All characters appearing in Gargoyles and Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles are copyrighted to Buena Vista Television/The Walt Disney Company. I've taken the idea for the Unseelie Court from the TGS. Characters and concepts from Star Trek are property of Paramount and created by Gene Roddenberry. No infringement of these copyrights is intended, and is not authorized by the copyright holder. All original characters are the property of SN.

Note: I'm disregarding the events of the "Goliath Chronicles", with the exception of "The Journey" because I do not wish to use the rest of the "Goliath Chronicles" as canon to my story. Also, I am altering large sections of the Star Trek storyline, especially concerning events like WWIII and the Eugenics Wars, which without the Cold War as a backdrop probably wouldn't happen the way Roddenberry wrote them, if at all. This story takes place one week after "Falls".

Training Guerillas

By SN/TVfan

Email: Sam_Nary

Unknown Location

"The status of the campaign in China is not going well," Five reported to his fellow Council members, "Other than Hainan Island, Khan has gained control over all of Guangdong province and has recruited pirates to begin raiding the ships taking supplies to Hainan island."

"Pirates?" One asked.

"Ones he's equipped with very heavy weapons," Five nodded, "They haven't sunk any ships, but two Chinese destroyers have taken extremely heavy damage."

"He hasn't sent out any of the ships he captured at Hong Kong, Canton, or Macao?" Four asked.

"He didn't capture many," Five answered, "sending them out would invite disaster. The real question should be why he's done little in the way of bombing Hainan island or the supply ships. He's captured far more in the way of aircraft and pilots as he's advanced."

"And his supermen soldiers are programmed from the beginning to be as good as the world's best fighter aces," One grumbled, "he doesn't necessarily need to free Anti-Illuminati pilots."

"So what will he do now?" Four asked, "He has to take Beijing to stand a chance of actually conquering China, and we've been reinforcing that area with our available commandos from the orient region and the Chinese army has its strongest defenses around their capital."

"The most direct route would be to attack from Lanzhou straight for Beijing," Five told him, "but it's mostly desert terrain and would actually require Khan's entire advance to come to a halt for the time being."

"A halt?" One asked.

"His advance to Hong Kong took a good deal of his men south," Five answered, "He will need to stop and reposition his troops, if he is to take the direct approach. His other option is to leapfrog up the coast with small flanking advances to protect them until they reach the Yellow, Huang He, River and then make a direct advance on Beijing… but that would require marching farther and would extend his lines… but it is an option he can take immediately."

"What about a broad advance? Instead of a singular narrow thrust?" Six wondered.

"He'd still need to stop for that," Five sighed, "and even still, the greatest problem isn't really Khan or his supermen. It's this witch that's helping him. She's weakened our defenses in nearly every battle to the point where we have to retreat to survive, and our agents have failed in their fights with her."

"What about Demona and the gargoyles with her?" Three wondered.

"We are still unable to contact her," One reminded, "and to all our intelligence reports, she is now behind the lines that Khan controls."

"Likely trying to kill Khan herself," Four spoke, "which would be all the more reason to get her to ally with us."

"Losing Khan likely won't stop his forces and since all of the supermen were bread to have the same skills, it isn't likely that killing Khan would help our cause much," Five warned, "Khan would likely be replaced by another."

"Yes, we'd need Demona at the front where she could potentially turn the tide in our favor," One nodded, "but she is not there… and even if she were it is doubtful that she'd fight along side us."

"Then what else can we do?" Three asked, "We must do something."

"Five and I will go," One sighed and volunteered, "Perhaps we can turn the tide against this witch that Khan has recruited."

The other members of the Illuminati Council nervously sighed at that. The things in China were going bad if two members of the Council were going to go directly to deal with the problem. Five looked the most nervous, but he did agree with One. They would have to go. And a replacement 'One' and 'Five' would take their place while they were gone, even if it was only to give the Council a vote.

Tibet

A lone support helicopter flying close to the mountain tops and carrying equipment from Khan's base to frontline units moved slowly, barely missing the tops of the mountains as I flew. Its movements, however, was not unnoticed, and Demona and two female members of Je Lu's clan, Ming and Xing watched it intently as it flew.

"There doesn't seem to be many people in that helicopter," Ming commented to the sky blue female.

"It's mission is to carry supplies," Demona answered, "the people that will unload it are at is destination."

