The sky was starting to lighten in the east. Dawn was coming soon. Goliath climbed the stairs to his tower perch and looked out at the horizon. Somewhere in the city spread out below him, his beloved Elisa was working.
He drew his eyes away from the lights of Manhattan and instead turned to gaze down on the parapets below him where his clan was getting themselves arranged for their daytime sleep. Lexington was pretending to wobble on the edge of the stone wall like the tightrope walkers had done in a comedy movie they had watched earlier. As he waved his arms wildly, Angela and his rookery brothers were laughing riotously. Hudson was smiling at the group while Bronx seemed perplexed by the whole scene.
Goliath smiled. His small clan had faced many serious threats of late - Thailog, the Quarrymen, etc. It lightened his heart to see them still able to play and laugh despite all of that. Tomorrow would undoubtedly bring new challenges, but so long as his clan continued to be able to joke and play, he knew that they would be alright.
Dawn was rapidly approaching. Goliath pulled his eyes from his clan and again looked out at his adopted city. He sent a silent prayer asking for Elisa to be protected while he slept and hopped up onto his high stone perch. Goliath struck a warrior pose just as the sun peeked over the horizon, freezing him in stone sleep for yet another night.
