“We come in peace asking for your help, we are of the Morfean race. We were once a great race of spies but now we are weak and have become slaves to the highest bidder. We were once the greatest of the shape shifting races, able to copy any living thing down to its very DNA allowing us to learn their langue and anything else they knew. But hundreds of years of research has left us weak, it has taken our abilities, we can no longer copy races as before and the forms we can now take only last for a few hours at best before we revert to our natural form. We need your help please will you help us?” The boy looked at them still smiling “I will help anyway I can, it is now my duty as part of The Brothers Will to help anyone in need of help. Just tell me what I can do and I will do my best to help.”
The two looked at each other then back at the boy and spoke. “We need a sample of your DNA; it may be our only hope of repairing the damage that has been done to our own DNA over the centuries.” The boy looked on at them with a smile and asked one question “Do you have a way of collecting the sample?” The two looked at each other, seeming to reach into each other’s bodies, they removing two small black cases from their chest. They opened them one contained a strange needle like device and the other healed four small empty glass vials, they took one of the vials and inserted it into the back of the needle device. As they did the boy put his arm out so they could draw some of his blood, they inserted the needle into his arm and filled the four vials with blood. As the removed the needle from his arm the small hole the needle left vanished the instant the needle was removed, not even one drop of blood came out before it could heal.
The two Morfeans then looked at one another, the one with the needle still holding a vial of blood in it, smiled and injected itself with a quick jab. “What are you doing?” asked the boy; as he did the Morfean that injected itself fell to the ground. Then a loud screaming noise came from the creature as its body began to warp and become more and more misshapen with every second, as it did the other Morfean spoke. “His body is rejecting your DNA, it seems as though your DNA is to strong it’s taking him over, and it’s going to kill him.” The boy looked at the warping creature on the floor, “Is there anything you can do to save him?”
There was a pause before the Morfean spoke. “There’s only one thing I can do to save him, but it stands a chance of not working.” The boy looked up quickly and spoke “hurry and try it, is there anything I can do to help please tell me.”