The Coven Saga, Part III: The Fury

      by Krystiana Slinky {Krystiana@geocities.com} or
                   {Krystiana@hotmail.com}
                          _________

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
The Coven Saga, Part I: The Awakening
The Coven Saga, Part II: The Struggle

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.---

-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 third story is dedicated to everyone who goes to 
the castle chat. Everyone always gives me ideas and 
support in there, so I have to give them _some_ credit! :) -

* * * * A big, huge, special thanks to Milan, who gave me 
the coven name for Brooklyn! I worship you, Milan! Kiss, 
kiss!   * * * *

And we're off!!!

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"Previously on Gargoyles..."

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The Coven Saga, Part III: The Fury

     Elisa yawned and tried to keep from falling asleep. 
Captain Chavez had put a deadline on the reports, and Elisa 
was way behind schedule. Elisa couldn't believe how many 
there were on Christmas Eve.

     It had been two nights since the mysterious Leader had 
shown up, and both Brooklyn and Demona had started acting 
very jumpy. From what she had gathered, all three of them 
had met secretly on numerous occasions. Leader was very 
withdrawn, but he talked to Elisa often. In fact, he talked 
to her more then most of the clan.

     The whole picture thing had been cleared up. It was 
understood that very few high school relationships ever 
truly worked out, so the album was put back where Fox had 
found it, and forgotten. Goliath hadn't mentioned the 
picture since Leader had shown up.

     Elisa had talked to Leader about getting a new name, 
and he seemed to support the idea. She had no idea why.

     "Elisa!" Matt shook her on the shoulders. Elisa jerked her 
head up.

     "I fell asleep, didn't I?" Elisa said in between yawns.

     Matt nodded. "I'll finish the reports. You go get some 
sleep."

     Elisa shook her head. "I'm not about to let you do all the 
work," she said.

     "No, Maza." Elisa turned and spotted Captain Chavez, 
hands on hips. "You're going home and into bed."

     "But, Capt-"

     "Go home! That is an order, Maza." Chavez crossed her 
arms.

     Elisa sighed and stood up, handing the unfinished 
reports to Matt.

"Get some sleep," Matt said.

     Elisa smiled and nodded, and then walked out.

                            * * *

     Brooklyn cringed at the horrifying sounds of screams 
and yells. Next to him, Demona gasped as the boat snapped 
in half. Brooklyn reached for her hand as Titanic's ass rose 
high into the air. Then, the boat sank.

     Demona put her free hand on Brooklyn's arm as Jack 
Dawson found Rose in the water.

     "Hold onto that promise, and never let go," Leonardo 
DiCaprio insisted.

     "I-I'll never... let...go," Rose stuttered.

     Brooklyn looked down at Demona and put an arm around 
her. They watched the rest of "Titanic" in silence.

     "Come on, my love," Demona said, pulling  Brooklyn 
towards the window. "I need to get out of here."

     Brooklyn nodded and followed Demona to the window. As 
they glided away from the theater, Demona glanced at 
Brooklyn.

     "I saw the Titanic," Demona stated simply, "The night 
before it cast off."

     Brooklyn looked at Demona. "Are you going to be all 
right, Aur?"

     Demona nodded. "It's just... that movie is so strange, 
knowing how it had really happened." Shaking her head, she 
continued. "How fifteen hundred people died."

     Brooklyn gave Demona a sidelong glance. "Is that what 
Titanic really looked like? In the movie, I mean."

     "That movie was like a ghost, echoing all the voice that 
went down with it," Demona said poetically. "The ship 
certainly looked unsinkable."

     "I heard that if they had hit the glacier head on instead 
of side-swiping it, the boat would have stayed up long 
enough for the Carpathia to get there."

     Demona sighed. "It's frightening. I remember all the 
humans, all so excited about the ship, never knowing that 
the ship was cursed."

     "The ship wasn't cursed," Brooklyn said. "The captain 
was being a shithead."

     Demona laughed. Thunder crackled in the distance, 
making their heads turn.

     "We had better head back, Aur," Brooklyn said. "I don't 
want to get caught in the storm."

     "That wouldn't be fun," Demona agreed, turning east. 
Brooklyn followed her motion fluently, grinning at her madly.

     She stared at him. "Can I help you, sir?" she said 
blandly.

     "I don't know," Brooklyn said. "Can you?"

     Demona shook her head, but laughed. "You are odd."