"And you're certain the crew are 'supermen'?" Xing wondered.

"They left Khan's base," Demona answered, "that is enough. Besides, this is to be a training exercise for you. To perfect the skills Yama and Yoshi have been teaching you in the cave."

"By taking down a helicopter?" Xing wondered.

"I will take down the helicopter down," Demona told them, "You will take down the pilot and copilot, who likely be disoriented by the crash."

Ming and Xing only looked on as Demona began to chant something.

Inside the helicopter, the pilot and copilot went about their mission, when the engines suddenly came to a stop without even sputtering. They feared that they would crash to the ground violently, but that fear was quickly dashed by a hard jolt that came out of nowhere.

"What was that?" the copilot gasped, "are we on the ground?"

"I don't think so," the pilot replied.

He tried the engine again. It didn't respond in anyway, no alarm, no indication that he was out of fuel. Just no starting of the engine. Neither man knew why the engine wasn't working. The pilot was tempted to try and climb out, but when he looked out the pilot's side window, he noticed three winged figures gliding through the air toward the 'downed' helicopter.

"Gargoyles!" the pilot gasped quickly and began to get out of his seat, "they must be after the supplies!"

The copilot leaned forward and saw the formation of gargoyles gliding toward them. He was quick to join his partner as he began prying the lid off of one of the crates to get at the weapons and or ammunition within them.

"Hurry," the pilot urged, "they aren't invincible. We've got to be ready for when they attack. They'll be here any moment!"

The copilot turned to the crate nearest to him when he saw the door behind the pilot suddenly vanish, as the door behind him vanished, which he did not see. They had little time to react as a sudden gust of wind then pulled each man out of the door behind them and sent them sliding down a surprisingly smooth slope onto what looked like a plateau in the middle of the Himalayas.

"They have largely been disarmed and are isolated from each other," Demona spoke, "you know have your training exercise."

"This still doesn't seem like good training to me," Xing commented.

"The best training is hands on," Demona replied, "and I will back you up should either of you have trouble."

Ming and Xing slowly nodded, as Demona had explained a good portion of her former clan's history, and how every gargoyle in it largely ended up a warrior to deal with potential threats to the castle. Demona left out her betrayal of the clan, as it wouldn't the present situation.

"If you're certain, Demona," Ming spoke and then began to dive toward the pilot, who was just beginning to get up.

Ming took a passing swipe at the pilot as she came closer. He had only just gotten to his feet, and was essentially floored by the attack. It knocked him to the ground and made him lose the gun he was reaching for besides. Ming meanwhile landed a few feet away from him. She nervously assumed the basic fighting stance that Yama had taught all of Je Lu's clan as part of his martial arts training. She was silent as she did so.

The pilot, however, was not so quiet. With a great scream of anger, he jumped to his feet and charged at the Tibetan gargoyle. He dove at her waist, intending to take her to the ground and beat the gargoyle to a pulp for attacking them. Ming managed to dodge the initial attack, but the pilot dropped low and then pivoted on one foot and swung his other leg around to take Ming to the ground. When he returned to his feet, he then moved to try and stomp on the fallen gargoyle.

Ming did not let him do that, however, and was quick to roll away before his foot hit the ground where she had been. The pilot only watched as Ming got back to her feet and resumed her fighting stance.

"Are you honestly treating this like some boxing match?!" the pilot gasped in disbelief, and then kicked the ground throwing snow and a few small rocks into Ming's eyes, "this is a fight to the DEATH fool! There are no rules."

"No rules?" Ming questioned and then slashed at the pilot with her talons ready.

The blow caught the pilot around the chest, and Ming's talons easily tore through his bullet-proof vest and knocked the man back. He gripped his chest trying to hold back the pain he felt. Ming then moved forward and kicked the pilot in the chest, sending him crashing into a portion of the raised pillar that Demona had raised to incapacitate the helicopter the man had been piloting. He bounced hard of the rock and fell unconscious after he hit the ground.

The copilot managed to draw his gun as he staggered to his feet, but he wasn't in much shape to do much of anything. Xing was slightly more confident in fighting with the man and landed a kick against the copilot's chest as she landed, which knocked him down and sent him skidding back. She assumed her own stance while the copilot tried to shake the cobwebs out of his head.

"Surrender!" Xing growled at him.

