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Alone ~Violet Dyce --- It’s not that she’s not grateful to the humans who rescued her. She is. She really is. She couldn’t stand life in that hellhole, and then she started slipping away and after years of emptiness, hollowness, nothingness, she had somewhere to be now. People to help her. Friends. …But not a family. Never a family, not anymore. --- She looks through books, sometimes, books that have turned her and her kind into nothing but myths. She knows it’s been a while since they stood proud and tall, but has it really been so long? Or was that just because hers had been one of the last of the great clans?

Donatello always seemed to walk into the Gargoyles's hideout at the strangest times - or at least, when he was with Raph and Mikey. "Why stare at marks on a page when you can rent the video?" Broadway was asking, having just swallowed a sandwich. "They aren't marks - !" Lexington retorted, attempting to rescue a magazine from Bronx, "-when you know how to read!" "Well, I can't read!" Broadway shot back, "And I don't think I'm missing anything!" "Uh-huh," Brooklyn said, that hint of sarcasm still in his voice. "Ignorance is bliss - right Hudson?" "Ugh, leave me out of this," the older gargoyle grumbled. "It's time for celebrity hockey. C'

She lurks, silently, unseen, in the corners of the book pages, watching as Malchior manipulates the poor girl into freeing him. It isn’t the first time he’s tried to do this, tried to free himself, but this time he may actually be successful. And he doesn’t care if she is freed with him or if she is left here, trapped without a voice because she never had magic in the first place. She can’t manipulate the spell to be able to speak, to call for help, as he has done. Here, she is powerless, worthless, nothing. “Hezberck et morine…gost wenthen verbus nex…ind obrium, bis pendrule…haran sic cortis