Bodhe and Macbeth along with Hercules and Xena spent the next two days preparing for Duncan's attack. The gargoyles were also present during the night. They feared that Duncan would attack during the daylight hours and that Drexia would fight alongside him.

"We need to keep the gargoyles safe until nightfall." Xena advised. If she is with him then they may be our only hope of surviving this war."

"We can keep the gargoyles in the treasure room. It is the most secure room in the castle. When they awaken they can join us to finish the battle." Bodhe said after a moment. He considered all the options and that was the one that seemed to work best in his mind.

"It will take us some time to get to the battle if we have to get out of the room first. We should wait up high on the parapets so once we awaken we will be able to dive into the battle." Demona pointed out.

"That may be a little too risky." Macbeth said. He studied the board and tried to think of a better option for a moment. "Perhaps we could move our forces forward about five hundred yards away from the castle to meet with Duncan's army.

"We will be far away from our reinforcement's then lad." Bodhe replied.

"That's true, but the only ones that I am concerned about are the gargoyles. We must only hold his army until dusk and the gargoyles will do the rest." Macbeth informed him.

"What will happen if Drexia comes into it?" Hercules asked after a moment. Xena squeezed his hand and looked at him.

"If she shows up then I will deal with her." Xena stated in a matter of fact tone. "With my new form I am the one that's least likely to die during the battle."

"I still say this is risky but very well. We will try your plan." Bodhe sighed. "Go and prepare the men. We march at sunrise."

"You are the one called Goliath?" David asked hesitantly. He approached the gargoyle leader slowly.

"Yes," Goliath said in a questioning tone as he studied the human that walked towards him.

"Excellent," David would have said more but Goliath noticed that the others were waking up and glided down to them.

"We're awake…we're alive…We're together again!" Goliath said as he wrapped his arms around the other gargoyles.

"What…" The yellow gargoyle said as he looked around at their new surroundings. David cleared his throat from behind them.

"Much has changed from what you've known and I wanted to offer my services to help you adapt to this new world." David offered. "Breaking your curse required me to move you here."

"How did you know about the curse?" The mentor asked curiously.

"I acquired an ancient spell book from the magus who imprisoned you. He wrote the whole story down in there." David replied.

"Why have you done all this?" Goliath asked in a suspicious tone. David was surprised by the question.

"I was intrigued by the Magus's story and I wanted to see if it was true. Now, that I know that it is, I want to be your friend. There is much we can do for each other Goliath." David replied.

"Such as…" Goliath asked. He studied the strange human that was trying to befriend him and memories came back clearly of the Captain and the Viking leader tumbling from a cliff. He had trusted the Captain of the guard once but decided after that night he would not put his faith in humans again.

"Well, there's…" David began but then they heard helicopters coming down towards the castle. "That's strange I'm not expecting anyone. Perhaps, it would be safer for you if you stay here." David suggested and began to walk towards the stairs to the battlements. The gargoyles looked at each other for a moment and then followed Xanatos but making sure to stay out of sight. Five commandos repelled from the helicopters and quickly surrounded him. "Who are you and what do you want?" David asked irritably.

"You'll know soon enough." The leader of the commandos grinned and aimed his rifle at him.

"What are those weapons?" The yellow gargoyle asked in awe. "Who are these people?"

"They're attacking the castle. That's all we need to know." The mentor roared and the gargoyles leaped from the hiding spot to attack.

The yellow gargoyle quickly knocked down the Leader and leaped towards another of the soldiers. Goliath used his claws to rip through the chest of one of the commandos. Before he could attack another a female commando with long blonde hair ran out of the castle carrying a case and quickly climbed the rope before anyone could stop her. Seeing that they had what they came for the Leader pulled the pin on a flash grenade and hurled it to the ground. The visors that the commandos wore allowed them to be unaffected and they quickly escaped as David and the gargoyles weren't able to see for a few moments. When they opened their eyes, the red gargoyle helped Xanatos to his feet.

Puck studied the gold sword for an hour since he returned to Oberon's hideout. He thought over his plan over and over again until he was certain of what he would do.

"I just hope that I survive this." Puck shook his head and sheathed the blade before he walked out of the room. He walked into the main room and he couldn't believe his eyes. Fox was sitting in the floor watching cartoons while eating cereal and Oberon and Titania were sitting on the couch watching her. It would have seemed like a normal family if Puck didn't know them and if Fox wasn't in her late twenties.