                            * * *

     Leader watched everyone gather in the main hall. A 
large tree with lights and decorations towered over all of 
them. Presents had been placed almost religiously under 
the tree. A human, whom the clan called "Cassie" had joined 
them.

     Elisa glanced at Xanatos, who was, as usual, dressed in 
black. And despite it being two in the morning, he didn't 
look a bit tired. ~Doesn't he ever sleep?~ she wondered 
inwardly. She had caught about an hour of sleep herself.

     It was the first Christmas Eve she wasn't spending 
with her family. She would, of course, see them tomorrow, 
but it still felt strange. Elisa yawned, despite herself.

     Even Demona was there, with presents for everyone, at 
that. Cassie had flew in yesterday, and was joking around 
with the Trio and Angela.

     Cassie handed out her presents first. She gave Broadway 
an apron that said "Don't kiss the cook when I'm cooking!" 
Broadway thought it was hilarious.

     Next she gave Angela a blank diary. Inside she had 
written something: "With three adolecents around, you're 
going to need one of these. Love, Candy." Angela smiled.

     She gave Hudson a sword sharpener. Elisa wanted to 
know where on earth she had found that. Cassie pleaded the 
fifth.

     She gave Goliath a hugh book called "The Book of 
Virtues." It was full of stories and poems, mostly kid's 
stuff, but Goliath loved it just the same.

     Bronx got a chew toy that couldn't be chewed. Elisa 
recieved a baseball hat that said "Yankees Suck!" (Cassie 
hated the Yankees). She gave Xanatos and Fox the old 
version of "Miracle on 34th Street." Lexington got a new 
kind of computer disk that could fit entire programs just 
on that one disk. Brooklyn recieved a baseball penant that 
said "Brooklyn Dodgers." Cassie said that could be taken as 
either an insult or a compliment. Demona didn't get 
anything from her, and Cassie apologized, she hadn't know 
that she existed!

     Elisa gave stuff out next. Goliath recieved "Twisted 
Tales From Shakespeare" by Richard Armour. Brooklyn 
peered over Goliath's shoulder and laughed as Armour 
described the weird sisters in Macbeth as three witches
having a picnic, and the sentence that describes Puck: 
"Puck is a merry sprite with quite a reputation for what he 
considers screamingly funny pranks, like hiding in people's 
drinks to give them an extra kick, or pretending to be a 
chair and upsetting the occupant." Owen flickered 
something of a smile.

     Hudson got a book on the Dark Ages. Angela got a 
sketchpad (she had taken a liking for drawing) and some 
high-quality ebony pencils. Lex was truly amazed by his 
computer wallpaper program. Broadway got an ice cream 
maker.

     Elisa then turned to Xanatos, who upwrapped his gift 
and stared at it.

     "Um... what is it?" he asked.

     Elisa grinned. "A nose flute. Play for us, Xanatos!"

     Xanatos looked so aghast, Fox wasn't sure it was him. 
"Play, David. Be polite," she said, grinning.

     Xanatos sighed and put the flute up against his face, 
letting out a single toot. Elisa pulled out a camera and 
quickly took a picture, laughing softly.

     Brooklyn, however, wasn't taking this as well. He was 
literally rolling on the floor, shaking with laughter.

     When everyone was calmed down, and they had gotten 
Brooklyn back up vertically, Elisa handed Brooklyn and 
Demona a tape labeled "Anti-Flag and Ani DiFranco." 
Demona started laughing as Brooklyn quickly ran to the 
tape player and put the tape in.

"Just the thought of our bed
Makes me crumble like the plaster
where you punched the wall beside my head.
And I tried to draw the line
But it ends up running down the middle of me
Most of the time!

Boys get locked up in some prison
Girls get locked up in some house
It don't matter if it's a warning or a lover
Or a spouse.
Just can't talk to, just can't reason,
You just can't leave, and you just can't please.

And I was locked
into being my mother's daugher.
I was eating bread and water,
Thinking nothing ever changes.
And I was shocked
See the mistakes of each generation
Oh, it's like a radio station
You drive
You just gotta drive
You just gotta drive
Out of range!"

     Brooklyn was laughing again. Both Elisa and Demona 
were lip-syncing the words.

     "Where's Anti-Flag?" Brooklyn demanded.

     "Next," Elisa said, yawning.

     Leader sighed and walked outside.

                            * * *

     Leader watched the storm clouds move in, and the moon 
rise. Witches counted their months by moons, not by days, 
as the humans did. He began thinking. His daughter still 
lived, in a matter of saying.

