Write a story about Gargoyles coming to life at night in an ancient land . Winner gets an orchestral piece written about it ! [ WP ]

They have always been our protectors. During the day we did not know where they went when turned to stone, perhaps to the Ether to regain their power, perhaps to fight in the Abyss to protect the souls of those departed. At night was a different story, they would come here... and they would come alive. I was but a boy of nine summers when I first saw them come to fight the `` Wrongs'', spirits given form by darkness to torment and kill. My village had always been peaceful, we only had pitchforks and a few rusty swords from wars fought long ago. The sounds the Wrongs made on the wind would chill the bones of even the strongest person, and as children we were frightened. 
 
 The Wrongs descended upon our village howling and screaming in torment and agony. We gathered in the small chapel with the head priest of the Veiled Divine blessing the door, hoping desperately they would not enter. That was all we had at the time... hope... hope and prayer. As the Wrongs got closer we could hear them slaughter the livestock, smash doors, and trying to find any living soul to devour. At first we thought it was the end, especially when we heard the wings over top our small building... but then... the screams outside turned to fear, and we heard the growls and vicious language of something else entirely. 
 
 Peeking outside the window, I saw great hulking stone creatures with demonic faces actually fighting these shadow wrapped beings! I had never seen a Wrong before, nor a gargoyle, but the stoney creatures fought tooth and claw. The battle was over quickly, with the stone statues being victorious, driving the Wrongs back from our village. Then without a second thought or explanation the gargoyles took off back into the night sky, disappearing. We were alive, our village was spared, and we could rebuild the damage. Many of us that night took to doing the only sensible thing we could think of... carving a gargoyle for our own village. There are nights when I wake to look outside and find our stone guardian missing, but I have never heard the sounds of the Wrongs come close to our village since. 
 
 ( ( Could n't keep it contained to 2, deal with it. ) )
