AN I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE. THIS CHAPTER WAS ORIGINALLY LONGER BUT I HAD TO BREAK IT UP INTO SMALLER CHAPTERS .
Also I SORT OF MADE AN AU STORY FOR THIS THAT IM A BIT AFRAID TO POST
Ch 8 DARKLAND:MORTON SR/RAVEN/SYRIO

Morton shook water from his hair. His inner fire was keeping him warm, but just barely. Sometimes he cursed his old age. Soon his fire would go out and his life would end.
Just once, before he died, he wanted to ensure he did some good.
As the new airship landed, Morton moved towards the area in which it would be docking. He had sent for Syrio and the squire he knew to be his greatest experiment only days earlier.

As the two walked down the ramp, Morton studied the two.

Syrio, with his odd red eyes, looked exhausted. He was supporting a smaller male who was having trouble walking.

Morton had to congratulate Syrio. He clearly had realized that Raven's eyes were rather unique looking. Her short hair had been dyed bright blue and had given her blue contacts. Of course, both were barely visible under the massive cloak. What WAS visible, however, was the scarring.

The left arm of the shirt she wore was tied off, the arm itself nowhere to be seen. This fact alone made Morton frown. Syrio had told him the condition in which he had found Raven, of course, but hearing and seeing were two completely different things. He would have to fix this immediately.

"Your squire seems to have lost an arm, Syrio.'' He called out to them as they approached.

Raven froze as she heard the voice. Slowly, her eyes turned towards the Koopa. Fear and anger were evident on her face.

Syrio held onto Raven's arm tightly.
"No.'' He told his niece sternly. ''You can barely stand up from the painkillers that Impa gave you.''
Syrio loosened his grip, sure that his niece would see reason.

That was his own mistake, however. The second he loosened his grip, Raven yanked her arm free and unsheathed her sword.

She launched herself off the gangplank. Her sword arced down over her head. Morton let out a bellowing roar of pain which shook the docking bay as the sword slashed across his nose and cheek.

His hand balled into a fist and drove itself into Raven's chest.

This action caused Raven to let out a solitary squeak as the air was driven from her lungs. Then a large splatter of blood hit his face as she vomited up a large amount of blood before slumping over unconscious from the pain.
Syrio caught the sword as it fell from his niece's grasp, glaring reproachfully at Morton with his oddly colored eyes.
"Thanks to you, we have to get her to a Med Bay before the internal bleeding kills her you complete and utter ARSE.'' He snapped.

Morton held her gently with one arm. The other hand was firmly clamped over his face. He'd need a Medikoopa to check his face now.

As he shifted her in his arms, something didn't exactly feel right to him. With the hand that had been clamped over his face, he pulled her cloak up.

His eyes widened.

''WHAT THE /FUCK/ HAPPENED TO HER WINGS? DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO MANIPULATE A SKELETON TO CHANGE SO THE OWNER OF SAID SKELETON CAN SUSTAIN FLIGHT? Do you even know HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR THOSE DAMN WINGS TO /FORM/?" He was seething. A lot of time and resources had gone into making her this way. And now it was ruined.

Syrio looked at him, rather annoyed now.

"The bones are still intact ,Morton, calm yourself. The fish were nibbling on her. Most of the flesh and muscle is gone, but they are repairable, yes?"

Morton swore as he carried Raven to the medbay. He had a LOT of work to do.