It was nighttime and the entire town was dark.  There was just enough light to see the area around the church – perhaps, this faint, eerie light was from a pale moon or from the distant glow of a streetlamp.  I either saw them, or I was one of them – a dark, powerful creature that rode in on the shadows with silent [leather] wings […].  This creature flew up and circled one of the spirals of the cathedral, followed by another and yet another.  Then they entered the church […], flying through one of the windows like bats […] [but] more silent and graceful […].

There was a gargoyle or two already inside, perched high […] on one of the ridges near the ceiling.  […] [There was] a battle over this territory […] as the three new gargoyles swooped in, materializing out of the darkness to face their rivals […].  Their fight was […] silent […], interweaving through the black air […].

One of them said something to the other […].  And then I was outside again, watching as one of these […] creatures flew […] away from the cathedral […], disappearing into the night sky […].

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I was looking through a […] textbook […] that detailed past wars […] from centuries ago.  I came upon a colored picture drawn as if it came from a medieval artist’s pen.  There were castle walls twisting across mountains, hills, and valleys and riding across the landscape – over these hills and valleys, scaling the castle walls – were drawn warriors in […] [suits of armor] and swords, riding on the backs of […] lions.  These lions took the soldiers into battle – climbing the walls to break into the castle […].

I thought, lions instead of horses.  Well, that’s a pretty good idea when it comes to wars.  Why didn’t I think of that?  The lions would be like extra warriors.

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