     "Leader?" He turned and saw Elisa Maza.

     "Elisa, you should be asleep!" he exclaimed in surprise.

     Elisa made a face. "That's what everyone has been 
saying."

     "And it's true," Leader insisted. He extended a hand 
towards her. "Come. I'm sure Xanatos would let you sleep in 
one of his guestrooms."

     Elisa let out a short cry of protest, then let herself be 
led into the castle.

                            * * *

     Leader shut Elisa's door quietly, then pulled out a list 
he had made out earlier tonight.

Salem +
Uli
Ferno
Nocta
Sanga
Shi
Inshanti
Artemis
Kalamar
Mikana
Selio
Aurora +
Brooklyn +

     Putting a plus sign next to Nocta's name, he smiled. 
Already four of the thirteen in the coven had been found, 
and he had only been awake a few nights.

     He folded up the list. He wanted to reunite the coven 
faster. He missed all of coven, and he wanted to see his 
circle together again. He walked into Xanatos's office and 
walked over to his desk. The office was empty, of course, 
or else Leader would not have smashed open the bottom 
left drawer. He pulled out a ring full of keys and smiled, 
holding them up, watching their dull metal glint in the 
light.

                            * * *

     "Aurora, Brooklyn!"

     Demona turned and saw Leader waving at them. "Yes?" 
she asked as Brooklyn turned as well.

     Leader waved his hand over Demona's eyes. Her eyes 
seemed to grow hazy, and she looked sleepy. Brooklyn 
stared at her for a moment, but Leader then did the same to 
him, getting the same reaction.

     "I want you two to bring the clan and Elisa to 
Nightstone Unlimited," he said, handing them each some 
kind of blaster. He began walking to the edge of the castle, 
but then turned back. "Whichever one of you gets Nocta, be 
careful not to harm her."

     Brooklyn and Demona nodded simutaniously, turning to 
go inside the castle.

                            * * *

     Angela looked up as someone knocked on the door. "Come 
in." As Demona walked in, she smiled. "Mother!"

     "Angela, can you come with me?" Demona said, her 
expression serious.

     "Mother, is something wrong?" Angela asked in concern.

     Demona simply pulled out some sort of gun and aimed at 
her daughter.

     "Mother?!" Angela took one step back, staring at her 
Mother in horror.

                            * * *

     Brooklyn walked up to his brothers, unsmiling.

     Lexington looked at his red rookery brother and frowned. 
"Is something wrong, Brook?" he asked.

     Broadway swallowed his last bite of his Mars bar. 
Brooklyn didn't say anything, just stared them. He slowly 
pulled out something from behind him.

     "Brooklyn, have you gone NUTS?!" Broadway growled. He 
absolutely hated guns, and here his own brother was 
pointing one at him...

                            * * *

     "Hello, lass," Hudson said as Demona walked in. Hudson 
muted the television - it was a commercial, anyway. Bronx 
drew his head up and panted.

     Demona shook her head. "You two are coming with me," 
she said, pulling her weapon. Hudson's eyes widened.

     "I thought ye had reformed, lass!" he yelled, reaching for 
his sword. Demona didn't give him a chance to speak any 
farther as she fired.

                            * * *

     "Goliath?" Goliath looked up from his book at his second 
in command.

     "Yes?" he asked.

     "Can you come with me?" Brooklyn asked. Goliath 
noticed he was hiding something behind his back.

     "Can you wait for me to finish this book? I have only a 
few pages-" Goliath was cut off as Brooklyn drew his 
weapon. "Brooklyn, what-"

     "You're coming with me." Brooklyn's voice sounded dull, 
yet hard at the same time. Goliath moved to get out of the 
way. Brooklyn fired.

                            * * *

     Brooklyn walked into the room where Elisa was sleeping 
peacfully. Demona walked up next to him. "Leader said not 
to harm her," Demona whispered in Brooklyn's ear.

     "I don't think that'll be a problem," Brooklyn said, 
picking up the sleeping human. "She is not going to be 
waking up for some time."

     Demona nodded and led the way out of the castle.

                            * * *

     Goliath slowly awoke to the sound of something being 
shut. He opened his eyes and realised it was a chain bring 
clasped around his wrist.

     Brooklyn was the one locking it.

     Goliath growled and tried to break free of his 
restrainst. Brooklyn simply backed away calmly.

     "It's useless, Goliath," he said, shaking his head. "The 
chains are made of a new unbreakable alloy. You can't 
escape."

