Huzzah! More of my love filled fanathon! Rated for violence, some language, some jello shots...wait,
wrong fic... Any way, Disney stuff is Disney's my stuff is mine. Enjoy.
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Chilly winds moved naked branches in the bent and gray trees. Most looked like they should have toppled
over and decayed in the empty forest years ago. Crows cackled in irritating tones in the tree tops. They
stopped when the sound of snapping dead twigs rose to their perches. They sat silently watching the two
figures below. The birds stared after them as they made their way through the woods.
Morgana walked silently along the small path that lead to her families ancestral homelands.
Raven followed close behind. Her steal toed boots crushing fallen foliage beneath them. The sound was
driving her mad, but she had long since given up trying to walk carefully down the path. It slowed her
down and forced her to keep her eye on the ground, rather than infront and around her, where it belonged.
It had only been a about two days since Morgana had planed a visit to her family. A strange
feeling had come across her and she felt that she was needed at McCawber Castle. Raven had learned
early that if Morgana was having strange premonitions, it was best to investigate. She refused to let
Morgana go alone, and since Darkwing hadn't been to keen on going for some reason, Raven went. As
they drew closer and closer to the castle, Morgana grew more and more nervous. In the year and nearly
five months that Raven had known her, Morgana had never looked more worried. They continued on
their way. Morgana could have easily transported them both to the castle, but something had told her to
go this way. They had started out from the edge of the village and moved ahead for close to an hour.
Raven didn't complain. She had wanted to get a good look at the land around them. It was always a good
idea to know area around you.
"You all right?" Raven asked her friend. Morgana was wringing her hands and her arms had
begun to shake. Morgana swallowed and nodded. Her testimony wasn't very convincing.
"Yeah, I'm OK. I...uh...just hope I didn't get us lost. I usually don't come this way..."
"A straight path from the village to your families place. Hard to get lost when there's no where to
turn." Raven told her. Morgana only nodded again. She ran a trembling hand through her long black
hair. The path was ending and the forest opened up to a fast field. A tall gray structure could vaguely be
seen in the distance. Morgana sighed in relieve.
"There it is, not much farther now." They hadn't put two feet into the field when Raven abruptly
stopped and grabbed Morgana by the wrist. Raven's eye searched the clearing in front of them.
"What is it?" Morgana was already worried enough, the look on Raven's face wasn't helping at
all. Raven lifted her face to the sky and sniffed the air. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she
tensed herself, ready for trouble.
"Smoke," She said in a low voice. "and plenty of it. It's coming from the north."
"Oh gods no!" Morgana began to run toward her families home. Raven dashed after her. She
caught up to Morgana and grabbed her by the waist.
"Freeze!" She ordered. "Run into unknown trouble like that and you're asking for your head to
be mounted on a wall." Morgana kicked and struggled in vain.
"Raven! My family could be in danger!" Raven kept a firm hold on her.
"We don't know what's going on yet. No point in rushing in and getting ourselves in trouble.
Wouldn't be much help to any one then!" Morgana stopped struggling and gave an irritated sigh.
"Well we can't just stand here!" She insisted.
"We're not." Raven looked to the north. "You're standing here, I'm going to see what's going
on." Morgana folded her arms over her chest and scowled.
"You actually expect me to stand here while you go put yourself in harms way just to come back
and say "Yup, your families toast."?"
"Of course not! If your families in trouble, I expect you to stand here and wait for me to get
them out of there." Raven took off towards the smoke. Morgana called angrily after her.
"You don't even know who my family is!"
"Minor detail!!!" She heard Raven yell back as she disappeared into the foggy horizon.
Morgana rolled her eyes as she headed into the mist.
"Stand here and wait my athame..." She muttered as she walked swiftly north west in a semi
circle of Raven's path.
The farther she walked, the denser the smell of smoke became. The misty was nearly blinding to
Morgana, and wisps of smoke that floated in the air made her eyes water. To the left, Morgana could
make out faint figures in the fog. As she drew closer to them she could make out flames. They leapt off
of the tops of torches. It wasn't until she was right behind the crowd that she realized what was
happening. It was a group of villagers. They carried torches, pitch forks and scythes. They gathered in a
circle around a tall shrouded figure. They drew in closer and closer. Pitch forks pierced the air around
the tortured figure. It dodged the blows, but was running out of room. A menacing shout came from
some where in the crowd.
