The Three Musketeers Surgical Team

Byfineclaim

In the heart of Manhattan, amidst the towering skyscrapers that glittered under the city lights, a forgotten legend stirred. A legend buried deep within the shadows of history, where superstition and the sword once ruled. It was a time of darkness, a world gripped by fear—the age of gargoyles.

Carved from stone by ancient hands, these beings were guardians sworn to protect humanity. Stone by day, warriors by night, they stood sentinel over kingdoms and villages alike. But their loyalty was repaid with betrayal. Humans, whom they had vowed to defend, turned against them, casting a malevolent spell that froze the gargoyles in stone for a millennium.

A thousand years passed. The city grew around them, oblivious to the silent sentinels perched high on the corners of towering buildings. Legends faded into myths, and the memory of the gargoyles became lost in the bustling chaos of modern life. Yet, fate had a different plan. Beneath the currents of the city’s pulse, ancient magic stirred. A group of archaeologists, excavating beneath the foundations of a new skyscraper, unearthed an artifact—a mystical talisman inscribed with runes of power. Unaware of its significance, they brought it to their laboratory for study.

With a mighty roar that shattered the stillness of the         night, the gargoyle surged to life. Stone cracked and fell away, revealing a creature of formidable presence—a winged warrior with eyes that glowed with ancient wisdom and resolve. Word spread quickly through the gargoyle clan, scattered across the city in silent vigil. From the highest spires to the darkest alleys, they awakened one by one, emerging from their stone prisons with renewed purpose. They were the defenders of the night, reborn into a world vastly different from the one they had known—a world of steel and glass, of machines and electricity.

As the artifact was examined under the glare of fluorescent lights, a crackling surge of energy emanated from its core. The air shimmered, and a faint whisper echoed through the room—the language of a forgotten era, calling out to those who had slumbered through centuries. At that very moment, in the heart of Central Park, a lone figure stood before an ancient stone gargoyle. Eyes closed, hands outstretched, the figure spoke words lost to time—a spell of awakening.