     Goliath gasped and shook his head to clear it, hoping it 
wasn't really Brooklyn in front of him. But it was.

     A look around the room told him that the rest of the 
clan had been captured as well, even Elisa, who thankfully 
didn't look damaged.

     "Wake them up." A familiar voice came from the 
shadows, but in his haze. Goliath couldn't quite place it.

     Brooklyn nodded towards where the voice had come, 
then walked to the center of the room. He closed his eyes 
and bowed his head. Everyone in the room was suddenly 
wide awake.

     Goliath's eyes got wider, if that was possible. "How did 
you-" he stopped as Demona walked into the room.

     "Are _you_ behind this?" Goliath growled.

     "No, neither of them helped plan this," said Leader as he 
walked out of the shadows. "I cast a spell on them to bring 
you here." He turned and glared at Brooklyn and Demona. 
"Although you _should_ have done it willingly," he snarled. 
They both looked down, ashamed.

     "How long are they going to be like this?" Goliath asked 
worriedly.

     "It is already beginning to wear off," Leader said. 
"They'll be confused for a few minutes, but otherwise fine."

     "Why are you doing this?" Elisa demanded. Leader turned 
and smiled at her.

     "I'm doing this for the good of my daughter's mind," 
Leader said.

     "Daughter?" Goliath asked puzzling.

     "My daughter once didn't trust humans at all. And she 
still doesn't, but she's pretending to so she can be close to 
her daughter and mate."

     Angela gasped. "You mean... Demona is your daughter?"

     Leader smiled. "Indeed."

     Elisa shook her head in disbelief. "Leader..."

     "And another thing," Leader turned back towards Elisa. 
"You can stop calling me Leader. There is no coven to lead 
now."

     Elisa snarled, despite herself. "Then what do we call 
you?"

     Leader smiled. "Salem."

     No one made the connection, but something clicked 
inside Brooklyn's mind. He slowly began to resurface.

     Elisa shook her head. "Okay, _Salem._ How are you 
saving you daughter?"

     "She's being eaten away by her guilt and rage. She'll 
deteriorate if it keeps up."

     "So what do ye plan to do?" Hudson asked, snarling.

     "I'll erase everyone's memories of the past year's 
events invloving Demona. I'll start from scratch."

     A gasp came from Brooklyn. "How could-" He shook his 
head, and tried to cease the pounding in his head. Demona 
was rubbing her temples, eyes closed. Brooklyn leaned 
against the wall, staring at `Salem.'

     "Good to see you awake again," Salem said, smiling. 
"Maybe you can help me erase everone's memories." 
Brooklyn hesitated, but then took a firmer stance.

     "No."

     Salem stared back at him. "What did you say?"

     "You can't do this." Brooklyn stood completely straight 
up now, holding his head high. Demona was still trying to 
focus.

     Salem looked enraged. "You will do as I say."

     "Says who?" Brooklyn snarled. "You? You're not the 
Leader I remember.
You're insane."

     Salem growled and pulled out a slip of paper. "I will 
find the rest of the coven. I've already got four."

     Brooklyn stared at the piece of paper in Salem's hand. 
Suddenly, it caught fire. Salem yelled and dropped the 
paper. It burned up in the air in a flash. Salem stared at the 
floating ashes, then  at Brooklyn.

     "I knew you were a fire whild," Salem gasped. "But I 
never though you could harness the Power so quickly..."

     "Well, I did," Brooklyn said, still glaring at him.

     Salem snarled again. He looked behind Brooklyn at 
Demona. "Very well, Brooklyn," he began. "If you will not 
obey me, then perhaps my granddaughter would be more 
suitable." He turned to Angela, grinning.

     "NO!!!" Demona leapt up and knocked into Salem. Salem 
growled and punched her squarely in the jaw.

     "You betray me as well, daughter?!" he roared. Goliath 
struggled with his chains, but as Brooklyn said, it was 
useless.

     Salem managed to slam Demona against a wall, but 
Brooklyn jumped onto his back, putting one arm under his 
chin and pulling up.

     "I should have... known..." Salem choked out. "Traitors 
always stick together."

     "We're not the traitors!" Demona yelled.

     "I'm trying to keep the coven alive!" Salem yelled, trying 
to get Brooklyn off his back.

     "Let the dead rest in peace!" Brooklyn tripped Salem 
with his tail and they both went crashing to the ground 
near Elisa. Demona leapt over to Elisa and freed her of her 
chains.

