The Coven Saga, Part I: The Awakening
by Krystiana Slinky {krystiana@geocities.com}
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Are you actually reading this, or are you just going to skip it like most
people do? Well, if you are, then I guess you are patient and like reading
nonsense.
Anyway, Gargoyles belong to Disney/Buena Vista, all right? They aren't
mine, but I am sure you know that since you are reading this, and likes
Gargoyles. This story, however, is mine. You can't steal my idea. It's all
mine!!!!!!!!!!!!
Calm down, Krys...
Okay, now, if you are going to read this, you must read these other stories
first:

Music Says It All
To Live Again, Part I
To Live Again, Part II
Echoes of the Future
Companionship
The Gate (co-authored by Kristafori)
Soul Mates, Part I
Soul Mates, Part II

I've also created something called "The Altered Universe," (named by a
friend of mine), in which Brooklyn ended up joining with Demona when she
tricked him, and we see what the world would be like if Brooklyn was a bad
guy.

---How I Pronounce Stuff: If you're wondering, Brooklyn has started calling
Demona Aurora. He sometimes calls her "Aur," which I pronounce "ore" like a
boat ore. Nocta is pronounced Nook-tah. `Ferno is fair-no. Nocta and `Ferno
will appear in the next one.---

-The names of these three parts are named after my favorite young adult
books, a trilogy named "The Vampire Diaries," written by Lisa Jane Smith. I
think she deserves credit for the title. If she should ever happen to read
this, I salute you!-

- This first story happens to be dedicated to Lisa Jane Smith. Gee, I
wonder why? :)-

And we're off!!!

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"Previously on Gargoyles..."

{Music Says it All}
Demona: I love you, Brooklyn.

Brooklyn: Do you remember the coven?
[young Brooklyn getting initiated]
[Leader talking to young Brooklyn]
Demona: Yes.
Brooklyn: I miss them.

{The Gate}
Oberon: Interesting story, Aurora.
Demona: Only the coven called me that!
Oberon: I paid close attention to your particular coven.

Demona: I have to learn to forgive myself.

{Soul Mates, Part II}
Brooklyn: You are my Aurora.
[Brooklyn and Demona hugging]

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The Coven Saga
Part I: The Awakening

~Tonight is the night it happens.~

Brooklyn looked down at the cold streets below. Winter always made him feel
homesick - for Scotland. He glanced over at the rest of the clan. They
didn't look as sorrowful as he did. In fact, they looked mostly happy.
Angela was frowning at the snowflakes falling, Broadway and Lexington were
throwing snowballs at each other. Hudson and Goliath were discussing their
plans for the night.

~Why are you sad tonight, Brooklyn?~ He thought to himself. ~It's the
longest night of the year, and here you are moping.~

Brooklyn heaved a sigh and dived over the edge of the building. He glanced
back and saw Goliath looking at him, frowning, but did not follow. Ever
since what happened with the Ban-shee, Goliath had given Brooklyn some
space to think.

Brooklyn knew exactly where he was going.

* * *

"Goliath?"

Goliath turned to Angela, who was also looking at Brooklyn.

"Yes, Angela?"

"I have the strangest feeling that something is going to happen tonight."

"What do you mean?" Goliath asked.

"I don't know. I just feel like something...big is going to happen
tonight." Angela stopped. "Like something is going to happen to Brooklyn."

Broadway and Lexington were looking at them, seeing the exchange. Goliath
sighed.

"Very well, Angela. Follow him. Broadway, Lexington, go with her." They
nodded and glided off after Brooklyn.

* * *

Oberon watched in Titania's mirror. Despite it being broken by Aurora, it
was magic, and could be restored.

The red gargoyle had named himself Brooklyn, and had also come up with the
idea of naming themselves. He decided that in honor of not only his coven
but the entire shattered clan. When he found that Aurora was alive as well,
he was so amazed that it could barely be contained. He had to stop himself
from shouting out her coven name and revealing their secret. One of the
coven had survived besides him.

Oberon had also paid attention to the other surviving member, Aurora. He
remembered the Weird Sisters ever-lasting spell that linked her to Macbeth,
but decided it was for the best.

The dark blue gargoyle had told him to protect the coven. All the surviving
members, which was one reason that he had let go of the Brooklyn when he
captured him with his cape. He did not usually follow the instructions of
mortals, but this mortal could defeat him in a moment of rage. Oberon also
had a grudging respect for witches.

Oberon turned to the mirror again with a thoughtful look on his face. The
one called Brooklyn was gliding, not watching where he was going. He
narrowly missed a skyscraper, dodging to the left just in time.