"Puck, there you are. Where have you been?" Oberon asked curiously. Puck was still staring wide eyed at the strange scene playing out before his eyes. "We thought we would try the normal human family look and I still don't understand it."

"Is everything alright?" Titania asked when she saw that he was having trouble speaking.

"Everything is great, isn't it Puck?" Lucifer said with a wide grin as she appeared in the room standing next to Puck. "I've been waiting for a long time to finish this Oberon."

"How far along is she Doctor?" Marianne Estrada asked nervously as she paced back and forth in the small office. Dr. Stangle looked up from his chart. He was tall and wiry. He had on a long white coat and glasses. He had black hair and full matching beard. He flipped a few pages on the chart and sighed.

"I don't know how to explain this Marianne. She looks as though she has only been pregnant for a week but the way the child is forming it's as if he's been there nearly full term." Dr. Stangle took off his glasses and rubbed his temples as he thought over what could have caused the situation. "Did he just look at us?" He moved the camera and noticed that the unborn child's head moved to the new location of the camera. The doctor moved it a couple of more times and the head matched its movement.

"It's the devil." Marianne said and made the sign of the cross in front of her. Jane suddenly began to scream as a yellow light emanated from her and shined so bright that it made it impossible for them to see. When the light dimmed and when their vision cleared Marianne and the doctor wished they could un-see the horror in front of them.

"You trust these humans far too much Sister." Cold-Fire pointed out bitterly. They sat on top of the highest tower of Castle Moray and watched as Macbeth's troops began to line up in front of the gate as the Generals began to give them a speech to lift their spirits and build their confidence before the coming battle.

"They have been useful so far. I trust some more than others." Demona pointed out. "After all they are not all bad." It took all of Brooklyn's will power to keep from laughing. A short time ago he knew that Demona would rip out her own tongue rather than defend humans.

"I think we should leave and let them deal with their own problems." Cold-Fire insisted. "I mean… why are we even here?"

"We're here to help the humans stop the evil from spreading further. We are also here to help Drexia who is undoubtedly in a very awkward position." Demona attempted to reason with her sister.

"I will always trust you Demona, but I don't understand what's different about you. You were the one who always counseled the rest of us to not trust humankind." Cold-Fire reminded her.

"That was before I met our sister and learned that some of them can be honorable and selfless." Demona advised her. "You just have to be willing to see it." Cold-Fire would have argued more but suddenly Macbeth, Xena and the Fates appeared in the room with them.

"Demona, we must speak with you." The Fates said in unison.

Gilcomgain sat in his chambers with Vivienne preparing for the final battle with Duncan's forces. He knew that meant he would have to kill Jason and the thought was unbearable to him.

"He chose his own path Gil. Now, we must see this to the end or all of us will die by that monster's hands." Vivienne advised him.

"I know that Duncan must die. The stakes are too high to allow otherwise, but I never thought I would have to kill Jason. He was like a brother to me." Gil pointed out.

"A true brother wouldn't turn on you the way he has." Gil turned away from her and she gently turned his face back to look at her. "You've changed so much these last few months and I love you for that. Now, you have to let him go." Vivienne said.

"I know what I have to do and I even know the reason for it, but it doesn't make this any easier." Gil replied.

"Necessity is often not easy." Vivienne stated using her father's old phrase. Gil turned towards her and grinned.

"As long as I have you then I know I'll make it through this." Gil kissed her and she returned the kiss passionately as she wrapped her arms around him.

Duncan watched out his window as his army prepared to march towards Castle Moray. His generals were giving their men their last instructions and words of encouragement before the march was to begin.

"I wish this could have been avoided." Drexia sighed as she watched the preparations next to him. Duncan nodded.

"I do as well." Duncan replied in a near whisper. Drexia's eyes went wide with surprise.

"You do? I thought you wanted this to happen." She replied. Duncan glanced at her for a moment before he sighed and looked back out the window.

"You think I'm a monster just like everyone else I suppose." Duncan sighed again deeply. "If I am guilty of anything it's following the advice that Fate bestowed upon me. I'm doing what I have to. I can't let Canmore be taken by Macbeth and killed. I cannot allow Macbeth to take my throne from me."

"You killed other innocent people." Drexia reminded him. Duncan scoffed at that.

"I suppose you deserve to know why. You have been my most loyal subject after all." Duncan took a deep breath and began to tell his story. "I was a lad when the Fates first appeared before me. They told me I would be King before my eighteenth birthday."

"That sounds like great news." Drexia informed him. Duncan shook his head.

