Chapter 2 everybody! Demona will eventually turn up in this story.
Randall had done his best to tell Finella and Mary their story which to them was rather odd while going along the pathway through the field, thankfully having out run the guards.
Mary after hearing the strange lizard finish his tale, was stunned at what was going on with the two of them. "It is just hard to believe… you all time traveled," She said softly.
Randall grinned nervously. "I know it sounds unbelievable but-but it is true. Brooklyn will give you more of a heads up once he wakes. He would hopefully have a plan too on how to get him and me home to Manhattan."
Finella wondered what this 'Manhattan' looked like, feeling rather curious about the future but knew she probably couldn't ask, concentrating on leading the horses. Randall looked over to Brooklyn asleep in his stone skin, wishing for the nighttime to come faster. But in the meantime, he decided it would be best to rest for a while, curling up next to the statue.
Mary turned around. "What becomes of my little Tom? Randall?" Her eyes widened when seeing their new odd friend now curled up in sleep, obviously exhausted from their ordeal earlier. She shook her head, seeing a blanket and putting it over him. She supposed Randall wasn't too bad and looking at the familiar beaked male from that night, a flush appeared on her face remembering when she threw a rock at him.
….
Eventually, the sun finally fell, and Randall felt Finella shake him awake, as well as hearing the stone skin crackling next to him. "Uh, I'm awake," Randall slurred, rubbing his eyes. But upon looking around, he saw he wasn't in the present still.
No dream… Randall thought sadly, frowning a little, until Brooklyn let loose an awakening roar, stretching. Mary looked over to the red gargoyle after he stretched out.
"Suppose we're still in 997 then," Brooklyn complimented as a good morning to Randall who nodded in a slightly saddened way, as Mary spoke up to him. "I know you from Wyvern, for Randall here has been telling us your story."
That made Brooklyn stare in disbelief and amazement. "So, you're Tom's mom?" He asked, looking back and forth between her and Randall. Mary nodded.
"And my name is Lady Finella," Finella greeted, making Brooklyn and Randall grin at the idea of having new friends. "Well, you know me and Brooklyn by names now," Randall said with a chuckle, as they shook hands with the women.
Brooklyn spoke up again. "What year is this?" He asked the two. Finella replied. "The year of our Lord 997," She explained to them, making the lizard monster's fronds fall in disbelief at having gone this far back.
"S…So that means…" Randall stuttered from what Goliath had told him. Brooklyn nodded. "Yeah. Goliath is still in stone sleep as am I."
Mary blinked a few times from that revelation. Randall didn't know the laws of time that much but he hoped that whatever that Phoenix sent them here for it was for something good.
Then Randall had a thought. "Brooklyn, have you tried using the Gate to get us back?" He asked. Brooklyn nodded but his eyes were troubled. "For some reason, the Gate won't let us go home yet. I'm not so sure why, which is the reason we need to get to Wyvern to plan our next move."
Finella looked at them in sympathy. "But wasn't this your century?" She asked. Brooklyn thought about it before nodding again.
"I suppose it is but this isn't Randall's time, which is why I'm guessing the Gate sent us here to protect the Grimorum first before it sends us home," He then said. Randall then realized they must've been 'chosen' to protect certain moments in time though not to interfere in them completely.
Soon Mary noticed a castle on the horizon and she turned to the unlikely pair. "Well, we're at Wyvern now," She informed.
Randall gazed over at said castle, amazed that he himself had been given this honor to be able to see the now abandoned place where his best friend grew up in, his eyes growing big. The castle was larger than he thought despite some of the destroyed parts of it.
Finella halted her horse as he and Brooklyn both got out of the cart, both eager to rest up in there to find out what to do about the Grimorum. Randall saw Brooklyn halt for a moment, his ears having fallen, staring in fear at the sight of his old home.
Randall took his hand. "C'mon, it's just an empty castle." He encouraged, making Brooklyn gulp. "I-I guess, though my still frozen in stone self is up there."
After some more encouragement the duo managed to make it inside, exploring some areas of the place alongside Finella and Mary. They reached the courtyard first where most of the damage was. Randall's eyes popped at the sight of some of the destroyed gargoyles there. It was the most disturbing thing he had seen thus far, noting his best friend's depressed gaze.
"So… this… was where it happened?" Randall asked quietly, kneeling there on the dirt while Brooklyn nodded, gripping the hilt of his sword tight in his hand, his eyes squeezed shut.
The purple lizard monster could understand what Brooklyn must be feeling, taking his friend's hand gently, fronds lowered while Brooklyn began to speak. "Since I… I was stuck in the rookery, it was impossible for me to get out and help defend my family. I lost my moms… my dads…" He croaked, tears flooding down now, sniffling.
Randall swallowed a lump in his throat, wondering now if his parents still thought about him, and if he would ever come home to visit, unsure what to say for comfort while Finella and Mary watched, hearing the sadness in their new friend's voice.
After wiping his tears Brooklyn began to wander up into the main tower where he and the others were still frozen in stone, Randall following right behind, wanting to see this for himself too. Upon reaching the top of the roof they came across a rather uncomfortable scene. Randall stared in amazement and fear at the sight of the entire clan minus Angela still frozen in their thousand year stone sleep. This was way too trippy.
He even spotted Brooklyn's statue, in which the two ventured close to take a look. Brooklyn put a hand on his own statue's shoulder, looking just as weirded out as Randall was.
"Alright, this is definitely going to be stuck in my nightmares. Too freaky," Randall muttered under his breath, turning to look at the others including Hudson, Bronx, and Goliath up on top. He wondered now where Demona was, and if she had the Grimorum.
Then Mary had a pretty pressing question to ask them both. "B-Brooklyn, Randall, in this future, have you seen my dear son Tom?"
Randall started a bit at the name that Goliath once mentioned who was a friend to the clan right before the massacre. Brooklyn nodded to her. "Yes, Goliath has. Though he kinda married—." It made Randall nudge Brooklyn harshly, shaking his head to tell him not to give away the future. But just mentioning the word married was enough to drive Mary into a tizzy.
"Married?! My little Tom?!" She shrieked, making Randall chuckle. "That was, uh, just a little slip. We need to rest now. C'mon, Brook."
Brooklyn took Randall onto his back as they flew down to the Rookery to find a good place to sleep for the day while Mary stood after them in fear that her own son could possibly one day be married.
The friends entered the rookery when Brooklyn pushes open the door, feeling a tingle in his body at the idea of being back here at all. Looking inside, he saw that the eggs in the rookery were now gone, probably from Princess Katherine having saved them from perishing.
Randall gazed around the rookery where his best friend hatched, amazed that he was even able to set foot in here, hearing the dripping from the stalactites.
"Maybe we probably have to avoid giving away the future to the ladies out there." Randall had suggested while giving Brooklyn a look, the red gargoyle swallowing at his near mistake.
"You should probably get some sleep now, Rand. Tomorrow's gonna be a big day if we want to find… Demona and help her defeat Constantine," Brooklyn stated, looking rather tired himself since dawn was approaching. Finella and Mary would sleep near their cart which they placed by the rookery so their friends would be protected.
The lizard wholeheartedly agreed on that, climbing into where the eggs would lay, turning around before soon curling up on the floor, still finding it too weird at being trapped here in the tenth century, wondering what other surprises the Phoenix would have in store for them, falling asleep. As he did, he dreamt of Delilah, who had been his only chance at love only to have lost her, a tear falling down his cheek at the thought.
Brooklyn took his pose as the sun rose, turning to stone, the sun rising up into the sky.