He was being followed. Aurora's daughter and her two friends. Goliath's
clan. Obviously at the lavender female's suggestion, they had decided to
watch him tonight. They sped up to catch up with Brooklyn, and glided off
the `screen' of the mirror. Although Oberon could direct the mirror's eyes
toward them he chose not to. The night was too important.

It was the night of rebirth.

* * *

Fox was looking around the castle, exploring it. She never really had a
chance to explore it all the time she had been there. She wanted to find
all the passages, know it from head to foot.

She felt a cold draft coming from behind a tapestry. She lifted up the
bottom and smiled.

There was a passage in it. She slipped underneath the tapestry and inched
along the dark alley.

She almost tripped over a bunch of boxes. They were definitely modern, Fox
could see that. She pushed one of them into a thin stream of light.

"Photos," Fox read. She tore off the duct tape and opened the box. She
reached inside and brought out a heavy photo album.

She opened to the first page, sitting back in the dusty ally-way. They were
pictures from David's high school, obviously. She smiled as she looked at
David's younger self, joking, playing around. She turned the page and gasped.

It was David, a prom picture. She would have passed it on, but the women
next to him looked oddly familiar...

Fox growled a growl that could have beaten any gargoyles' and snapped the
book shut. She tucked it under her arm and ran out of the passage.

* * *

"DAVID!!!!"

Fox's yell could have rivaled Goliath's roar. It echoed across the castle,
reaching Elisa, who was just getting off the elevator. She cringed and ran
towards her.

She saw Fox walking around, looking thoroughly XXXXed. She had a photo
album tucked under her arm, looking like she was ready to kill the first
thing she saw.

Which happened to be Goliath, who had also come to see what was going on.
She saw Goliath and heaved the book at his head with a yell.

Goliath's eyes widened and he ducked as the book sailed over his head.

"Fox?" Elisa asked, puzzled. Fox turned to her and leapt at her. She landed
one sold punch to the side of Elisa's jaw. It hurt, but for some reason Fox
was preoccupied, and the jab was off focus. Fox was ready to kill Elisa,
and Goliath didn't want to let it happen. He picked Fox off of Elisa and
sat her down away from Elisa. Fox looked at the album and then glared at
Elisa.

"Slut," Fox said, her voice dripping with venom. "You damn slut." Elisa's
eyes widened and then picked up the album. She seemed to know exactly where
to turn to and then she glared at Xanatos, who had just walked in to see
what his wife was yelling about.

Goliath looked at Elisa in confusion. "What does she mean?"

Elisa's glare turned into one of guilt as she turned to Goliath. She
slammed the album shut and hid it behind her back. "Nothing, Goliath,
I-I..." Fox was still glaring at Elisa. Hudson walked in with Bronx.

"What's all the commotion?" he said.

Fox stood up and walked over to Elisa. She grabbed the album from her and
rose it over her head and was about to hit her over the head. Elisa gasped
and reeled back a few steps. Xanatos grabbed her wife around the wrist.
"Don't touch me!" Fox yelled, pulling her wrist away from Xanatos. She
pushed him away and ran out of the room. The photo album fell to the ground
at Goliath's feet.

Elisa was looking at Goliath with tears in her eyes. She shook her head,
turning. "I'm sorry," she whispered, running out of the room.

"Lass!" Hudson yelled, running after her.

Goliath bent down and picked up the album. He turned to the page Elisa had
been on. He gasped, in shock and horror. He shook his head, disbelieving.

On the page, was Elisa and Xanatos, arm in arm. It was a high school prom
picture, an expensive looking one. They both looked so happy...

Goliath dropped the book to see Xanatos looking at the ground. He glanced
up at Goliath, not wanting to meet his eyes. Xanatos actually looked
slightly guilty.

"She never told you?"

"No, she didn't," Goliath said coldly.

Xanatos sighed and walked stiffly out of the room, more like Owen than
himself.

* * *

982 A.D.
Castle Wyvern, Scotland

Aurora looked at the red gargoyle, who was studying his Latin. The old
books were falling apart, and the young one had to keep picking up his
dropped pages.

"Aurora?" he asked. "What does `angelos' mean?"

"It means `angel,'" she answered.

The gargoyle looked down at his book, mouthing the sentence that he had
read. He looked up again. "What does an angel do?"

"Well, they watch over people if they are guardian angels," Aurora said.
"They are mostly in human folklore."

"Which has nothing to do with Latin." Aurora turned and looked at Leader.

The young gargoyle frowned at and looked back at his book. "Must I still
study this tonight?" he moaned. "My brothers will be expecting me soon."

Leader nodded him to leave. "You are one of the most progressing I have
ever seen," he said. "You are farther ahead than any of us ever were at
your age."

The red gargoyle smiled his thanks and graditude and left. Aurora turned to
Leader.

"He is doing well, isn't he?" she said. It wasn't a question - it was a fact.

