The Coven Saga, Part I: The Awakening
        by Krystiana Slinky {krystiana@geocities.com}
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Are you actually reading this, or are you just going to skip
it like most people do? Well, if you are, then I guess you
are patient and like reading nonsense.
Anyway, Gargoyles belong to Disney/Buena Vista, all right?
They aren't mine, but I am sure you know that since you are
reading this, and likes Gargoyles. This story, however, is
mine. You can't steal my idea. It's all mine!!!!!!!!!!!!
Calm down, Krys...
Okay, now, if you are going to read this, you must read
these other stories first:

Music Says It All
To Live Again, Part I
To Live Again, Part II
Echoes of the Future
Companionship
The Gate (co-authored by Kristafori)
Soul Mates, Part I
Soul Mates, Part II

I've also created something called "The Altered Universe,"
(named by a friend of mine), in which Brooklyn ended up
joining with Demona when she tricked him, and we see what
the world would be like if Brooklyn was a bad guy.

---How I Pronounce Stuff: If you're wondering, Brooklyn has
started calling Demona Aurora. He sometimes calls her "Aur,"
which I pronounce "ore" like a boat ore. Nocta is pronounced
Nook-tah. 'Ferno is fair-no. Nocta and 'Ferno will appear in
the next one.---

-The names of these three parts are named after my favorite
young adult books, a trilogy named "The Vampire Diaries,"
written by Lisa Jane Smith. I think she deserves credit for
the title. If she should ever happen to read this, I salute
you!-

-   This first story happens to be dedicated to Lisa Jane
Smith. Gee, I wonder why? :)-

And we're off!!!

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"Previously on Gargoyles..."

{Music Says it All}
Demona: I love you, Brooklyn.

Brooklyn: Do you remember the coven?
[young Brooklyn getting initiated]
[Leader talking to young Brooklyn]
Demona: Yes.
Brooklyn: I miss them.

{The Gate}
Oberon: Interesting story, Aurora.
Demona: Only the coven called me that!
Oberon: I paid close attention to your particular coven.

Demona: I have to learn to forgive myself.

{Soul Mates, Part II}
Brooklyn: You are my Aurora.
[Brooklyn and Demona hugging]

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                       The Coven Saga
                    Part I: The Awakening
                              
     ~Tonight is the night it happens.~
     Brooklyn looked down at the cold streets below. Winter
always made him feel homesick - for Scotland. He glanced
over at the rest of the clan. They didn't look as sorrowful
as he did. In fact, they looked mostly happy. Angela was
frowning at the snowflakes falling, Broadway and Lexington
were throwing snowballs at each other. Hudson and Goliath
were discussing their plans for the night.
     ~Why are you sad tonight, Brooklyn?~ He thought to
himself. ~It's the longest night of the year, and here you
are moping.~
     Brooklyn heaved a sigh and dived over the edge of the
building. He glanced back and saw Goliath looking at him,
frowning, but did not follow. Ever since what happened with
the Ban-shee, Goliath had given Brooklyn some space to
think.
     Brooklyn knew exactly where he was going.

                            * * *

     "Goliath?"
     Goliath turned to Angela, who was also looking at
Brooklyn.
     "Yes, Angela?"
     "I have the strangest feeling that something is going
to happen tonight."
     "What do you mean?" Goliath asked.
     "I don't know. I just feel like something...big is
going to happen tonight." Angela stopped. "Like something is
going to happen to Brooklyn."
     Broadway and Lexington were looking at them, seeing the
exchange. Goliath sighed.
     "Very well, Angela. Follow him. Broadway, Lexington, go
with her." They nodded and glided off after Brooklyn.

