The Nameless
Ch. 7 "Detections"
EfrainMan
EfrainMan9@yahoo.com
I dinnae own Gargoyles. . . but if any of you Disney guys wanna give it to me,
that's cool. Any original characters belong to my dark, twisted imagination, so
if you wanna use 'em, you gotta ask the voice in my head that tells me to kill.
* * *
Out of the corner of her eye, Elisa saw the gargoyle she had fallen in
love with. In his arms, she pushed other thoughts away. Thoughts that only took
form when she was alone. In his arms, she relished in the feel of his body. But-
no! No buts! She loved him. The sound of his voice, the taste of his kisses, she
loved everything about him (really?) and he felt the same. Didn't he? Yes, of
course! She has seen it in his eyes (and what else?). Why am I-
"Elisa?" Goliath asked.
"Hmm?" was all she could manage out of her reverie.
"Do you think we should . . . interrogate Myria and Clark tomorrow? Just
so we could spend tonight together?"
'Yes!'
"No, we should bring it up right away."
'We need to talk. About us. Now!'
"Very well, Elisa." They glided back to the castle in silence.
* * *
"Angela?" Myria asked.
"Yes?"
"You look tired. You wanna ride on my back with Clark? Plenty of room."
Angela had to admit, she was tired.
"That's alright, I-"
"We'll get home quicker, too. I can fly up higher and find some really
fast currents. Your daddy's probably worried."
"Well, you're already carrying someone. I bet you'd get really tired."
"Bah, it's nothing. I got lots of energy and my wings are really strong.
I lift weights with them every day; they're almost as strong as my arms."
"Wow."
"Yeah, now get on, you need to rest a bit." Angela nodded and Myria
glided under her. As Myria climbed up, Angela tucked in her wings and brought
her legs down. She landed squarely in front of Clark, Myria oomphed and Angela
caped her wings as she sat upright. Like Clark, her legs were hanging over the
side.
"Everyone secure?"
"Yeah."
"Yup."
"Hold on to your butts, then." Myria flapped her wings and began to
ascend. Angela felt herself sliding back. She looked down and was amazed. She
had never been this high. They were up higher than the castle. Much higher. She
could see the ocean clearly from here. Within moments, Myria found a current
going their way, and entered it. Angela was jostled backwards and suddenly found
herself pressed tightly against Clark, his arms around her waist. She blushed
somewhat.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she replied weakly. She could feel the base of her tail pressing
against his lower abdomen. And between his legs. Her flush intensified.
"You have a mate, right?" he asked. Angela felt her entire face redden.
"No. I mean, yeah. I mean . . . Broadway! He and I. We're. Um. Courting!
Yeah, that's it!" Angela heard a thump behind her, Clark let go of her and said:
"Ow! Myria!"
"Ignore him, Angela. He's got some kinda gargoyle fetish."
"I most certainly do not!"
"Uh, huh. I hear sheep and horses are popular among you humans who like
to date outside their species." Angela heard a loud smack behind her now and
this time Myria yelped in pain.
"Shit, man! Haven't I told you how much that fucking hurts, you shit-
faced ass-muncher!"
"You hit me with your tail, I hit it back."
"Grr. I'm gonna get you for this, dipshit." Angela felt more comfortable
now and smiled.
* * *
"Finally, home!" Broadway said, "I'm so hungry."
"You and me both," Lexington said, "I might even out-eat you today."
"That's not possible," Brooklyn said, "our stomachs actually have a
bottom."
"Hey!" Broadway protested. The trio glided ahead of Goliath in the
general direction of the kitchen. Goliath smiled at their antics, but stayed his
course to where David and Hudson were waiting. He landed in front of them and
set Elisa down.
"Well," David asked, "what happened?"
"Angela found Demona. She was killed by something. Brutally. This does
not bode well. There is something in this city strong enough to make nothing of
Demona."
"So, what did ye do with her?" Hudson asked.
"Angela and our guests escorted her home. Despite Brooklyn's accusations
she had done nothing wrong."
"Alright, lad." David stepped up:
"Goliath, Owen has informed me that Clark's friend managed to slip by
our security. She was never detected by radar that puts anything the government
has to shame, AND enhanced by Puck's magic."