"You'll pay for what you freaks have done!" The dark figure didn't hesitate to return the insult.
"We've kept to ourselves, Normals! If any of you are suffering, you have only your greedy,
cheating, thieving, soul polluting selves to blame!" Morgana recognized the voice instantly.
"Father!" She pushed past the villagers and blocked her father just as some sick individual in the
crowd hurled a rather large cow's hoof. It struck Morgana on the back, just missing her spine. She bit her
lip and winced in pain.
"Morgana!" Moloculo McCawber stared at his daughter in shock. He grabbed her hands and
held her close. "What are you doing here?" Morgana swallowed hard as she saw a brutish man closing in
on them with a pitchfork.
"I came because I felt that you were in some sort of trouble." She explained. "But now it looks
like I'm here to die an excruciatingly painful death." Moloculo hugged his daughter for, what he was sure
to be, the last time. Morgana closed her eyes as she waited for the sharp claws of death to rip into her
body.
"You didn't raise me to be this reckless, father." She sighed. "Maybe in my next life I'll come
back as some one who can stay put for five seconds."
The man smiled wickedly at the two as he drew back, preparing to run them through. The rest of
the villagers cheered him on, as if at some sporting event. Both Moloculo and Morgana had their eyes
shut tightly. The man gave a short grunt as he thrust the pitchfork forward. Morgana flinched as she
heard metal clang sharply against metal. When she felt no pain she slowly opened her eyes.
Raven stood in front of her. To the villagers, she had come from out of no where. Her swords set
forcefully in the space between the prongs of the pitchfork, blocking the blow. Her one eye glowed blood
red in a deadly rage. She let out a growl that would have sent the devil himself scampering back into the
pits of hell. Swiftly, Raven flipped the blades in her hands and sent the man's weapon flying into the air.
She sheathed her swords in time to grab the pitchfork before it hit the ground. She grasped the wooden
ends tightly and brought the tool down over her upper leg. It snapped in two like a weak twig. Raven
tossed the two ends over the crowd into the field behind them. The villagers backed up, but it was still
apparent that they weren't leaving with out some one's blood.
"I'll clear you a path." Raven hissed under her breath. "You get the hell out of here!" Morgana
began to protest.
"But what about..."
"Just do what I say!!!" Raven snapped. Morgana gulped and nodded. Moloculo had watched the
stranger. He wasn't sure what was going on any more. But his daughter was still alive. That was all that
mattered to him at the moment. Morgana clutched his arm tightly.
"Get ready to move!" She warned. Raven moved herself to the north end of the circle. The
crowd was working up a lot of energy, so Raven's work was short. An invisible force hit those blocking
the path to the castle. They lay strun about like dead flies.
"GO!" Raven shouted.
Before Morgana could begin to run, Moloculo grabbed her by the shoulders. In seconds they
reappeared at the draw bridge of the Castle. Morgana starred out at the mob of angry villagers. Raven
had tried to get to the castle, but was over come by a wave of attacking men. Morgana was about to run to
her when she saw Raven emerge from the blood lusting crowd. She fended off wayward attackers with
her swords. She leapt out of the way of a swinging scythe blade just in time for it to miss her chest. It
sliced into her arm instead. She cried out in an annoyed tone and kicked the stomach of the blades owner.
As Morgana watched Raven draw closer to the castle, she heard a loud clicking noise. She turned to see
her father bringing up the draw bridge.
"Father!" She screeched. "You can't leave her out there!" Moloculo shook his head.
"She's moving in fast. She'll be here in time." Raven saw the bridge closing behind her. She put
up her blades and broke out into a dead run. She fell face first into the ground as one of the mob grabbed
her leg. She kicked out, striking the man in the face. He screamed and let go. Raven got back up and
dashed to the edge of the castle's moat. She crouched and sprung forward with as much force as she could
manage. Her hands grabbed the top of the large draw bridge and she pulled herself up. She flung herself
over the top of the bridge and let go moments before the wooden bridge met the stone wall of the castle.
She fell and landed gracefully next to Morgana. They stood inches away from the draw bridge. Raven
smirked at Morgana and her father as she tried to catch her breath.
"Nice neighbors..." She said sarcastically. The three of them jumped as a crashing sound hit the
wooden gate way. Raven turned around to see an ax blade resting just inches from the back of her head,
jutting out from the wood work.
"Really, nice neighbors." She finished as she moved away from the entrance. Morgana noticed
the gash on Raven's arm and grabbed her by the shoulder. She shook her head as she worked the leather
jacket off of her friend.