"That meant my father would be dead by then." He pointed out. Drexia's eyes went wide at that admission. "When their prophecy came true they came to me after my coronation. They told me that I would need to keep the title of Prince in order to keep my followers loyal and that several will still rise up against me."

"All those men you killed…" Drexia began. Duncan nodded slowly.

"All were going to turn against me. The Fates showed me the future if I didn't have them killed." He looked up at her suddenly. "The man you burned alive at my direction was going to murder me within days."

"Did you ever think that the Fates could be wrong?" Drexia asked still unsure what to think of what she was hearing.

"Of course I did." Duncan walked back toward his desk. "So, I started to investigate their claims and I found each one to be true."

"I still believe they are wrong about this." Drexia replied after a moment.

"For my son's sake I cannot risk that." Duncan looked at her seriously for a moment. "Are you still on my side?"

"The damned fool," Jackal shouted as he paced back and forth. "What the hell was he thinking?" He threw a glass against the wall in the Pack's hideout.

"You didn't really think that gargoyle would actually wait for us did you?" Hyena said with a laugh as she brushed her hair out of her eyes. Wolf walked in the small kitchen that they were sitting in and grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"What did you expect from him?" Wolf chuckled as he popped the lid off. "Broadway does whatever the hell Broadway wants and too hell with the rest of us." He laughed and then took a long drink. Jackal scowled at him and Hyena laughed again.

"Maybe it's time we rid ourselves of that annoyance?" Jackal suggested. "I understand that he's full of pride. I mean which of us isn't?" He used his talons to slice through a loaf of bread as he prepared to make a sandwich. "Attacking Macbeth alone just because he thinks he has something to prove is just plain stupid and reckless."

"So, then what do you suggest we do?" Hyena asked curiously. "It's not like we can just kill him."

"Why not," Wolf asked suddenly.

"Do you really think this story we made up is going to work?" Cold-Fire asked Demona for the hundredth time since they decided to work with Xanatos. Demona rolled her eyes and growled irritably.

"I thought we already discussed this." She snarled angrily. She rubbed her temples to make the headaches go away. "Look, like I said before there is no reason for the clan to doubt us unless we give them one."

"They think we died during the attack on Wyvern." Cold-Fire reminded her.

"Just stick with the plan and soon we will be part of our clan once more." Demona said irritably. Cold-Fire grinned wickedly at her.

"Is it becoming part of the clan you care about or being with your mate again?" She asked in a sultry tone. Demona's eyes widened in shock, she couldn't believe what her sister was suggesting.

"Of course, I want to see Goliath again, but I care for our clan as much as anyone." Demona's eyes flared red as she spoke.

"I meant no offense. I was simply stating that you can say your happier to see him and not feel guilty about it." Cold-Fire pointed out. "If I could see Cold Stone again, don't you think that I would do that?"

"Yes dammit, as usual you are right." Demona roared. Xena walked into the room in her gargoyle form and looked at them both in surprise.

"What are you two arguing about now?" Xena asked in a fierce whisper. "The other gargoyles are just a couple of floors up and they'll hear you if you don't quiet down."

"Xanatos needs to hurry up and give us the damn signal." Demona snarled.

"Just remember, Michael granted us this brief glimpse into this time to get more information before we go to Brooklyn's time and stop Lucifer. We won't have long to get reacquainted." Cold Fire pointed out.

"What am I looking for?" Elisa Maza asked herself as she looked around the castle. She had just ditched Owen and decided to do a search to see what Xanatos was hiding. Elisa walked out onto the terrace and leaned against the edge. She was enjoying the view of the city below until she started to hear a growling sound coming from behind her. Elisa slowly drew her gun and quickly turned.

"Freeze," She shouted as she aimed her gun at the shadow that was slowly moving towards her. The gargoyles blue dog moved slowly towards her and its eyes began to glow bright white. It dug its claws into the ground as it prepared to pounce and Elisa backed away slowly. Goliath appeared suddenly and grabbed the gun from her hand and crushed it. She nervously stepped back again and tripped over the edge of the terrace and began to fall over the side. Goliath jumped over the edge and dove to catch her. Once he had her in his arms he spread his wings and glided to the nearest edge on the building before setting her down. He began to leave and she reached out to him. "Who are you? What are you?" Elisa asked curiously. "How do we get back up. After all I can't fly."

"We don't fly. We can only glide on currents of wind." Goliath pointed out. "There are none here strong enough to lift us back up."

