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lorewytch · 5 years

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Clashing Destiny?!

As per @akozuheiwa and @holydramon Here it is! (Dies) the scene that somehow became much more than I thought it would be. I was sure I would do a page and half of stuff and it ended up being like 5 pages of one freaking scene...(flails!) Oh and for those interested, yes those OCs I made up on the fly sooo they aren’t canon at all XD I thought of how many name puns or jokes I could come up with bird and or dragon names. Isla and Leith are supposedly Scottish names I found. Please tell me what you think. Also this was lightly edited by myself so I may go back and fix a few things before posting the official story XD I hope you enjoy.

ANYWAYS: Here is one random scene from the coming up fanfic that may end up being titled “Clashing Destiny”

Scrooge took one step within the dark and dank room. He swallowed hard, the air was thick and musty and cold. He could see his breath as he slowly approached something within the middle of the room. Bringing his flashlight up, he glided it towards the middle of the room and the light illuminated a table made of stone. It was fragmented and covered in moss. It seemed as if everything in the room was decaying.

The only thing that looked pristine was what lay on the ancient table.

A book.

Curious, Scrooge raised an eyebrow and approached it hesitantly. Upon closer inspection the old tome had five jewels encrusted on the worn, black leather cover. Each jewel had a different color, black, white, blue, red and green.

“What in blazes…” Scrooge muttered.

A wind erupted within the room, slamming the cover of the book open. The sound of paper fluttering and flipping was the only thing he could hear as he covered his eyes with his arm.

Finally, the fluttering stopped and slowly Scrooge lowered his arm. He walked closer to the book and flashing the light upon the page, he read the words that would change everything.

“The Curse of Clan McDuck…”

The teens were sneaking within the dusty and old halls of Castle McDuck. At this time the boys were taking turns telling Webby about the last time they came here and found secret passageways. Webby of course squealed like a fan girl and was all over the place. Going from one painting to the next, she took pictures and documented everything she saw. Dewey had to pull her away and keep her on track. They weren’t just there to sightsee. But to get into some serious mischief.

With Huey and Louie leading the way. The green clad duck holding the flashlight and Huey holding a map of the old building, they continued onward. Ever guarding suits of armor, old clan flags; torn and weathered paintings of relatives long since passed, artifacts galore lined the walls as they continued their adventure into the heart of the castle. The deepest, darkest places that they weren’t even sure the owners ever lingered.

It was down some rusting, iron circular stairway and past the servant’s kitchen, down the hallway that didn’t seem to be cleaned in at least 100 years that they found a strange looking door. It was layered with cobwebs and dust. While the others were made of wood with more or less modern door knobs there was a strange door at the end of the hallway. Painted all in black and was made on pure hand welded iron. Rivets dotted it along with a door handle that might break if touched. All four kids glanced at each other with nervous grins.

“So, are we all in agreement we want to find out what is behind door number one?” Dewey grinned with a dramatic flair of his arms.

“There could be gold..” Louie was already rubbing his hands together.

“Or it could be an ancient library!” Huey’s and Webby’s eyes shone at this.

“Or adventureeeee!” Dewey grabbed the handle forcefully and pulled.

The door slid open an inch.

A pause.

“I see someones been working out.” Louie replied snidely.

Narrowing his eyes at his brother, Dewey pulled harder, sweat pouring down his face as he strained and moved in another few inches.

Sighing, Huey grabbed an edge of the door. “Were gonna be here all day, everyone help pull.”

With all four pushing and pulling they managed to open it enough to slip inside. The room lit up as they walked inside and instantly all four beaks dropped.

“Woahhhh” All four said in unison.

“TREASURE!” Louie whooped and jumped into a pile of golden artifacts nearby.

Huey was instantly by a bookshelf of ancient looking books. He touched them all, eyes shining with glee.

Dewey ran over to an old fashioned guillotine.

“Oooo Fancy.” He commented and looked for things to chop up. Taking selfies and posing with the deadly device, he suddenly spotted something else. Swords.

Picking up one with an especially jewel encrusted hilt, he held up with a grin. “Hey Webs! We should totally-“ he blinked as he saw Webby was no longer in sight.

“Webs?”

Running over to his brothers he glanced around. “Guys have you seen Webby?”

Huey glanced around. “She was just here a second ago..”

