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2011-02-17 01:44 am

Stage Five: Acceptance

September 28, 1996

It had already been one of the happiest nights of my life, the night of my wedding to Goliath (or, as the others in the Clan called it, our “Mating Ceremony”). Everyone had worked so hard to make it right. Hudson had risked much and revealed our real identity to his human friend, the blind author, Jeffery Robbins and asked that we be able to hold the ceremony as his home. Broadway had baked and cooked up a storm, ably assisted by Angela. Brooklyn and Lexington had been drafted into service under Mom’s direction setting up the decorations and everything else. My father and sister had, with a little help from Maggie, convinced my brother to come, in spite of his objections. Matt called in a few favors and got flowers for the decorations.

The dress—which has fit perfectly—had been delivered to my parent’s home back in July, not long after the fight with Oberon. The card included with it had simply said, “For whenever Ms. Maza needs it. One small step toward repayment. –X” Damn the man’s ability to predict people. But it had been a missing piece, one I’d eventually reluctantly accepted. Besides… I looked damn good in it.

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2011-02-09 07:43 pm

Stage Four: Depression

January 26, 1996

During the Avalon World Tour, we had many adventures and met a wide variety of people, but nothing was quite so scary as the time the skiff brought us to Egypt.  There, we had battled the Pack, on loan from Xanatos, who were in the employ the of the Emir.  The Emir sought to use a spell to become the Avatar of Anubis, the Egyptian god of death (having previously met Odin, this did not come as as big a surprise as it should have).  The Emir wanted to bring his son back to life, but Jackal interrupted the spell and became the Avatar himself.

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2011-02-06 01:48 am

Stage Three: Bargaining

Late November, 1995

I'd never been much of a praying woman before, outside of some very general, dear God, let me make it out of this alive sort of way, but often after my transformation, I found myself in prayer.  Prayers for sanity. Prayers for it all to make sense.  Prayers for my life back.  Prayers to... God?  The universe?  Fate?  I'm not entirely sure.
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2011-01-16 01:11 am

Stage Two: Anger

Early October, 1995

Slightly less than two weeks had passed since I had been permanently transformed into a Gargoyle. In spite of the brave face I had put on for my family and even tried to put on for Goliath and the others, my mood was mercurial, ranging from utterly depressed to dead inside to angry. These moods came quickly and intensely, confusing me even more as Gargoyle instincts waged war with a human mind. I had seen Goliath brood deeply before or quickly rise to anger and now I understood why.

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2011-01-15 01:08 am

Stage One: Denial

Late September, 1995

One minute I had been discussing the theft of Titania’s Mirror with the guys (along with learning about the existence of the so-called “Third Race”), the next I’d been lifted into the air by a green, bright light that filled the clock tower. When it faded, I saw the guys staring at me and felt weak on my feet. Something had changed, I could tell that much. But what? I closed my eyes and put a hand to my forehead.

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2010-12-31 02:19 am
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Happy Birthday to You

Though it had technically passed into being her birthday when it passed midnight on December 30, Elisa had decided to wait until after sunset on the 31th to actually celebrate it, largely because more of the important people who would be involved would be awake for that. The party itself was being held at the Labyrinth, because her family had no desire to set foot inside the Eyire Building. Things were tense enough that she was living there after everything Xanatos had done to their family, but it would not be an issue talked about tonight. Elisa still did not trust Xanatos entirely, but she was willing to believe that the long feud was indeed over.

The Gargoyles awoke in their usual fashion, with roars and stone skin cracking. And almost immediately, Goliath embraced her. "Happy Birthday, my love," he told her, as he stroked her hair, wrapping his wings around her.

"Love you too, Big Guy," she told him. "And thank-you, for remembering. I know birthdays aren't a big thing to you guys..." She wasn't even technically sure if it could really be counted as her birthday. In some strange way, this was the body of a Gargoyle who had hatched. Which also meant that her age was probably not quite the same. And... well, it made a person go cross-eyed to think about too much.

