I do not own Gargoyles this is a work of fiction.

Filianore scribbled into her journal desperately as possible, the battle is about to begin no telling what will happen.

Filianore Heard a knock on her door, she let out a squeak rising from her seat in desperation, "Come no closer fiend!" she yelled out warning the intruder at the door, she clutched her chest til she instantly heard a voice.

"Filianore open up it's me, Nickolai" the young man spoke softly, Filianore walked to the door grasping the lock unlocking the handle, she opened the door to reveal her gypsy friend Nickolai his light brown skin, almond shaped face, almond eyes with ocean blue irises and messy black hair, wearing the same gypsy rags when he first met Filianore.

"Nickolai, art thou safe!" Filianore wrapped her arms around the young man's neck hugging him tight, Nickolai laughed and hugged the young princess back "Don't worry your highness, I'm just glad your safe the captain ordered me to stay with you til this siege is finished" Nickolai released his arms from the princess, looking around the room.

"Princess has thou been prepared for this coming darkness?" he spoke softly in assurance, Filianore nodded "Thy heart is leaping, but thee be assured I packed two weapons for us in case those barbarian came in, I pray for our angels of darkness, the Gargoyles to help us in this time of need" "So do thy your highness" Nickolai bowed.

The two teenagers jumped back hearing the loud banging from door, Filianore rushed to her trunk opening it revealing two swords, the two teens took ahold of them readying themselves against someone kicking down the door "These barbarians will never take ahold of us!" Nickolai spoke steadying his sword, "We'll fight to the death! they'll never take us alive!!" no sooner then Filianore spoke the door burst open.