The Coven Saga, Part III: The Fury
by Krystiana Slinky {Krystiana@geocities.com} or {Krystiana@hotmail.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
The Coven Saga, Part I: The Awakening
The Coven Saga, Part II: The Struggle

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.---

-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 third story is dedicated to everyone who goes to the castle chat.
Everyone always gives me ideas and support in there, so I have to give them
_some_ credit! :) -

* * * * A big, huge, special thanks to Milan, who gave me the coven name
for Brooklyn! I worship you, Milan! Kiss, kiss! * * * *

And we're off!!!

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"Previously on Gargoyles..."

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The Coven Saga, Part III: The Fury

Elisa yawned and tried to keep from falling asleep. Captain Chavez had put
a deadline on the reports, and Elisa was way behind schedule. Elisa
couldn't believe how many there were on Christmas Eve.

It had been two nights since the mysterious Leader had shown up, and both
Brooklyn and Demona had started acting very jumpy. From what she had
gathered, all three of them had met secretly on numerous occasions. Leader
was very withdrawn, but he talked to Elisa often. In fact, he talked to her
more then most of the clan.

The whole picture thing had been cleared up. It was understood that very
few high school relationships ever truly worked out, so the album was put
back where Fox had found it, and forgotten. Goliath hadn't mentioned the
picture since Leader had shown up.

Elisa had talked to Leader about getting a new name, and he seemed to
support the idea. She had no idea why.

"Elisa!" Matt shook her on the shoulders. Elisa jerked her head up.

"I fell asleep, didn't I?" Elisa said in between yawns.

Matt nodded. "I'll finish the reports. You go get some sleep."

Elisa shook her head. "I'm not about to let you do all the work," she said.

"No, Maza." Elisa turned and spotted Captain Chavez, hands on hips. "You're
going home and into bed."

"But, Capt-"

"Go home! That is an order, Maza." Chavez crossed her arms.

Elisa sighed and stood up, handing the unfinished reports to Matt.

"Get some sleep," Matt said.

Elisa smiled and nodded, and then walked out.

* * *

Brooklyn cringed at the horrifying sounds of screams and yells. Next to
him, Demona gasped as the boat snapped in half. Brooklyn reached for her
hand as Titanic's ass rose high into the air. Then, the boat sank.

Demona put her free hand on Brooklyn's arm as Jack Dawson found Rose in the
water.

"Hold onto that promise, and never let go," Leonardo DiCaprio insisted.

"I-I'll never... let...go," Rose stuttered.

Brooklyn looked down at Demona and put an arm around her. They watched the
rest of "Titanic" in silence.

"Come on, my love," Demona said, pulling Brooklyn towards the window. "I
need to get out of here."

Brooklyn nodded and followed Demona to the window. As they glided away from
the theater, Demona glanced at Brooklyn.

"I saw the Titanic," Demona stated simply, "The night before it cast off."

Brooklyn looked at Demona. "Are you going to be all right, Aur?"

Demona nodded. "It's just... that movie is so strange, knowing how it had
really happened." Shaking her head, she continued. "How fifteen hundred
people died."

Brooklyn gave Demona a sidelong glance. "Is that what Titanic really looked
like? In the movie, I mean."

"That movie was like a ghost, echoing all the voice that went down with
it," Demona said poetically. "The ship certainly looked unsinkable."

"I heard that if they had hit the glacier head on instead of side-swiping
it, the boat would have stayed up long enough for the Carpathia to get there."

Demona sighed. "It's frightening. I remember all the humans, all so excited
about the ship, never knowing that the ship was cursed."

"The ship wasn't cursed," Brooklyn said. "The captain was being a XXXXhead."

Demona laughed. Thunder crackled in the distance, making their heads turn.

"We had better head back, Aur," Brooklyn said. "I don't want to get caught
in the storm."

"That wouldn't be fun," Demona agreed, turning east. Brooklyn followed her
motion fluently, grinning at her madly.

Demona stared at him. "Can I help you, sir?" she said blandly.

"I don't know," Brooklyn said. "Can you?"

Demona shook her head, but laughed. "You are odd."

