The Lost Gargoyle
A fan fiction written by Rob Houck.
(aka:  Jethro, proud member of Clan Emanon.)

Disclaimer:  Any characters you may recognize from our 
beloved television show are all property of Disney and 
Buena Vista.  Any you don't recognize I hope you will grow 
fond of and take into your hearts as they are my creations.
Also, I'd like to add that places noted in this story, such as 
Magikal Childe and St. Francis of Assisi are actual places in 
NYC.  I make no money from writing this, so there
shouldn't be a problem.  If anyone from these places comes 
across this tale, I'd like to say that I've purchased
gargoyles at Magikal Childe, and pray at St. Francis' as 
often as possible.  I recommend that anyone in the 
Manhattan area to stop by these places.  They are soo the 
coolest!

        I'd like to thank my always dear friend, Sailor 
Alderaan for her love and support and for being there for me 
when I myself was lost.  As well as my thanks to 
my Rookery Sister Cassy for being there for me when I 
needed her.

        If you have any questions, comments, or tasty cookie 
recipes, you may send them via e-mail to:  
Frosty37@aol.com.  (After all, "There's nothin' like lovin' 
when there's somethin' in the oven.")

* * * * *

For those in the air, for those on the ground,
For all the lost souls who have yet to be found.

* * * * *

On downtown 19th Street, the Manhattan Isle,
There lies a small shop name of Magikal Childe,
And within the basement of this witchcraft store,
There kneels a stone gargoyle upon the cold floor.
Now inside this basement the shelves are all lined,
With jars, antique trinkets, and dusts of all kind.
 The gargoyle sat among all these knickknacks,
Until his stone skin started forming large cracks.
The Garg' began waking for the sun had gone down,
As parts of his stone shell then fell to the ground.
He burst from the stone that surrounded his form,
While growling quite deep like a calm thunder storm.
He stretched out his body and spread out his wings,
Then paused as he tried to recall his surroundings.
His dirty blond hair went a scosh past his ears,
And his red plaid loin cloth somewhat aged over years.
Confused where he was, a light brown, 6 foot 4",
He tried to remember where he'd been before.
He squinted his eyes 'round the dark, dusty cell,
For as young as he was, his sight was not well.
He poked his face closely around the old shelves,
And found Fischer-Price toys... which he thought were elves.
He spotted one plainly, its body wood and green,
It's head light and peachy, from what he had seen.
The Gargoyle thought with his hand to his face,
I hope this elf can help me out of this place.
"Hello little Elf," he said, "do not fear me,
But, could you use your magic to help me get free?
I don't like this dungeon, my sight's bad enough,
To see you in darkness is getting quite rough."
At that very moment, a boy passed the store,
And heard a voice come from the mesh metal door.
The lad heard the Garg' say, "Can you help me out?"
And thought he was speaking to him with no doubt.
The boy replied, "Sure, I will help you get free."
The Garg' thought "the Elf" spoke and giggled with glee.
"Oh thank you, dear elf!", the garg' said to the toy,
As the lock on the door was picked through by the boy.
"Once you get me out, I'll repay you right back,
I'll make you a sandwich or some sort of snack."
The door was flung open, the boy said, "You're free!"
He looked down and white glowing eyes he did see.
The Gargoyle climbed out with his "friend" from the shelf,
The boy ran like hell while he soiled himself.
The Gargoyle asked, "Who was that, my Elf friend?"
And the so-called "Elf's voice" came to an abrupt end.
"Oh my," the Garg' said as he looked all around,
At all the strange structures, hearing all these new sounds.
"Where am I?," the Gargoyle said to himself,
Then realized he got no response from, "the Elf."
"What's wrong my new friend?  Are you feeling quite well?
Are you sad I have taken you from where you dwell?"
The Gargoyle gave that last question long thought,
Then his face gave expression that screamed out distraught.
"What have I done?!  All the blame is on me!
You drained all your magic to help set me free!
And now you can't talk, you can't walk, you're just wood!
A sandwich won't help you, (*stomach grumbles*) although me it could."
The winged creature thought hard for some sort of clue,
And realized the only right thing he could do.
"I'll find you new magic that is good and pure,
By 'The Gargoyle Way' I will find you a cure!"
So he held his friend bravely, his brow and lip curled,
And went off exploring this strange and new world.