Louie popped up. “I think I saw her go near that ladder to the second floor..” Sure enough, above them was a balcony encircling the walls made of wooden banisters. From his view, Dewey could see bookcases.

He saw a flash of pink and purple.

“Webby!”

Momentarily forgetting their loot, the brothers climbed up the ladder to the slightly rotten second floor of the room.

The vaulted ceiling made it easier to walk around since they wouldn’t need to crouch. Scanning the upper floor, he saw Webby at the opposite end, her back to them.

Dewey grinned, relieved that she seemed okay. Leading his brothers along the one person pathway against the right wall he ran towards her. Once they reached her though, they knew something was off.

Webby hadn’t even noticed them. Instead she seemed transfixed with something before her.

“Webby?” Dewey’s voice sounded worried.

“Webs what are you looking at?” Louie glanced around her shoulder.

Before them within a glass case was a rusting necklace. It looked as if it was made of pewter and hand crafted. The amulet had a crudely made star and within the middle was an opal. The dark color of the opal gave Louie a bad feeling, yet flashes of bright orange, reds and greens made him curious.

Within the glass case was also a torn piece of parchment with fancy handwritten letters written upon it. However, he couldn’t read it.

“What is that?”

Huey studied it a bit. “…Sumerian? Or Gaelic I’m honestly not sure.” He confessed. “Whatever it is, I can’t read it.”

“Who can?” Dewey asked. Huey and Louie’s eyes drifted to Webby who was slowly reaching a hand out towards the pendant.

When her fingers brushed the glass casing, it shattered.

Scrooge studied the words upon the book carefully. “I fear I have no time left. I must write these heartbreaking words to let the future generations of the McDuck clans know the terrifying truth of what my brother has done. I fear he has done something that canna be undone and aye only hope those in the future can somehow dispel this curse upon our clan. Leith McDuck and I, Isla McDuck were only simple farmers. We had a falling out with the rest of clan McDuck and were more or less outcasts from the family because of conflicting opinions. I couldn’t stand Leith living out there alone, so I came with him.

Little did I know that what his true purpose was.”

“Leith! Leith!” A red haired girl, clad in several layers of skirts stumbled after her brother.

Leith’s own red locks were tied back neatly and as he glanced back at his sister, he let out a sigh.

“Isla..can you at least act more lady-like while running? You will never attract a man that way.”

Isla raised an eyebrow at her brother. Hands on her hips, she almost dared him to continue that sentence.

He swallowed a lump in his throat and turned back, continuing to walk. She followed after him.

“Where are you going? It’s going to get dark soon. You shouldn’t be out.”

“Who are you? Mom?” Leith snapped.

“No, but I am your sister.” Isla rebutted. Grabbing his ponytail, she started to drag him back. Quacking and flailing his limbs, Leith tried to escape his sassy sisters hold but knew it was futile.

Groaning, he decided he didn’t have a choice. “Fine! I’m going on a lead to find us some money!”

Isla stopped. “Money?”

Leith pouted, crossing his arms. “You ruined the surprise..”

“And how perchance are we going to acquire this money?” Isla inquired.

“Have you been reading books again?” Leith eyed her.

“Please don’t tell me you are doing something shady again.” Isla prayed. “After that debacle with the fake bouncing potion..”

“It was real I tell you! Those confound it bears were too fast for me to steal it!” Leith pouted again while Isla looked at her brother with a seriously worried expression.

“Just…don’t tell me its something like that..” Isla finished.

Leith sighed. “On my word dear sister, it is not like that.” He stared into her eyes.

Staring back, she looked for any shred of falsehood. But could find none.

Releasing her brother’s hair she sighed and crossed her arms. “So..what kind of deal is this?” She inquired.

“You know Rory?”

“Rory Bitterness?” Isla raised an eyebrow.

“Aye, he has gotten in contact with an Alchemist..” Leith’s eyes sparkled.

Isla groaned. “Leith….no…I said no more of that magic stuff!”

“This isn’t magic Isla!” Leith’s arms opened wide. “He assured me, this is pure science.”

“Science…” Isla repeated, not convinced.

“Aye! This is it, a spell to turn things to gold!” He took her hand in his and smiled brightly. “We can finally live the way we want!” he laughed and picked her up by the waist and spun her around. “Imagine it Isla! Father and Mother will have to believe in me and my dreams!”