"Never, Illuminatus!" the copilot growled back and turned his gun on Xing while he tried to get up.

Xing managed to avoid the first two shots, but the third ended up going through one of her wing membranes. It was not a serious wound, but it still hurt nonetheless. Xing cringed and twisted around and slapped the man in the face with her tail. The blow stung the man's eyes and made him stagger backward. He raised a hand and began to rub his eyes to try and alleviate the stinging sensation he felt there.

Xing tried to advance in the hopes of trying finish the copilot off, but he raised his gun with his other hand and then fired two shots blindly. The first shot was well wide of Xing, but the second caught her in the shoulder before she even had a chance to try and dodge the shot. Xing roared with pain and on muscle reflex thrust one arm forward, and connected with the man's chest in a rather ineffective looking swipe.

The blow, however, did far more then what Xing expected. He didn't expect to be on the receiving end of a physical attack and the swipe on Xing's part sent him staggering backward. He ended up slipping on some lose rocks and then tumbling over the edge and falling down into the rocky and snow covered gorge below them. Xing dove to try and catch him, but she missed, and the copilot ended up falling to his doom. Xing couldn't watch the man's final moments.

"He's dead," Xing gasped.

"Yes," Demona nodded as she came down for a landing and began to check Xing over. She couldn't let any of her makeshift 'clan', especially Wedrington, suffer any injury that stone-sleep wouldn't cure.

The wounds weren't that bad and she could probably even glide back to their hideout, though she likely wouldn't be able to carry much.

"But… I KILLED him!" Xing spoke.

"I believe it was the fall that actually killed him," Demona corrected, "and it was quite clear that he was trying to kill you. Something all warriors must accept is that their 'job' often requires that they kill someone."

Xing did not answer as she was still uncomfortable with the entire situation.

"I know that you and your clan is not used to this and doesn't like having to fight anyone," Demona spoke, "you've never had to fight anyone before, and suddenly being in a war is tough. Every gargoyle in my old clan felt much the same way when they had to fight their first battle."

"I do not like the idea of killing," Xing spoke, "restraining, maybe, but I do not like killing."

"Few do, according to what I've learned from Wedrington, but I must tell you that I've had a very hard life," Demona told the Tibetan female, "I'm afraid I'm probably not the one to talk to about all this."

Xing only sighed, "we're still to take what we can carry away from this chopper?"

"Ming and I will carry what we can," Demona spoke, "I'd prefer that you relax and not strain yourself."

Demona then turned back to the helicopter she had used magic to restrain.

The Cave

Yama, meanwhile, took the rest of the group through fairly basic katas and training exercises that the Ishimuran clan normally learned while they were hatchlings. It seemed odd, even to Yoshi, to be teaching adults the skills hatchlings were taught, but then from what they had learned, the Tibetan clan had never had to fight anyone for years. And, their personal philosophies were all non-violent in any way, be it protecting, attacking, or for sport, the way humans had wrestling and boxing matches, and martial arts tournaments.

As a result, it was no surprise to Yama that they had been beaten when Khan's supermen first attacked them. The Tibetan clan had no need for warrior training and devoted its time to peaceful philosophy, ironically, something many warriors wanted pursue rather then combat, but this left them vulnerable to Khan's supermen. This meant that Yama and Yoshi were now teaching Je Lu and his clan how fight, in the sense of teaching martial arts.

Wedrington was there as well, and seemed fairly interested, though Yama and Yoshi found his skill set to be different from the Tibetans. He didn't have the skills that most of the Ishimuran clan did, or the experience that Goliath and his clan did, but he did know some basic self defense moves, which was a decent starting point for the white lion-like gargoyle. He followed the Tibetans as Yama and Yoshi took them through the basic beginning points of their training, but both Ishimuran gargoyles agreed that Wedrington was ready for more of the advanced training and preparation that Demona was giving to other members of Je Lu's clan.

And that was where both Yama and Yoshi were nervous. As untrained and unprepared for combat as the Tibetan clan was, it was not wise to take them out, even on small raids that only harassed Khan's supply lines. Such training would work to give those who were somewhat more advanced more confidence for when the big battle came, but would be a serious liability for those that were inexperienced. Both Yama and Yoshi voiced their concerns, but Demona largely dismissed them, saying that her powers as a sorceress would insure that that those with her suffered no serious injury.