"Aye," Leader agreed. "Due to a wise teacher." He beamed at her. Aurora
blushed.

Leader's features took a more serious tone. "I think he will be the next
Leader, which is one reason why I have not named him."

Aurora turned to Leader in shock. "Are you serious? It seems to soon to tell."

"I can see potential in him," Leader stated confindently.

He turned and walked to a different place in the cave. He frowned as
another vision came to him.

~"Aur, I love you."~

~"I love you, too, Brooklyn."~

Leader's eyes narrowed. He had visions of them together before, but none
this strong. He had seen other visions, a massacre, the clan destroyed,
Aurora and the young red one the only survivors from the coven. And the
young one fighting Aurora.

One more vision, he had only once. of a young female. She was going to
exist nonetheless. She was crimson red, like the young one, and two long
slender horns curving out from behind a tiara like Aurora's. She wore a
strange armour, and she also had a mark on he leg - a crescent moon. She
was Aurora and the young one's daughter.

Krystiana.

"Leader?" Aurora asked. "Are you all right?"

"I-I'm fine," he said, trying not to sound disturbed. "We should be getting
back to the clan now."

Aurora nodded and turned away from him, motioning to leave.

"Wait." Leader reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. Aurora looked
back, startled, but expectant.

Leader opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. "Never mind. Go on."

Aurora turned again, glancing back, puzzling at Leader's troubled features.
She looked down and left.

Leader turned to the wall, clencing his fist. ~I won't let this coven die.~

* * *

PRESENT DAY

"Brooklyn!"

Demona ran up to Brooklyn and hugged him. "You came," she whispered.

"And why wouldn't I?" Brooklyn tilted her head up to look into her
beautiful eyes.

"I was afraid you would think I abandoned you," she said, looking guilty,
cocking her head to the side. Brooklyn had a brief flash of Shirley Temple.

"And why would I think that?"

"I...I don't know," Demona admitted. "Maybe I'm just a paranoid gargoyle."

Brooklyn laughed and hugged her again. If he had seen himself doing this a
year ago, he would have killed himself then. He couldn't believe how much
had changed in such a short time.

"We're both paranoid," he laughed. He put an arm around her shoulder and
swing them both around in a circle. "We can be paranoid together..."

Demona's face flickered. "You aren't going to break into a song or
anything, are you?"

"Why not?" Brooklyn grinned. Demona groaned, although she was smiling as well.

"Clan jester?" Brooklyn said.

"Whatever," Demona said, making an impression of a prep girl, rolling her
eyes.

Brooklyn laughed, and drew her into an embrace, wrapping his wings around
her.

"Aur, I love you," he whispered in her ear.

"I love you, too, Brooklyn," she whispered back.

Brooklyn smiled. "That's good," he said. Demona sighed in contentment.

* * *

Angela saw the exchange and smiled. Her mother was finally happy. Brooklyn
was finally happy. Happy together. Hidden in the shadows of the abandoned
building, she looked around elsewhere besides the happy couple.

It looked like it was once an old church, but most of the relics had been
torn down. You could tell where the cross had once been because the
sunlight had faded the wood around it, making a ghostly figure of a cross
in the wall.

"Hey, Angela," Broadway whispered. "What are you looking at?" She pointed,
and he nodded. He hugged her as she rested her head on his chest.

Lexington looked down at Brooklyn and Demona, then glanced at Broadway and
Angela. His face darkened.

~They think that I am just perfectly happy with my computer,~ he thought
bitterly. ~That I don't care about never being able to have someone.~

Angela noticed Lexington's expression and frowned.

* * *

Elisa ran to the tower with tears in her eyes. How could this happen?

The one secret she had tried to keep her entire life had just been
revealed. She was planning to tell them once, but after Xanatos mutated her
brother she couldn't tell them at all.

She shook her head in disbelief. Her entire life was falling apart because
of one picture. One damn picture...

* * *

Xanatos found his wife in the room that they had given Brooklyn. She was
curled up by the window. Xanatos saw in the reflection of the window that
she had been crying. He started to walk up to her, but stopped and turned
around.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Fox spoke up before her husband could take a step
away.

"I know I should have," Xanatos admitted truthfully. "I..."

"You what?" Fox turned around and glared expectantly.

Xanatos met his wife's gaze evenly. "I suppose I was scared to tell you."

Fox's hard stare melted. "Scared?" Xanatos nodded ruefully. "David, you're
never scared..."

"I was then," Xanatos stated. "I still am."

"Why? You don't have any reason to be-"

"I know that." Xanatos looked up at his wife again. "I was just stupid."

Fox shook her head and smiled. "David, you aren't stupid."

Xanatos blinked. "Did I really just say that?" Fox nodded with laughing eyes.

Xanatos stroked his beard. "Intriging..."

