Gargoyle Story; By: Jaylyn Gatrell

If you truly loved someone, wouldn’t you do anything to protect them? Wouldn’t knowing that your loved one would always be safe help you breath easier? Do you spend every waking moment worrying that something awful will happen to them? What if there is something there that could ensure their safety? Something that would always be able to guard and watch over them when you’re unable to. The truth is there is.

Melody Harris creaked open the door of her son’s room and glanced inside at his softly sleeping silhouette. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she opened his door all the way and tip-toed to his bedside. She tenderly brushed his hair away from his forehead and kissed him on the cheek.


His eyes fluttered open, and he reached out for her.

Melody’s eyes twinkled as she gathered her son in her arms.

“Shhhh… Go back to sleep, Thorton.”

“Sing me a song, Mommy.”

She smiled and started to sing in her high, beautiful voice. Almost immediately Thorton’s eyes drooped and he fell asleep on her lap. Melody delicately untangled him from her arms and tucked him in under the covers. Before she left, she took one last look at the person that meant everything to her. If anything ever happened to him, she didn’t know what she would do with herself. She wished there was some way she could protect him from all the terrible things in the world.

Then she heard a loud thump coming from outside. She rushed over to the window and peeked outside. She saw a glimmer of something shiny, but couldn’t make out what it was. Gathering up her nerve, she walked out the front door to examine the mysterious object. It was a little box wrapped in silver paper with a matching silver envelope. She looked around, trying to figure out who could have given her this, but there was no one there. Then Melody walked down the pathway leading to her house.

“Hello?” she called out.

The whispering of the wind was her only reply.

“Hellooo? Is anyone there?”

Nothing. Finally, Melody gave up and went to pick up the little box. She took it inside to inspect it. First, she opened the silver envelope. Inside it was a plain sheet of paper that simply said you wish has been granted in a beautiful scrawl. What did that mean? she wondered. She eagerly tore the silver paper off of the box. Then she lifted the lid, her heart pounding in anticipation. She gasped as she gazed upon the necklace that was nestled in silver tissue paper.

She lifted the necklace by the thick chain to get a better view of the gargoyle pendant. It looked both wicked and lovely. The pendant was a little smaller than the palm of her hand. It didn’t feel like plastic or silver but… more like it was actually sculpted out of gray stone. The gargoyle was beautifully detailed with long talons, intricately feathered wings, and sharp fangs. Then she noticed something. A scroll of paper was enclosed in one of the gargoyle’s claws. Melody gingerly slipped the scrawl out. Written in the same beautiful, ancient-looking scrawl it read: The Gargoyle must be worn at all times to protect and guard its master.

Melody stared at the slip of paper, befuddled. What did all of this mean? Then she remembered the wish she had made mere seconds before this appeared on her doorstep. Someone or something had somehow heard her wish. She wondered if the gargoyle was magic and if so, would it really protect her son? There was only one way to find out… She vowed to give it to him tomorrow.

The next day Melody woke her son up, determined to give him the necklace. Even if it wasn’t magic, it was worth a try. She would try anything to keep him safe. He reluctantly climbed out of his bed and opted for his mother’s arms.

“I don’t want to go to daycare, Mommy,” he whined.

“Well Mommy has to go to work, Sweetie. You can’t stay here all by yourself.”

“Yes I can,” he protested.

“No, sweetheart, you have to go. I’m sorry.”

“Mommy. All the other kids are mean. They don’t let me play with them and they make fun of me.”

“I know, sweetie. I know.”

Melody had gotten a call from one of the workers at ABC Daycare. They had told her that Thorton was having trouble interaction with other children. Melody didn’t know what to do. She had no other choice but to put him in daycare while she worked.

After she made him breakfast, she went into her room to retrieve the necklace.

“Thorton!” she called.

He paddled into her room. “Come here,” she said patting the space next to her bed. He climbed onto the bed and looked at her with curious eyes.

She clasped the necklace behind his neck and lifted the gargoyle to his eye level.

“You see this necklace?” He nodded.

“It has magical powers that will keep you safe from the mean people. Now listen to me, Thorton. You can’t take it off. Not for any reason. You have to wear it all the time for its magic to work.”

He nodded and took the gargoyle.

“I understand, Mommy.”

Then she took him to daycare and went to work.

Hours later, Melody went to the daycare to pick Thorton up. Once there, she saw something that made her giddy with happiness. All of the other children were surrounding Thorton and they were playing with the toys together. Normally when she picked him up, he would be sitting in a corner all alone, waiting for her. This time he was having too much fun to even notice her.

After a while, he looked up and finally noticed her.

“Mommy!” he squealed and ran to her.

She opened her arms and spun him around.

“Mommy! They played with me! Billy stole my toy and called me weird, but when he saw this he stopped.” He held up his necklace fondly.

:Then he gave me the toy back and all the other kids started playing with me.”

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart.”

Now Melody knew the gargoyle really was magic. It would protect him from anything no matter how small.

She smiled and kissed him on the forehead. Now she never had to worry about losing him again. She didn’t know how or why, but someone had granted her wish. She looked at her son’s wide grin as pure happiness settle in her heart. She would be eternally grateful to the little gargoyle. Upon thinking this she swore she saw the gargoyle’s wing flap. But she told herself that it was just a trick of the light.

20 Years Later

                Melody hugged her son tightly, not ready for him to go back to college. He was home visiting her for the weekend. He had told her that earlier that week he had been shopping for groceries in the wrong part of town, and a hooded figure followed him to his car. The man held him at gun point and screamed for him to give him all of his money and belongings. Thorton told her, eyes as wide as saucers, that the man was then frightened by some unseen thing. He ran off muttering crazy things. Then her son startled her by looking her straight in the eyes and saying, “Mother, why do bad things never happen to me? I can’t remember a time when I ever got hurt or anything terrible ever happening in my life.”

Melody just smiled mysteriously and clutched her son tightly. She was so glad that her song hadn’t been killed. After a moment, her son dropped the subject and hugged her back. Then Melody watched him go as tears filled her eyes. She loved him so much. Then she saw something that made her heart pound. The gargoyle’s grin widened and both of its wings flapped once.

She gasped. Was it possible that… it was real? Melody decided she didn’t care if it was real or just magic. It kept her son safe and that’s all that mattered.

“Thank you so much.” She whispered to the disappearing gargoyle pendant as her son drove off in his car.

Later that night, Melody was walking outside to get her mail from the mailbox when she noticed something lying on her doorstep. It was another silver envelope. She eagerly ripped it open. In the same beautiful handwriting, it said: Your Welcome.

Melody looked up at the sky. Maybe some things could never be explained.


Posted on March 7, 2012, in Jaylyn Gatrell, Stories. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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