Progeny

Chapter 13

That night, when he awoke, Brooklyn felt sure that he was pretty close to New York. He was more than ready to get there. But first, he grabbed up his food supplies and went to sit down under a tree to eat to give him some energy for his continued flight home.

He finished up the bread, and had some more water. The water was all he had now to carry. He was going to carry the bread's wrapper home so he wouldn't pollute.

Soon, he was on his way again.
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Hours later, around three in the morning, lights appeared on the horizon. The lights were so bright they turned the night into day. Brooklyn had a feeling that he was nearing home.

"It won't be long now. Once we get home, we'll be able to relax and do what we want." Brooklyn stated to the baby. But he had a feeling his clan would be even more overprotective of him once he was back. At least for now, he was fine with that. He had missed his clan terribly.

He already began to look for the Eyrie building. It was near the tallest in Manhattan anyway. All the tall buildings seemed the same size when you were a long distance away, but they began to come into their real sizes as Brooklyn got closer to the city.

At this time, from his escape, he had been so happy for his ability to glide. It got him home faster that walking ever would, and he hadn't had any physical obstacles to deal with, if not counting his stone sleep time.

Brooklyn soon entered Manhattan and he looked for Xanatos' building. He wanted to get there so badly. He wondered if his clan were still looking for him, or out on patrol? He hoped they had missed him. He didn't want another repeat of what happened with the runaway kids so long ago, but not too long ago.

The Eyrie building was finally beginning to take shape in his vision, and his wings were beginning to tire again. He began to speed up his gliding so he could get there faster. He wanted to be reunited with his clan.

Brooklyn may not have had a mate to come home to, but he was having a child and he would make sure that he was the best father that he could be to her or him. At this point in the pregnancy, the red gargoyle felt he knew what he was carrying. His mind pictured a little girl. If it was a boy, he would accept as it was too.

He pictured the child would look a lot like him, but if there was any other parentage, it might also show up on the child too. Only time would tell.

Brooklyn guessed he had flown at least 500 miles in three days after escaping. The tiring feeling in his wings was getting to an almost unbearable feeling. The highest tower of the castle was almost within his reach. He began panting. He felt the baby kick him.

In just a few seconds, he changed his body position to a more vertical one as he began to descend and get his feet on the ground once again. He was more than exhausted when his feet finally touched the castle tower floor. Finally, he could let his exhausted wings rest.

"We're finally home, little one." Brooklyn said happily. His belly was bigger now than when his clan last saw him. He knew they were going to be concerned for him, but happy that he would be back with them. Now, he just needed to find them.

Brooklyn still had time to find them before sunrise. He went down to the Great Hall first. No one there. He checked the Xanatos bed chamber next. It had once belonged to Princess Katherine when she was little. At that thought, it did cross Brooklyn's mind to name his child that if it turned out to be a girl. He was grateful to her for raising Angela so well.

When he looked into the bed chamber, he found Fox playing with her son. David and Owen must have been busy elsewhere.

"Um, hi, Fox." Brooklyn greeted a little nervously.