"Seriously?" Elisa asked, "nothing at all?"
"Not a blip." Goliath and Elisa looked at each other. Goliath sighed.
"This wouldn't be the first oddity," he said, "about those two we've
noticed tonight.
* * *
"So, Angela," Clark asked, "what's going on with your mom? Why doesn't
she live with the clan?"
"It's a long story," Angela sighed, "but basically she is considered an
enemy of the clan. She has attacked us on several occasions, the most before I
came here and once she . . ." Angela took a deep breath, "she tried to destroy
all of humanity."
"What?"
"The fuck?!"
"Yes. She feels humanity should be eradicated for the good of our kind."
'What a moron,' Myria thought.
"My parents," Angela continued, "also blame each other for the deaths of
our former clanmates."
"Yeah, I read about that in the Grimorum," Clark said.
"I don't know what to do about her anymore. I want to help her, but she
has already deceived me twice. And tonight, she seemed as hard as ever, but I
could tell she was frightened. I just don't know."
"She has to want help first," Clark said. Angela looked at him. From
just hearing that she thought he meant it was hopeless, but when she saw the
concern in his expression, she knew he meant that she was the one that needed to
instill that desire into Demona. She nodded. There was silence for a few moments
until Clark began to sing. Myria joined him quickly:
"Midnight, our sons and daughters,
Were cut down and taken from us,
Hear their heartbeat,
We hear their heartbeat.
In the wind we hear their laughter,
In the rain we see their tears,
Hear their heartbeat,
We hear their heartbeat.
Night hangs like a prisoner,
Stretched over black an blue,
Hear their heartbeat,
We hear their heartbeat.
In the trees our sons stand naked,
Through the walls our daughters cry,
See their tears in the rainfall."
They stayed silent for a bit afterwards.
"That was beautiful," Angela finally said, "what was it?"
"'Mothers of the Disappeared'. U2." Clark answered. Angela smiled.
"Hang on," Myria announced, "I'm going down to the castle."
"DOWN to the castle?!"
* * *
"Yes, Owen," David said, "I see them. Thank you." He put away his cell
phone and looked up. Sure enough, there was Clark, Angela and Myria. Owen was
mostly right. They landed near him. Myria stretched.
"Hello, Mr. Xanatos," Angela said, "where is everyone?"
"Welcome back, guys. They're in the main room. I'm sure you want to tell
them what happened with Demona. And get a good meal."
"Oh, I haven't had breakfast yet! Thanks for the advice, I'll see you
there!" Angela waved back at them cheerily and ran off.
"Huh," Myria said, "she became awfully peppy real quick."
"No kidding. Hey, David, what do you think of this?" Clark reached over
and grabbed the pistol Myria took from the Quarryman earlier and showed it to
him. They began to walk to the main room.
"Hmm. Resembles the guns we make. But noticeably different. Copycat.
Where did you get this?" He handed it back.
"I'll tell you later. We need to get some food into my striped green
monster or she might eat someone." Myria grinned.
* * *
"Okay. Thanks. Yeah, that's very interesting." Elisa hung up the phone
and looked at the clan.
"What did Matt say?" Goliath asked.
"Well-" she was interrupted by Myria and Clark's entrance. David closed
the door behind them.
"Hey."
"Yo." Myria set her gun and sword down.
"Hey, Myria you want some food?" Brooklyn asked. He pointed to the table
which had various sandwiches in a platter.
"Yummers! Breakfast." She went over and grabbed four sandwiches. "Thanks
handsome." She immediately began to wolf them down as she walked back to Clark.
He had sat down on the sofa. Brooklyn looked at her with a slight grin, and
Lexington poked him in the side.
"What?"
"You're staring," he whispered. Brooklyn gave him a look.
"So, Myria," Goliath asked, "no problems taking Demona home?"
"Didn't Angela tell you?"
"She is using the restroom."
"Oh! Well, um . . . we ran into some Quarrymen on the way there and I
dispatched them. Assholes like that ain't got nothin' on me."
"How?" Elisa asked.
"Well, they shot me, I shot them back."
"Is that all?"
"Um, yeah." Angela entered the room at this point.