Yama and Yoshi didn't believe that, but they weren't about to argue. So far, Kay hadn't broken the spell Demona had placed on him to make him guard them during the day, so they guessed that her magic could do a lot for them.

"Is this right?" a Tibetan female asked nervously.

"You'll want to crouch a little more and widen your stance a little," Yama instructed, "it'll improve your balance and allow you to go through the rest of the kata."

"But that isn't the way you or Yoshi stand," the female spoke.

"Yes, but it is important to remember that while there are rules for the forms… it is important you retain a stance and outward form that is comfortable for you," Yama explained, "If you try to stick the perceived rules to the point that you're uncomfortable, you wouldn't be able to respond to attacks in a real battle situation."

"Like this?" the female asked.

Yama nodded.

Khan's Base

"We've received a report from our units at Alxa Youqi," Khan's second reported as he entered Khan's office, "the supply chopper did not arrive."

"It didn't?" Khan asked as he looked up from the maps he was studying.

"Yes sir," the second in command nodded, "I've sent out some search teams, but I'd fear we've already lost the supplies."

"Yes," Khan nodded, "likely Demona's little training runs with the gargoyles with her. She's been attacking our supply lines on occasion."

"We ought to attack her cave," the second in command spoke, "we know where it is. We could easily annihilate it with a few bombs during the day."

"We could, but remember according to what we've learned from the Illuminati's own files," Khan pointed out, "Demona is a wild card in every sense of the word. She is temperamental, hates humanity, a skilled sorceress, and above all immortal. We can not kill her. And as much as Marilyn and Damien like to think they can, that is impossible."

"So we're to let her ravage our supply lines, benefiting the Illuminati?" the second in command wondered.

"In a sense, yes," Khan answered, "So long as she if focused on these small raids on our supplies, we can focus on our real enemy, the Illuminati. Need I remind you that even after China falls the Illuminati will continue to fight. North Korea, Mongolia, Vietnam, Laos, Burma, and possibly a few of the former Soviet Republics may be roped in to this, under the "suspicion" that I'm some reincarnation of Hitler seeking to destroy the world."

"It is our intention to conquer it," the second commented, "We both know the Illuminati will eventually cook up some perceived threat on our part to other countries, exposing your plans. We can not let Demona continue to run wild behind our lines."

"Probably not," Khan nodded, "but dealing with her will require both Marilyn and Damien together, since she will need to be restrained, which therefore will require both of them to overpower her. The rest of her group is of no consequence. They're using Demona's magic the same way we are using Marilyn and Damien. Without Demona, they'll fall apart… but until China is completely ours, and we have the room to maneuver a bit, both Marilyn and Damien will be needed at times to deal with matters at the front."

"Marilyn's the only one at the front so far," the second suggested, "perhaps you could let Damien patrol the area. If this incident is like the others it shouldn't be too far away. He could easily patrol the area at night, which is what we made him to do."

Khan nodded, "and it would let him get his wish to battle with Demona, wouldn't it. What is the radius of the attacks on our supply lines?"

"No more then ten miles from here," the second replied, "or at least that's where we've found the wreckage of what has been attacked. She may have attacked them closer and they managed to flee that far… or they traveled that far as they crashed."

Khan nodded, "Then give Damien the good news. He is to escort our supply helicopters for ten miles every night from now on, but tell him to try and stay out of sight. Perhaps we can get luck and Damien will disorient Demona enough that we can capture her."

The second in command nodded.

"Have you received any word from Marilyn on how the advance is going?" Khan wondered.

"The siege of Hainan island continues," his second in command reported, "though we might be able make some landings at Haikou soon. From there the Pro-Illuminati forces will be worn down. Marilyn is most concerned about the eventual drive for Beijing. I believe she is concerned she won't be given an opportunity to lead the attack."

"As the bulk of our forces are farther south from where the most direct route of advance is," Khan chuckled, "when you get the time, tell her not to worry. She will be there for main attack. Also instruct her to raid the Chinese supply base at Shantou, alone. It will have the supplies Demona intercepted."

"At once, sir," his second responded.

The waters off of Hainan Island

A lone Chinese destroyer slowly made its way toward the island that Khan's forces had under a state of siege. A siege that since the fall of Hong Kong had become worse. And now, Chinese ships had been damaged by small pirate sized raiders. So far, the Chinese navy had controlled the waters around China without intervention. The United States Navy was stronger, but they remained around Taiwan and in a largely defensive stance, allowing the Chinese to patrol their own waters, which the Chinese government and navy supported.