                            * * *

     Oberon watched in Titania's mirror. Despite it being
broken by Aurora, it was magic, and could be restored.
     The red gargoyle had named himself Brooklyn, and had
also come up with the idea of naming themselves. He decided
that in honor of not only his coven but the entire shattered
clan. When he found that Aurora was alive as well, he was so
amazed that it could barely be contained. He had to stop
himself from shouting out her coven name and revealing their
secret. One of the coven had survived besides him.
     Oberon had also paid attention to the other surviving
member, Aurora. He remembered the Weird Sisters ever-lasting
spell that linked her to Macbeth, but decided it was for the
best.
     The dark blue gargoyle had told him to protect the
coven. All the surviving members, which was one reason that
he had let go of the Brooklyn when he captured him with his
cape. He did not usually follow the instructions of mortals,
but this mortal could defeat him in a moment of rage. Oberon
also
had a grudging respect for witches.
     Oberon turned to the mirror again with a thoughtful
look on his face. The one called Brooklyn was gliding, not
watching where he was going. He narrowly missed a
skyscraper, dodging to the left just in time.
     He was being followed. Aurora's daughter and her two
friends. Goliath's clan. Obviously at the lavender female's
suggestion, they had decided to watch him tonight. They sped
up to catch up with Brooklyn, and glided off the 'screen' of
the mirror. Although Oberon could direct the mirror's eyes
toward them he chose not to. The night was too important.
     It was the night of rebirth.

                            * * *

     Fox was looking around the castle, exploring it. She
never really had a chance to explore it all the time she had
been there. She wanted to find all the passages, know it
from head to foot.
     She felt a cold draft coming from behind a tapestry.
She lifted up the bottom and smiled.
     There was a passage in it. She slipped underneath the
tapestry and inched along the dark alley.
     She almost tripped over a bunch of boxes. They were
definitely modern, Fox could see that. She pushed one of
them into a thin stream of light.
     "Photos," Fox read. She tore off the duct tape and
opened the box. She reached inside and brought out a heavy
photo album.
     She opened to the first page, sitting back in the dusty
ally-way. They were pictures from David's high school,
obviously. She smiled as she looked at David's younger self,
joking, playing around. She turned the page and gasped.
     It was David, a prom picture. She would have passed it
on, but the women next to him looked oddly familiar...
     Fox growled a growl that could have beaten any
gargoyles' and snapped the book shut. She tucked it under
her arm and ran out of the passage.

                            * * *

     "DAVID!!!!"
     Fox's yell could have rivaled Goliath's roar. It echoed
across the castle, reaching Elisa, who was just getting off
the elevator. She cringed and ran towards her.
     She saw Fox walking around, looking thoroughly pissed.
She had a photo album tucked under her arm, looking like she
was ready to kill the first thing she saw.
     Which happened to be Goliath, who had also come to see
what was going on. She saw Goliath and heaved the book at
his head with a yell.
     Goliath's eyes widened and he ducked as the book sailed
over his head.
     "Fox?" Elisa asked, puzzled. Fox turned to her and
leapt at her. She landed one sold punch to the side of
Elisa's jaw. It hurt, but for some reason Fox was
preoccupied, and the jab was off focus. Fox was ready to
kill Elisa, and Goliath didn't want to let it happen. He
picked Fox off of Elisa and sat her down away from Elisa.
Fox looked at the album and then glared at Elisa.
     "Slut," Fox said, her voice dripping with venom. "You
damn slut." Elisa's eyes widened and then picked up the
album. She seemed to know exactly where to turn to and then
she glared at Xanatos, who had just walked in to see what
his wife was yelling about.
     Goliath looked at Elisa in confusion. "What does she
mean?"
     Elisa's glare turned into one of guilt as she turned to
Goliath. She slammed the album shut and hid it behind her
back. "Nothing, Goliath, I-I..."  Fox was still glaring at
Elisa. Hudson walked in with Bronx.
     "What's all the commotion?" he said.
     Fox stood up and walked over to Elisa. She grabbed the
album from her and rose it over her head and was about to
hit her over the head. Elisa gasped and reeled back a few
steps. Xanatos grabbed his wife around the wrist. "Don't
touch me!" Fox yelled, pulling her wrist away from Xanatos.
She pushed him away and ran out of the room. The photo album
fell to the ground at Goliath's feet.
     Elisa was looking at Goliath with tears in her eyes.
She shook her head, turning. "I'm sorry," she whispered,
running out of the room.
     "Lass!" Hudson yelled, running after her.
     Goliath bent down and picked up the album. He turned to
the page Elisa had been on. He gasped, in shock and horror.
He shook his head, disbelieving.
     On the page, was Elisa and Xanatos, arm in arm. It was
a high school prom picture, an expensive looking one. They
both looked so happy...
     Goliath dropped the book to see Xanatos looking at the
ground. He glanced up at Goliath, not wanting to meet his
eyes. Xanatos actually looked slightly guilty.
     "She never told you?"
     "No, she didn't," Goliath said coldly.
     Xanatos sighed and walked stiffly out of the room, more
like Owen than himself.