"'Cause I just got a call from my partner telling me that a helicopter
crashed in the 19th's jurisdiction. They also found several dead Quarrymen on a
nearby rooftop. He says they looked like they were hit with flak shells. The
bursting, armor-piercing kind."
"Heh, that sounds like my gun."
"What were you thinking?"
"We were under attack! We had to defend ourselves!"
"Was the helicopter attacking you?"
"Ah . . . well, no."
"But you still shot it down."
"You wouldn't understand. You had to be there."
"Innocent people could've been hurt!"
"There was no one on the ground!"
"That's not the point! There could have been!"
"Jeez! What bullshit." Myria walked over to her gun and picked it up.
"Where are you going?" Goliath asked. "We are not finished."
"Myria, stay," Clark said. She sighed gruffly and looked back at them.
"Fine," she said disdainfully, her body language clearly showing anger.
"You shouldn't be using a gun like that. Seriously," Elisa said, "that
thing is really powerful. What does it fire?"
"I already told you."
"Maybe I wasn't paying attention." Elisa was quite irate now. Myria
growled softly.
"25mm bursting shells at one thousand RPM. It also has an RPG launcher."
"My God," a shocked Elisa said, "that thing's a monstrosity. Shells that
powerful that fast . . . I can't imagine how many laws that violates. I can't
let you keep that thing." Myria's face grew cold and hard.
"Cold, dead fingers, detective," she stated. Goliath growled, and the
rest of the clan stood from the table. Elisa and Myria glared at each other.
"Who are you?" Goliath asked, "Really?" Myria looked at him dumbfounded.
"Whaddya mean?"
"You said your name was Myria Leerka Clan-Brirra. That's a lot of name.
Especially for someone who doesn't have a clan."
"Ah . . ."
"And," Goliath continued, "you seem to be quite knowledgeable about a
civilization whose only record are some books written in a language that is no
longer in anyone's ken."
"Well . . ."
"And you, Clark," Elisa said as she turned around, "why did you decide
to follow the Grimorum? Why did you think the story had any validity." He
shrugged nonchalantly. The rest of the clan had their curiosity piqued and came
closer.
"Myria," Angela said, "while we were fighting you mumbled something
about surviving a battle of 'Gerood' or something like that." Myria slapped her
forehead.
"I think we are owed an explanation," Goliath ominously said. Myria
sighed and moved to Clark, who remained nonplussed.
"Dude, they're smart," she told him.
"Well, they do have a detective," he replied. Myria sighed again. When
she turned back to the clan, Elisa felt the person in front of her had changed
completely. Her expression was rugged, her eyes holding something she could not
grasp. When she spoke, her voice became harder, somewhat deeper.
"Detective, I am Leerka Clan-Brirra, Captain, 18th Air Cavalry, Royal
Guard. I am originally from our ancestral home in the Pacific, but I have spent
the last ten years occupying the body of a young gargess by the name of Myria.
Of her own free will, of course. I have known Clark for much longer than that.
But before I came to inhabit Myria, I resided in that sword. I slumbered in it
for ten thousand years, somehow awakening when it was handled by Clark when he
was only a boy. I've been to him since, asking him to find a gargoyle who would
be kind enough to share their body with me. That is why he became interested in
the magic book. As I said before, I was originally from the land of our people.
Before it was destroyed. I'm a soldier with many years of battle experience. As
such, I was chosen for a special project that would be implemented in the case
of a major catastrophe. Myself, my squad of five other soldiers, and a dozen of
our best and brightest civilians were to be placed in hypothermic stasis in a
protective bunker until such time that it would be safe for us to come out. Heh.
Actually, only the civilians were to be "frozen", as that method was the most
sure, but it required tremendous amounts of energy for long-term hibernation. So
the rest of us had our souls and life-forces ceded into artifacts. That method
required a new body later on, and if anything happened to the artifact, the
person was lost. We were there in case they needed protection from any hostile
forces. But the plan was not yet complete before the Un-Named attacked. In the
panic, I was ceded to the sword, and that is all I remember. I do not know what
happened to my team or the prodigies. As far as I know, I am the last alive of
our people. More or less."
"What was their, um, your peoples' name?" Elisa asked. Myria scoffed.