This did not help them, though. Khan was giving these pirates weaponry that was allowing the pirates to actually engage the Chinese fleet with some chances of success. They had seriously damaged one destroyer, and if it weren't for a second warship coming to support the first, they would have sunk it. And that had turned most of that convoy around. Now, they were making another attempt to reinforce and resupply the Pro-Illuminati troops on the island and pick up the wounded. The ships captain looked somewhat nervous as they went.

Not so much that the pirates allied with Khan might attack, but that the anti-Illuminati flyers that Khan had would try to bomb the convoy, or that Khan's sorceress would attack them. They were after all the bigger threat. But neither of those threats appeared. Instead it was once again the threat that had been challenging the Chinese fleet of late. It was pirates.

"They're coming at about fifty five knots," the radar officer reported, "they appear to have torpedoes tied to the side of the boat."

"Torpedoes?"

"Yes, sir," the radar officer nodded, "and it appears to be on a collision course with us!"

The captain then turned to look out a window to see a small speck running straight towards the destroyer. He pulled up a pair of binoculars to look at it, and that gave him a better outline of a small speed boat. Although, it did look as though it was a military grade craft and not some altered small time fishing boat.

"Pull hard to port to avoid them, arm our guns!" the captain ordered.

The ship began to turn, and he glanced to see his destroyer's guns turning to aim at the smaller boat rushing toward them. As it came closer, though, his executive officer noticed something.

"Sir, I don't see any crew on that boat!"

"What?" the captain gasped, "then how is it turning?"

And sure enough, the small pirate boat was turning. Turing to keep itself aimed at the warship, but there were no crew on the ship.

"Can we hit it?" the captain asked, referring to the destroyer's naval guns.

"It's too close already sir," the gunnery officer spoke nervously as the small craft sped toward the at high speed.

"Abandon ship!" the captain ordered, "All hands, abandon…"

He was cut off as the small boat sped toward his ship and then detonated both torpedoes against the hull of the ship. What followed was a violent explosion that was felt for miles away. This actually paused the convoy as the ships dodged to avoid speed boat attacks. But none came.

On the shore, a Chinese pirate leader stood beside one of Khan's officers watching the destruction of the Chinese destroyer.

"You didn't hit one of the supply ships," Khan's officer.

"What does it matter?" the pirate answered, "this whole mission was to test the radio control equipment your leader has sent down here. Does it matter whether the sunken ship is a supply ship or a destroyer?"

"The destroyer is not carrying supplies for the troops on Hainan Island," the officer answered, "the supply ships are. Which is why they were the target."

"And if we were to board and loot the ships, I'd agree," the pirate replied, "but we'd end up dead if we were to do that."

"The sinking of the ship would help our siege of the island," the officer spoke, "the destroyer is inconsequential."

"Not from a propaganda point of view," the pirate retorted, "You've made a bold statement by sinking their warship… a statement that you are no to be trifled with."

"The present war is a land war," the officer pointed out, "Controlling the sea doesn't matter. If the Chinese are forced to intern their fleet in foreign harbors, they will be defeated. Taiwan will not allow Communist Chinese warships to use their cities as a base, and neither will South Korea or Japan. North Korea might, but they border China directly. Khan can invade them once China falls."

"Just remember, I sacrificed my boat for your little experiment," the pirate reminded the officer, "therefore it is my victory and I intend to enjoy it. If you're so concerned about the soldiers on the island, then perhaps you should assault their positions and be done with it."

The officer only gave a frustrated sigh.

Shantou

Marilyn quietly entered a large supply depot on the outskirts of Shantou. It was well protected to insure that the munitions inside couldn't be destroyed by bombs or missiles, or at least not easily. But the structure had been constructed hastily in order to make it transportable, should the front lines approach it, and this allowed Marilyn to easily sneak in.

"All too easy," Marilyn commented as she left two guards peacefully sleeping as if nothing was wrong.