                            * * *

982 A.D.
Castle Wyvern, Scotland

     Aurora looked at the red gargoyle, who was studying his
Latin. The old books were falling apart, and the young one
had to keep picking up his dropped pages.
     "Aurora?" he asked. "What does 'angelos' mean?"
     "It means 'angel,'" she answered.
     The gargoyle looked down at his book, mouthing the
sentence that he had read. He looked up again. "What does an
angel do?"
     "Well, they watch over people if they are guardian
angels," Aurora said. "They are mostly in human folklore."
     "Which has nothing to do with Latin." Aurora turned and
looked at Leader.
     The young gargoyle frowned at and looked back at his
book. "Must I still study this tonight?" he moaned. "My
brothers will be expecting me soon."
     Leader nodded him to leave. "You are one of the most
progressing I have ever seen," he said. "You are farther
ahead than any of us ever were at your age."
     The red gargoyle smiled his thanks and graditude and
left. Aurora turned to Leader.
     "He is doing well, isn't he?" she said. It wasn't a
question - it was a fact.
     "Aye," Leader agreed. "Due to a wise teacher." He
beamed at her. Aurora blushed.
     Leader's features took a more serious tone. "I think he
will be the next Leader, which is one reason why I have not
named him."
     Aurora turned to Leader in shock. "Are you serious? It
seems to soon to tell."
     "I can see potential in him," Leader stated
confindently.
     He turned and walked to a different place in the cave.
He frowned as another vision came to him.
     ~"Aur, I love you."~
     ~"I love you, too, Brooklyn."~
     Leader's eyes narrowed. He had visions of them together
before, but none this strong. He had seen other visions, a
massacre, the clan destroyed, Aurora and  the young red one
the only survivors from the coven. And the young one
fighting Aurora.
     One more vision, he had only once. of a young female.
She was going to exist nonetheless. She was crimson red,
like the young one, and two long slender horns curving out
from behind a tiara like Aurora's. She wore a strange
armour, and she also had a mark on he leg - a crescent moon.
She was Aurora and the young one's daughter.
     Krystiana.
     "Leader?" Aurora asked. "Are you all right?"
     "I-I'm fine," he said, trying not to sound disturbed.
"We should be getting back to the clan now."
     Aurora nodded and turned away from him, motioning to
leave.
     "Wait." Leader reached out and put a hand on her
shoulder. Aurora looked back, startled, but expectant.
     Leader opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again.
"Nevermind. Go on."
     Aurora turned again, glancing back, puzzling at
Leader's troubled features. She looked down and left.
     Leader turned to the wall, clencing his fist. ~I won't
let this coven die.~

