AN: Gargoyles and its affiliated characters belong to Disney/Greg. Any other characters belong to me.
Power Explained
"So, why did you need the fifteenth of each month off?" Fox asked when the hugging ended.
I shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the others. Now they would see me for the monster I was. "There is a…power inside of me. I don't know how else to describe it. It builds and grows until it is beyond my control. It does not always loose on the fifteenth, but the worst times have always happened then." I looked away from everyone, hoping no one would ask about the town where I had briefly enrolled in public education. It didn't exist anymore anyways.
"Puck?" Xanatos turned to the short fae.
"What do you think, young Alexander?" Puck floated in a circle around me, the child and him studying me. The baby babbled at him. "Yes, she could have destroyed us both when she first arrived in the nursery." I started at this news. He was fae. Surely my power was not so great? "But now…now I cannot even detect a trace of power in her." Alexander babbled at him again, waving his arms at Lexington. "Well, that's an interesting theory, but do you think it's true?"
"Puck, kindly leave off your inane babbling and tell us what you're talking about," Goliath growled at him.
"Yes, oh mighty leader!" He bowed mockingly at Goliath. "If you would be so kind as to spread your wings?" Goliath scowled at him. "I promise, it has to do with the explanation." Goliath obliged, the blue one and the female ducking out of the way of his wingspan. "If you'll notice," Puck said, taking on a lecturing tone and zipping around Goliath, "the wingspan of this gargoyle is impressive. However, he weighs around 700 pounds. And unlike a bird, a gargoyle's bones are not hollow. They are quite dense. That means his wingspan would need to be much larger than it is to support him in flight."
"Gliding," Mentor corrected.
"Nearly the same thing," Puck said, waving the comment away. "To compensate, each gargoyle contains a certain amount of innate magic. They cannot control it. It is instinctive, like a heartbeat. The magic comes into play when they…glide," he smirked at Mentor. "It levitates them so the wings can act as sails in the wind. It also causes them to turn to stone and back again at dawn and dusk of each day. And, of course, it causes the Mating Night to occur."
"What does this have to do with Danna?" Fox asked.
"Well, the spell our lovely Demona cast was incomplete. On the surface, Danna appears to be human. But inside, I believe she is still very much a gargoyle. As she no longer glides and no longer changes to stone, her magic has nowhere to go. Likely she's caused far more destruction than you saw at the castle if what she says about build-up is true. And we're only lucky she decided to use a spell to guide its destruction, otherwise we'd all likely be dead."
Silence again. I shifted, staring at the plates of food. I was still hungry. I did not dare move under their scrutiny. "Fascinating," Xanatos finally said, breaking the tension. "You say the spell she cast guided the power?"
"It did," Puck responded.
"Then perhaps it can be harnessed," he grinned, folding his arms.
"David, darling, do you think it wise to have that kind of force so near our baby?"
"Fox, my dear, I'd rather have that force near at hand than wandering around where I can't see it or control it."