There would likely be other guards on duty, as Marilyn began transporting them to the lines that Khan's men controlled, but it was unlikely that she'd run into serious opposition. Demona was in Tibet now, as far as she knew, and the Illuminati wouldn't send an agent to defend a supply dump. Her task was easy as she started by making several crates of ammunition, weapons, gasoline, diesel fuel, and other pieces of equipment that would be needed invisible to all eyes but her own. Once she had it all, she lifted up the items needed through her magic and they harmlessly floated behind her as she made her way out through the large loading doors.

As she came out, she stumbled into a pair of soldiers who had just discovered the bodies of their two sleeping comrades.

"It's the witch!" the first of the two soldiers shouted in alarm, "we're under attack!"

The second raised his rifle and aimed it toward Marilyn, letting her know what he intended to do. Before a shot could even be fire, Marilyn turned chanted something. Almost instantaneously, the man's clothing burst into flames. He dropped his weapon and backed away, screaming in pain. The first man fired two shots, which hit Marilyn in the shoulder, but her body armor absorbed most of the impact, and since the bullets weren't iron, her powers in magic helped heal the rest.

"I am afraid that you'll have to do better then that," Marilyn commented with a smile and delivered a strong kick to the man's chest.

The kick threw the man backward until he collided with a parked truck and collapsed to the ground. He didn't move, but the brief scuffle did raise alarms from the camps near the supply depot. Marilyn would have to be fast to avoid being detected.

The Cave

Wedrington was quiet as Demona returned to the cave that they were all operating from with Xing and Ming following behind, along with a several crates of military hardware. He guessed that they would be mostly for the 'enslaved' superman, Kay, but Wedrington wasn't really going to wonder about any details. As he approached, he noticed that Xing was carrying some gunshot wounds. One was through one of her wings, while the other was through a shoulder.

"Are you alright?" Wedrington asked as he approached the group.

"We're fine, largely," Demona answered.

"Xing's been shot!" Je Lu gasped as he approached.

"It's not bad," Xing told her leader, "it'll heal during the day."

"If Khan does not attack during the day," Yama commented, "which is another reason why I suggested this wait until they've completed the training that will be required."

"You'd think he'd attack during the day?" Wedrington wondered.

"It would be the strategically wise thing to do," Yama answered, "all we have for a daytime guardian is the superman that Demona enslaved, and to be honest, if Khan is anything like what you think he is… he wouldn't care about that. We're helpless during the day and Kay is only one man… one who can not repel an attack from several men… at least not for long."

"He has not attacked us yet," Demona pointed out.

Several of the Tibetan gargoyles nodded in agreement at this.

"Given, but that doesn't mean he could," Yama commented, "I do not presume to know Khan's plans, but he might not have attacked us because he does not consider us to be a threat to him at the present time. Which is why I disapprove of these raids. It will attract Khans attention. It may convince him that we are a foe worth fighting. And then what will we do if he attacks at dawn… or merely during the day?"

"That is where these raids come in," Demona tried to explain, "they will grant us the weaponry and firepower to hold off any assault force for some time. Which is why we've mostly been stealing guns, ammunition, RPGs, hand held surface to air missiles…"

"Kay is only one man," Yoshi commented, "he couldn't possibly operate all that equipment. At least not in a manner that would be considered effective."

"Ultimately these weapons will be controlled by an automated system," Demona explained, "and equipment won't be that hard to get."

"Where?" Shi La asked, "the Illuminati map indicated that there are no other Illuminati bunkers in Tibet that we could use… and even outside Tibet, it's likely that Khan has found them."

"And I doubt you'd storm Khan's base to get the equipment needed," Yama commented, "it would defeat the purpose of stealing these weapons."

"Khan may not have gone into those other bunkers," Demona spoke, "and if he has… then perhaps we could borrow some equipment from a different Illuminati base. China isn't an island."

"This all carries an awful lot of risk," Yama warned.

"There are risks in everything, you should know that," Demona told him.

"Maybe, but I do not want to risk dishonor by committing rash actions," Yama warned.

"Nothing dishonorable has been done," Demona answered, "and if it looks like Khan might move against us during the day… if he finds us… we'll move to a safer spot."

"Are you sure," Wedrington asked the immortal female, sounding concerned, "they do have concerns that could be considered legitimate."

"Trust me," Demona answered, "I know the risks. I will not let anyone needlessly be killed…"

And at that moment, the sun rose, and only Kay remained "awake" as the gargoyles turned to stone for the day.

To Be Continued…