Manhattan General, 1976
Rain poured down hard down on the large hospital windows. Anyone would be glad as Donna, a young woman with long brown locks and amber eyes, was extra glad to be in a warm hospital bed than alone in her small apartment. She glanced over at the small crib-like bin next to her, a newborn baby girl came into the world 5 hours ago. She sighed, as much as she is happy her new daughter came into the world safe and sound, she is upset that her husband won't be able to see her at all.
Her husband, Nicholas or Nick for short, died in a shooting after leaving his job a few weeks before Donna gave birth. Only her newborn, and her son Cody is all she has left of him.
Speaking of Cody, she turned to her 5-year-old son, who was sitting on a chair kicking his legs as he stared at the crib with impatience.
"Cody?" the moment she said her sons' name, Cody obediently came over to his mother and sat next to her on the bed. Donna wrapped her arms around him as he kissed him on the side of his forehead. "What do you think of your new baby sister?"
Cody nodded cheerfully as he looked over at his sister. The baby was sleeping in a pink bundle and a blue and white hat over her head. He looked over to his mother who has unshed tears at the rim of her eyes.
"Mama, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Cody asked squeezing his mother tightly.
"Oh," Donna said getting rid of her tears. "I just miss your daddy Cody that's all."
"I do too," Cody rested his head on his mother's chest. "I wish daddy was here…"
All Donna could do to comfort him was holding his son tightly and placing her hand by the crib.
One Month Later…
It was nighttime down on the outskirts of Manhattan, and a lone dark red Buick van was driving down the winding streets by a cliff. Donna and her kids were heading home from a picnic at a relative's house and everyone had a wonderful time. Donna's relatives loved little Chelsea (she named her baby after her mother), and Cody had fun playing with other kids.
Donna looked up at the rearview mirror and saw both her little boy and baby girl fast asleep in the car. Cody was holding a football his uncle gave him, and Chelsea was sleeping in her chair with a pink outfit on. She smiled, thankful for having two beautiful children she called her own. She looked back on the road with a sigh. Is there anything in her life that could take away this beautifu-
Suddenly, a flash brightened her surroundings, and the sound of screeching metal was heard in her ears. She turned the wheel sharply to the right, but the car kept swerving on the streets until…
BAM! CRASH! *SHATTER*
Darkness clouded her vision….
The sound of a baby crying was heard in the deserted street. The red van collided with a drunk driver, and the van jumped off the road and into a ditch with the front crashed against a tree. Smoke rose from the front and the dented van was slanted to the left.
In the van, Donna's head was up against the airbag, and had a nasty head injury that was bleeding quite a lot. Cody was still in his booster seat and looked to be unconscious than his mother. Baby Chelsea was in her baby chair with a few scratches on her head, and she was wailing up a storm. No one answered her cries, as if Donna and Cody were dead to the world, but still, she kept crying, hoping someone would come and save her…
Silence overcame the world, and Chelsea's cries were starting to diminish. It wasn't because she understood no one was going to answer her, but because she was getting tired…but not in a good way. She whimpered a few times, wondering if someone is coming to save her-
The left passenger door opened, and a strange man gasped at the sight. He didn't show his face thanks to his dark hood and cape that covered his eyes. He first saw the baby and knew what to do. Instinctively he ripped the seatbelt off the baby and lifted her into his arms checking her injuries. He saw the deep scratches on her, her clothes were ripped around her upper body, and knew she needs help. The man wrapped her in a woolen blanket he carried under his shoal and looked where he was. From where they were standing, it looked like no one was going to see this wreck in a while, and wasn't sure if he should stay and wait. Not only that, he should take her to someone, but knew he had to help her and get her to a safe place other than here.
The man looked in the car, seeing the woman and older child in the car. He knew the woman is beyond dead because he couldn't sense any life from her, but the child looked to be fading away but still had life in him…
Suddenly, something caught the man's eye where the babe was sitting. On the ground was what looked like a necklace with an opal charm. The man picked up the necklace and found that there were initials at the back...D.M. As he hanged the chain on his right arm, he looked down at the babe who felt she was starting to fade, but more drastically from blood loss. The babe was dying…
With that on his mind, he went in his cape and pulled out a medallion on a chain with a phoenix insignia. He said a Latin incantation, and soon he and the baby disappeared in bright light.
Wyvern Castle, Scotland-958 AD
It was nighttime in Scotland, and a large stone castle stood high over the cliffs toward the sea. Near a forest near the castle, a bright light flashed for a second, and the strange man holding the baby stood where the light was.
He looked down at the baby, seeing that she was close to death. He knew she didn't have much time. He turned toward the castle that was a couple of feet ahead. Up at the castle, he could see a few silhouettes flying around the castle. Upon squinting at those silhouettes, he knew who they were.
The man was always fascinated by those mysterious creatures and wondered how they became who they are now. Seeing them glide in the sky, he felt this sense of honor in their gaze and knew they were born to protect the ones who deserve it. Suddenly, he had a thought. He looked down at the baby as his gears were turning. What if, he thought, that she could become one of them? Since he knew she wouldn't survive as a human any longer, he should give her the chance to live again…as a gargoyle. He knew she would never get to experience the bright sun ever again, but is that important than saving her life?
Knowing what has to be done, the strange man gently placed the baby on the soft ground. He quickly grabbed a stick and quickly drew a couple of circles around the almost still baby to make an incantation circle. When the man finished the circle, he took out a shell piece of thin stone, gargoyle skin, and placed it on the child. He checked that she didn't have much time, so he started the spell. The man rose his hands to shoulder height and slowly leaned down into the incantation circle. He looked at the child with his eyes glowing white as a newborn star.
Ancestors above me hear my calls,
a child's life's heading to her fall.
