Chapter 45: Help Me Please 2.

— Do you want me to help you? — She murmured.

The gargoyle shed tears of hope.

— But… But… I don't know how I did it—she stammered. — Was… An accident.

The gargoyle looked into her eyes and could see that Agatha was telling the truth.

He collapsed to the floor, scattering ashes all around.

Looking at the monster, knowing that it was just another lost child, Agatha thought of all the creatures in this world.

They did not follow orders because they were loyal.

They didn't help the princesses because they were affectionate.

They did so in the hope that one day, the loyalty, and love given would be rewarded in the form of a second chance as human beings.

Only through a fairy tale could they find their way back.

To their imperfect personalities, to their lives without stories.

Now she was also one of these animals looking for the exit.

Agatha leaned over and took the gargoyle's hand among hers.

— I wish I could help you—he murmured. I wish I could, all of us get home.

The gargoyle rested her head on her skirt.

As the flaming hedges enclosed them, the monster and the young woman cried and embraced.

Agatha felt the stone soften.

The gargoyle shook back, stunned.

As he staggered to his feet, his stone breastplate cracked… His claws became hands… His eyes lit up, innocent.

Unable to believe it, Agatha rushed to him, dodging the flames, just as the monster's face was beginning to turn into the face of a child.

With a shout of joy, Agatha stretched out her hand…

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BEHIND HIM.

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And a sword pierced the boy's chest.

The gargoyle let out a pitiful cry.

Agatha turned around, horrified.

Tedros pierced a wall of fire, directing his impulse toward the horned skull of the gargoyle, Excalibur in hand.

— Wait! —he shouted.

But the prince watched as his father's commemoration was consumed by flames.

— Disgusting and evil beast! He exclaimed, suffocating.

— No!

— ENOUGH! — A voice was heard echoing throughout the courtyard.

Tedros was paralyzed in attack position with his sword over the neck of the gargoyle.

The poor creature had stayed halfway through transformation, breathing heavily, but the sword had not reached the heart.

From the flames, Agatha saw the Director of evil come out and after him came Sophie at full speed followed by a black-haired girl, dressed in black feathers.

— If it is possible to cure him!, if not stabilize him, Professor Dovey should arrive soon—Sophie ordered the girl after her as she rushed towards Agatha and strangled her in a bear hug—and I am the flamboyant!

Agatha hugged her friend back and let out a few tears of fright and relief.

— Quiet—Sophie comforted her as she stroked her hair—everything will be fine, it's over.

At that they heard a cry of indignation.

— TEDROS PENDRAGON! — Rafal's voice rumbled once more.

At the sound of this voice, Tedros regained mobility and finished the movement, but Excalibur was no longer in his hands.

She turned to the director and watched as he held the legendary weapon.

— Could you know? — I ask with a lower and more dangerous tone—what were you doing?

— Rescue the girl, and kill the evil beast—he said with conviction.

— For that—the director began to explain patiently—there would have to be a girl in danger and a beast, I was much further away, and I could see that the gargoyle was only on her knees before Lady Agatha…

— I set fire to the courtyard - Tedros interrupted him—and the Honor and Purity towers are destroyed…

Rafal silenced him with one gesture, and with another he threw into the fountain the piece of roof that was about to crush them.

The principal saw around and sighed, that may not have been her section, but it was still her school and seeing her in that state hurt her more than she would ever admit.

I release a wave of cold darkness that extinguishes the flames immediately, and remove everything that could harm those present before returning to the surprised student.

— The destruction of the towers was caused by the animals and I do not see any impaled – continuous – and they did attack the students, why did you not save those princesses? — I ask with discerning eyes.

It seemed that he already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from the prince's lips.

— I saw the fire and… — Tedros began, but it was interrupted.

— And…? — insisted Rafal.

The prince blushed a little and lowered his head.

— I saw the trees and hedges falling…— his voice faded.

— Your father's?

— Yes.

— So you attacked the creature responsible for setting Arthur's memory on fire?

Tedros raised his head and painted his shoulders.

— Yes—he said firmly.

— And that crime deserves death? — Rafal asked seriously.

His look of disapproval made Tedros crouch down once more.

— I…— began, but was interrupted.

— There convalesces the vile creature that destroyed the garden to the ego of your deceased father—I point to the side of both.

Tedros was angered by the way he spoke of his father, but turned his gaze where the director pointed.

Instead of a gargoyle he saw a boy of about 13 years old with black hair and eyes.

He wore what looked like the uniform for princes from 200 years ago.

Tedros' soul fell to the floor when he saw that the boy had a hole in one of his lungs.

A hole that would have already killed him if it weren't for the girl who helped him with magic.

A wound that shone with magic that he knew very well.

A wound from Excalibur.

A wound made by him.