"Some times I wonder who gets more injuries. You, or then entire NFL!" She rolled up Raven's
shirt sleeve enough to inspect the wound. It was deep, but not too deep. Morgana concentrated and began
working a healing spell on Raven's arm. As Morgana worked, Moloculo approached the two.
"I owe you much, stranger." Moloculo told Raven. "You saved me and my daughter. I could
live a million years and still not be able to fully repay you for your deed." Raven smiled and shook her
head.
"Don't worry about it. It's my job." The gash on her arm and cleared and the pain was gone.
Raven flexed and swung and invisible sword, testing the healed arm. "Much better." She said turning to
Morgana. "Thanks." Morgana laughed.
"No thank you!" She said. She turned to her father.
"Father, this is my friend, Raven Inari. Raven, this is my father, Moloculo McCawber." Raven
bowed at her waist.
"It's an honor to meet you sir." Moloculo was momentarily stunned. No one had showed him
such respect in a great while. And especially no one that Morgana brought around.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Inari." He replied. Raven smiled.
"Please, call me Raven." She retrieved her jacket and the flannel she had been warring from
Morgana. Raven inspected the tare on the sleeves. She clicked her tongue and shook her head. "I go
through more cloths this way...." She tied the flannel around her waist and put the jacket back on.
"Father, what's going on? I mean, the villagers have never really liked us, but..." Morgana
looked questioningly at her father. Moloculo sighed.
"It's a long story." He answered. He motioned for them to follow and he lead them into a large
sitting room. Morgana and Raven sat on an old worn couch, facing Moloculo's arm chair. He tried to
soften his voice, but he was obviously angered.
"One of the villagers, their law maker's daughter, was recently struck ill and is in a coma. As
usual, when any thing goes wrong in their pathetic lives, it's our fault! Now we can't even leave our
homes with out getting mobbed. They practically wait out side our doors for us, with fire and blades.
They've tried three times to burn down the academy. Luckily our shielding spells held out." He sighed
sadly. "I tried to reason with them. I went out to talk with them, to try and explain that we're not harming
any of them. Then they closed in, ready to kill."
"They're bent on your downfall." Raven ran a finger through the tare in her jacket as she spoke.
"They won't be happy until some one's dead."
"Raven..." Morgana began. The look on Raven's face stopped her from finishing what she was
going to say. Morgana shook her head sadly. "And that poor girl. She probably isn't getting much
medical attention during this whole thing." Moloculo shrugged.
"We'd have no way of knowing. We haven't been able to set one foot off of our lands, let alone
go to the village."
"We have to make them listen. Some how we have to." Moloculo smiled patiently at his
daughter, the always optimistic.
"The only thing they'll listen to now is their own ignorance!" The three of them stood as
Morgana's aunt entered the room, followed by a host of other relations. "Morgana, dear, you should know
by now there's no reasoning with them!"
"I happen to believe that you can reason with any one. No matter how spiteful they are."
Morgana said, firmly.
"Sure, if you back them into a corner." Morgana turned to look at Raven. She found it hard to
ignore the You-know-I'm-right look on Raven's face. Morgana rolled her eyes and jerked her head toward
Raven.
"This is Raven Inari, Raven, this is the rest of my family." As with Moloculo, Raven bowed to
the group respectfully. Before any other introductions could be made, a small dragon boy ran into the
room.
"It's Den Starwen! He wants to speak with you Sir McCawber!" Moloculo growled.
"Is he alone?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, bring him in through the small door in the front. And make sure he isn't followed in!"
As the boy ran off, Raven whispered into Morgana's ear.
"Who's Den Starwen?"
"The village law maker. He's sort of the head guy, like a chief or mayor." Raven nodded.
Moments later the boy returned with a tall but thin duck. He looked like the rest of the villagers, but stood
with more authority. He faced Moloculo and seemed to block out every one else.
"What is it you want, Starwen?" Moloculo asked, trying to sound polite, but failing horribly.
"I've come to demand you free my daughter from your curse. I see our forceful approach has not
worked. So I have decided to try and reason with you." Moloculo looked as if he would have a seizure.
"You! Reason with us! We've been trying to talk this out with you for weeks! None of your hard
headed followers would listen! They only lit fires and brandished pitchforks! And you say you're trying
to reason with us!?!?" Starwen snorted in disgust.