"We were ourselves, we didn't need a name. Humans." Goliath chuckled at
that, and Elisa rolled her eyes.
"What about what Angela said? That Gerood thing?" Lexington asked. Myria
paled somewhat. She lowered her head.
"The battle of Gerhoud. A rouge human faction tried to take control of
one of our colonies in the Americas. We were sent in to remove them. That fight
made your American D-Day look like a skirmish. I lost a lot of friends in that
battle. A lot. I still get nightmares." As she was saying that, Myria started to
wring her arm and Clark came over. When she finished, he playfully bumped into
her. She gave him a sad smile.
"What happened to Myria's clan?" Goliath asked.
"I don't know," Myria said, back to the way she was before, "I have no
memory of my former clan. I think I'm lucky to remember my name. As far as I
know, they may still be somewhere in Northern California."
"I see," Goliath said. It was definitely something that needed further
investigation. There was a short silence.
"This person is not to be trusted." The clan turned to see Owen suddenly
standing in the doorway, his face as angry as it got. Myria's eyes widened, then
began to glow as she growled.
"A Fay!" she shouted and grabbed her sword, bolts of electricity jumping
from it, her body and eyes.
* * *
"Chief?."
"Yes, Helios."
Helios fidgeted. "I'm sorry to inform you, sir, that . . . Metheia has
escaped."
"What!? How!?" Taurus stood up angrily from his desk.
"Someone broke in last night and extracted her." Taurus' scowl was a
sight that struck fear and awe among friends and enemies alike. The last time it
was this bad, Helios recalled, was when Proteus escaped.
"We are scouring the city for her, but all indications point to her
leaving the island. Her tracking device was five hundred kilometers away when it
stopped transmitting. " Taurus pounded his fist against his table.
"Dammit! Find some way to track her down. Top priority. Get everyone in
the science ministry to devise something. We cannot have her loose outside New
Olympus. That . . . monster makes Proteus look like a schoolyard bully."
* * *
THEY were there. Up there. High. Too high. Have to wait. As high as it
could. It was CLEAN. REST now. STONE? Yes. Tomorrow night. It would KILL again.
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Ch. 7 "Detections"
EfrainMan
EfrainMan9@yahoo.com
I dinnae own Gargoyles. . . but if any of you Disney guys wanna give it to me,
that's cool. Any original characters belong to my dark, twisted imagination, so
if you wanna use 'em, you gotta ask the voice in my head that tells me to kill.
* * *
Out of the corner of her eye, Elisa saw the gargoyle she had fallen in
love with. In his arms, she pushed other thoughts away. Thoughts that only took
form when she was alone. In his arms, she relished in the feel of his body. But-
no! No buts! She loved him. The sound of his voice, the taste of his kisses, she
loved everything about him (really?) and he felt the same. Didn't he? Yes, of
course! She has seen it in his eyes (and what else?). Why am I-
"Elisa?" Goliath asked.
"Hmm?" was all she could manage out of her reverie.
"Do you think we should . . . interrogate Myria and Clark tomorrow? Just
so we could spend tonight together?"
'Yes!'
"No, we should bring it up right away."
'We need to talk. About us. Now!'
"Very well, Elisa." They glided back to the castle in silence.
* * *
"Angela?" Myria asked.
"Yes?"
"You look tired. You wanna ride on my back with Clark? Plenty of room."
Angela had to admit, she was tired.
"That's alright, I-"
"We'll get home quicker, too. I can fly up higher and find some really
fast currents. Your daddy's probably worried."
"Well, you're already carrying someone. I bet you'd get really tired."
"Bah, it's nothing. I got lots of energy and my wings are really strong.
I lift weights with them every day; they're almost as strong as my arms."
"Wow."
"Yeah, now get on, you need to rest a bit." Angela nodded and Myria
glided under her. As Myria climbed up, Angela tucked in her wings and brought
her legs down. She landed squarely in front of Clark, Myria oomphed and Angela
caped her wings as she sat upright. Like Clark, her legs were hanging over the
side.
"Everyone secure?"
"Yeah."
"Yup."
