Green ... With Envy

…As one the Gargoyles took flight, for their instincts did not need command … plus they were hungry.

Unbeknownst to the shivering stranger, his battle had just begun.
His souvenir and puzzlement of the moment were both soon to be lost…

… when the Shadows emptied into the Night sky, literally all Hell broke loose. The Winged Ones that had a thirst for blood were also young and had followed a vicious Leader… who was also careless and held no regard for their DarK life which he had created.
What he sought was revenge on the one who had taken something from him when he was young … the admiration of his Father.

…Within the safety of the windowless room of his stone Keep, the aging Alchemist leaned forward with amazement, puffing on his pipe, looking into the emerald green globe that the tiny critter was holding.
He watched as the stranger once again came under attack ... but this time, the stranger had company in his defense. Not out of any pre-arranged agreement, but out of benificial, mutual circumstances … for not only did the Gargoyles protect their home of an ancient Keep, which would have soon been under attack ... but they had not feasted for quite a while, especially on young fresh meat… which tonight there seemed to be plenty of.

Enthralled by the drama brewing in the emerald globe, the Alchemist spoke rather loudly to the owl, who had stopped preening his feathers…
“Boedee! Are you watching this!?” … Uri, the Hawk, who up until now had been perched on one clawed leg, with his head tucked under a wing, answered for Boedee with a screech… “Sorry Uri” … the old man replied without taking his twinkling hazel eyes off the sphere…

…the Alchemist and his birds were not the only ones staring into the emerald mist of a stage … the tiny Gargoyle holding it was grinning … and envious of his older and bigger siblings…