-----
Although the nearsighted gargoyle's sight did flaw,
He was quite amazed at the things that he saw.
A Square filled with magic and covered with lights,
A city that doesn't sleep, even at night.
Buildings lit up made of glass, steel, and stone,
A place where no one could be truly alone.
He thought while he glided and tried to recall,
How he had even arrived here at all.
But the thought went away as he suddenly spied,
A garg' on a roof, with his two bad blue eyes.
"Whoopee!," he screamed out, "This is indeed a treat,
Another Gargoyle I will finally meet."
But as he stepped to the ledge, terror he saw,
That made his heart sink and made him drop his jaw.
Nothing prepared him for what he did see,
It was just a gargoyles head, no body.
The brown Gargoyle's happiness, anger replaced,
He shouted as his talons ran down its face:
"Who are the rulers of this time and nation,
who revel in gargoyle decapitation!?
And take their stone heads and mount them to the walls!?"
And as he screamed out, he felt angry tears fall.
He then placed his brow to the gargoyles head,
And prayed that its soul was well, even if dead.
His heart was now heavy, his wings were now sore,
So he scaled the building down to the cement floor.

-----
As he walked the streets back to where he'd come from,
He began to feel lonely and just a scosh dumb.
Frustration set in 'cause he just didn't know,
What happened to him last, a long time ago.
He shouted, "I'm here, and I do not know how,
I wish someone would come and tell me right now!!"
Suddenly, as if an answer to his prayer,
Two yuppies came running from out of nowhere.
They plowed right into him, knocked him to the ground,
Left no answer with him, just their screaming sounds.
He watched them run off, he said nothing but, "Ouch."
Then took his Elf friend from his brown leather pouch.
He sat there and stared at his round peachy head,
Then sighed a sad breath as he finally said,
"You need a name, since you're my only friend,
And I will protect you to the very end.
But what name would suit you?  I do say myself,
I can't very well just keep calling you 'Elf'."
He thought as he ran his hand 'cross the cement,
Then, feeling it, he felt a few small indents.
He looked down and saw a few letters carved there,
Then squinted close to them, and parted his hair.
Sounding the letters out very slowly,
He finally read that the word said, "Frankie."
"Frankie," he then said out loud to himself,
Then turned to his friend and said "Frankie, the Elf.
I like it!  It suits you!  Your name it will be!,
I wonder if I should find a name for me."
His words were broke by an explosion close by.
With Frankie in hand, he then took to the sky.

-----
He saw a small blaze with a soft fiery glow,
As he glided the wind, with the streets down below.
He landed close by it upon the concrete,
And stared at the fiery machine in the street.
Unsure of what the inferno might be,
Twisted metal and wheels was all that he could see.
And that's when it happened, he watched the fire burn,
And slowly his memory began to return.
The flames caught his eyes in its mesmerizing glow,
As his past unfurled from a millennium ago:
-----
And now, a flashback!  The year, 994.
The land known as Scotland, a cliff on the shore.
Protected by Gargoyles, their loyalty pledged,
To a castle named Wyvern upon the cliff's edge.
Humans and Gargoyles live here side by side,
But not all was pleasant, as much as they tried.
Between the two races, hate and prejudice roamed,
But the two worked together to protect their home.
That particular night, one such battle did churn;
They fought off the Vikings who swore to return.
So the leader of the Gargoyles, Goliath, his name,
Promised his love he would come back the same.
For he and his Mentor would go and attack,
The Vikings before they would think to come back.
But his love did not like this idea at all,
She wanted all the garg's to join in the brawl.
For she despised humans and thought up a way,
To keep all the gargoyles out for the day.
For when the dawn came the Vikings would too,
With nothing the humans or gargoyles could do.
The garg's would return, their hunting trip failed,
The humans all gone, and the Vikings prevailed.
The castle'd be theirs with no humans to mind,
Who Goliath's love felt was always most unkind.
So, a deal with the Captain, Goliath's love made,
In which he would leave all the humans betrayed.
He'd protect the gargoyles sleeping in stone,
While he let the Vikings come ransack their home.