"Hold on to your butts, then." Myria flapped her wings and began to
ascend. Angela felt herself sliding back. She looked down and was amazed. She
had never been this high. They were up higher than the castle. Much higher. She
could see the ocean clearly from here. Within moments, Myria found a current
going their way, and entered it. Angela was jostled backwards and suddenly found
herself pressed tightly against Clark, his arms around her waist. She blushed
somewhat.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she replied weakly. She could feel the base of her tail pressing
against his lower abdomen. And between his legs. Her flush intensified.
"You have a mate, right?" he asked. Angela felt her entire face redden.
"No. I mean, yeah. I mean . . . Broadway! He and I. We're. Um. Courting!
Yeah, that's it!" Angela heard a thump behind her, Clark let go of her and said:
"Ow! Myria!"
"Ignore him, Angela. He's got some kinda gargoyle fetish."
"I most certainly do not!"
"Uh, huh. I hear sheep and horses are popular among you humans who like
to date outside their species." Angela heard a loud smack behind her now and
this time Myria yelped in pain.
"Shit, man! Haven't I told you how much that fucking hurts, you shit-
faced ass-muncher!"
"You hit me with your tail, I hit it back."
"Grr. I'm gonna get you for this, dipshit." Angela felt more comfortable
now and smiled.
* * *
"Finally, home!" Broadway said, "I'm so hungry."
"You and me both," Lexington said, "I might even out-eat you today."
"That's not possible," Brooklyn said, "our stomachs actually have a
bottom."
"Hey!" Broadway protested. The trio glided ahead of Goliath in the
general direction of the kitchen. Goliath smiled at their antics, but stayed his
course to where David and Hudson were waiting. He landed in front of them and
set Elisa down.
"Well," David asked, "what happened?"
"Angela found Demona. She was killed by something. Brutally. This does
not bode well. There is something in this city strong enough to make nothing of
Demona."
"So, what did ye do with her?" Hudson asked.
"Angela and our guests escorted her home. Despite Brooklyn's accusations
she had done nothing wrong."
"Alright, lad." David stepped up:
"Goliath, Owen has informed me that Clark's friend managed to slip by
our security. She was never detected by radar that puts anything the government
has to shame, AND enhanced by Puck's magic."
"Seriously?" Elisa asked, "nothing at all?"
"Not a blip." Goliath and Elisa looked at each other. Goliath sighed.
"This wouldn't be the first oddity," he said, "about those two we've
noticed tonight.
* * *
"So, Angela," Clark asked, "what's going on with your mom? Why doesn't
she live with the clan?"
"It's a long story," Angela sighed, "but basically she is considered an
enemy of the clan. She has attacked us on several occasions, the most before I
came here and once she . . ." Angela took a deep breath, "she tried to destroy
all of humanity."
"What?"
"The fuck?!"
"Yes. She feels humanity should be eradicated for the good of our kind."
'What a moron,' Myria thought.
"My parents," Angela continued, "also blame each other for the deaths of
our former clanmates."
"Yeah, I read about that in the Grimorum," Clark said.
"I don't know what to do about her anymore. I want to help her, but she
has already deceived me twice. And tonight, she seemed as hard as ever, but I
could tell she was frightened. I just don't know."
"She has to want help first," Clark said. Angela looked at him. From
just hearing that she thought he meant it was hopeless, but when she saw the
concern in his expression, she knew he meant that she was the one that needed to
instill that desire into Demona. She nodded. There was silence for a few moments
until Clark began to sing. Myria joined him quickly:
"Midnight, our sons and daughters,
Were cut down and taken from us,
Hear their heartbeat,
We hear their heartbeat.
In the wind we hear their laughter,
In the rain we see their tears,
Hear their heartbeat,
We hear their heartbeat.
Night hangs like a prisoner,
Stretched over black an blue,
Hear their heartbeat,
We hear their heartbeat.
In the trees our sons stand naked,
Through the walls our daughters cry,
See their tears in the rainfall."
They stayed silent for a bit afterwards.
"That was beautiful," Angela finally said, "what was it?"
"'Mothers of the Disappeared'. U2." Clark answered. Angela smiled.
"Hang on," Myria announced, "I'm going down to the castle."
"DOWN to the castle?!"