* * *

Leader watched everyone gather in the main hall. A large tree with lights
and decorations towered over all of them. Presents had been placed almost
religiously under the tree. A human, whom the clan called "Cassie" had
joined them.

Elisa glanced at Xanatos, who was, as usual, dressed in black. And despite
it being two in the morning, he didn't look a bit tired. ~Doesn't he ever
sleep?~ she wondered inwardly. She had caught about an hour of sleep herself.

It was the first Christmas Eve she wasn't spending with her family. She
would, of course, see them tomorrow, but it still felt strange. Elisa
yawned, despite herself.

Even Demona was there, with presents for everyone, at that. Cassie had flew
in yesterday, and was joking around with the Trio and Angela.

Cassie handed out her presents first. She gave Broadway an apron that said
"Don't kiss the cook when I'm cooking!" Broadway thought it was hilarious.

Next she gave Angela a blank diary. Inside she had written something: "With
three adolecents around, you're going to need one of these. Love, Candy."
Angela smiled.

She gave Hudson a sword sharpener. Elisa wanted to know where on earth she
had found that. Cassie pleaded the fifth.

She gave Goliath a hugh book called "The Book of Virtues." It was full of
stories and poems, mostly kid's stuff, but Goliath loved it just the same.

Bronx got a chew toy that couldn't be chewed. Elisa recieved a baseball hat
that said "Yankees Suck!" (Cassie hated the Yankees). She gave Xanatos and
Fox the old version of "Miracle on 34th Street." Lexington got a new kind
of computer disk that could fit entire programs just on that one disk.
Brooklyn recieved a baseball penant that said "Brooklyn Dodgers." Cassie
said that could be taken as either an insult or a compliment. Demona didn't
get anything from her, and Cassie apologized, she hadn't know that she
existed!

Elisa gave stuff out next. Goliath recieved "Twisted Tales From
Shakespeare" by Richard Armour. Brooklyn peered over Goliath's shoulder and
laughed as Armour described the weird sisters in Macbeth as three witches
having a picnic, and the sentence that describes Puck: "Puck is a merry
sprite with quite a reputation for what he considers screamingly funny
pranks, like hiding in people's drinks to give them an extra kick, or
pretending to be a chair and upsetting the occupant." Owen flickered
something of a smile.

Hudson got a book on the Dark Ages. Angela got a sketchpad (she had taken a
liking for drawing) and some high-quality ebony pencils. Lex was truly
amazed by his computer wallpaper program. Broadway got an ice cream maker.

Elisa then turned to Xanatos, who upwrapped his gift and stared at it.

"Um... what is it?" he asked.

Elisa grinned. "A nose flute. Play for us, Xanatos!"

Xanatos looked so aghast, Fox wasn't sure it was him. "Play, David. Be
polite," she said, grinning.

Xanatos sighed and put the flute up against his face, letting out a single
toot. Elisa pulled out a camera and quickly took a picture, laughing softly.

Brooklyn, however, wasn't taking this as well. He was literally rolling on
the floor, shaking with laughter.

When everyone was calmed down, and they had gotten Brooklyn back up
vertically, Elisa handed Brooklyn and Demona a tape labeled "Anti-Flag and
Ani DiFranco." Demona started laughing as Brooklyn quickly ran to the tape
player and put the tape in.

"Just the thought of our bed
Makes me crumble like the plaster
where you punched the wall beside my head.
And I tried to draw the line
But it ends up running down the middle of me
Most of the time!

Boys get locked up in some prison
Girls get locked up in some house
It don't matter if it's a warning or a lover
Or a spouse.
Just can't talk to, just can't reason,
You just can't leave, and you just can't please.

And I was locked
into being my mother's daugher.
I was eating bread and water,
Thinking nothing ever changes.
And I was shocked
See the mistakes of each generation
Oh, it's like a radio station
You drive
You just gotta drive
You just gotta drive
Out of range!"

Brooklyn was laughing again. Both Elisa and Demona were lip-syncing the words.

"Where's Anti-Flag?" Brooklyn demanded.

"Next," Elisa said, yawning.

Leader sighed and walked outside.

* * *

Leader watched the storm clouds move in, and the moon rise. Witches counted
their months by moons, not by days, as the humans did. He began thinking.
His daughter still lived, in a matter of saying.