"Every time we approach you, you flee from us!"
"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU WERE TRYING TO KILL US!!!" Moloculo took a deep breath. He
some how managed to calm himself. "Look, we've told you. None of us are or are trying to bring your
people any harm."
"Then why is my daughter sick?" Starwen demanded.
"Maybe because she came down with something! People have been known to go into comas you
know! And the medical world isn't pointing their fingers at us!" Starwen glared at Moloculo.
"Your lies will not save you, monster! In the end we will win. We can do it the easy way. Or we
can watch your bones bleach in the sun..ack...ack!!!" Starwen's words were cut off as a black hand
wrapped around his neck and squeezed it tightly. Raven lifted him a few feet off the floor and snarled.
"You so much as touch any of these people, and I'll have your skull for a paper weight!!!" She
hissed. The man's face began to turn blue and he was struggling weakly.
"That's enough, Raven! Put him down." Morgana began to worry that her friend might choke
the life out of him. Raven gave Starwen one last hiss and flung him to the floor. He coughed harshly for
a moment before finding the strength to climb to his feet. He turned his glare to Raven.
"You'll pay for that!" He shouted. Raven gazed at the man coldly.
"Save your idle threats for some one stupid enough to fear them." She sneered. Starwen shook
with rage.
"You'll all pay..." He mumbled before stalking off towards the door, the dragon boy on his heels.
When they were gone, Raven turned to Morgana and Moloculo with an apologetic look.
"Sorry about that. I had about one nerve left, and that guy was getting on it." Moloculo smiled
and put a hand on Raven's shoulder.
"It's all right. I don't think we would have gotten very far with him anyway." Morgana shook
her head.
"We have got to do something about that temper." She told Raven. "It gets you into too much
trouble." Raven grinned.
"Hey, I'm still alive, aren't I?"
"A temper can some times be an asset." Moloculo commented. "I, for one, am glad we have
such a brave and noble warrior witch on our side." The rest of the monsters nodded their heads and spoke
approvingly. Raven cocked her head to one side as a baffled look came over her.
"Warrior witch?" Morgana cringed as it suddenly hit her. She had forgotten to tell her father
that Raven was a normal. She swallowed and took a deep breath.
"Ah...father...Raven's....er...well....she's a....normal..." The monsters gasped in disbelieve and
Moloculo drew his hand from her shoulder and stepped back as if just informed that Raven had the
plague. Raven turned her expression to Morgana.
"Normal?" It dawned on Morgana that she had also neglected to explain the whole normal vs.
monster thing to Raven. Moloculo starred at Raven.
"But...the mob...she..." Morgana shook her head.
"Tai chi, father. She can work well with energy, that's all."
Moloculo couldn't understand it. No normal had ever treated him and his family the way Raven
had. Deep down he knew that Darkwing had no contempt or bitter hatred for them. But even he crossed
insults with Moloculo when ever he was around. But Raven, she had saved his life, treated him as an
equal. All the normals he had crossed had cringed or gasped at his appearance. Raven didn't so much as
bat her eye. And she was fighting on their side? Why? Normals were supposed to be greedy, self
serving, spiteful creatures. But Raven showed no indifference to them. But how could she be a normal?
She mastered control of energies as well as any witch or wizard. She didn't look much like a normal.
And she certainly didn't act like one!
"Father?" Morgana looked at him with concern. Moloculo blinked and stepped back some more.
"I'll...I'll be in my study..." He said faintly. He made his way past the others and up the stairs.
The rest of the monsters took another look at Raven and Morgana before they too disappeared in different
directions. Morgana watched as they left. She turned as Raven spoke.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, still confused. Morgana tried to smile as she shook her
head.
"No. No, you didn't it's just that...." She sighed, unsure of how to explain the whole thing. "My
family's a little old fashioned. They don't get along well with normals." Raven shook her head.
"I don't get it. What do you mean by 'normals'?" Morgana searched for words. She never
realized how hard a subject this was to explain.
"Uhhh, normal...not owning or possessing any paranormal like traits" Raven's face was still
blank.
"So...I'm a normal?" Morgana nodded.
"And you and your family...."
"Are monsters." Raven raised her one eye brow.
"And you call yourselves this by choice?"
"Raven, it's not like the masses think it is. We don't see it as an insult."
"Uh huh. So...I'm a normal...and you all are monsters?" Morgana nodded again. Raven only
sighed.
"I don't get it." Morgana laughed and hugged Raven.
