Good day Readers and Gargoyle Fans!
I know, I know, I just posted a new chapter a week ago so I should hold off another week before posting this chapter.
Well, I'm impatient as heck, and figured that even if a lot of people don't read this, then I'll post for the other impatient people who need a little brightness in their week. So here's Chapter Seven! Enjoy!
First-Time Visits and A Favor:
Elijah POV:
"Nervous," Elijah asked his Uncle Jeffrey as he set a tray of glasses and a pitcher of lemonade on the library table.
"A little bit," his uncle told him calmly, calling Gilly over to his side as he made his way over to his armchair. "Even though I know there's nothing to worry about, everyone gets a little scared every now and then; even me."
"You're scared," Elijah asked incredulously, giving the blind author a surprised look. "You've met them all before! If anyone should be scared, it's me!"
The veteran gave a small laugh at his nephew's comment. "I didn't exactly know that they were gargoyles then, and they were just checking up on me after Demona turned everyone in New York City to stone; this is our first real chance to get to know one another."
"I still can't believe that actually happened" the teen replied, sitting on the couch as he started signing the alphabet to himself; he always did it whenever he was nervous. He looked over at the clock. "But they should be here soon."
"You're right," Jeffrey agreed, feeling the watch on his wrist. "And we have everything ready to go, and dinner's in the oven; nothing we can do now except wait." He sat down in his usual spot by the fireplace, as the teen kept a watchful eye on the sliding glass door, searching for any sign of movement from outside as his hand went through the familiar motions.
Finally, for the first time, the Clan was coming to visit Jeffrey and Elijah at their home for the entire evening. The gargoyles had decided to take a break from their usual patrol routine, figuring they needed a break. Besides, Elijah had been at school for two weeks now, and they [being Jeffrey and Hudson] figured it would be a nice diversion from his homework and a chance for him to meet the rest of the Clan. They had planned on leaving right after sunset, so they were due to arrive soon.
"There's nothing to be nervous about," Uncle Jeffrey suddenly spoke up, interrupting his thoughts. "I may not know the other clan members as well as Hudson or Brooklyn, but I can assure you that from what I know of them, they are very kind individuals. And know that they'll be nervous too, knowing that we know their secret."
"Where's this coming from," the deaf teen asked, looking over at his uncle as he paused at the letter 'O'.
"I'm blind, not stupid; I can hear you bouncing you leg for the past few minutes." Looking down at his leg, Elijah saw that it was indeed moving, but stopped as soon as he focused on it.
"Maybe I should pretend I'm sick and hide upstairs," he suggested wildly, getting up from the couch.
"Elijah," his uncle spoke up in that authoritative but kindly tone that made the teen pause by the library door, turning back to face the blind man. "I understand your fear; I can't imagine what it must feel like, since I had time to get to know Hudson before I learned he was a gargoyle, and you're meeting his whole clan all at once. But I assure you that they'll like you; I'm positive Brooklyn and Hudson have told the others about about you, and they'll know not to ask a lot of questions about your hearing."
"I know that," the boy said exasperatedly. "I just… I can still be nervous, right?"
"Of course you can," his uncle told him. "And it's perfectly normal. But I won't let you give into foolish fears that prevent you from being a good friend. Besides, they came here to meet you specifically, so it might be a little suspicious if you suddenly became bedridden; they would know something was up."
Elijah sighed, tapping the door frame with his fingers as he tried to settle the butterflies in his stomach. He knew that the longer he pushed off meeting the other gargoyles, the better; and like his uncle said, he was probably overreacting.
"You're right," he eventually said, walking back over to the couch. "No use being scared; I was scared twice before, I won't let there be a third."
A knock at the sliding glass door startled the two humans, and Gilly perked her head up, barking at the visitor who stood outside.
"Anyone home," Brooklyn called through the glass, giving them a large grin.
The teen could not help but grin in return, though he still felt nervous. "You made it!"
"We all did," Hudson spoke up, appearing over the red gargoyle's shoulder. "But we flew ahead to give ye a proper warning. Ye might want to let Gilly out, though; somethin' tells me that she's gonna be happy to see Bronx again."
"I agree; let's move outside for this," Jeffrey spoke up, getting up from his chair as Gilly led him to the door. "Elijah, the door?" The teen quickly opened the door, but the dog restrained herself as she led the blind man outside, only running away when Jeffrey said she could.