* * *

Brooklyn noticed three forms up in the rafters. He knew all three of those
shapes all too well. He shook his head in annoyance.

*We have visitors, Aur,* Brooklyn said mentally to Demona. She looked up
and then looked down quickly.

*Why are they here?* she thought back.

*I dunno. They probably followed me.*

Demona's face suddenly broke into a grin. *Shall we?*

Brooklyn smiled back at her. *Yup.*

* * *

Lexington sighed and sat down. ~Why did _I_ have to come along?~ he thought.

"Lex?" Angela asked quietly. "You okay?"

Lex nodded, disturbed. He absently thought of Cassie and smiled for a
moment. He looked back down below. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "Where'd they go?"

Sure enough, Demona and Brooklyn were gone. Angela shook her head. "They
probably left. Let's go." She turned around and gasped.

"Yeah, they probably left." Brooklyn grinned as Angela nearly ran into him.

"I don't know where they could have possibly gone!" Demona added,
exaggerating surprise. She looked around the church, as if she were really
looking for someone.

"It's not nice to spy on people, Angela," Brooklyn said matter-of-factly.
"We always get revenge."

"Huh?!" Angela gasped. A snowball hit her in the face, and she sputtered in
shock.

"BROOKLYN!!" she yelled and lunged at him. Brooklyn grinned and ducked, but
caught her before she ran into the wall. Then he grabbed Demona and they
both ran out of there, laughing with joy.

Brooklyn picked up Demona and glid away from the church.

"Where are we going, my love?" she asked. Brooklyn shrugged.

"How about-"

He was cut off as a snowball whizzed past his ear. He looked back and spied
Angela, Lex, and Broadway.

"We have company, Aur," he stated. Demona laughed.

* * *

"Lass?"

Elisa tried to ignore Hudson and his comforting voice, but it didn't help.
She sat on the edge of the tower, on Goliath's roosting spot.

Hudson walked up next to her and handed her an ice pack for her jaw where
Fox had hit her earlier. "Why are ye running?"

Elisa didn't answer as a tear ran down her cheek. She only gave a wracking
sob and then lurched into Hudson's arms.

Hudson was so similar to her own grandfather. They both were loyal to their
friends and kin, both miracle workers, both the most wise people she had
ever known.

"I wanted to tell you guys," she sniffed. "But after everything that
happened, I couldn't."

"Why not, lass? `Tis nothing to be ashamed of."

"Hudson, he tried to own you. He tricked you guys, and I used to go out
with him." She turned away from Hudson and placed the ice pack on her chin.
"That's not something you forget."

Hudson tried not to smile, but not at Elisa's misery. She and Demona were
similar, always trying to forget their past. Elisa sounded exactly like
Demona had a few weeks ago, insisting she was guilty.

"Lass, ye don't forget." Hudson crossed his arms.

"Hudson, if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone," Elisa said, looking up
to the sky, putting her free hand behind her neck.

Hudson sighed. "Aye, lass."

* * *

"Where'd they go?" Angela growled, shaking the snow out of her hair.

"I don't know, Angela," Broadway said, sighing. "Can't you just let it be?"

Angela gave a sigh of pure exasperation.

"Besides," Lex added, "We shouldn't have been following them anyway."

Angela looked away from both of them. "Fine."

* * *

Brooklyn smiled and turned to Demona.

"They stopped," he said.

"Good," said Demona. "I love them and everything, but I want to spend the
longest night of the year with the person I'm _in_ love with." She walked
up to him a smiled mischieviously.

Brooklyn grinned back and drew her near. Demona started kissing him on his
beak, Brooklyn kissing her neck. Their hands intertwined. Demona suddenly
gasped.

Brooklyn grinned amd kissed her again, but she was still, almost seeming to
be in shock.

"Aur?" Brooklyn asked. "What is it?" Demona pointed behind him. Brooklyn
turned and stilled. A gargoyle was watching them.

He was only a few feet away, but neither Brooklyn or Demona backed up.
Brooklyn almost breathed out the word, the name.

"Leader..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Coming Soon!!!!!
The Coven Saga, Part II, The Struggle:

Leader tells the secret of the Early Hatchers in full. But can Brooklyn and
Aurora handle the truth?

In Progress of Thought?????
Slayer [crossover with...guess!]
Partial Trust
Guarding Angels
Acts of Impulse

*These are ideas that I have in my mind, not yet down on paper...uh, disk.
Not everything listed may ever be written. If they are written, the titles
may change, and these are not listed in any certain order.

--If you want to use any of my characters in your stories, please e-mail me
at {krystiana@hotmail.com} or {krystiana@geocities.com} and tell me. I will
always say yes (guarnteed!), it's just that if you are going to actually
use them, I want to read it! :)