"Leader?" He turned and saw Elisa Maza.

"Elisa, you should be asleep!" he exclaimed in surprise.

Elisa made a face. "That's what everyone has been saying."

"And it's true," Leader insisted. He extended a hand towards her. "Come.
I'm sure Xanatos would let you sleep in one of his guestrooms."

Elisa let out a short cry of protest, then let herself be led into the castle.

* * *

Leader shut Elisa's door quietly, then pulled out a list he had made out
earlier tonight.

Salem +
Uli
Ferno
Nocta
Sanga
Shi
Inshanti
Artemis
Kalamar
Mikana
Selio
Aurora +
Brooklyn +

Putting a plus sign next to Nocta's name, he smiled. Already four of the
thirteen in the coven had been found, and he had only been awake a few nights.

He folded up the list. He wanted to reunite the coven faster. He missed all
of coven, and he wanted to see his circle together again. He walked into
Xanatos's office and walked over to his desk. The office was empty, of
course, or else Leader would not have smashed open the bottom left drawer.
He pulled out a ring full of keys and smiled, holding them up, watching
their dull metal glint in the light.

* * *

"Aurora, Brooklyn!"

Demona turned and saw Leader waving at them. "Yes?" she asked as Brooklyn
turned as well.

Leader waved his hand over Demona's eyes. Her eyes seemed to grow hazy, and
she looked sleepy. Brooklyn stared at her for a moment, but Leader then did
the same to him, getting the same reaction.

"I want you two to bring the clan and Elisa to Nightstone Unlimited," he
said, handing them each some kind of blaster. He began walking to the edge
of the castle, but then turned back. "Whichever one of you gets Nocta, be
careful not to harm her."

Brooklyn and Demona nodded simutaniously, turning to go inside the castle.

* * *

Angela looked up as someone knocked on the door. "Come in." As Demona
walked in, she smiled. "Mother!"

"Angela, can you come with me?" Demona said, her expression serious.

"Mother, is something wrong?" Angela asked in concern.

Demona simply pulled out some sort of gun and aimed at her daughter.

"Mother?!" Angela took one step back, staring at her Mother in horror.

* * *

Brooklyn walked up to his brothers, unsmiling.

Lexington looked at his red rookery brother and frowned. "Is something
wrong, Brook?" he asked.

Broadway swallowed his last bite of his Mars bar. Brooklyn didn't say
anything, just stared them. He slowly pulled out something from behind him.

"Brooklyn, have you gone NUTS?!" Broadway growled. He absolutely hated
guns, and here his own brother was pointing one at him...

* * *

"Hello, lass," Hudson said as Demona walked in. Hudson muted the television
- it was a commercial, anyway. Bronx drew his head up and panted.

Demona shook her head. "You two are coming with me," she said, pulling her
weapon. Hudson's eyes widened.

"I thought ye had reformed, lass!" he yelled, reaching for his sword.
Demona didn't give him a chance to speak any farther as she fired.

* * *

"Goliath?" Goliath looked up from his book at his second in command.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Can you come with me?" Brooklyn asked. Goliath noticed he was hiding
something behind his back.

"Can you wait for me to finish this book? I have only a few pages-"
Goliath was cut off as Brooklyn drew his weapon. "Brooklyn, what-"

"You're coming with me." Brooklyn's voice sounded dull, yet hard at the
same time. Goliath moved to get out of the way. Brooklyn fired.

* * *

Brooklyn walked into the room where Elisa was sleeping peacfully. Demona
walked up next to him. "Leader said not to harm her," Demona whispered in
Brooklyn's ear.

"I don't think that'll be a problem," Brooklyn said, picking up the
sleeping human. "She is not going to be waking up for some time."

Demona nodded and led the way out of the castle.

* * *

Goliath slowly awoke to the sound of something being shut. He opened his
eyes and realised it was a chain bring clasped around his wrist.

Brooklyn was the one locking it.

Goliath growled and tried to break free of his restrainst. Brooklyn simply
backed away calmly.

"It's useless, Goliath," he said, shaking his head. "The chains are made of
a new unbreakable alloy. You can't escape."