"Hey, Elijah," Brooklyn said brightly, then seeming to notice the anxiety on his face, he quickly held out his hands, palms down and fingers open, shaking them quickly. The gargoyle knew that signing was Elijah's preferred method of communication, and it also gave him an opportunity to work on his own signing. "Nervous?"
" … Kind of," the boy signed in reply, feeling like he needed to get the signing out of him before he had to start talking to everyone. "I'm trying not to be, but… I guess I'm still a little anxious. I don't know why…"
"It's okay," the crimson gargoyle signed, which was pretty awkward at some parts given his four fingers, and he finger-spelled some of the words. "You're gonna like them, and they're gonna like you!"
"Thanks." Elijah couldn't help but feel a little better at his friend's encouragement, and for a few moments, he forgot how nervous he was.
"I'm just gonna assume that you two aren't talkin' about us," Hudson spoke up, as the two friends turned towards him. "But it looks like the others are here."
Looking up, the teen saw a group of winged figures descending from the sky, heading straight for them. They landed a few feet away, the lead one dropping something that looked like a dog from a distance, but upon closer examination revealed rough blue skin, webbed ears, and claws that would put any wildcat to shame; the seeing-eye dog was a dwarf compared to the gargoyle. Looking excited, the wingless gargoyle-dog ran forward, as did Gilly, the two of them barking and chasing one another happily.
That must be Bronx, Elijah thought, smiling a little at how nice the two friends were playing around. Then, turning back to the main group of gargoyles, he tried to figure out who was who, based on what Hudson and Brooklyn had told him about their Clan.
First, he saw two gargoyles that were holding one another's hands, as if they were together. The first one was clearly male, fat, and had aqua-colored skin and large, almost webbed ears like a lizard. The other gargoyle, this one female, was more petite, muscular, and had lavender-colored skin and long, raven-black hair. They had to be Broadway and Angela, since they looked like a regular couple, and the hand-holding confirmed this; Angela also wore clothes, but everyone else wore only loincloths, except Hudson.
Looking back towards Bronx and Gilly, Elijah noticed a smaller gargoyle standing nearby, watching them. Height-wise, the small gargoyle would probably reach up to his waist, and had light green skin, and his wings were stretched between his arms and legs, like a flying squirrel, meaning he had to be Lex. Then, he finally turned towards the final gargoyle, instantly recognizing who he was, even without the process of elimination.
Staring up at Goliath, who towered over him like a looming mountain, the boy could tell that he was serious, wise, and strong; he'd heard stories of the gargoyle being able to tear through metal walls, and he shuddered a little at the thought. He had been told all about the leader of the Clan, including his kindness and loyalty to the citizens of New York, but the sight of the giant gargoyle was shocking for him, a bit of the old fear returning. Still feeling a little intimidated, he froze when the gargoyle turned his gaze towards him.
"You must be Elijah," the lavender gargoyle said to him, giving him a kind smile. "Hudson and Brooklyn have told me much about you. I am Goliath."
"H-H-Hi," the teen stammered, holding out his hand, which was covered by the gargoyle's hand when he shook it. "N-N-Nice to m-meet you."
"There's no need to be scared," Goliath told him, obviously sensing his nervousness. "We mean you no harm, and your uncle has helped us in the past. We are honored that you could come visit our home."
"Th-Thanks," the boy replied, managing to give a weak smile.
"It is nice to meet both of you," Angela spoke up, introducing herself to the teen and the author. "Hudson and Brooklyn talk about the two of you all the time!"
"And Brooklyn keeps trying to teach us to hand talk," Broadway added, "but I'm not as good at it as he is."
"It does take a lot of time to master," Elijah told him as he shook his hand, deciding not to correct the gargoyle's grammar, since Hudson mentioned that he was still learning to read as well. As he kept talking with the gargoyles, he became less and less nervous; why had he been scared earlier? It seemed silly, looking back at it now.
"Hi," Lex spoke up, coming over to the group and shaking the teen's hand. "The name's Lexington!"
"Nice to meet you. Is it true that you really repaired and flew a helicopter while it was crashing," the deaf boy asked, curious to hear if Brooklyn's story was true, as well as trying to find a topic of discussion that wasn't him.
"Yeah," the green gargoyle said modestly. "But I'm more into computers and stuff."