-----
Meanwhile, in the courtyard of Wyvern's front side,
Is where refugees lacking shelter preside.
And also there were three young Gargoyle brothers,
Laughing and playing, unlike all the others.
The red and green Gargoyles played with the Garg' beast,
While their plump Light blue brother was having his feast.
And next to this Garg' who ate all he was able,
A tall light brown Gargoyle was tending a stable.
He hummed while he worked, a happy lil' song,
In hopes that the horses just might hum along.
And why did he hum while he cleaned up horse terds?
He'd simply reply, "'Cause I don't know the words."
'Round the stable he squinted to find the horse feed,
While something quite good happened outside, indeed.
A young refugee watched the Gargoyles playing,
So he walked up to them, and started by saying,
"My name is Tom," he said, "what names are yours?"
As the brown Gargoyle watched from the old stable doors.
The green Garg' replied, "We do not have names,"
"Except for Goliath, we've none that we claim."
The boy was confused, for he could not just call,
These two winged people simply nothing at all.
But then the red Garg' put confusion to end,
When he said to Tom, "You can just call us friends."
The three of them smiled, as did the brown one,
Who had left the doors' window to get his work done.
But as Tom and the Gargoyles tried to make friends,
The boy's mother found this act much to offend.
She swore at the Gargoyles with all of her might,
Then the two Gargoyles scared all the humans in spite.
Commotion arose, then the blue Garg' exclaimed,
"Attacked are we being by Vikings again!?"
>From inside the stable, the horses got scared,
For attacks and battles, they were not prepared.
The horses were startled for they did not know,
What really went on.  The brown Gargoyle said, "Uh-Oh."
He then, without warning, was thrown to the wall,
By a horse who had violently kicked through its stall.
The force from the Gargoyle's impact did make,
A shelf up above him to buckle and break.
The large bags of feed of which he had looked for,
Then fell from the shelf and pinned him to the floor.
The bags weighed a ton, they knocked him on the brain,
Rendered unconscious, while buried in grain.

-----
The following night when the Gargoyle woke,
He burst from the feed and his stone skin that broke.
He walked out the stable, and looked all around,
And nary a human or gargoyle were found.
"Where are the humans?  Where are my clan?"
He asked as his color turned white from dark tan.
The silence was eerie, death hung in the air,
Fire and weapons had laid everywhere.
He squinted in panic, too frightened to scream,
Then said, "Do not worry.  It's only a dream."
The comforting words to himself that he spoke,
Did not calm him down from the sweat that he broke.
The bright glowing flames were infixed in his eyes,
As he tripped on some rubble in clumsy surprise.
He righted himself and then slowly bent down,
To see what he'd stumbled upon on the ground.
As he brought the object close up to his face,
A look of pure terror in his eyes were placed.
For what he tripped over was gruesome and grim;
A clan member's stone face just stared back at him.
He dropped to his knees as his legs gave way now,
As he ran his thumbs 'cross the dead face's brow.
The brown Gargoyle asked it as his heart fell too,
"Rookery Sister...  What's happened to you?"
He placed her down gently, as he thought it seemed,
That he could hear her spirit cry out and scream.

His heart fell to pieces, his sight in a haze,
As tears ran reflecting the soft fiery blaze.
The horror and sadness had come back to him.
The Gargoyle screamed out and cried for his kin.
-----
In uptown Manhattan, many blocks apart,
At the Metropolitan Museum of Art,
There stood a tall woman with skin of light green,
Before a tall mirror, while watching this scene.
She studied the garg' in the mirrors' display,
Her name was Titania, ex-Queen of the Fay.
For since her divorce from the Lord Oberon,
Herself and all Fay were kicked from Avalon.
Floating beside her, also watching him,
The trickster named Puck wore a mischievous grin.
He thought to himself, "Ooo!  Another garg' found?!
I doubt Mister X knows that this one's around."
Titania then spoke, "We must help this gargoyle,
To make sure he lives through his trouble and toil.
For I've lived among all the mortals for years,
I feel sympathy for the gargoyle's tears.
You must go to him and help pave him a way,
To seek out his clan that survived that sad day."
Puck replied, "Yes, my Queen, this shall be fun!...

And thus, we now come to the end of Act I."