Goliath gasped and shook his head to clear it, hoping it wasn't really
Brooklyn in front of him. But it was.

A look around the room told him that the rest of the clan had been captured
as well, even Elisa, who thankfully didn't look damaged.

"Wake them up." A familiar voice came from the shadows, but in his haze.
Goliath couldn't quite place it.

Brooklyn nodded towards where the voice had come, then walked to the center
of the room. He closed his eyes and bowed his head. Everyone in the room
was suddenly wide awake.

Goliath's eyes got wider, if that was possible. "How did you-" he stopped
as Demona walked into the room.

"Are _you_ behind this?" Goliath growled.

"No, neither of them helped plan this," said Leader as he walked out of the
shadows. "I cast a spell on them to bring you here." He turned and glared
at Brooklyn and Demona. "Although you _should_ have done it willingly," he
snarled. They both looked down, ashamed.

"How long are they going to be like this?" Goliath asked worriedly.

"It is already beginning to wear off," Leader said. "They'll be confused
for a few minutes, but otherwise fine."

"Why are you doing this?" Elisa demanded. Leader turned and smiled at her.

"I'm doing this for the good of my daughter's mind," Leader said.

"Daughter?" Goliath asked puzzling.

"My daughter once didn't trust humans at all. And she still doesn't, but
she's pretending to so she can be close to her daughter and mate."

Angela gasped. "You mean... Demona is your daughter?"

Leader smiled. "Indeed."

Elisa shook her head in disbelief. "Leader..."

"And another thing," Leader turned back towards Elisa. "You can stop
calling me Leader. There is no coven to lead now."

Elisa snarled, despite herself. "Then what do we call you?"

Leader smiled. "Salem."

No one made the connection, but something clicked inside Brooklyn's mind.
He slowly began to resurface.

Elisa shook her head. "Okay, _Salem._ How are you saving you daughter?"

"She's being eaten away by her guilt and rage. She'll deteriorate if it
keeps up."

"So what do ye plan to do?" Hudson asked, snarling.

"I'll erase everyone's memories of the past year's events invloving Demona.
I'll start from scratch."

A gasp came from Brooklyn. "How could-" He shook his head, and tried to
cease the pounding in his head. Demona was rubbing her temples, eyes
closed. Brooklyn leaned against the wall, staring at `Salem.'

"Good to see you awake again," Salem said, smiling. "Maybe you can help me
erase everone's memories." Brooklyn hesitated, but then took a firmer stance.

"No."

Salem stared back at him. "What did you say?"

"You can't do this." Brooklyn stood completely straight up now, holding his
head high. Demona was still trying to focus.

Salem looked enraged. "You will do as I say."

"Says who?" Brooklyn snarled. "You? You're not the Leader I remember.
You're insane."

Salem growled and pulled out a slip of paper. "I will find the rest of the
coven. I've already got four."

Brooklyn stared at the piece of paper in Salem's hand. Suddenly, it caught
fire. Salem yelled and dropped the paper. It burned up in the air in a
flash. Salem stared at the floating ashes, then at Brooklyn.

"I knew you were a fire whild," Salem gasped. "But I never though you could
harness the Power so quickly..."

"Well, I did," Brooklyn said, still glaring at him.

Salem snarled again. He looked behind Brooklyn at Demona. "Very well,
Brooklyn," he began. "If you will not obey me, then perhaps my
granddaughter would be more suitable." He turned to Angela, grinning.

"NO!!!" Demona leapt up and knocked into Salem. Salem growled and punched
her squarely in the jaw.

"You betray me as well, daughter?!" he roared. Goliath struggled with his
chains, but as Brooklyn said, it was useless.

Salem managed to slam Demona against a wall, but Brooklyn jumped onto his
back, putting one arm under his chin and pulling up.

"I should have... known..." Salem choked out. "Traitors always stick
together."

"We're not the traitors!" Demona yelled.

"I'm trying to keep the coven alive!" Salem yelled, trying to get Brooklyn
off his back.

"Let the dead rest in peace!" Brooklyn tripped Salem with his tail and they
both went crashing to the ground near Elisa. Demona leapt over to Elisa and
freed her of her chains.

