...Through the whole castle, an horrifying scream was heard. It held the middle between a human
and a dragon's roar...
The young Gargoyle panted while looking at the knight, and he convulsed. His muscles tightened
and his eyes closed. After a few minutes he relaxed again, and he looked up with his normal,
human look on his face.
"Rohan..." he sighed.
"Y--yes?"
"I'm in pain..."
Angus bursted out crying.
"I can't handle it any more... I don't know what to do..."
"What do you feel, then?"
Rohan sat down next to his friend and caressed his hair. He suddenly felt depressed and lonely.
"My...whole...body..."
Thoughts raced through Rohan's mind. Images of painfull moments of his life appeared in his
head. He swallowed his own tears away.
"It's going to be okay, my friend. Don't you worry, I'll make it alright. That's a promise."
* * *
The next morning, Deirdre found Rohan sitting against the wall, with his head in his hands.
"Rohan? What's wrong? Where's Angus?"
The knight didn't look up, he just pointed to the ceiling.
Above their heads, Angus sat on one of the girders, his tail wrapped around the rafter. He
smiled when he heard his name.
"Good morning." he said. He spread out his wings and dropped himself in front of the princess.
He softly putted his fingers against her cheek, but stopped when Rohan stood up.
"I don't get it." he said, "I've been right awake all night because of you and that so-called
pain of your's... But now Deirdre is here you feel great. Are you fooling around with me?"
"I'd never fool around like that, mate!"
"Yeah right. Maybe Garrett was right. Gargoyles are nothing but trouble."
"WHAT?"
"Angus, were you fooling around or not? I want you to give me a honest answer." Deirdre asked.
"I am not fooling around..."
Deirdre sighed, "I'm sorry Angus... but I don't believe you."
"But I..."
"Not another word. Just because you happen to be a Gargoyle doesn't mean you are allowed to
pretend that you are pitifull!"
"I don't...please believe me..."
But Deirdre turned her back on him.
"I don't wish to see you any longer."
"But..."
"Goodbye Angus."
Tears filled the Gargoyle's eyes when he looked at Rohan, who looked away.
He straightened himself.
"Fine, if you don't want me around, that's just fine. But I can tell you one thing..."
He pointed his finger to Deirdre.
"...you'll be sorry..."
He climbed out the window, and pushed himself off into the air..
***
Now that was a short chapter!
and a dragon's roar...
The young Gargoyle panted while looking at the knight, and he convulsed. His muscles tightened
and his eyes closed. After a few minutes he relaxed again, and he looked up with his normal,
human look on his face.
"Rohan..." he sighed.
"Y--yes?"
"I'm in pain..."
Angus bursted out crying.
"I can't handle it any more... I don't know what to do..."
"What do you feel, then?"
Rohan sat down next to his friend and caressed his hair. He suddenly felt depressed and lonely.
"My...whole...body..."
Thoughts raced through Rohan's mind. Images of painfull moments of his life appeared in his
head. He swallowed his own tears away.
"It's going to be okay, my friend. Don't you worry, I'll make it alright. That's a promise."
* * *
The next morning, Deirdre found Rohan sitting against the wall, with his head in his hands.
"Rohan? What's wrong? Where's Angus?"
The knight didn't look up, he just pointed to the ceiling.
Above their heads, Angus sat on one of the girders, his tail wrapped around the rafter. He
smiled when he heard his name.
"Good morning." he said. He spread out his wings and dropped himself in front of the princess.
He softly putted his fingers against her cheek, but stopped when Rohan stood up.
"I don't get it." he said, "I've been right awake all night because of you and that so-called
pain of your's... But now Deirdre is here you feel great. Are you fooling around with me?"
"I'd never fool around like that, mate!"
"Yeah right. Maybe Garrett was right. Gargoyles are nothing but trouble."
"WHAT?"
"Angus, were you fooling around or not? I want you to give me a honest answer." Deirdre asked.
"I am not fooling around..."
Deirdre sighed, "I'm sorry Angus... but I don't believe you."
"But I..."
"Not another word. Just because you happen to be a Gargoyle doesn't mean you are allowed to
pretend that you are pitifull!"
"I don't...please believe me..."
But Deirdre turned her back on him.
"I don't wish to see you any longer."
"But..."
"Goodbye Angus."
Tears filled the Gargoyle's eyes when he looked at Rohan, who looked away.
He straightened himself.
"Fine, if you don't want me around, that's just fine. But I can tell you one thing..."
He pointed his finger to Deirdre.
"...you'll be sorry..."
He climbed out the window, and pushed himself off into the air..
***
Now that was a short chapter!