* * *
"Yes, Owen," David said, "I see them. Thank you." He put away his cell
phone and looked up. Sure enough, there was Clark, Angela and Myria. Owen was
mostly right. They landed near him. Myria stretched.
"Hello, Mr. Xanatos," Angela said, "where is everyone?"
"Welcome back, guys. They're in the main room. I'm sure you want to tell
them what happened with Demona. And get a good meal."
"Oh, I haven't had breakfast yet! Thanks for the advice, I'll see you
there!" Angela waved back at them cheerily and ran off.
"Huh," Myria said, "she became awfully peppy real quick."
"No kidding. Hey, David, what do you think of this?" Clark reached over
and grabbed the pistol Myria took from the Quarryman earlier and showed it to
him. They began to walk to the main room.
"Hmm. Resembles the guns we make. But noticeably different. Copycat.
Where did you get this?" He handed it back.
"I'll tell you later. We need to get some food into my striped green
monster or she might eat someone." Myria grinned.
* * *
"Okay. Thanks. Yeah, that's very interesting." Elisa hung up the phone
and looked at the clan.
"What did Matt say?" Goliath asked.
"Well-" she was interrupted by Myria and Clark's entrance. David closed
the door behind them.
"Hey."
"Yo." Myria set her gun and sword down.
"Hey, Myria you want some food?" Brooklyn asked. He pointed to the table
which had various sandwiches in a platter.
"Yummers! Breakfast." She went over and grabbed four sandwiches. "Thanks
handsome." She immediately began to wolf them down as she walked back to Clark.
He had sat down on the sofa. Brooklyn looked at her with a slight grin, and
Lexington poked him in the side.
"What?"
"You're staring," he whispered. Brooklyn gave him a look.
"So, Myria," Goliath asked, "no problems taking Demona home?"
"Didn't Angela tell you?"
"She is using the restroom."
"Oh! Well, um . . . we ran into some Quarrymen on the way there and I
dispatched them. Assholes like that ain't got nothin' on me."
"How?" Elisa asked.
"Well, they shot me, I shot them back."
"Is that all?"
"Um, yeah." Angela entered the room at this point.
"'Cause I just got a call from my partner telling me that a helicopter
crashed in the 19th's jurisdiction. They also found several dead Quarrymen on a
nearby rooftop. He says they looked like they were hit with flak shells. The
bursting, armor-piercing kind."
"Heh, that sounds like my gun."
"What were you thinking?"
"We were under attack! We had to defend ourselves!"
"Was the helicopter attacking you?"
"Ah . . . well, no."
"But you still shot it down."
"You wouldn't understand. You had to be there."
"Innocent people could've been hurt!"
"There was no one on the ground!"
"That's not the point! There could have been!"
"Jeez! What bullshit." Myria walked over to her gun and picked it up.
"Where are you going?" Goliath asked. "We are not finished."
"Myria, stay," Clark said. She sighed gruffly and looked back at them.
"Fine," she said disdainfully, her body language clearly showing anger.
"You shouldn't be using a gun like that. Seriously," Elisa said, "that
thing is really powerful. What does it fire?"
"I already told you."
"Maybe I wasn't paying attention." Elisa was quite irate now. Myria
growled softly.
"25mm bursting shells at one thousand RPM. It also has an RPG launcher."
"My God," a shocked Elisa said, "that thing's a monstrosity. Shells that
powerful that fast . . . I can't imagine how many laws that violates. I can't
let you keep that thing." Myria's face grew cold and hard.
"Cold, dead fingers, detective," she stated. Goliath growled, and the
rest of the clan stood from the table. Elisa and Myria glared at each other.
"Who are you?" Goliath asked, "Really?" Myria looked at him dumbfounded.
"Whaddya mean?"
"You said your name was Myria Leerka Clan-Brirra. That's a lot of name.
Especially for someone who doesn't have a clan."
"Ah . . ."
"And," Goliath continued, "you seem to be quite knowledgeable about a
civilization whose only record are some books written in a language that is no
longer in anyone's ken."
"Well . . ."
"And you, Clark," Elisa said as she turned around, "why did you decide
to follow the Grimorum? Why did you think the story had any validity." He
shrugged nonchalantly. The rest of the clan had their curiosity piqued and came
closer.
