Gargoyles: The New Adventures of Old Pog

Disclaimer: Gargoyles is property of Disney. Old Pog, or just Pog as he is called in this story, is a canon character and thus is property of Greg Weisman and Disney. All other characters are mine…mostly.

Chapter 1: The Amphora Pandora

Into the Mystic, Soho District of London, 1840 AD

"All right, mates," Lazarus said. "That's about it for tonight." The elderly griffin-like gargoyle, glowered at the young hatchlings that had been sent to take over the shop. Lazarus was over 300 years old, and while that was only the equivalent of a 150 year old human…that was still quite old.

Lazarus still remembered the days when Shakespeare walked the streets of London. Lazarus also had a reputation for being cantankerous and cranky; he was very possessive of the shop, which was the clan's only source of revenue. It wasn't easy to feed over 150 gargoyles, and pay taxes on Knight's Spur which was the clan's ancestral home.

Lazarus had run Into the Mystic for the last 250 years, which was breaking with clan tradition. Typically the Stewardship of Into the Mystic was passed on to a trio of young gargoyles every century, but Lazarus had resisted the change for the last two centuries. The clan respected their elders far too much, to deprive him of the shop, which was his pride and joy.

It was only now, under Fyn the new clan leader, that Lazarus had been forced to prepare the passing of the shop to three new stewards. As much as Lazarus had protested, the gargoyle was over three hundred years old…he could not be expected to care for the shop forever. Thus Lazarus had been forced to take on three new apprentices: Pog, Peryton, and Unette.

Peryton was a stag-like gargoyle, with very light brown colored fur and a rack of silver antlers. His feet ended in sharp talons, and his tail was leonine, with a furry little tuft at the end. He was lazy, and a bit of a jokester, as well as a ladies man…er ladies-goyle? It was to curb his lazy attitude that he had been chosen for the task of shopkeeper. He often dressed in blue and gold, and didn't seem to mind if his clothes clashed with his fur.

Unette was everything that Peryton was not. She had a very slender body, and looked far younger than she actually was…she—like Pog and Peryton—were all children of the 1798 rookery. This made them all 42; equivalent to 21 year old humans…but Unette looked like she we 13 or 14, not 21. She had pure white fur, and long curly blond hair that she always kept neat and clean, like she was going to be inspected, he unicorn like head had a long silver horn that—like most unicorn-gargoyles—she decorated with jewelry and such. Her feet ended in two nimble cloven hooves, which were as immaculately clean as the rest of her.

She was obsessed with learning to get everything right, to ensure that nothing went wrong. Fyn had felt that this sort of obsession would be useful at the shop, and Unette had already re-organized the magic books, and herbs. Lazarus however, found her mania annoying. Unette seemed to be the only female immune to Peryton's charms.

The last young gargoyle charged with shop keeping was Pog, taller than most of his rookery mates (not Peryton though, his antlers gave him the height advantage) Pog had dark brown fur and solid hoofed feet. His feathered wings were a lighter shade of brown, and he had a long bushy horse-like tail. He had an eagle-like beak and a full head of hair.

Pog favored blue and green outfits, and unlike Unette, didn't mind getting a little dirty. Despite this he was quite close with both Unette and Peryton.

"Sun's almost up," he said. "We'll finish this tomorrow night."

Pog placed the last book on the shelf and yawned, stretching his arms and wings. Into the Mystic had been closed for over an hour, and so the gargoyles had removed their cloaks. The young gargoyles found the robes constricting, and weren't used to hiding their wings.

Lazarus had not removed his cloak, and had disapproved loudly of the younglings doing it. (What if some nosey human sees you through the window?) Lazarus's wings were so tattered and old that he couldn't glide anymore, so he kept his wings covered.

"This isn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be mates," Pog said grinning at his friends. Unette and Peryton grinned back.

"Let's see," Peryton said. "We've got the most prestigious jobs in the clan, the weather hasn't been abysmal lately…I think that the only thing needed to complete my life is for the most beautiful gargoyle in the clan to agree to be my mate."

He smiled wickedly. "How 'bout it love?" He turned and slid up next to Unette.

"In your dreams Peryton," Unette said rolling her eyes at the Stag-goyle and sliding away from him. A look of disappointment crossed his face.

"I'll wear you down eventually I think," Peryton exclaimed.

There came a sudden rapping at the shop door and the trio fell silent. Peryton quickly snatched their clocks off of the rack and tossed the robes to their respective owners. Pog, Unette, and Peryton rapidly cloaked themselves as Lazarus sneered at them and opened the door.

A tall man with a grey beard stepped into the shop; he eyed the store clerks with apprehension.

"I'm sorry sir," Lazarus said. "The shop's closed for the evening."

"I won't take long my friend," he said smiling calmly, he had a thick Scottish accent. "You see I'm not here to purchase your wares…I am in need of your services."

"I don't know what we could do for you," Lazarus said suspiciously. "We are but simple shop keeps."

"Aye," he said with a knowing gleam in his eye. "Shop keeps who happen to be gargoyles."

Lazarus's eyes widened. He said nothing more, but ushered the man inside. He glanced warily out to the darkened street.

"What can we do for mister…?"

"Macbeth, Lennox Macbeth," he said grinning, as if the name amused him somehow. Lazarus led them to a small alcove where the five of them sat down. The gargoyles regarded the Scotsman intently.

"A friend of mine once said there were no gargoyles left in England," Macbeth said. "I am pleased that he was wrong."

"So you know what we are," Pog said suspiciously, glaring at the stranger.

"Aye," Macbeth said. "And I believe that the aid of gargoyles will be necessary on a…venture that I am about to embark on."

"Why?" Peryton asked, just as suspicious as Pog.

"What do you know about the Amphora Pandora?" Macbeth asked.

Lazarus gasped.

"The Amphora Pandora," Unette said, as if she was in school. "I read about it in one of the books. More commonly called Pandora's Box, which is definitely a misnomer, it's not a box. It's a vase; an amphora.

"It was said to hold the evils that plagued mankind, which were released accidently by a woman named Pandora. In the 12th century Saint Francis went and trapped the evils back in the vase. The evils were then known as the 7 deadly sins. The amphora has been lost since then."

"Aye," Macbeth said nodding, clearly impressed by Unette's knowlege. "I've just learned that the amphora has been found by…an old acquaintance of mine."

The gargoyles looked at one another, clearly surprised by this news.

"She intends to use it," Macbeth continued. "She's found a spell that will supposedly allow her to control the terrors within…she intends to use the spell and unleash the Sins…and with them; destroy humanity."

"That's madness," Pog gasped.

"Aye, it is," Macbeth said. "Madness that I cannot stop on my own. I need help, she must be stopped; one way or another."

The young gargoyles stiffened at this ominous statement.

"I'm hoping it won't come to that," Macbeth said reassuringly. "But I'd like to bring some gargoyles along to talk her out of this course."

"She's one of us isn't she," Lazarus said. The young gargoyles looked surprised.

"Aye, I hope," Macbeth said. "I hope she isn't to far gone. Perhaps she'll listen to reason. Listen to her fellow gargoyles."

"I must discuss this with the clan leader," Lazarus said. "Return here in two nights and you'll have our answer."

"Thank you," Macbeth said turning and leaving. The four gargoyles watched the man go in silence. They made their way to the shop's roof in preparation for the dawn.

"If Fyn says yes," Lazarus said. "You three shall be going with him."

Pog, Peryton, and Unette exchanged glances as the sun rose and froze the four gargoyles in place.

Macbeth watched the gargoyles change from across the street, and then turned and left, headed down to the docks and hoping he could stop his "old acquaintance" in time.