The Firedrake's Lost Heir

Chapter 3

1997

It had been a month when Goliath returned from his Odyssey with their human friend Elisa, gar beast Bronx and his birth daughter Angela. Brooklyn had been in charge while they were away and so far he had been able to control his inner dragon since living in modern times, even with all the muggings and flashing lights in the city.

Brooklyn had eyed Angela for a time but she wound up with Broadway. Just seeing that after his experience with Coldsteel woke the dragon jealousy.

His mornings for some reason grew restless, too. In his dreams Brooklyn occasionally heard a strange smooth voice speaking.

"Hatchling..." it whispered constantly in his daymares, distracting Brooklyn from his Second duties and worrying the others.

Goliath had put a hand on Brooklyn's shoulder one week when he had heard the voice again and caused him to stare into the unknown, deep in thought. The red male jumped; startled from his leader's presence.

"Brooklyn, do you have anything troubling you? You know you can always tell me," he said in his rumbling voice. Brooklyn swallowed, not sure he should.

"It- m-may I have some time off today, Goliath? Not that I don't want to patrol. Just want to have some time off to read and research things. Is that ok?" He asked shyly. Goliath was somewhat surprised from this request, but then nodded. "As you wish," he said.

Brooklyn smiled before going to the library then, passing his 'siblings' along the way. He figured it was good to have his downtime now in case his unusual dangerously fierce side decided to come along again. Lex wondered why Brooklyn was going back inside but then Hudson had a hand on his shoulder. "I suppose the laddie needs time alone," he murmured.

....

While in the library Brooklyn had been digging through every book there to find out his voice in his head problem. He grumbled sourly after tossing aside another book, hitting another dead end. How could he end this bothering him?

But the researching eventually began to wear him down to feel exhausted, falling asleep on his current book's pages, dozing away.

....

Brooklyn saw himself standing on a huge cave filled pile of treasure, eyes widening in fear from his dream, legs shaking. Rumbling noises and the clinking sound of coins hit his ears.

"Hello? What's going on? Where are you?" Brook roared, eyes darting around. More thudding footsteps came, and he saw eyes appearing through thick smoke.

"Hatchling... my son..." the voice from the eyes spoke. Brooklyn backed away. He didn't know who his real father or mother was, and was happy about it. But why whoever this was kept claiming him as his son?

"I don't believe you're my father! I don't even know him!" Brook protested, eyes glowing. But then the eyes came closer; suddenly revealing the speaker. Brook's ears fell. It was a dragon, a dragon with dark black red scales, powerful jaws that looked like his, and yellow eyes like his own.

Brooklyn staggered and fell to the floor, only to have the dragon hold him up with his talons, a fatherly gaze in his eyes. "I miss you, hatchling... come home..." he murmured. The red gargoyle was breathing raspily, heart thumping painfully in fear and disbelief. There's no way! There's no way!

.....

He jumped awake from his nap and vision. Brooklyn had a hand over his chest from this, still shaking badly, unable to process that he could be part dragon. Puck had sensed the vision and wound up paying a visit.

"Well, looks like you had quite the dream, hm, Red One?" He asked. Brooklyn glared at him grumpily. "Go away, Puck. I'm not in the mood."

Puck folded his arms. "Is that the way you treat your rescuer when you were an egg? I'm hurt." Brooklyn raised his brow. "What?"

"Don't you understand? I saw your dream. I already know who you really are. Brooklyn; you're the son of the great Firedrake in Middle Earth: Smaug. I had brought you to this world when he unintentionally dropped you from an attack."

Brooklyn was stock still. He just couldn't buy this utter trash. "Uh, no. I'm a gargoyle Puck!" He snarled, hand balled into a fist. Puck shook his head. "And this is how you thank me for saving your hide. It was many years ago I saved your egg and turned it into a gargoyle one, giving it to your adopted parents. You were raised to believe you were one of Goliath's lot. But they wanted to keep you in their family."

His vision began to turn red, feeling his dragon rage beginning to emerge. This wasn't true! His clan would never lie to him! But Brooklyn could see that Puck wasn't lying. Hands balled, Brooklyn let loose a betrayed growl.

"I- n-no! That-that demon dragon from those books isn't my father! My clan is my family! They were the only thing I knew!"

Puck floated around him. "Then why not ask? They would have quite a story, I'm sure."

The red cross breed glared, before feeling his face soften. He now guessed he had to. Tears filled his eyes, as he nodded, going to find Goliath.

....

Brooklyn waited on the parapets for his clan's return, his mind still overflowing with questions of his real heratige. How could they lie to him about this? His chest tightened, making him breathe shakily as he heard the wooshing of wings. It was them.

"Lad? What's wrong?" Hudson asked in comcern. Brooklyn glanced up, face still heartbroken. Goliath then saw that look in his eyes, and he paled. Somehow Brooklyn figured out who his father was and he wasn't a true gargoyle.

"G-Goliath. D-did you know that I was really not one of you? Just a freak dragon turned into this?" He demanded, voice tight and breaking, gesturing to his body. Goliath looked really guilty, the others mostly stunned from hearing this. Lex came up.

"What do you mean? You're our brother, a ga-"

Brooklyn hissed, backing away. "Don't! Just stop calling me a gargoyle! I shouldn't be a Second either! A dragon like me leading this clan would break it up, right?!" He shouted, wings raised up in his anger. Angela looked ready to cry from his outburst, Bronx woofing sadly.

Goliath held out his hand. "Brooklyn. We love you, dragon or not. We welcomed you as one of us. We would never turn you away."

"But if you loved me you would've told me the truth about me being a fire breathing freak!" Brooklyn screamed/cried, rubbing the tears out of his eyes, then turning and running to glide away from the castle. He needed air after being around his 'clan' of liars.

The lavender gargoyle sighed in guilt, glancing at Hudson. "Can you go after him?" He asked pleadingly. Hudson nodded. He'd do anything to keep the lad safe. He then took off after Brooklyn while Goliath turned to talk with the others about all that had been revealed.