Salem reared up and knocked Brooklyn against the wall. The wall cracked,
and shudder went through the building. Demona quickly handed Elisa the
keys. "Free the others, then get out," she ordered. Then she leapt up and
began slashing at Salem furiously. Elisa crawled over to Goliath and
unlocked his chains.

Salem was enraged. His own flesh and blood, attacking him! He kicked Aurora
away with a loud snarl.

"We're not going to let you toy with our memories," Demona snarled.

Salem laughed. "The spell has already been cast. The East has sworn that.
Just after dawn, all memories will be gone."

A wave of fury rushed over Brooklyn and Demona. They both leapt at him.
Brooklyn yanked his hair and pulled his arm back, pinning it behind him.
Demona grabbed his other arm and let loose one swift kick to the weak spot
behind the knee. Salem let out a cry and all three of them collapsed in a
great heap on the ground.

Elisa had unlocked everyone by now, and although she told them to go
outside, they stayed. The very building was crumbling around them.

Demona looked up at Elisa. "Please, sister! Leave!"

Elisa stilled, despite the rumbling. ~Sister?~ she thought in a haze.

A blast of rock crashed next to her, bringing her back to her senses. SHe
looked around to Brooklyn, Demona, and Salem struggling on the ground.
Without a second though, she pulled her gun and fired.

It was up in the air, of course, but it got everyone's attention.

Brooklyn used Salem's distraction to his advantage. Using all his strength,
he slammed Salem's head into the ground. Salem groaned and fell unconsious.

Demona leapt up and grabbed Brooklyn's arm, and started pulling him
outside. "Move!" she shouted to the others. "Get out of here!"

Brooklyn got his own footing and they both began running. Goliath was
ushering everyone outside. He gasped as a slab of rock suddenly fell on
Demona's leg. He heard a snap over the rumbling.

Brooklyn stopped and pushed the rock off, picking her up. From what he
could see, her ankle was definately broken.

"Brooklyn!" Goliath shouted. Brooklyn looked up and ran to the outside, to
safety.

Not a moment too soon, either. The roof caved in with a crash, making a
great cloud of dust waft up into the air.

And then, it was gone.

Not just the building. The rubble. The building wasn't even real.

"Is... is he gone?" Angela asked no one in particular, referring to Salem.

"I dannae think so, lass," Hudson said. "Me brother was always a crafty
one." He didn't say with pride, but neither with disgust. more with a
sorrow, at what Salem had become.

Demona moaned as Brooklyn sat her down. Elisa walked over to the couple and
began studying Demona's ankle. She brushed her finger along the side of the
swelling. Demona growled in pain.

"Broken," Elisa stated.

"I could tell you that," Demona snarled through clenched teeth.

"What about that memory thing?" Lex asked. "Is it for real?" Brooklyn
nodded solenmly.

Demona looked at Elisa and shook her head. "I don't think you got caught in
the spell."

Elisa did a double-take. "What? Why?"

"I don't know why, but you aren't going to lose your memory," Demona said
in a sure voice. "There isn't the..."

"Aura," Brooklyn said helpfully.

"-aura around you that is around us and the others," Demona said. "I don't
know why he did that, though."

"Maybe he forgot?" Brooklyn said, a joke falling flat.

Demona stood up, leaning against Brooklyn. "I need to get out of here," she
said.

"Why?!" Brooklyn asked her.

"If we're going to lose our memories, then I'll start hating humans again."
She paused. "And the clan."

"But-"

"I don't want to endanger you," Demona said, shushing him.

Brooklyn took a look of understanding. "And that means I'll start hating
you again." Demona nodded, trying to hold back tears.

She suddenly turned towards Elisa. "You have to promise me something." It
wasn't a question, it was a command. "Will you promise to try and restore
out memories? Make us remember?"

Elisa inhaled noisly. "I swear I'll try."

"You have to do more than try!" Demona said desperately.

Elisa smiled weakly. "I'll make you remember, I swear."

Demona nodded to her gratefully, than turned back to Brooklyn. The others
knew they had to leave them alone. Brooklyn watched them leave over
Demona's shoulder.

