Here is the Timedancer sequel to my previous story everybody! Hope you like! And on time for the Hunter's Moon tonight!

994 AD…

In the dark night, there was a group of men on their horses riding off towards a castle. One of them was a young boy who had deadly claw marks on his face.

But then to their surprise; a blinding flash of red and orange light appeared above them, two figures falling down to the ground.

One which was a purple lizard grunted in pain from the impact, skidding to a halt in front of a huge white horse that had a kingly human sitting on top of it. The other, a red winged beaked gargoyle, landed next to him.

Randall rubbed his head when struggling to regain his senses, memory fuzzy of what had happened until he heard a horse's whinny, glancing up in surprise at the sight of armored men on horses.

"B-Brooklyn? Where are you?!" Randall yelled out, scrabbling backward while the man with the crown raised his sword. "No monsters welcome here!" He snarled in a threatening manner.

Soon Randall could hear his friend from nearby. "I come in peace!" The red gargoyle yelped out when he spotted a teen boy raising his sword too, yelling threateningly.

Narrowing his eyes, the lizard monster dodged out of the way of the kingly man's sword, running to the kid and knocking him off easily to stop him from hurting his best friend. After that he ran over to Brooklyn. "What happened?"

Brooklyn scratched his head while the rest of the soldiers closed around them. "Dunno. All I remember was touching the Phoenix Gate…" he trailed off, face pale. Brooklyn next glanced up at the soldiers. "Do any of you know where we are? Or when?"

The soldiers didn't listen, yelling in anger, charging. "Time to go I believe!" Brooklyn gasped out, pulling Randall onto his back, the two of them taking to the air. Randall held on with all of his might. From what he saw of the humans; they were all dressed like they were going to a medieval party.

One of the men who practiced sorcery saw the gargoyle fly away, summoning a fiery bow and arrow, taking aim.

Randall held on tight to Brooklyn, who grunted. "Hey, easy on the hold, I'm just as confused as you being in tenth century Scotland!" He shouted aloud, causing the lizard monster to loosen his grip but still trembled. They were in the past?!

"How do we get home?!" Randall yelped in panic. Before Brooklyn could answer; an arrow struck his right thigh. He screeched in agony, Randall nearly losing his position on Brooklyn's back because of this, worry for his friend rushing through his veins. They needed to find a place to regroup and figure out what to do, along with getting the arrow out.

Brooklyn flinched in pain, doing his best to hold in his pain while gliding towards a village on the horizon. He could land on a roof, and pull this blasted arrow out of his thigh, which was bleeding freely. The men behind them watched in satisfaction but the father of the Hunter looked disappointed they didn't kill both monsters.

Meanwhile in the town the friends were heading to two women named Mary, the mother of Tom and Finella were on the run from King Constantine. Finella had found a wanted poster for the two of them. "Wanted; dead or alive. How decent of him," Finella mumbled under her breath.

While they were conversing near the inn where the poster was, Brooklyn had managed to make it to the rooftop right at that moment, gasping as Randall slipped off.

Brooklyn's eyes were glowing from the pain he was in, and tried pulling it out, wincing badly. Randall stopped him. "Wait, we could break the arrow first, that way the head wouldn't make more damage," He advised. Brooklyn was somewhat amazed at Randall's words but nodded, allowing Randall to break the arrowhead off.

Next Brooklyn was able to pull off the rest of the arrow, cringing but was glad that the arrowhead was no longer there. Randall saw how red looking the arrow was.

"Whoever shot us was probably mad they didn't hit your heart— what the?" The purple lizard stared as the arrow vanished in fire in Brooklyn's talons, who was equally shocked. The two friends looked at one another in confusion until Randall was drawn to his bloody wound.

"You need that bandaged, if we can get some," He said. Brooklyn nodded. "S-suppose my loincloth could work until the time being," He mumbled from pain, ripping part of it, tying it tight.

Before the friends could ponder their situation, wondering how to get back to the present, they were startled by voices calling out from below, yelling words like 'witches'. Randall looked down seeing two women, the fair looking one holding what seemed to be the Grimorum spellbook, pretending to be a witch to scare off the soldiers.

He glanced at Brooklyn. "Guess we should help them," He said. Brooklyn nodded, growling, as he glided down, grabbing one of the soldier's swords by its blade.

Randall himself crawled down the sides of the building, turning invisible and using his tail to slap the men.

"Who's hitting me?!" Roared one of them, while Randall kept up his fighting while invisible, the women wondering what was going on, seeing a red gargoyle saving them.

Brooklyn stood in front of the soldiers, holding the sword that still had blood on it, glaring, Randall now revealing himself next to his fiend. Finella was in awe at his appearance, seeing he wasn't a gargoyle or a gar dog.

"You humans have two choices; one is to wait for my clan to come and eat your brains. Or you can run away!" Brooklyn threatened bravely, Randall growling himself, causing the men to cry out, running off in fear of the 'monsters'. Randall folded all of his arms in satisfaction, missing watching humans running from how scary he was.

Mary and Finella were stunned at what had happened. Brooklyn sighed slightly. "Ok, now that I've set back gargoyle-human interactions for another century, we advise you two get out of here before they realize my clan is not coming." Brooklyn advised the women.

Before Mary could speak up about the brains thing Randall instantly shook his head. "No, lady, my friend isn't a brain eater. And neither am I."

"Aren't you… a gargoyle?" Asked Mary in wonder and slight fear. Randall chuckled. "Far from it. Long story," He replied. Finella gestured them to her horse and cart.

The two of them got settled into the cart while Mary slapped the reins. "Hya, Magus! Hya!" Brooklyn himself was surprised at the name of the horse, as was Randall who then noticed Brooklyn made a new wound in his hand.

"You really gotta stop getting hurt when we've just come here," Randall pointed out, Brooklyn flushing. Finella wanted to help but Brooklyn shook his head again.

"My hand is the least of our problems. The soldiers coming after us is the worst of it," the red gargoyle commented. Mary though was confused.

"But can't you take them on?" She asked. Brooklyn had replied saying it was a bit more complicated, seeing the sun rising. Randall moaned. Just perfect.

He watched his friend change to stone, at least thanking for the ability that it would heal his wounds. Mary and Finella saw it too then eyed him with suspicion.

"Care to explain what someone like you is doing here?" Finella demanded, Randall lowering his fronds, wondering how a monster like him would explain all this crazy stuff going on, especially with time traveling involved, hoping the rest of the clan back home were doing ok.