The next few days were as usual. The knights had to visit villages and help things out. Ever since the war had ended everything became tediouse to them. There were no fights, no enemies, no nothing.
Deirdre looked out of the window, to the full moon that lightened Kells up a bit. The stars shone brightly, and fireflies were flying past.
She was about to go to her room, but some noise distracted her. In the distance, villagers were yelling, and she saw torches forming a circle.
Afraid of what had happened, Deirdre went outside and ran to the village. When she finally reached the group, she saw a dark creature laying on the ground, screaming in pain...
Some me were throwing rocks at the creature, others were pricking it with their rakes. Deirdre watched in horror, when she recognized the creature as Angus. He was wounded, and he tried hard to push himself back on his feet. He looked at Deirdre, panting, and falling back to the cold ground.
"Stop it!" Deirdre yelled, "Stop it right now, can't you see he's helpless?"
But none of the villagers stopped. Instead, they pushed her away while surrounding Angus.
On the other side of the circle, she could see Garrett. He slowly pulled his sword, and walked towards the Gargoyle.
The villagers finally stopped hurting Angus, and watched as Garrett held up his sword above his head...
"NO!" Deirdre screamed as she dropped herself on Angus' upper body, "Don't even dare to!"
She looked to Garrett fiercely. He dropped his sword when he saw Ivar and Rohan stepping into the circle.
"How can you even think about such a thing!" Ivar yelled. He pulled his sword and pointed to Garrett's neck.
"I will kill you if you'll ever harm one of my friends, expecially when he or she is injured."
"I can't believe that you are on a monster's side."
"You are the monster, not Angus."
Ivar looked to Deirdre, who was now sitting on the ground with Angus' head in her lap. Rohan swallowed when he caressed his friend's hair and putting his arm around Deirdre's shoulders.
When he looked back, Garrett was gone, and the villagers walked back to their hut's, leaving the three knights alone.
The only sound that was heard were Angus' moans.
"Is he okay?" Ivar whispered.
"He has fainted." Deirdre answered, her voice filled with tears.
"Let's get him to the castle."
Rohan picked the Gargoyle up.
"He has lost a lot of weight.." he said, "even including his wings he doesn't weigh much."
When they walked back to the castle, Angus' wings left a trail in the sand when they were dragged along...
~~*~~
Back in the castle, Cahath examinated Angus' body. He pulled his right-wing, showing a big hole in the thin skin.
"I think it is best to tie his wings together, to let them heal properly. There is not much I can do for him.."
"Does he have to stay in the castle?" Conhobar asked.
"Yes, I want him to stay here. That way, I can help him out as fast as I can if some problems are popping up."
"No, I am sorry, but I don't think I can let Angus stay in this castle."
"Why not?" Deirdre said.
"First of all, there's no room for him. Second of all, he could be dangerous."
"He's not dangerous!"
"Deirdre, your father is right. It is a fact that Gargoyles who've just got back to their original form can lose their temper when something bad has happened. Now, correct me if I am wrong, but this looks like a very bad situation to me."
"But...but...where does he have to stay then?"
"Maybe the dungeons?"
"No! I won't let you lock him up in a cold cell."
"Maybe..." Rohan interrupted, "Maybe he can stay here, in the throne-room. There's enough space here. And I can keep an eye on him, just in case!"
The king was thinking for a few seconds, and accepted Rohan's offer.
"But as long as Angus is chained." he said, "I don't want him wandering around the castle!"
When the others went to their rooms, Rohan looked over at Angus.
"So, you have decided to wake up, eh?"
He walked over to his friend, but stumbled backwards when Angus looked at him with an animal-like look on his face. His eyes were wide open, and he was grumbling and struggling to get the chains off his wrists.
~~*~~
Deirdre looked out of the window, to the full moon that lightened Kells up a bit. The stars shone brightly, and fireflies were flying past.
She was about to go to her room, but some noise distracted her. In the distance, villagers were yelling, and she saw torches forming a circle.
Afraid of what had happened, Deirdre went outside and ran to the village. When she finally reached the group, she saw a dark creature laying on the ground, screaming in pain...
Some me were throwing rocks at the creature, others were pricking it with their rakes. Deirdre watched in horror, when she recognized the creature as Angus. He was wounded, and he tried hard to push himself back on his feet. He looked at Deirdre, panting, and falling back to the cold ground.
"Stop it!" Deirdre yelled, "Stop it right now, can't you see he's helpless?"
But none of the villagers stopped. Instead, they pushed her away while surrounding Angus.
On the other side of the circle, she could see Garrett. He slowly pulled his sword, and walked towards the Gargoyle.
The villagers finally stopped hurting Angus, and watched as Garrett held up his sword above his head...
"NO!" Deirdre screamed as she dropped herself on Angus' upper body, "Don't even dare to!"
She looked to Garrett fiercely. He dropped his sword when he saw Ivar and Rohan stepping into the circle.
"How can you even think about such a thing!" Ivar yelled. He pulled his sword and pointed to Garrett's neck.
"I will kill you if you'll ever harm one of my friends, expecially when he or she is injured."
"I can't believe that you are on a monster's side."
"You are the monster, not Angus."
Ivar looked to Deirdre, who was now sitting on the ground with Angus' head in her lap. Rohan swallowed when he caressed his friend's hair and putting his arm around Deirdre's shoulders.
When he looked back, Garrett was gone, and the villagers walked back to their hut's, leaving the three knights alone.
The only sound that was heard were Angus' moans.
"Is he okay?" Ivar whispered.
"He has fainted." Deirdre answered, her voice filled with tears.
"Let's get him to the castle."
Rohan picked the Gargoyle up.
"He has lost a lot of weight.." he said, "even including his wings he doesn't weigh much."
When they walked back to the castle, Angus' wings left a trail in the sand when they were dragged along...
~~*~~
Back in the castle, Cahath examinated Angus' body. He pulled his right-wing, showing a big hole in the thin skin.
"I think it is best to tie his wings together, to let them heal properly. There is not much I can do for him.."
"Does he have to stay in the castle?" Conhobar asked.
"Yes, I want him to stay here. That way, I can help him out as fast as I can if some problems are popping up."
"No, I am sorry, but I don't think I can let Angus stay in this castle."
"Why not?" Deirdre said.
"First of all, there's no room for him. Second of all, he could be dangerous."
"He's not dangerous!"
"Deirdre, your father is right. It is a fact that Gargoyles who've just got back to their original form can lose their temper when something bad has happened. Now, correct me if I am wrong, but this looks like a very bad situation to me."
"But...but...where does he have to stay then?"
"Maybe the dungeons?"
"No! I won't let you lock him up in a cold cell."
"Maybe..." Rohan interrupted, "Maybe he can stay here, in the throne-room. There's enough space here. And I can keep an eye on him, just in case!"
The king was thinking for a few seconds, and accepted Rohan's offer.
"But as long as Angus is chained." he said, "I don't want him wandering around the castle!"
When the others went to their rooms, Rohan looked over at Angus.
"So, you have decided to wake up, eh?"
He walked over to his friend, but stumbled backwards when Angus looked at him with an animal-like look on his face. His eyes were wide open, and he was grumbling and struggling to get the chains off his wrists.
~~*~~