Demona lost the fight with her tears. "I don't want to forget you," she
said, kissing him.

"And you think I want to forget?" Brooklyn growled. "You taught me people
can change."

Demona gave a wracking sob. "You taught me how to love again. How to... to
trust..."

Brooklyn drew her into an embrace, wrapping his wings tightly around her.
"My Aurora..." he whispered, closing his eyes.

"Dark Fire," Aurora whispered back.

"What?" Brooklyn tilted back slightly and looked at her.

"Dark Fire. It should be your coven name." Demona kissed him again.

"Dark Fire..." Brooklyn tasted the words. " I like it."

"Good," Demona said. They hugged again, and this time they stayed that way
for several minutes.

Brooklyn finally pulled away, still supporting Demona. "I'll miss you,
Aurora."

Demona shook her head. "No you won't. You won't remember to miss me."

Brooklyn kissed her on the neck, and then the lips. "I don't care. I'll
miss you just the same."

Demona smiled at him, and then limped to the edge of the building.
"Goodbye, my Dark Fire," she said. She glided away on a breeze.

Brooklyn watched her diminishing form until the last. "Goodbye, my Aurora,"
he whispered to the stars.

* * *

Demona landed at Nightstone Unlimited softly, ignoring the pain shooting up
her leg. It would heal at sunrise when she changed.

Her tears were falling unrestrained. How could Salem do this to her? She
loved her Dark Fire...

Why had she chosen Dark Fire? She loved the fire that burned inside him,
and since he controlled the fire...

But what was the point? Since she was going to forget, why had she bothered?

Demona shook her head. That very though proved it. It was starting. She was
starting to forget. She moaned and looked towards the lightening sky.
Sinking to her knees, she thought, ~Maybe if I think of nothing by
Brooklyn, I won't forget.~

She concentrated. Brooklyn would not leave her mind. Brooklyn was in her
mind, her heart, her blood, her soul... her fire... fire... fire.....

Fire whild... Salem Witch Trials... Dark Fire... Dark Fire...

What the hell was Dark Fire?

Demona shook her head. Brooklyn would not leave her mind. Their daughter
would exist. Krystiana...

Who?

A face, and a name, but there was no connection...

No matter. Brooklyn would not leave her mind. Brooklyn, her soul mate. True
love. Brooklyn.

Brooklyn would not leave her mind.

The sun rose, and her transmogification took place.

Brooklyn would not leave her mind.

He wouldn't, because she wouldn't let it happen.

Let it happen?

Let it...

Let WHAT happen?

And who wouldn't leave her mind? Brooklyn?

Why on EARTH was she thinking of Goliath's puny second-in-command?

She looked down at herself. For some strange reason, she was wearing a
necklace she had never seen before. It was the sign of the Early Hatchers,
but how did she get it?

And were those tears running down her human face? TEARS?! She had been crying?

Dominique shook her head. Oh, well.

* * *

Brooklyn looked at the sky. Just a few more moments until sunrise. A few
more moments until he forgot her. His sweet Aurora.

He was clutching his necklace. He didn't want to forget. He didn't want to
go back to being alone.

The sun rose. Seven statues sat atop Castle Wyvern.

One had a peculiar wetness on it's face. It wasn't raining, was it? The
drop of wet ran down and slid off.

The tear fell at it's feet, glinting in the sunlight, and never to dry.
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Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And in parting from you now,
Thus, much let me avow -
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day
In a vision, or in none
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seen
Is but a dream within a dream?

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand -
How few; yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from a pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

-Edgar Allan Poe
-1849-

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Fin


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COMING SOON!!!!!
[not yet titled, help me here...] Brooklyn goes human! Going to a human
high school [mainly mine], Brooklyn finds out some intresting things about
humans...

Despite the "Fin" there will be one more part to the Coven Saga:
The Coven Saga, Part IV: Dark Reunion

[once again named after Lisa Jane Smith's brilliant series]

But, of course, we will have to wait for a bit before the end.

Did anybody cry??? Probably not, I'm not a very touching writer. That's the
next element in my short story writing class. Maybe this spring I'll come
out with some really sad story. I do have an idea, but I need to think it
through just a bit more...