     Salem reared up and knocked Brooklyn against the wall. 
The wall cracked, and shudder went through the building. 
Demona quickly handed Elisa the keys. "Free the others, 
then get out," she ordered. Then she leapt up and began 
slashing at Salem furiously. Elisa crawled over to Goliath 
and unlocked his chains.

     Salem was enraged. His own flesh and blood, attacking 
him! He kicked Aurora away with a loud snarl.

     "We're not going to let you toy with our memories," 
Demona snarled.

     Salem laughed. "The spell has already been cast. The 
East has sworn that. Just after dawn, all memories will be 
gone."

     A wave of fury rushed over Brooklyn and Demona. They 
both leapt at him. Brooklyn yanked his hair and pulled his 
arm back, pinning it behind him. Demona grabbed his other 
arm and let loose one swift kick to the weak spot behind 
the knee. Salem let out a cry and all three of them 
collapsed in a great heap on the ground.

     Elisa had unlocked everyone by now, and although she 
told them  to go outside, they stayed. The very building was 
crumbling around them.

     Demona looked up at Elisa. "Please, sister! Leave!"

     Elisa stilled, despite the rumbling. ~Sister?~ she 
thought in a haze.

     A blast of rock crashed next to her, bringing her back to 
her senses. She looked around to Brooklyn, Demona, and 
Salem struggling on the ground. Without a second though, 
she pulled her gun and fired.

     It was up in the air, of course, but it got everyone's 
attention.

     Brooklyn used Salem's distraction to his advantage. 
Using all his strength, he slammed  Salem's head into the 
ground. Salem groaned and fell unconsious.

     Demona leapt up and grabbed Brooklyn's arm, and 
started pulling him outside. "Move!" she shouted to the 
others. "Get out of here!"

     Brooklyn got his own footing and they both began 
running. Goliath was ushering everyone outside. He gasped 
as a slab of rock suddenly fell on Demona's leg. He heard a 
snap over the rumbling.

     Brooklyn stopped and pushed the rock off, picking her 
up. From what he could see, her ankle was definately 
broken.

     "Brooklyn!" Goliath shouted. Brooklyn looked up and ran 
to the outside, to safety.

     Not a moment too soon, either. The roof caved in with a 
crash, making a great cloud of dust waft up into the air.

     And then, it was gone.

     Not just the building. The rubble. The building wasn't 
even real.

     "Is ... is he gone?" Angela asked no one in particular, 
referring to Salem.

     "I dannae think so, lass," Hudson said. "Me brother was 
always a crafty one." He didn't say with pride, but neither 
with disgust. more with a sorrow, at what Salem had 
become.

     Demona moaned as Brooklyn sat her down. Elisa walked 
over to the couple and began studying Demona's ankle. She 
brushed her finger along the side of the swelling. Demona 
growled in pain.

     "Broken," Elisa stated.

     "I could tell you that," Demona snarled through clenched 
teeth.

     "What about that memory thing?" Lex asked. "Is it for 
real?" Brooklyn nodded solenmly.

     Demona looked at Elisa and shook her head. "I don't think you got caught in the spell."

     Elisa did a double-take. "What? Why?"

     "I don't know why, but you aren't going to lose your 
memory," Demona said in a sure voice. "There isn't the..."

     "Aura," Brooklyn said helpfully.

     "-aura around you that is around us and the others," 
Demona said. "I don't know why he did that, though."

     "Maybe he forgot?" Brooklyn said, a joke falling flat.

     Demona stood up, leaning against Brooklyn. "I need to 
get out of here," she said.

     "Why?!" Brooklyn asked her.

     "If we're going to lose our memories, then I'll start 
hating humans again." She paused. "And the clan."

     "But-"

     "I don't want to endanger you," Demona said, shushing 
him.

     Brooklyn took a look of understanding. "And that means 
I'll start hating you again." Demona nodded, trying to hold 
back tears.

     She suddenly turned towards Elisa. "You have to promise 
me something." It wasn't a question, it was a command. 
"Will you promise to try and restore out memories? Make 
us remember?"

     Elisa inhaled noisly. "I swear I'll try."

     "You have to do more than try!" Demona said desperately.

     Elisa smiled weakly. "I'll make you remember, I swear."

     Demona nodded to her gratefully, than turned back to 
Brooklyn. The others knew they had to leave them alone. Brooklyn watched them leave over Demona's shoulder.