"That's pretty cool. I'm not much of a computer whiz, except for typing papers and video chatting friends back home," the teen replied, "but that's pretty impressive for someone who woke up in a new century three years ago."
"Let's go inside," Uncle Jeffrey suggested, calling Gilly over to his side. The dog instantly stopped playing and ran to her owner, and the ground trembled a little before Brooklyn was nearly knocked over by a large blue blur.
"Down, boy," Goliath ordered, and the dog-like gargoyle got off of the red gargoyle, looking over at Elijah. "Bronx, you remember Robbins and Gilly no doubt, and this is his nephew, Elijah."
"Nice to meet you," the teen said, kneeling down as the mute gargoyle-dog approached him, looking up at him with solid white eyes. "So you're Bronx; I heard you and Gilly are very good friends." The gargoyle nodded, holding out his head for the boy to scratch. Elijah smiled, indulging the gargoyle's request, and it gave a small hum of content. "You're pretty cool. Why don't you have wings? Or are they hidden?"
"He wasn't born with any," Brooklyn explained. "But he's still one of us through and through. Sorry he hasn't been to visit you sooner; he was waged in war against a group of pigeons that kept roosting near his spot, and he takes them very seriously." The dog-gargoyle, meanwhile, grinned as the boy continued to scratch behind his ears, leaning forward a little to sniff the teen's hearing aids while giving them a curious look. "You better not break those, Bronx. He needs them to hear."
"Really," Angela asked, now staring at the tiny machines as well.
"It's nothing," Elijah assured them, feeling a little embarrassed. "They just amplify the sound my ears receive to a level that I can hear. Without them, I wouldn't be able to hear anything."
"I may not agree with all human inventions," Goliath stated, "but I am pleased with how far they've come with devices like this. And devising a language that doesn't require verbal speech is very impressive."
"That's amazing," Lexington spoke up. "I doubt I could ever do something like that, even if I had five fingers!"
"You could still try if you wanted to," the teen replied. "I mean, Brooklyn's gotten several signs down, and he's pretty good at understanding me when I sign."
"I better be careful before they start having silent conversations with me in the room," Jeffrey spoke up, a small smile on his lips. "I may have good hearing, but I'm not that good!"
"Don't worry," Brooklyn assured him. "We'll try to keep those to a minimum."
"Agreed," Elijah added, both of them silently deciding to not mention that they were already having ASL conversations in front of the author. "Anyway, we were about to go inside?"
"Yes," his uncle agreed, and the group made their way inside the library and settled down to talk. Goliath, the teen noticed, stood by the door, ready to move at a moment's notice; he figured that even on a night off, the gargoyle could not help but be ready for an attack. Broadway stood behind the couch while Brooklyn, Angela and Elijah took the couch with Lex perched on the back of the couch. Of course, Jeffrey and Hudson took their usual armchairs, and both dogs lay down by their chairs.
"I'm glad you were all able to come," the blind author said, kicking off the conversation as his nephew poured glasses of lemonade, passing them around to the gargoyles. "I know that the last time we met, it was after Hudson's operation, and only in passing; I'm glad we now have the chance to properly get to know one another."
"And we are thankful for the invitation," Goliath spoke up, accepting a glass from Elijah. "It is not often that we have a night off."
"So you guys just fly around the city fighting crime," Elijah asked, resuming his seat. "Like a superhero?"
"We don't fight crime, per se," Lexington explained from his perch on the back of the sofa. "We basically make sure that nothing major is going wrong in the city, as well as occasionally aid Talon's Clan in the Labyrinth."
"I remember that place; Hudson told me about them," the boy replied. "They used to not like you guys, right?"
"Right, but we're all friends now; they're currently guarding Demona, too."
"She can't attack you guys, right? Since your home is protected, and she's locked up?" He had heard from the gargoyles about the fierce, seemingly immortal she-gargoyle who was hell-bent on killing all the humans.
"Yeah. But she's secure; Talon and the others offered to look after her tonight so we could visit you," Angela spoke up.
"Thank you," the deaf teen replied, looking at the Clan as a whole. "You guys have a pretty eventful life from what Brooklyn and Hudson have told me."
"It does usually end up that way," Goliath spoke up from his corner, the glass of lemonade looking almost out-of-place in his hand, still intimidating, but less so. "Whether we mean for it to or not."
"But at least it always turns out well in the end," Jeffrey spoke up. "Like now; you all are finally able to come here and visit the three of us."
