well," his so-called Lord scoffed. "I couldn't possibly marry someone, Princess or nay, who has been tainted by a Gargoyle of all things. If word got out that I was wed to a woman such as that, no loyal Scotsman in their right mind would follow me willingly. No! My only course of action now is to secure my right to the throne by wiping out all of Kenneth's bloodline completely…starting with Katherine!"

The Mage looked at him for a moment, but finally just sighed and nodded. "As you command…My Liege."

Constantine smirked and left, shouting out to Gillecomgain to go and tell his soldiers to prepare for the final assault. The boy quickly did as he was told, eager to leave the sorcerer's tent.

Brother Valmont stared at the exit of the tent and pondered. Allowing that fool to attack the castle meant risking damage to the sacred book. It might even be destroyed. Yet there was no other way. Not with this surprising revelation… A Gargoyle married to a human? How absurd!

It also meant Constantine had no hope of achieving unification between his bloodline and that of the clan of The Three Brothers. Once word got out that a person of the royal lineage had married a Gargoyle, there would be a scandal, perhaps even a riot.

Although this revelation would no doubt be most beneficial to Constantine, it was of little help to him. Once people learned of this bizarre marriage, the former royal family would lose any respect their people would have once had for them. They might actually start cheering for Constantine as king.

This meant, however, that Valmont had no leverage on him. His only hope now was to limit the damage. He would join the battle, and when the time was right he would go and search for the Grimorum in the chaos.

Yes! The spell of Illusion would be handy, and this time tomorrow he would have the Grimorum in his hands where it belonged.

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Castle Wyvern:

The Magus paced the stone-floor of the battlements in anxiety, waiting for news of his beloved Princess, the Captain of the Guard watching him. Beyond them, there were several soldiers and Gargoyles guarding the battlements. Amongst them were the young Trio. Guard-duty had been added to their long list of extra chores for their punishment for scaring Katherine.

The Wild Four were also on guard duty, but they were on the other side of the castle.

"Magus, be calm," the Captain told him exasperatedly. "Never fear. Goliath has yet to ever fail us, remember that."

"I wish I shared your confidence," the white-haired sorcerer replied. "But I…"

"They're here!" the small, green Gargoyle with webwings called out excitedly, as he pointed to the sky.

Sure enough, the unmistakable silhouettes of Goliath and the other Gargoyles who had accompanied him were visible in the distance. The Magus held his hands out over the battlements, gripping them anxiously.

A few moments later, Goliath and the others touched down on the castle, and the Magus let loose a huge sigh of relief when he saw the Princess with them, holding on with her arms around Goliath's neck.

With tears of joy and relief forming in his eyes, part of him wanted to rush forward and embrace her, but he knew better. It would be unseemly and inappropriate for a lowly Magus such as himself to approach royalty in such a manner. He knew his place, however much he wanted to change it.

"HA!" the Captain laughed out loud. "I knew you'd do it, Goliath lad! Some people here had their doubts, but I told 'em you would'na let us down!"

Goliath bowed his head shortly. "Thank you, Captain," he said appreciatively. "But we have more pressing concerns for now. Magus! Are you done preparing the spell from the Grimorum?"

The young sorcerer nodded. "I am. Everything is ready. You need only say the word."

"Good," he said with some relief.

"I take it this is the same spell you talked about before?" a new voice said.

Everyone turned and saw the clan's former leader and Mentor coming up to them from the stairs. He was frowning, as he always did when magic was involved in something. "Do we get to know anything about it?"

"You won't only know about it, My Mentor," Goliath said, smiling. "You and the entire clan will also get to be part of it."

"Huh?"

To Be Continued…