                            * * *

PRESENT DAY

     "Brooklyn!"
     Demona ran up to Brooklyn and hugged him. "You came,"
she whispered.
     "And why wouldn't I?" Brooklyn tilted her head up to
look into her beautiful eyes.
     "I was afraid you would think I abandoned you," she
said, looking guilty, cocking her head to the side. Brooklyn
had a brief flash of Shirley Temple.
     "And why would I think that?"
     "I...I don't know," Demona admitted. "Maybe I'm just a
paranoid gargoyle."
     Brooklyn laughed and hugged her again. If he had seen
himself doing this a year ago, he would have killed himself
then. He couldn't believe how much had changed in such a
short time.
     "We're both paranoid," he laughed. He put an arm around
her shoulder and swing them both around in a circle. "We can
be paranoid together..."
     Demona's face flickered. "You aren't going to break
into a song or anything, are you?"
     "Why not?" Brooklyn grinned. Demona groaned, although
she was smiling as well.
     "Clan jester?" Brooklyn said.
     "Whatever," Demona said, making an impression of a prep
girl, rolling her eyes.
     Brooklyn laughed, and drew her into an embrace,
wrapping his wings around her.
     "Aur, I love you," he whispered in her ear.
     "I love you, too, Brooklyn," she whispered back.
     Brooklyn smiled. "That's good," he said. Demona sighed
in contentment.

                            * * *

     Angela saw the exchange and smiled. Her mother was
finally happy. Brooklyn was finally happy. Happy together.
Hidden in the shadows of the abandoned building, she looked
around elsewhere besides the happy couple.
     It looked like it was once an old church, but most of
the relics had been torn down. You could tell where the
cross had once been because the sunlight had faded the wood
around it, making a ghostly figure of a cross in the wall.
     "Hey, Angela," Broadway whispered. "What are you
looking at?" She pointed, and he nodded. He hugged her as
she rested her head on his chest.
     Lexington looked down at Brooklyn and Demona, then
glanced at Broadway and Angela. His face darkened.
     ~They think that I am just perfectly happy with my
computer,~ he thought bitterly. ~That I don't care about
never being able to have someone.~
     Angela noticed Lexington's expression and frowned.

                            * * *

     Elisa ran to the tower with tears in her eyes. How
could this happen?
     The one secret she had tried to keep her entire life
had just been revealed. She was planning to tell them once,
but after Xanatos mutated her brother she couldn't tell them
at all.
     She shook her head in disbelief. Her entire life was
falling apart because of one picture. One damn picture...

                            * * *

     Xanatos found his wife in the room that they had given
Brooklyn. She was curled up by the window. Xanatos saw in
the reflection of the window that she had been crying. He
started to walk up to her, but stopped and turned around.
     "Why didn't you tell me?" Fox spoke up before her
husband could take a step away.
     "I know I should have," Xanatos admitted truthfully.
"I..."
     "You what?" Fox turned around and glared expectantly.
     Xanatos met his wife's gaze evenly. "I suppose I was
scared to tell you."
     Fox's hard stare melted. "Scared?" Xanatos nodded
ruefully. "David, you're never scared..."
     "I was then," Xanatos stated. "I still am."
     "Why? You don't have any reason to be-"
     "I know that." Xanatos looked up at his wife again. "I
was just stupid."
     Fox shook her head and smiled. "David, you aren't
stupid."
     Xanatos blinked. "Did I really just say that?" Fox
nodded with laughing eyes.
     Xanatos stroked his beard. "Intriging..."

                            * * *

     Brooklyn noticed three forms up in the rafters. He knew
all three of those shapes all too well. He shook his head in
annoyance.
     *We have visitors, Aur,* Brooklyn said mentally to
Demona. She looked up and then looked down quickly.
     *Why are they here?* she thought back.
     *I dunno. They probably followed me.*
     Demona's face suddenly broke into a grin. *Shall we?*
     Brooklyn smiled back at her. *Yup.*