"You have a nice house," Lex spoke up from his perch on the back of the sofa. "Kind of like Macbeth's, but less traps."
"And a lot of books," Broadway added, looking at one of the nearby shelves. "I guess you don't need a TV, Mr. Robbins, since you're blind and-"
"Broadway," Angela interrupted, giving him a warning look before he continued to insult their host.
"It's fine, Angela," the blind author replied, smiling a little. "While I don't really have need of a TV, I still keep one around to hear the news every now and then, as well as for Elijah. I keep it in the living room, leaving this room entirely dedicated to books."
"It's also where I study sometimes," Elijah added. "Not that I don't like the desk in my room; I just like the space of the living room."
"Not to mention watching reruns of old mystery films during the afternoon," his uncle asked, raising an eyebrow behind his glasses.
The teen gaped at him. "How did you-"
"When you've lived here as long as I have, you can tell when someone's doing their homework quietly versus trying to figure out who-done-it."
"I never knew you liked mystery films," Brooklyn said.
"That's because I usually watch them the evenings y'all aren't here, and we were always busy reading and talking the evenings you were here; I guess it just slipped my mind," Elijah replied. That was not exactly true, though; he liked watching mystery films by himself because he would be able to talk out loud to himself, solving the mystery before the detective did, without disturbing anyone else. "And Hudson said you guys watch a lot of TV and movies when you're at your home, so I didn't want to add to that."
"Could I see the TV, though," Lex asked. "Not to watch anything, but just see how it works?"
"I see no problem with that," Jeffrey spoke up, turning towards Hudson's general direction. "Unless you have any objections, Goliath."
"So long as he doesn't take apart the contraption or destroy it," the large gargoyle warned, and the small green one nodded.
"Can we come too," Broadway asked. "It'll give us a chance to see the kitchen if it's on the way."
"I don't see why not."
"I might as well come too," Brooklyn added. "I don't wanna be stuck with all the old-" He cut off as Hudson and Goliath glared at him while Jeffrey simply looked in his general direction with a passive expression.
"I mean… I, uh… Let's go," he said quickly, leaping off the couch, leaving his unfinished glass of lemonade on the table as he, Elijah, and the other young gargoyles made their way out of the library.
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"Smooth," Elijah told Brooklyn out in the hallway. "They're not even that old!"
"I'm sorry," the red gargoyle replied sarcastically. "You wanna take over next time?"
"Where's the living room," Lex asked.
"Where's the food," Broadway added, sniffing the air.
"Later," the teen told him, leading the group down the hall towards the living room.
The living room was slightly bigger than the library, but lacked the wall-to-wall bookshelves that the other room had. This room also had a few couches, armchairs, and a coffee table, and a fireplace not unsimilar to the one in the library. However, this room included a TV that sat by the wall with one of the couches facing it, as well as a pretty decent sound system machine next to it that included a CD and cassette tape player, as well as a radio. On the opposite of the room were two large windows, revealing the dark countryside outside. Wallpaper covered the walls, along with several paintings.
"Sorry," Elijah said quickly, going over to the coffee table and scrambling to gather his homework and notebooks he was working on earlier. "Forgot I left this stuff out."
"This room is beautiful," Angela said, admiring one of the paintings on the wall, which was of a simple sunset scene. "No wonder you like working in here so often."
"What's school like," Lex asked, going over to the couch and perching on the back of it; it seemed that he preferred to always put himself at a height closer to everyone else. "We've never been to one, but Elisa's told us all about it."
"She even made us watch some educational shows once to catch us up to speed with the world in science and stuff," Brooklyn added.
"Well, it's not like school in Texas, I can tell you," the teen told them, putting the last of his work in his backpack. "But basically, I have seven different classes a day, with a break for lunch. I'm required to take Math, English, Science, History and PE, but the other two are electives; they're extra classes I can take for fun."
"So what are you taking," Broadway asked.
"Right now, nothing. Apparently, I was supposed to sign up for those this past summer, but because I'm technically a state transfer, I wasn't able to. Right now I just have two study halls, but I need to choose something different by Monday."
"Got any idea of what you're gonna choose," Brooklyn asked.
"I don't know. I like having two study halls, since I have time to read and rest, but I can only keep one of them; I still need to choose one new class."
"What are your options?"