     Demona lost the fight with her tears. "I don't want to forget you," she said, kissing him.

     "And you think I want to forget?" Brooklyn growled. "You 
taught me people can change."

     Demona gave a wracking sob. "You taught me how to love 
again. How to... to trust..."

     Brooklyn drew her into an embrace, wrapping his wings 
tightly around her. "My Aurora..." he whispered, closing his 
eyes.

     "Dark Fire," Aurora whispered back.

     "What?" Brooklyn tilted back slightly and looked at her.

     "Dark Fire. It should be your coven name." Demona kissed 
him again.

     "Dark Fire..." Brooklyn tasted the words. " I like it."

     "Good," Demona said. They hugged again, and this time 
they stayed that way for several minutes.

     Brooklyn finally pulled away, still supporting Demona. 
"I'll miss you, Aurora."

     Demona shook her head. "No you won't. You won't 
remember to miss me."

     Brooklyn kissed her on the neck, and then the lips. "I 
don't care. I'll miss you just the same."

     Demona smiled at him, and then limped to the edge of
the building. "Goodbye, my Dark Fire," she said. She glided 
away on a breeze.

     Brooklyn watched her diminishing form until the last. 
"Goodbye, my Aurora," he whispered to the stars.

                            * * *

     Demona landed at Nightstone Unlimited softly, ignoring 
the pain shooting up her leg. It would heal at sunrise when 
she changed.

     Her tears were falling unrestrained. How could Salem do 
this to her? She loved her Dark Fire...

     Why had she chosen Dark Fire? She loved the fire that 
burned inside him, and since he controlled the fire...

     But what was the point? Since she was going to forget, 
why had she bothered?

     Demona shook her head. That very though proved it. It 
was starting. She was starting to forget. She moaned and 
looked towards the lightening sky. Sinking to her knees, 
she thought, ~Maybe if I think of nothing by Brooklyn, I 
won't forget.~

     She concentrated. Brooklyn would not leave her mind. 
Brooklyn was in her mind, her heart, her blood, her soul... 
her fire... fire... fire.....

     Fire whild... Salem Witch Trials... Dark Fire... Dark Fire...

     What the hell was Dark Fire?

     Demona shook her head. Brooklyn would not leave her 
mind. Their daughter would exist. Krystiana...

     Who?

     A face, and a name, but there was no connection...

     No matter. Brooklyn would not leave her mind. Brooklyn, 
her soul mate. True love. Brooklyn.

     Brooklyn would not leave her mind.

     The sun rose, and her transmogification took place.

     Brooklyn would not leave her mind.

     He wouldn't, because she wouldn't let it happen.

     Let it happen?

     Let it...

     Let WHAT happen?

     And who wouldn't leave her mind? Brooklyn?

     Why on EARTH was she thinking of Goliath's puny 
second-in-command?

     She looked down at herself. For some strange reason, 
she was wearing a necklace she had never seen before. It 
was the sign of the Early Hatchers, but how did she get it?

     And were those tears running down her human face? 
TEARS?! She had been crying?

     Dominique shook her head. Oh, well.

                            * * *

     Brooklyn looked at the sky. Just a few more moments 
until sunrise. A few more moments until he forgot her. His 
sweet Aurora.

     He was clutching his necklace. He didn't want to forget. 
He didn't want to go back to being alone.

     The sun rose. Seven statues sat atop Castle Wyvern.

     One had a peculiar wetness on it's face. It wasn't 
raining, was it? The drop of wet ran down and slid off.

     The tear fell at it's feet, glinting in the sunlight, and 
never to dry.

____________________________________

Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And in parting from you now,
Thus, much let me avow -
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day
In a vision, or in none
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seen
Is but a dream within a dream?

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand -
How few; yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from a pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

-Edgar Allan Poe
 -1849-


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            The Conclusion of Coven, Part III

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COMING SOON!!!!!

[not yet titled, help me here...] Brooklyn goes human! Going 
to a human high school [mainly mine], Brooklyn finds out 
some intresting things about humans...

Despite the "Fin" there will be one more part to the Coven 
Saga: The Coven Saga, Part IV: Dark Reunion

[once again named after Lisa Jane Smith's brilliant series]

But, of course, we will have to wait for a bit before the 
end.

Did anybody cry??? Probably not, I'm not a very touching 
writer. That's the next element in my short story writing 
class. Maybe this spring I'll come out with some really sad 
story. I do have an idea, but I need to think it through just a 
bit more...