Title: The Gargoyle and the Fairy.

Summary: An enchanted prince explains to a disgruntled fairy how exactly he became a gargoyle.

(A/N) This is all my original thoughts and ideas, and I hope you enjoy it... even if it is bizarre.

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Chapter 1 The Dog

The gargoyle shuddered. It had been a rough day. First a bird pooped on him, that was fun, and then some stupid tourist from Aenglan screamed at the frightening picture of a grey, ugly gargoyle littered with bird crap.

“Man what a day,” he grumbled, only able to move his jaw enough to complain.

He stopped grumbling to stare at a stray. The black Labrador had sat laid down, and decided to gnaw at its paw for five straight minutes, until it tired of trying to eat its own foot.

If the gargoyle could shake his head, he would have shaken it vehemently. This wasn’t the first time this stray had come to sit right under him, and eat his paw. It was almost as if the dim-witted dog knew that he really shouldn’t be a gargoyle. It was almost if he knew he was really a prince.

He sighed inwardly, wishing so badly that he could at least be able to speak every once in a while, instead of only being able to complain. “Damn fairy,” he declared onto the open, empty square.

The dog glanced up at him, no, the gargoyle prince realized; the dog had been staring at him longer than that. Its face looked stern, if a dog’s face could even look stern, and was snarling at him.

As if I don’t have enough to deal with today, a stupid dog decides that I am worth growling at.

The dog barked, somehow knowing the gargoyle’s feelings.

“Damn dog,” he cursed silently just as the dog transformed into a plain woman with curly brown hair, dressed as a peasant.

Oh shit, not more magic.

The woman glared at him, obviously angry. This woman made him think of an unstoppable hunting dog, a very short, pale, graceful hunting dog, but a hunting dog nonetheless. She has large blue eyes that are like two big lagoons, full of mystery. She has fine, curly, brown that is worn very short, almost looking like a helmet on her head. She whipped her hands, and suddenly the gargoyle prince felt his voice free.

“Oh my god, you’ve come to release me?” he mocked, not realizing the woman’s face was as red as tomato.

“You thought I was a boy!!” she shrieked, as thunder and lightning began to rage across the square.

He sighed, knowing he just met another disgruntled fairy. “My dear lady, it’s hard to tell a dog’s gender from up here,” he said as politely as he could.

She turned puce, “I don’t care! At least consider that not all dogs are boys you sexist pig! For that you must pay!” she cackled gleefully, rubbing her hands together evilly.

His stone eyes rolled. Dropping the polite act, he asked, “So what else can you do to me, I’ve already been turn into a gargoyle who can only speak to complain by one of your little fairy friends, I have no life . . . where the hell is the beautiful maiden who is supposed to set me free? That came with the deal you know.” He groaned, “Listen fairy I can have no punishment worse than being stone and just watching life go by, so can you just go?”

She stared at him, her face unreadable. Her rather large nose sniffed as if saddened by his testimony. Though, he had to doubt that.

She began to glare again, “Of course I’m not saddened by your story, you probably deserved this. Those who deserved to be punished, especially spoiled royals,” she glowered, “will be punished.” She rose into the air, until reaching the gargoyle prince, “AND MY NOSE ISN’T RATHER LARGE YOU JERK!” she popped him in the nose.

“OW! That hurt you stupid gargoyle!” she yelped, as the gargoyle prince silently smirked at the fairy’s pain.

“Well, you are the one who hit a stone gargoyle,” he challenged, enjoying himself, while staring at her bushy eyebrows and pointed chin. God, she’s not very attractive.

“Hmph,” was all she muttered, obviously distracted enough by the pain to not notice the mental insults he was giving her.

It was silent for a few moments. She still seemed to be giving him defiant looks.

“Well, what on earth did you do to deserve this?” she demanded, her curly brown hair becoming frizzier with every angry word.

He wanted to chuckle . . . but knew she would kill him if he would and that it still wasn’t really possible for him to chuckle.

“Well, miss fairy. . .”

“It’s Aerilia,” she stated defiantly.

The gargoyle smirked, “Alright Aeri. . .,” Aeri’s face turned puce again, the gargoyle prince couldn’t deny that he enjoyed her suffering immensely, “my story begins with a Princess Patience Honora, the Lily of Valdimore. Ever heard of her?”

A/N Dun dun dun Dun…… yeah not much of a cliffhanger lol. Well I tried. I hope you guys like it, and that I get at least one review, even if its like, Nice job…. Or OMG ITS AMAZING!11!!

I know it might suck, but its my first delve into humor, of any sort. I’ve never been good at writing it, and I’m just trying to develop a skill. Just, if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. But if you can say something nice, please review. : D