"Don't change! Don't ever change!" Raven smirked and hugged her back.
"Yeah, what ever."
"Come on." Morgana lead Raven up the long flight of stairs. "We may be here a while. I'll find
you a room." Morgana found a vacant room close to hers and let Raven get settled into it. Raven curled
up on the bed for a short nap. While she was sleeping, Morgana headed for her father's study. She
knocked softly on the large oak doors.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, father." Morgana answered.
"Come in." Morgana opened the doors just enough to enter. She shut them behind her and
stepped into the vast study. Moloculo was seated at his desk a rather large manuscript lay in front of him.
"Father, are you all right?" Morgana asked.
"Yes dear, I'm fine." Moloculo rubbed his eyes. Morgana shook her head.
"You didn't seem fine." Moloculo starred down at his desk. A feeling of uncertainty and
frustration crossed him.
"She should be repulsed by us! She should be mocking us and spiting in our faces!" He looked
up at his daughter, searching for an explanation. "Why isn't she?"
"Because she doesn't care." Morgana sat down in a chair across from her father's desk. She
spoke softly. "It doesn't matter who we are. Or what we are. Raven's place has always been to fight for
the greater good. Who she's fighting with doesn't matter to her! Raven doesn't even understand normal
or monster. She just understands people. And she understands what's right and what's wrong. The only
label she puts on others are their names. What some one is or what they look like are just details to her.
And she hates to bother with details." Moloculo shook his head in disbelieve.
"Never in my life....Are you sure she's a normal?" Morgana smiled.
"Positive." Morgana patted her fathers hand gently. "Not all normals are as hateful and violent
as the villagers." Moloculo smirked.
"Or as self centered and deluded as Darkwing?" Morgana frowned.
"Speaking of which." She said, through clenched teeth. "It wouldn't kill you two to try and get
along."
"Tell him that! He comes around here treating every one as inferiors. I honestly don't know how
you put up with that man's ego!"
"Yes, father, I know he has an ego! But he doesn't think that we're inferior! It's hard for him to
be peaceable when you're hurling insults at him!"
"Insults? My dear, I simply make true statements, not insults."
"So, 'nerrow-minded-bottom-dwelling-ingorant-excuse-for-a-waist-of-cells' wasn't an insult?"
"No more than 'brainless-dried-up-bag-of-dust' was!" Morgana gave an exasperated sigh.
"Honestly! There'd be no problem if you'd both just act your age!"
"Morgana!"
"You're both just so dead set on hating each other! I love you both so much! Why can't you two
make peace?" Moloculo turned his attention back to the manuscript.
"I'll make peace with him when he shows some respect." Morgana sighed and rolled her eyes.
She got up and left the study, leaving her father to his reading. She stormed down the hallway, still upset
with her father's words.
"Something wrong?" Morgana turned to see Raven. The door to her room was open and she was
sitting on her bed. Morgana entered and sat in a chair in the corner by the bed.
"My father." She replied. "He and Dark never get along! They just insult each other all the
time! At best they ignore each other completely. I've never seen two people more set on hating each other
than them!"
"Is that why Darkwing didn't want to come here?"
"Yes, he really doesn't come around here with me any more. And if any of my family's visiting
me, it's a sure bet I won't see him for weeks."
"Your family's nice. Why doesn't DW like them?"
"Oh he can get on with the others all right. It's father he can't stand. Every time they're near
each other it's World War 3." Raven shrugged.
"I don't get you people." Morgana laughed.
"That's because you're too damn open minded!"
"Oh yeah." Raven smirked. "I have to work on that, don't I?" She yawned and stretched and lay
back on the bed. "We all end up in the same state of perfection some day. No point in judging others
now." Raven closed her eye.
"Peaceful thoughts are rare around here." Morgana said as she stood to leave. Raven's mouth
twisted into a grin.
"Who said anything about peaceful? That law maker comes around again and I'll make myself a
new jacket out of his hide." Morgana snickered. She walked to the door and began to close it.
"So much for peaceful." She said. "My room's the first door to the left." She said before closing
the door.
"Myeah..." Raven replied lazily before drifting off to sleep. Morgana sighed as she walked to
her room. Den Starwen was a powerful man, but he was making a huge mistake by angering Raven. On
the other hand, Raven had no idea what a full scale argument between normals and monsters was like.
Morgana felt horribly guilty. She may very well have lead her best friend into a war zone.