DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN GARGOYLES. THEY BELONG TO DISNEY. NO PROFIT MADE FROM
THIS. I WROTE THIS JUST FOR FUN. I KNOW THIS BECAUSE I HAVE EMPTY POCKETS.
In a universe gone mad, the world of Earth is seeing it's final days.
Devastated by an mage war with the Kiari (THE ANCIENT ANCESTORS OF THE FAE.)
Earth is orbiting a dying star. Disaster, disease and famine have wiped over
95% of the population from the planet. A few of the people we know survive;
Goliath, Beth, Demona and Arthur. These once-sworn enemies have banded together
to find a way for our world to survive. They are in the final age; they are in
Beth Maza stared out at the scarlet skies thick with billowing clouds of
poisonous gasses covering the horizon. The caves of the Wyoming Rockies were
inadequate shelter compared to the luxuries of Xanatos' castle. She had cried
the day the oceans claimed her homeland. The waves had washed over New York as
her tears fell like black opals down her cheek.
[When does it end?] She cried mentally to the crimson sky. How Goliath had
fought valiantly against the Kiari with their magick and their minions. She saw
friends and comrades fall like toy soldiers as the Kiari tortured them for their
amusement on the battlefield.
After the battle, she held the torn body of husband, MacBeth, in her arms. She
knew that he would want her to be strong. She attempted to be brave so that he
could die with honor; die a hero's death.
"Lass', we have been through worse than this." He rasped.
"I know." She had murmured stroking his thick mane of silver hair. At the end
of an age, Beth Maza had learned to love this enigmatic man. She did what she
had not done in years; she wept bittersweet tears as the soul of her husband
died. She knew in her heart that he had died happy in the arms of the woman he
loved more than all life. He had not died alone.
Now she stood on this wretched mountain waiting to die as the rest of the
wretched, pathetic masses called humanity. Most had been lucky. The Kiari had
killed them in the earliest attacks. Those not so fortunate had survived the
attacks and had been taken as slaves to far away worlds or used for food. Those
worst off had been left to eke out a subsistent existence on a dying, war-
ravaged world. Famine, radiation, natural disasters had rid the world of 85% of
"Beth, come inside." Goliath called to her. "We have to seal the entrance. The
radiation will affect us all."
Without another word, she took one final look at the world she had once called
She had only the clothing she wore, her wedding ring, and a locket with pictures
of her and MacBeth to remind her of her old life. Now, she would be locked away
from that world forever until she died.
Goliath and the others huddled around the fire pit. He used his great strength
to crash the rocks together to create sparks. Beth shivered as Goliath wrapped
his wings about her to keep her warm. The crackling of the fire did little to
remove the seeping fatalism from her bones. She watched mutely as Dingo handed
out the minuscule amounts of rations to each. Puck dipped all of them a half of
cup of water in small, hollow geodes.
[This is the fate Humanity, Gargoyles, and Fae.] Beth mused angrily. [We spend
the final days of our existence living like cavemen. What a waste!!!]
It was the plan of the last ones to travel deep into the Earth to find fresh
water and a source of heat. She knew it was a fallacy. What little water
remained was contaminated by toxins and radiation. The rations were dangerously
low. Injuries acquired had to heal on their own without the benefit of medical
attention. She remembered how her brother Talon recently died of Gangrene
because there were no antibiotics left to treat him.
Goliath and she had buried his body beneath some rocks and had said some final
prayers. Silently, she had murmured prayers for them all.
Odd pairings took place in these end times. Talon and Maggie had always been
together. Demona and Arthur snuggled close to one another for warmth. Wolf
eyed Beth lustfully as she inwardly cringed. She knew that he wanted more that
just a friendly relationship. Goliath pined away for his beloved Elisa in his
semi-lucid dementia. She knew it wouldn't be long until his soul left this
"Penny for your thoughts?" Came a gentle voice to her left.
"Nothing Demona, just reminiscing." She answered warmly to her best friend. In
such harsh times, enemies because close allies. She usually stayed close to
Demona and Arthur for her protection. Wolf's recent assault had almost been
successful had it not been for Arthur's timely intervention.
"You seem so far from us this evening."
"I have no where to go." She said in a hollow voice.
"Beth, things will get better." Demona's soothing words did little to comfort
her. "Just have faith."
"Perhaps, your right." She gave the ravishing redhead a thin smile. [Leave it
up to Demona to always have hope. Who would have thought it possible?]
Beth realized that the thin veil of life was no longer for her. Her time there
was done. She waited until the others fell asleep. She placed her wedding ring
in Arthur's hand and put her locket around his neck while he slept.
She walked to the edge of the cave and made her way past the sealed entrance
onto the narrow ledge. The frigid air of the oncoming nuclear winter chilled
Beth to the depths of her soul. She picked up one of the rock shards that had
sealed the entrance. It found it's home inside her breaking heart.
If anyone remained outside that night, they would have seen a magnificent sight.
In all of its dark majesty, a dark silhouette of a Gargoyle flew across the
starless night sky. Within it's wings the stars shone for the first time in
months. The hope and life of other galaxies gleamed in her soft velvet folds.
As it left this world behind, the clouds opened and the moon's light shown
through briefly, but so sweetly. The enigmatic entity left behind its home for
all time and returned to the wild, untamed reaches of the distant stars.
And with that last sight, did Beth's tears stream like comets in a Starfall.