Chapter 2: An Unwelcome Visitor
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Chapter 3 may be awhile. I hit a mental block; plus, family get-togethers are coming up.
"CHILD!!" The Druidess yelled as she sprang from her feet, a wind faster than any tornado soared her out the door leaving new dust on the clean floor. Bewildered, Shirin growled at whatever upset his grandmother and rushed out the door right behind her.
It was almost sunset as the two flew out the door. The empty landscape triggering a creepy aura. Shirin didn't know what to think at that moment, he waited for his grandma to react. Gwydion stalled, if only briefly, at the horrible sight before her. Looming over her beloved granddaughter hungrily was a huge red Gargoyle. HER beloved granddaughter. It was a head taller than Shirin and even more muscled. But she didn't care, she'd be damned before she'd ever let anything happen to Brooke without a fight... to the death if needed! She flung her hands forward, calling upon the elements for guidance. "Shiri... Get your sister inside...", she almost whispered.
No sooner had the Druidess spoken those words than the ground began to rumble. Then, a giant rock wall shot out of the earth, slamming the drool covered Gargoyle in the chin, shielding Brooke from its toothy maw.
"GO!", Gwydion yelled, and Shirin was off. Scooping up Brooke with infinite care (as he noticed how red her clothes were), and rushed her inside. Brooke was unconscious, he knew that much. He laid his ailing sister down on the sofa.
He desperately wanted to help his grandmother, but knew he shouldn't leave Brooke's side. Her breathing was raspy, blood was pouring from her torn thigh, and more leaked out her mouth with each strangled cough. He had to stop the bleeding somehow...
Gwydion was a little out of breath as she began her second spell. The gargoyle had noticed her, and noticed too, that she had kept it from its food. It growled an unearthly growl and started lumbering towards her.
She was composing herself as she finished her second spell, an invisible force field. She was out of practice. She threw down her staff and pulled out a wand, assuming the straightest pose she had in years. The wand was made of Ash wood, laced with silver as it spiraled towards its tip, which was topped with a pure 3in Bloodstone. You could feel the power it emitted...
"Come get some..." she taunted warily. It jumped for her faster than she thought it could. 'No matter,' she thought reassuringly. She pointed the wand straight at the hellish thing and began, "Yn enw yr un,".
It slammed right into her shields, but she didn't flinch. Oh if only she could've seen the face the Gargoyle made as it tried, and failed, to get at her. She would've laughed for days. But she was in meditation, " byddaf yn eich," she continued. The Gargoyle was starting to weaken her shields with its battering. "cyflwyno i uffern!", she yelled, with a tone of finality signaling the Gargoyles doom.
The poor thing never saw it coming; a lightning bolt, whiter than anything ever seen, rained down on it with a thunder like no other. It blinded and threw the Druidess off her feet and against the ground. Thankfully though, she was cushioned by what remained of her shields. She looked up and saw the charred remainder of the ground the Gargoyle stood on, and knew it was forever dead. However, she couldn't get up... her legs wouldn't heed her brain's command as she tried to stand.
She was just about to give up and lay there, when a pair of strong and comforting arms scooped her up and cradled her next to Shirin's chest.
Gwydion chuckled softly, "I knew you'd be up to it." she smiled warmly as she relaxed her tired body against his warm chest. Shirin smiled faintly, picking up her staff and forgotten wand (It had flown and hit against the warehouse wall, but it didn't have a scratch) on his way inside.
Shirin carried her inside with little effort, and set her on the sofa next to Brooke, no longer bleeding. 'Thanks to Shiri', she guessed. She probed Brooke's wounds with her mysticism. It was bad... she had six broken ribs and one of them was piercing a lung. Not to mention the foot long gash down her thigh.
Unknowingly, Gwydion started to cry for her granddaughter as she began her work. Trying to save her adored granddaughter's life. Shirin saw her silent tears and went outside, angry with himself.
'Why couldn't he have taken both watches!? Why couldn't that be HIM!?', he thought. He knew he could've taken those hits, and probably given them right back! He punched the remains of the dummy with all his might, feeling wood turn to mulch and the ground shake underneath it. 'WHY!?!', he screamed at himself, feeling the hot tears cascading down his muzzle. "Why my sister?...", he said silently and remorsefully to himself and whatever god was listening. He sank down into himself as he cried out his sorrow...
Gwydion felt the same way while she was trying to heal her granddaughter. Worrying about all the ifs and whys, while her tears dropped unabashed on her torn robes.
"Heal y plentyn hwn annwyl o'r Tad," she chanted frantically, knowing that if she tarried her beloved child would leave her for the Holy Land. You wouldn't have known the strong-willed fox was crying, unless you saw the salt water drop from her eyes yourself. She refused her voice the will to shake, lest her chant... and prayer... be mistaken by the One above men.
Hours passed... and the weary Druidess continued... Shirin had already come back in from his weeping when Gwydion finished her last spell. Her tired body pitched itself to the concrete floor as she passed out from her exertions... Shirin wasn't unprepared, he knew her stubbornness would keep her going until she blacked out. He caught her with his strong and steady hands carrying her to his chair so he could watch over them both. He sat down in the armchair with a flop, Gwydion asleep on his furred chest, and waited for morning.