Grant me your powers to help this poor soul,
to change her to a reborn whole!
Light engulfed around the man and child as the magic was doing its work. Suddenly, bright white light engulfed them and exploded outward around their surroundings, especially toward the castle.
A while later…
One of the gargoyles from the taller towers caught a glimpse of a bright light close to the castle and told his leader. A while later, three gargoyles were heading toward the clearing where they believe the bright flash started. They each spread their long wings, and each landed in the clearing in a thump.
The one who led the other two, an older gargoyle who had light earth-colored skin, a balding head with long gray locks, full battle armor, and a sword on his side, inspected tracks that looked to belong to a human.
"Who do you think was here?" one of the two gargoyles asked in a deep rich voice. A tall male with lavender skin, broad chest, long brown locks, wearing a brown loincloth, talon-like feet, a thick lizard tail, and large bat wings.
The older gargoyle kept inspecting the tracks. "Whoever it was," he said in an old Scottish voice. He lifted himself off the ground and turned to the male. "He's gone now, he ran back in the woods, and be impossible to track him now that dawn is not for a while."
Another gargoyle, a female with light blue skin, fiery red hair, a golden-like headpiece, long wings with the purple membrane, and wearing white two-piece clothing, walked away from the two males to see if anyone was here. She knew someone was here, she can feel it from the tip of her wings to the bottom of her talons, but she doesn't know where.
Suddenly, her answers were heard when the sound of a cry like a babe was heard in the clearing. With her pointed ears pointed forward, she followed the sound until she stopped at another part of the clearing. She gasped at what she saw in front of her.
"My love, leader, over here!" the female exclaimed.
Both male gargoyles turned to where the female called and came as quick as they could. They found the female, but something else that made them gap their mouths. In front of them is a large circle with different lines and circle markings at the rim, but what made them surprised was smoke was rising from the scorched marks and the large star that made up the whole circle. They found the female in the middle of the star, whose back was turned to them and was looking down at something.
"My love," the tall male said coming over to her. "What is it?"
The female didn't answer, only to turn to him with something in her arms. In her arms was not a baby, but a gargoyle hatchling. The hatchling was wrapped in a white bundle of cloth, she had light blue skin like the female but bluer like a robin's egg, and two tiny stubs were in her tuff of dark almost black, brown hair. Hanging over the bundle of cloth was a necklace with an oval shape opal charm.
The older and tall gargoyles gasped as the child was sleeping in the female's arms.
"What is a child doing in these parts of the forests?" the tall male asked with wide eyes inspecting the child. "There are no other clans beside ours here."
The older gargoyle looked down at the babe with a raised eye ridge. Yes, there is no other clan other than Wyvern as the tall gargoyle said, but this hatchling doesn't look like it belonged to any of the other gargoyles either. Something about this child is giving him these weird feelings like something doesn't seem right. Not only it was found in charred scorch marks, but the babe is giving off the smell of humans, and it wasn't because a human held her…
All three gargoyles were standing before Prince Malcolm, who was sitting on his throne with an older man, the Archmage on his right. The older gargoyle was standing in the middle while the other two were standing on both sides a little behind him. The female was still holding the hatchling, who was now looking up at the female gargoyle with wonder and curiosity.
"Yes your highness," the older one bowed with respect. "We found her in a clearing a few miles away from the castle. The wee lass was in what looked like a magic circle, but it was burnt and impossible to know what kind of magic was used."
The Archmage raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. "And no one was there?" the prince asked.
"There were tracks of a human male, but he was long gone by the time we arrived." The older one answered.
The prince scrunched his eyebrows as he thought of this. "I see," he turned to the three gargoyles. He looked over at the babe who brought a tiny claw out of the white bundle, and gently took ahold of the female's red hair. As the prince was thinking, the Archmage turned to him.
"Your highness," the prince turned to the sorcerer. "This child your gargoyles have found, it almost sounded like she was used for some kind of magic spell and might have some left inside of her. If I may, I would like to have a look at this child and see-"
"That won't be necessary Archmage," the prince cut him before the sorcerer could say anything else. "From what I've heard, the child was merely at the wrong place until these three have found her in time."
"But your highness-"
"I've heard enough." The prince said with his right hand up telling the sorcerer to stop. "You should know that gargoyles are not to be treated like your experiments Archmage."
The Archmage gave his prince a warning glare, and the whole room was completely silent. A few seconds passed, and the Archmage left with a huff.
The prince sighed, knowing he is not done with the Archmage, he then turned to the three gargoyles who stood patiently.
"That's alright your highness," the older one answered. "Curiosity is natural in this world, especially to us gargoyles." He looked behind seeing the female rocking the babe in her arms slightly. He turned back to the prince. "To tell you the truth your highness, I'm curious about how the child was brought to the clearing in the first place. And why she was there in the first place?"
"From what you've told me, you have every right to be." The prince came over to see the child but kept his distance away from the female. "Wondering how a mere child was suddenly spotted near our castle might be one mystery we may never know." He then turned back to the older one. "No matter, if she has nowhere else to go, you have my permission for her to stay here at my castle. After all, she is one of your kind."
The older one nodded in thanks, then turned over to the female holding the hatching. The taller one stood with the female, both gazing down at the child as she was fast asleep in the female's arms. From first seeing the child, the female had taken a liking to her as if it were one of her own, and so has the taller male (Even though all hatchings belong to the entire clan). The old one chuckled softly at this, happy that they've accepted this new gargoyle with open arms, but there was still something that made him confused about the child as he first laid eyes on her.
How did the child end up in the middle of the clearing, and why does she have the scent of human lingering around her?
Hello, so this is my new series that I just started, and I hoped you enjoyed it. Comments are great!