"I only have three, since the other ones are full since I'm signing up so late. Psychology-"
"What's that," the large gargoyle asked, admiring another painting along with his girlfriend.
"It's the study of what, how, and why humans think from a scientific explanation."
"I'd take that class," Angela spoke up. "It sounds interesting."
"But I'd rather not take it," Elijah said, sitting down on one of the couches as Lex made his way over to the television set. "I heard it's super hard, and I already have enough homework as it is! My second choice is Floral Arrangements, which is basically a class on how to arrange flower bouquets."
"What classes did you take back in Galveston," the red gargoyle asked, a little startled by the second elective option.
"Study Hall and Orchestra; I played the piano."
"Really?"
"Yeah; my mom made me take lessons as a kid, but I kind of stopped playing outside of school. But Orchestra's not an option, and neither is band; the last choice is Choir."
"What's that," Lex asked from the TV set, examining it from all angles, as if studying a statue.
"Singing."
"So you can't sing?"
"It's not that I can't sing; my piano teacher used to say that I had a good sense of pitch, but it's just that I don't want to sing. I'd have to perform in front of people for concerts, and I'm not a big fan of that."
"But surely you had to play the piano in front of people when you were in Texas," Angela spoke up. "We've seen orchestras playing in Central Park, and there's almost always a piano player there."
"Off to the side," Elijah added. "And playing a piano in front of people is a lot different from singing in front of people!" He sighed, rubbing his face in exasperation. "Maybe Psychology won't be that bad…"
A sudden blast of sound came from the TV, and everyone jumped in surprise as some show was playing on the TV. The small green gargoyle quickly turned off the TV, giving everyone a sheepish look. "Sorry…"
"Who's music collection is this," Angela asked, examining a few tapes and CDs by the stereo.
"Some of them are mine, but most of them are Uncle Jeffrey's," the teen replied, walking over to the gargoyle and pointing to the tape in her hands. "That one's my Country tape; a friend back home gave it to me before I left. It has all of my favorite country songs on it."
"Can we hear it?"
The boy hesitated; that tape was something given to him after his parents died. It was something he listened to by himself when he wanted to think about home, and it wasn't something he was ready to share.
"Uh… not right now," he said, quickly looking through the nearby tray of tapes. "But how about this?" He held up a tape and a pair of headphones, turning towards the other gargoyles. "It's a game I used to play with my friends back at home; one of us listens to a song on the headphones while everyone else tries to guess what it is."
"But how would we even know where to start guessing," Broadway asked.
"We would usually sign along with it so-" Elijah cut off, realizing the flaw in his plan. "But… none of you know sign language…"
An awkward silence followed this statement, and everyone waited for someone to say something new so they could move on.
"I know," Brooklyn finally spoke up. "How fast can you translate what you hear into signing?"
"I dunno; depends on how fast the person is talking, but usually it's about a one or two second delay. Why do you-" He stopped talking as he realized what the gargoyle's idea was, and he broke into a large grin. "But if I know the song, I'll pretty much almost be word for word."
"Excellent!"
"What's going on," Lexington asked.
"Let's just say you're about to be impressed," Elijah told him, flexing his fingers and wriggling them around. "Now let's go!"
Hudson POV:
"I know that you're probably not expecting this," Hudson said, managing to find a break in their discussion, "but besides coming here tonight… Goliath and I need to ask a favor of ye."
Robbins leaned forward in his chair a little, the fire's glow reflecting off his sunglasses. "Now this is surprising," he said. "I take it you didn't want the others to know?"
"We think that it'd be best if they were kept in the dark for the moment," Goliath spoke up, now standing in between the two armchairs. "I was planning on coming up with an excuse for them to leave, but Lexington beat me to it."
"So what is this favor you need," the blind author asked. The two gargoyles gave each other a quick glance before Hudson cleared his throat.
"We… we found something," Hudson started. "Or at least Xanatos did. He found an old map several months ago that led to some sort of artifact hidden in France… something that, in the wrong hands, could mean big trouble."
"What is it?"
"According to legend, it's a small stone that gives the wielder a vast amount of power," Goliath explained. "It's known as the Fourth Eye of Mab. We don't know what it exactly does to the individual, but stories said that most people who received it were unable to handle the amount of power they receive, and act possessed, eventually driven mad before dying; that's why Xanatos made sure that no one touched it with their bare hands."
"It sounds like the Eye of Odin you've told me about."
