The voices ran through her mind as she sat on the ledge of a building in downtown Manhattan. She could hear sirens, screaming and honking. But amidst all of the commotion, she could her herself think.
	
	“Aye, seems like I got me wish.” Jessica smiled at the flame forming on her hand. “I be of the magic-folk.” 
	She danced around and looks into the full length mirror to see herself. She froze and stared at herself.
	Her light skin was a deep brown and her dark ebony hair was white. She had four wings on her back and a long tail. Her eyes had no blue like they did before.
	“What.... nay!!” She roared angrily. “Puck!! You’ll pay for this, I promise ye that!!!”

	The young gargoyle tried to shake off the memory but it haunted her more than anything. She stood up and spread her four wings, ready for flight. She leaped off the ledge and glided to shake off her problems.
	Puck!! You’ll pay for this!!! The memory haunted her and she couldn’t shake it off as long as Puck lived. She didn’t know his human form or where he lived. She just knew he had to pay for her transformation.
	She spotted a large building and glided up to the castle resting on top. She landed on a tower and rested her wings.
	“Who the blazes?!” A young male voice snapped. The female whirled around to find a small olive male with wings connecting from his wrists to his knees. Making his look more bat-like. He has huge eyes that were now bigger with shock and surprise. “Who are you?!”
	The female realized she’d best answer him.
	“I have no name.” She answered after a moment’s hesitation.
	“My name is Lexington.” The web-winged gargoyle said.
	The female nodded to indicate she heard him, but said nothing.
	“Do you have a clan?” The male named Lexington asked her.
	“Aye, not anymore, lad.” The female refused to look at him and she held her head high arrogantly. “Don’t be needing one.”
	“Goliath would like to meet you, I’m sure.” Lexington attempted to make conversation but the female wasn’t listening.
	“Are ye fae?” She asked after a long pause of silence.
	“No.” Lexington raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
	“If you be fae, I’d never trust ye like I did the other magical lad.” The female finally looked at him. “So what are ye, lad? What am I?”
	“Gargoyles. You didn’t know that?”
	“Nay. I was transformed into something I knew nothing of.” The female tightened her lips until they were as white as her hair. “Against me will.”
	“Want to come on in? Meet others like you?”
	“I would like that, lad. Thank ye kindly.” The female’s face softened as she followed him inside the castle.

	“Who’s your friend, Lexington?” Goliath asked the smaller gargoyle as he walked in with the brown female.
	“She doesn’t have a name, so I can’t exactly introduce her.” Lexington shrugged and looked again at the female.
	“Where do you come from?” Brooklyn asked her.
	“I be born in Japan. But I be raised by the folks of Ireland.” She smiled awkwardly, then added: “That’s why I have me accent.” 
	“You have a clan?” Goliath asked.
	“Nay.” The female shook her head violently. “I am not one of ye gargoyles! I’m of human folk! And thanks to Puck, I am no longer a human!”
	Owen walked in and stared, wide-eyed at the brown female. His expression was terror and surprise. Then he went back to a straight face.
	“Is this a new friend?” He asked in a fairly higher voice.
	“Yes.” Goliath raised an eyebrow at Owen. “Why?”
	“I thought she looked familier. Must have my glasses glasses checked.” Owen forced a nervous laugh as he walked out the door.
	“Puck?” The female said. Owen froze and slowly turned to face her. 
	“Y-yes?”
	“That’s ye, isn’t it, lad?” The female’s face tightened angrily.
	“How did you ever guess?”
	“Yere expression when ye came in the room, lad. It’s something I’d expect from  ye.” The female crossed her arms.
	“I must be going.” Owen bolted out of the room before the female could stop him.
	“What did he ever do to you?” Brooklyn asked.
	“Made me like this is all he did.” The female’s face tightened again.
	“Why did he do that?” Angela asked.
	“I asked for magic, is all I did. Then he made me like this as a price to pay. Never trust a trickster is what I say to ye.” The female scowled.
	“Ugh, perhaps we should name you.” Lexington attempted to change the subject, feeling the female might get out of control of herself.
	“What name would ye name me, lad?”
	“Did you have a name as a human?” Goliath asked.
	“Aye, I did. Jessica be me old name.”
	“You want to be renamed?” Brooklyn smiled.
	“Aye? Ye have a name for me?”
	“Shinga.” Brooklyn said. The female raised an eyebrow.
	“I think I like the name, lad. Where’d ye get it?”
	“It means ‘small’ in an African language.” He explained.
	“I think that be me name now, aye?”
	“Since when did you speak African?” Lexington looked at Brooklyn.
	“Last week.” Brooklyn smiled jokingly.
	“Looks like I got miself an name.” The female named Shinga said.
	“You want a nickname?” Broadway asked.
	“What might that be, lad?”
	“We could call you Shingie or something.”
	“I don’t think I like the name.” Shinga scowled. “It doesn’t fit me.”
	“Would you join our clan, Shinga?” Goliath asked.
	“I be guessin’ there’s nothing wrong with that.”
	“Is that a yes?” Lexington asked.
	“Aye, it is, lad. I’d be joinin’ yere clan.” Shinga smiled.
	“One thing though, babe.” Brooklyn put a hand on her shoulder. 
	“What might that be?” She asked.
	“Whatever you do, never, ever strangle or kill Puck, got it?”
	“Nay! I want to kill the little twirp!!” Shinga jerked away from Brooklyn and her eyes turned deep red. “He made me like this!”
	“Is that a bad thing?” Lexington asked.
	“I...” Shinga paused, she hadn’t thought that over. “I guess it’s not that bad after all. But I’ll never be of the human-folk again.”
	“There’s really good things about being a gargoyle. Gang members don’t dare attack you.” Brooklyn joked.
	“Nay, they wouldn’t before! Had they’d known who I was, that is.”
	“Who are you, then?” Angela asked.
	“Karate master Jessica Jandaro, at yere survice.” Shinga bowed. “I beat every person who’s dared to face me.” She paused. “I guess I’m still a karate master but I’s got me own wings and tail, mind ye.”
	“Well, you’re one of us now.”
	“Aye, I be one of yere clan.” Shinga smiled. She looked at Goliath. “Ye are the leader of the clan?”
	“Yes.” Goliath answered. Shinga pulled out her sword and bent down on her knees.
	“I swear by the laws of me people, I will honor, respect and obey ye, Clan-elder, Goliath.” Shinga then stood up and bowed to Goliath.
	None of the clan said anything for a good, long time.
 					        THE END