                            * * *

     Lexington sighed and sat down. ~Why did _I_ have to
come along?~ he thought.
     "Lex?" Angela asked quietly. "You okay?"
     Lex nodded, disturbed. He absently thought of Cassie
and smiled for a moment. He looked back down below. "Hey!"
he exclaimed. "Where'd they go?"
     Sure enough, Demona and Brooklyn were gone. Angela
shook her head. "They probably left. Let's go." She turned
around and gasped.
     "Yeah, they probably left." Brooklyn grinned as Angela
nearly ran into him.
     "I don't know where they could have possibly gone!"
Demona added, exaggerating surprise. She looked around the
church, as if she were really looking for someone.
     "It's not nice to spy on people, Angela," Brooklyn said
matter-of-factly. "We always get revenge."
     "Huh?!" Angela gasped. A snowball hit her in the face,
and she sputtered in shock.
     "BROOKLYN!!" she yelled and lunged at him. Brooklyn
grinned and ducked, but caught her before she ran into the
wall. Then he grabbed Demona and they both ran out of there,
laughing with joy.
     Brooklyn picked up Demona and glid away from the
church.
     "Where are we going, my love?" she asked. Brooklyn
shrugged.
     "How about-"
     He was cut off as a snowball whizzed past his ear. He
looked back and spied Angela, Lex, and Broadway.
     "We have company, Aur," he stated. Demona laughed.

                            * * *

     "Lass?"
     Elisa tried to ignore Hudson and his comforting voice,
but it didn't help. She sat on the edge of the tower, on
Goliath's roosting spot.
     Hudson walked up next to her and handed her an ice pack
for her jaw where Fox had hit her earlier. "Why are ye
running?"
     Elisa didn't answer as a tear ran down her cheek. She
only gave a wracking sob and then lurched into Hudson's
arms.
     Hudson was so similar to her own grandfather. They both
were loyal to their friends and kin, both miracle workers,
both the most wise people she had ever known.
     "I wanted to tell you guys," she sniffed. "But after
everything that happened, I couldn't."
     "Why not, lass? 'Tis nothing to be ashamed of."
     "Hudson, he tried to own you. He tricked you guys, and
I used to go out with him." She turned away from Hudson and
placed the ice pack on her chin. "That's not something you
forget."
     Hudson tried not to smile, but not at Elisa's misery.
She and Demona were similar, always trying to forget their
past. Elisa sounded exactly like Demona had a few weeks ago,
insisting she was guilty.
     "Lass, ye don't forget." Hudson crossed his arms.
     "Hudson, if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone,"
Elisa said, looking up to the sky, putting her free hand
behind her neck.
     Hudson sighed. "Aye, lass."

                            * * *

     "Where'd they go?" Angela growled, shaking the snow out
of her hair.
     "I don't know, Angela," Broadway said, sighing. "Can't
you just let it be?"
     Angela gave a sigh of pure exasperation.
     "Besides," Lex added, "We shouldn't have been following
them anyway."
     Angela looked away from both of them. "Fine."

                            * * *

     Brooklyn smiled and turned to Demona.
     "They stopped," he said.
     "Good," said Demona. "I love them and everything, but I
want to spend the longest night of the year with the person
I'm _in_ love with." She walked up to him a smiled
mischieviously.
     Brooklyn grinned back and drew her near. Demona started
kissing him on his beak, Brooklyn kissing her neck. Their
hands intertwined. Demona suddenly gasped.
     Brooklyn grinned amd kissed her again, but she was
still, almost seeming to be in shock.
     "Aur?" Brooklyn asked. "What is it?" Demona pointed
behind him. Brooklyn turned and stilled. A gargoyle was
watching them.
     He was only a few feet away, but neither Brooklyn or
Demona backed up. Brooklyn almost breathed out the word, the
name.
     "Leader..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Coming Soon!!!!!
The Coven Saga, Part II, The Struggle:

Leader tells the secret of the Early Hatchers in full. But
can Brooklyn and Aurora handle the truth?

In Progress of Thought?????
Slayer [crossover with...guess!]
Partial Trust
Guarding Angels
Acts of Impulse

*These are ideas that I have in my mind, not yet down on
paper...uh, disk. Not everything listed may ever be written.
If they are written, the titles may change, and these are
not listed in any certain order.

--If you want to use any of my characters in your stories,
please e-mail me at {krystiana@hotmail.com} or
{krystiana@geocities.com} and tell me. I will always say yes
(guarnteed!), it's just that if you are going to actually
use them, I want to read it! :)