"But it is important to you," Goliath said. "That is all that matters."

The relationship between a Gargoyle and a Gargoyle who used to be human, who still in many ways thought of herself as one was always going to be complicated, always going to be made of compromises and new ways of doing things. But they could do it. Their love was strong enough.

Hard to believe it had been more than a year since she'd been transformed, more than a year since she'd seen the sun. She was not the same woman she had once been, that much was certain. Uncertainty and depression had given way to acceptance, had given way to becoming Goliath's mate and deciding not to look back any longer. Had she adapted too quickly? Had she shucked human life too easily? Hardly. There were still many things that nearly broke her heart if she dwelled upon them too much. But there was much good in her life as well. She focused on those things and, like her brother before her, made her life with the hand that was dealt. But if offered the opportunity to be human again, Elisa believed she would turn it down. After all that had happened to her, all that she had experienced, she wasn't entirely sure she could fit into a regular--such as it had been before, at least--existence again.

The birthday party itself would go fairly harmlessly, the gifts enjoyed, the two Clans and her family, along with friend Matt Bluestone, coming together to celebrate it, while they also awaited the countdown to New Year's Eve.

The cake, however...

Written across it in icing was "Happy Fifty-Sixth Birthday."
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2010-12-29 05:07 pm
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The Truth Comes Out

When we left Avalon, we discovered that, in Tom's words, Avalon takes you "where you need to be." We had quite a few adventures before we ended up back in New York, traveling over most of the world and reaching every continent except Antarctica. It was also incredibly awkward at first. I knew Angela was Goliath's daughter, and he knew, but she didn't. I'd agreed to keep quiet at Goliath's request, though I was not entirely happy with it. But considering part of the events of Avalon had involved fighting her own (brainwashed) mother, it definitely wasn't the time. I'd also carefully avoided any particulars about my own history, speaking even less of it than the half-lie we had told Tom, lest we complicate things further. I knew, however, she would eventually have to be told. If Angela was going to come back with us, be a member of the Clan, she deserved to know the truth. I also knew that neither of these issues were things that could be danced around for long.
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2010-12-29 01:03 am
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Meeting the Kids

Late December, 1995

What was to have been one of the strangest and biggest adventures of my life started innocently enough.  With the Trio occupied by their own pursuits and Hudson enthralled by some TV show, Goliath and I had opted for a mini-date, taking Bronx with us for a little walk and play in Central Park.  It was late enough to be secluded and, frankly, we were quick enough to get away if we were spotted.  And muggers?  Please.  I’d have actually felt sorry for anyone who tried to mug us.

 

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2010-12-17 08:18 pm
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A Memory With No Memory

And then there was the time I lost my memories.  Not a fun adventure, really,  but it happened and it needs to be recorded and discussed just like all the other things that happened.  Because someday, I want to be able to tell my children all these stories.  Because someday, the world might want to hear them.
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2010-12-15 01:36 pm
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Halloween 1996

It's hard to believe that anything could have been worse than Halloween, 1995, but the next year actually managed it.  Not long before, the Canmores, a pair of brothers and a sister obsessed with killing Demona (and none to fond of us either, by association) had destroyed the our Clock Tower home.  Worse, our flight from there had been caught on film, revealing the existence of Gargoyles in New York City in such a large scale way that there would be no more denying it.  Much speculation was--and still is truthfully--being made over why one of the Gargoyles was dressed like a human, though thankfully there were no clear shots of my face.  Gargoyle or not, there's enough about me that still looks like I did that someone who'd known me could possibly recognize me.

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2010-12-14 11:52 pm
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Halloween 1995

The move to the Clock Tower and the trouble with Macbeth had occupied the holiday the previous year,so I had been prepared to make the next one a night the guys would enjoy.  I'd ordered costumes at the request of the Trio and even one for myself on the off chance that I could get Goliath to go out and enjoy the festivities with me.  Truthfully, I could not wait for the chance to spend a night out with him.  Even then, before I was willing to admit it, I was hopelessly in love.