"Aye," Hudson agreed, "but it makes the Eye of Odin look like a children's toy. Mab is supposed to be Oberon's mother, but he defeated her long ago, and rules Avalon in her place."
"So you want me to be your lab rat and see what happens if someone does touch it," Robbins asked jokingly.
"Nay… we wanted to know if we could hide it here." The author's eyebrows raised in surprise, and the aged gargoyle continued. "Xanatos, whether we like him or not, has enemies, as do we; already someone tired to take the stone from the group he sent to retrieve it. If he hides it in his building, our original home is in danger, and he can't leave it in any of his other homes or buildings, since he won't be there to protect it, and most people who would want it would think to go there."
"We figured," Goliath added, "that since no one knows of your friendship with us, you could hide it here and no one would be the wiser. You could hide it under a floorboard or somewhere else you see fit; we just want to make sure that it's with someone we trust. That is another reason we decided to bring it here; we need to make sure Xanatos wouldn't be tempted to use it."
"Xanatos approved this," Jeffrey asked.
"Aye, thought it took quite a bit of convincing."
The author seemed deep in thought, and the two gargoyles were not sure what he was thinking of doing; his face betrayed nothing. The only sign of movement from him was the slight tap of his cane on the floor. They could probably guess what he was thinking; if anyone did find out that he was connected with them, they might come here and tear the house apart in search of it, threatening him and his nephew. And there was the issue of temptation to use the stone; they would not be surprised if the blind man said no. Eventually, however, he finally looked up.
"I'll do it. Did you bring it with you tonight?"
The gargoyles gave small sighs of relief. "Thank ye, Robbins," Hudson said, reaching for a small pouch on his belt. "We put it in a small bag so ye don't have to worry about accidentally touching it. Here."
He held out the pouch to the author, placing it in his outstretched hand. The man felt the bag in his hands, including the small round object in the middle of it, but he was careful not to undo the drawstrings that kept it closed. He then put it in his pocket.
"I'll keep it safe," he promised them, "but not as a favor; you and your clan owe me nothing for this. And I won't tell Elijah, and I don't want you or anyone else telling him, either; I fear it might be too much of a temptation for him if he knew, and while I recall you mentioning that Brooklyn will someday become the next leader of the clan, I don't think he should tell Elijah."
"We understand," Goliath nodded. "And we don't plan on telling the others unless absolutely necessary."
"But speaking of the others," Hudson added, "it's about time we all got together again." He sniffed the air. "I believe your dinner's ready."
"You're right," the author agreed, feeling his watch and getting to his feet as Gilly and Bronx stirred awake. "I guess they're still in the living room."
Even before stepping into the hall, they could hear the music coming from the other room. By the time they reached the door, it was pretty loud, so they were able to open the door a crack without being heard.
An impromptu dance party was happening in the living room; the stereo over by the TV was playing some infernal human hip-hop song [Hudson was not sure which one; most human music sounded the same to him]. Brooklyn and Lex were each dancing on their own, laughing and singing along with the song while Broadway and Angela were dancing together, the former picking his girlfriend up and spinning her around as she laughed. But the most interesting part was Elijah, who stood on the coffee table, appearing to sign the words to the song as he and the others sang along with it. It was impressive to watch, especially given the fast pace of the song, but the teen was managing to keep up, laughing and singing along with the young gargoyles, all of them oblivious to the group at the door.
"A-ha's Take on Me," Jeffrey spoke up, recognizing the song and smiling a little. "A fine choice."
"Should we leave them be," Hudson asked. He turned towards Goliath, waiting to see what he would say, not sure how he would respond. Goliath simply stared at the group, stony-faced, before a small file crossed his lips.
"I say we give them until this song ends." He looked down at the author. "But it looks like Elijah's getting along with everyone, and they with him."
"I'm happy to hear that," the author replied. "I knew they would be good friends."
"Aye," Hudson added, turning back towards the living room. He could not help but be amazed at how drastically the young boy had changed over the past two months; he had really opened up, and no longer gave him or Brooklyn any scared or nervous looks. The deaf boy, while he still was not completely used to his new home, appeared to be accepting New York more and more each day. "I'm glad they are."
And FINALLY, we have our first magical item that will provide action and help drive the story forward! Hooray! Now you understand why I wanted to post this chapter today! Small note: it's not a real item from the show, but rest assured other magical items from Gargoyles will make appearances as well!
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