I love you too much. Plus I am way to gullible... so here are the latest chapters, and whatever you say, I can't write that fast. Gimme a week.
Starling ran through the hallways to Aerrow's room and found him and Piper talking quietly.
"Aerrow?"
"Starling! You're here! You're here?" he said in disbelief. He hurriedly pulled the covers over his bare chest. Starling smirked.
"Yes, apparently, I am. I need to ask you some important questions," Starling said kindly. She sat down in another chair next to Piper. "Do you have any living relatives at all? It's imperative if we're to find a cure, you need to understand that. We need blood from a family member."
Aerrow furrowed his brow in concentration. "Well..."
"Well?"
"No."
Starling cursed beautifully before staring at Piper sadly.
"Why do you need blood from a family member?"
Starling explained the matter. Aerrow sighed vigorously. Piper's deep, orange eyes lit up.
"The Sky Knight counsel! Why didn't I think of it before? They take written records of the families of Sky Knights!" she exclaimed. Aerrow broke into a smile before coughing fiercely. Blood splattered out from his mouth. He fell back into the sheets again. Piper sped over and felt his throat. Red was trickling from the corner of his mouth and onto the white sheets below. Starling had an appalled look on her face. Aerrow moaned softly. His eyes slammed shut with no apparent sign of opening.
"We'd better hurry," Piper said. She called the others. Stork and Radarr would stay behind and watch Aerrow and the Condor. Everyone else was going to see the counsel.
Starling led the way as the little group charged past startled citizens and into the musty halls of the Sky Knight Counsel. The registrar looked up sleepily.
"Aren't you...the Storm Hawks?" he asked.
"Yes," Junko panted.
"But where is your commanding officer? Aerrow, wasn't it?"
Piper summed up the situation as best she could without bursting into tears. The registrar looked shocked.
"I'll do anything to help." He pulled up a humongous volume from the depths of his desk. "These are the family records. Aerrow is towards the back, his father towards the front. Take as much time as is necessary."
The Storm Hawks thanked him before bunching up on the floor. They flipped to Aerrow first. He had signed with a determined scrawl across the paper.
"Father, Sky Knight Aerron, deceased, mother Swallow, deceased, siblings, none...wait! Here, an uncle...but no listed name."
"Let's try Aerron," Starling said, flipping towards the front. The pages were yellower and the ink faded.
"There!" Finn's sharp eyes spotted the faint writing that spelled out Aerron's signature. The handwriting was uncannily similar to Aerrow's: same rushed writing, same forceful pressing down on the nib. Junko put on a pair of circular glasses and leaned in.
"Aerron's father was Sky Knight Odin, mother, Dearia, siblings...one! A brother!" Junko exclaimed. "Tempest. Weird name, isn't it?"
"Wait! I've heard that name before, Tempest...wasn't he the old Condor pilot?" Piper said. "If he's related to Aerron, then he should still be on Atmosia--"
"But the Storm Hawks were all killed!" Junko said. "Right?"
Starling shook her head. "No, only Aerron, his map maker Zelia, and sharpshooter Zion. Tempest must have survived if the registrar didn't change his status."
"Man, all these names are givin me a head-ACHE!" Finn bawled. Everyone glared at him. Starling went on.
"Piper's right, I doubt Tempest has left Atmosia. Let's ask the registrar."
The Storm Hawks stood and walked over to the squat man at the desk and handed him the book. He nodded at them.
"Find anything?"
"Just one relative...Tempest?" Starling said. The registrar sighed.
"A sad tale indeed. The sole survivor of the original Storm Hawks...of course, Dark Ace does not count. Lives on the outskirts of the city. Went mad, they say. Reason why I suppose Aerron entrusted his son to someone else." The registrar took of his glasses and set the book down. "I'll give you the address."