Set in Stone

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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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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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."

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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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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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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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.

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 Gargoyle.  I'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.