"So, we're stuck here?" Elisa asked sounding defeated. Goliath sighed and lifted her up before placing her on his back.

"Wha…what are you…" Elisa began.

"Hang on," He said as he began to climb up the wall of Xanatos's building on his way back to the castle. She gripped him tight around his throat and he glanced back in annoyance. "Trust me," he said in a patient tone and she loosened her grip on him slightly. After they reached the top he set her back down. The dog began to growl at her again and Goliath scratched him behind the ears. "Don't worry, he is safe. Now, what were you doing in the castle and please don't fall off the building this time."

"The Fates told me that the only way we can survive this upcoming war was to work with them to cast a spell that will strengthen us." Macbeth responded to the questions Demona and Cold-Fire asked when he first appeared in the room with Xena and the Fates.

"What kind of spell?" Demona asked suddenly suspicious of the Fates motives.

"This spell is like the bonding ceremony however you will not be tied to each other in the same way as you would be to your mates." The blonde Fate advised.

"You would feed off of each other's strengths." The black-haired Fate added.

"If Drexia sides with Duncan, you will need the power you can only get from the spells we offer." The white-haired Fate finished.

"What does it entail?" Demona asked curiously. "I would need to see this spell before it is used on us." The Fates shook their heads.

"We need to cast it now to have the desired effect." They replied in unison.

"If you want to save both of your peoples Macbeth stand back to back with Demona." The blonde Fate ordered.

"Cold-Fire, stand back to back with Brooklyn." The white-haired Fate ordered.

"Xena stand between the two groups." The black-haired Fate ordered. Once everyone was in place the three fates made a large triangle below them and each Fate took a corner. They began to chant and began to float a foot in the air as they started to glow and circle around the group. Macbeth's hair began to turn white and Demona's age lines slowly disappeared. They both could feel their muscles growing at such a fast rate that the pain was nearly unbearable. The other members of the group noticed similar feelings. Cold-Fire and Brooklyn both felt younger. They felt the pain of their muscles growing but when it ended they felt stronger than they ever had before. Xena nearly doubled over as her transformation into her gargoyle form began on its own.

"Now, Duncan's army will stand no chance of defeating you." The Fates advised and then disappeared from the room.

"Saddle my horse." Duncan ordered as he and Drexia left the castle to join their army. His stable boy quickly brought his horse around and he got on top of it and rode it to the front of the army that was awaiting his orders. "Bodhe and Macbeth have turned against us. They are traitors and you will now forget that these people were once friends, family, and allies. They are enemies to be destroyed and nothing more." The army listened and some in the crowd nodded slowly. "Do any of you have a problem with this? If so you need to tell me right now." He waited for a few moments but no one said anything. His general rode up to him wearing full plate armor and he removed his helmet.

"Despite the fact that my brother is among them I will follow you my lord. I'm certain that everyone here will agree that even if our families have sided with those traitors that they are no longer family of ours and we will do what is necessary to end this war quickly and efficiently." The general shouted so even the men in the back could hear him.

"Well said General. Lead them out." The general nodded and called for the army to begin marching out of the castle courtyard and head towards Castle Moray.

Macbeth's army waited nervously at the edge of the woods outside the castle. It was so quiet that they could hear the jingling of the armor the knights were wearing as they shuffled around as they waited impatiently. Their nerves grew tauter with each passing moment and then they finally began to hear it. They heard the unmistakable sound of hoof beats marching in rhythm with the sound of marching soldiers behind them. After a few minutes Duncan's army became visible and it took all of the control Macbeth's troops could muster to keep from abandoning the field. After Duncan's forces became visible it quickly became clear to Macbeth that his army was outnumbered by at least three to one. Duncan and Drexia moved to the center of the cleared area between the two armies. Macbeth, Gil, and Vivienne rode up to meet them.

"Last chance traitor, surrender now and I will allow your people to live." Duncan demanded. Macbeth gritted his teeth but responded loud enough for everyone to hear him.

"You have lost your way Duncan. Everyone here has been completely loyal to the kingdom and would have given their lives for you. Now, you come to kill us all simply because you have a misguided belief that everyone around you is a traitor." Macbeth then turned his attention to Duncan's forces. "This madman will turn on you as well. Don't you understand that." He then turned towards Drexia. "Don't you see what he has become. I thought that you understood what he is doing."

"I understand just fine and you will die." Drexia said and her eyes burned bright gold as she spoke.

"Enough talk," Duncan drew his sword and the sound of the war cries from both armies was deafening as each side drew their weapons and began to charge forward.