"Myria," Angela said, "while we were fighting you mumbled something
about surviving a battle of 'Gerood' or something like that." Myria slapped her
forehead.
"I think we are owed an explanation," Goliath ominously said. Myria
sighed and moved to Clark, who remained nonplussed.
"Dude, they're smart," she told him.
"Well, they do have a detective," he replied. Myria sighed again. When
she turned back to the clan, Elisa felt the person in front of her had changed
completely. Her expression was rugged, her eyes holding something she could not
grasp. When she spoke, her voice became harder, somewhat deeper.
"Detective, I am Leerka Clan-Brirra, Captain, 18th Air Cavalry, Royal
Guard. I am originally from our ancestral home in the Pacific, but I have spent
the last ten years occupying the body of a young gargess by the name of Myria.
Of her own free will, of course. I have known Clark for much longer than that.
But before I came to inhabit Myria, I resided in that sword. I slumbered in it
for ten thousand years, somehow awakening when it was handled by Clark when he
was only a boy. I've been to him since, asking him to find a gargoyle who would
be kind enough to share their body with me. That is why he became interested in
the magic book. As I said before, I was originally from the land of our people.
Before it was destroyed. I'm a soldier with many years of battle experience. As
such, I was chosen for a special project that would be implemented in the case
of a major catastrophe. Myself, my squad of five other soldiers, and a dozen of
our best and brightest civilians were to be placed in hypothermic stasis in a
protective bunker until such time that it would be safe for us to come out. Heh.
Actually, only the civilians were to be "frozen", as that method was the most
sure, but it required tremendous amounts of energy for long-term hibernation. So
the rest of us had our souls and life-forces ceded into artifacts. That method
required a new body later on, and if anything happened to the artifact, the
person was lost. We were there in case they needed protection from any hostile
forces. But the plan was not yet complete before the Un-Named attacked. In the
panic, I was ceded to the sword, and that is all I remember. I do not know what
happened to my team or the prodigies. As far as I know, I am the last alive of
our people. More or less."
"What was their, um, your peoples' name?" Elisa asked. Myria scoffed.
"We were ourselves, we didn't need a name. Humans." Goliath chuckled at
that, and Elisa rolled her eyes.
"What about what Angela said? That Gerood thing?" Lexington asked. Myria
paled somewhat. She lowered her head.
"The battle of Gerhoud. A rouge human faction tried to take control of
one of our colonies in the Americas. We were sent in to remove them. That fight
made your American D-Day look like a skirmish. I lost a lot of friends in that
battle. A lot. I still get nightmares." As she was saying that, Myria started to
wring her arm and Clark came over. When she finished, he playfully bumped into
her. She gave him a sad smile.
"What happened to Myria's clan?" Goliath asked.
"I don't know," Myria said, back to the way she was before, "I have no
memory of my former clan. I think I'm lucky to remember my name. As far as I
know, they may still be somewhere in Northern California."
"I see," Goliath said. It was definitely something that needed further
investigation. There was a short silence.
"This person is not to be trusted." The clan turned to see Owen suddenly
standing in the doorway, his face as angry as it got. Myria's eyes widened, then
began to glow as she growled.
"A Fay!" she shouted and grabbed her sword, bolts of electricity jumping
from it, her body and eyes.
* * *
"Chief?."
"Yes, Helios."
Helios fidgeted. "I'm sorry to inform you, sir, that . . . Metheia has
escaped."
"What!? How!?" Taurus stood up angrily from his desk.
"Someone broke in last night and extracted her." Taurus' scowl was a
sight that struck fear and awe among friends and enemies alike. The last time it
was this bad, Helios recalled, was when Proteus escaped.
"We are scouring the city for her, but all indications point to her
leaving the island. Her tracking device was five hundred kilometers away when it
stopped transmitting. " Taurus pounded his fist against his table.
"Dammit! Find some way to track her down. Top priority. Get everyone in
the science ministry to devise something. We cannot have her loose outside New
Olympus. That . . . monster makes Proteus look like a schoolyard bully."
* * *
THEY were there. Up there. High. Too high. Have to wait. As high as it
could. It was CLEAN. REST now. STONE? Yes. Tomorrow night. It would KILL again.
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