All this had been before the Mirror, before I'd been transformed against my will.  Before Goliath and I had admitted our feelings for each other.
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2010-11-28 04:45 pm
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Memories and Learning

I'll never be human again.  I've come to accept that.  To accept that I'll never see the sun again, that I will, very likely, spend the majority of my life with most of the world fearing me.  That any children Goliath and I have--and believe me, the thought of laying an egg or going into heat is still a disturbing one on some level--will face them same problems.   But I have good friends, the continued love and support of my family, and the greatest guy in any world as my husband mate, who would love me no matter what shape I took.   I don't know if I'll ever truly get over what I've lost, but I do know that what I have now is very good indeed.
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2007-11-12 12:01 am
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Midnight Rumble (or the gist of "High Noon" in Elisa's universe)

Have I talked about this before?  I don't think I have, except maybe for a small mention here and there.  Pretty full story, actually.  It's got Coldstone and Demona and Macbeth.  Oh yeah, and me fighting for all our lives, but I don't like to brag about that, mostly because a) I pretty much got my butt kicked and I'm not the real hero of the story anyway.

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2007-10-30 12:18 am
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On how I became Second

While it's common knowledge that I became second-in-command of the the Clan, I've never talked about the exact circumstances involved before.  I'm not exactly sure it's exciting, but I've been thinking a little bit more about all the strange twists and turns my life's taken.  Guess I just want to be able to remember it all when Hope asks about it some day.
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2007-05-11 11:39 pm
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Memories

This takes place several months ago, back during the time I was still traveling around all corners of globe on the skiff from Avalon.  Goliath, Angela, Bronx, and I had ended up in Paris, where we'd encountered Demona, MacBeth, and Thailog.  By and large, it was a pretty complicated little affair, with Demona, in her human indentity of Dominque Destine marrying MacBeth (who himself used the alias Lennox MacDuff) in order to keep him prisoner forever, keeping her immortality, and therefor gaining access to his fortune.  Demona had also met Thailog somewhere along the way and, in a rather screwed up relationship, taken him as her new mate.  And during the whole mess, Thailog was planning on betraying her, tricking her into killing MacBeth so he could have all the money.

We stopped all of this, and in the process, made something of an ally out of MacBeth.  Too close to dawn to try and return to Avalon, Goliath had asked me to go glidiing over the city with him.  Angela, shocked by the revelation that Demona was her mother, had already said she'd wanted time alone with her thoughts, and while I was slightly worried...  Well, it was Paris with Goliath.  If that made me a little selfish, so be it.

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2007-04-02 09:27 pm
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Memories of Love

Not that long ago I made mention of a couple comic book pages I found (page 1, page 2) somewhere or other, and how much they bothered me.  Bothered me because the things this fictional (for a given value of it, given the nature of the mutliverse) Elisa said were things I'd used as excuses to myself, before I changed.  The conversation between her and her version of Goliath reminded me of one my Goliath and I had.

It was about a month after I'd been changed into a Gargoyle...

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2007-03-22 11:08 pm
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Memories IV

Previously, I'd had a long conversation with Matt about what had happened to me, and resolved to tell my parents as well.  Goliath and I had set off to meet with them.


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2007-03-21 11:45 pm
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Memories III

In my last installment, Matt had just discovered that I had been changed into a Gargoyle...

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2007-03-20 05:51 pm
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Memories II

When last I left off, I'd been permanently turned into a Gargoyle and was, needless to say, not happy about it.  The sun had just risen, turning me to stone.

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2007-03-18 11:28 pm
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Memories

So I think I'll be sharing some specific memories of various events in my life for some of the next few entries.  No promisies to keep them in any kind of chronological order... But I'll let you know if I start to trail off in one direction or the other.  So I guess, first, should be the night it happened.  When things changed forever.  When I became a GargoyleI've been told there was an episode of the cartoon show a lot like what happened.  I haven't seen it, but I can only assume it really veers off in the last few minutes.