Finding herself laughing a bit at her brothers antics, it was hard not to go with the flow with his rather silly dreaming. “Oh Leith.” She smiled slightly.

“Please Isla, let me do this…this won’t only just help me. Do you want father to come back and take you away to marry some old fat nobleman in his 50s?”

Isla glanced away, closing her eyes. Sighing, she managed a smile. “Okay, go. I’ll be here. Maybe I can go visit Skye Crane while you are gone.”

Leith rolled his eyes a bit. “You and that crazy lady. I swear she’s the definition of a witch. And you say I’m conniving with demons.”

She gave her brother a wicked grin. “You have your sins, and I have mine..”

“As it turned out, letting my brother go that was the biggest mistake of my life.” Scrooge read, within his mind he was trying to recall the names of Isla and Leith. But his mind was blank.

“When he returned, he spoke of talking with a dragon alchemist. He was so excited and brandished a strange looking golden object. It was a mirror and he stated anything reflected within it could be turned to gold.” Scrooge gave a “pah” at this.

“This Leith sounds like a mighty gullible fellow.” He muttered.

“Of course, it was too good to be true. We tried many times to make it work. It was useless and while Leith gave into his anger, I offered to see if someone wished to buy it.”

“Who would buy this useless piece of junk?!” Leith growled and smashed the mirror into the floor.

“And that’s when it all began.”

Webby’s eyes began to glow a bright white and she spoke in a weird tongue none of the triplets recognized. The boys were yelping and trying to avoid the flying glass, Dewey having a tight hold on her arm. “Webby!” He shouted over the loud noise that was engulfing the room.

“What is she saying?!” Louie shouted to Huey who simply shrugged his shoulders.

“Webby stop!” Dewey tried to pull her away.

Her arm was outstretched, reaching for the pendant which seemed to be glowing with energy. Her fingers were nearly brushing the metal, when the boys seemed to realize that maybe this was a really bad idea.

All three grabbed their sister and tried to yank her away from the pendant. But a strange burst of wind knocked them off their feet and the trio tumbled in a heap behind her.

Mindlessly, fourteen year old Webbigail Vanderquack reached out. Her hands grasping around the pendant.

The opal shattered.

“At first, we noticed strange things here or there missing.” Scrooge read, completely absorbed within the tome.

“Then we realized something was very wrong when we both had similar dreams. A strange being was always there. He had the face of deer skull, deep red eyes and had a black mass that he could change at will for a body. He called himself Antaurus, he called himself a god but we knew better.

Skye confirmed our worse fears, she had ‘the sight’. She saw nothing but danger and death if we continued to deal with Antaurus. At first, we all thought we could defeat him on our own. We got together with Rory and the Alchemist, Slysten Dragster was his name. He gave us several magical items to dispel this monster, this demon.

But everything failed, and the demon grew more powerful. Feeding off our negativity and fear, he soon materialized in flesh and blood.

And that was when everything went to heck..literally.”

Leith, Isla, Rory and Skye stood before the home. Floating above them, laughing maniacally was Antaurus. The demonic figure swept up to Skye.

“I see that you have something very fascinating for your eyes. I might just take them for my own!” With a swipe of his hand across her eyes, Skye’s vision went black.

“NO!” She screamed, falling to her knees and clutching at her now sightless eyes.

“Skye!” Isla ran to her friend, kneeling next to her and holding her.

Rory growled and swung an axe at the demon. It simply passed through the astral being and grabbing Rory’s red mop of a head, the beast raised him to eye level. Cursing at the demon with every foul word he could muster, Rory was swinging and fighting with everything he had.

Leith took this chance and grasped onto a magical whip and flung it towards the demon. It wrapped around Antaurus’ arm. But the demon merely smirked.

“I see this one has quite the Mouth on him.” Swiping his hand across the others mouth, Rory went to yell at the monster again, only silence answered his plea.

Giving a horrified expression, Leith yanked the whip with everything he had and the demon released Rory. Wrapping his arm around the whip, the demon yanked back, sending an unprepared Leith to the ground. Glaring up harshly, he quickly got to his feet and tried to kick and punch the monster that he had unleashed upon them all. None of his hits connected obviously, but he couldn’t risk this monster going after Isla next. Grasping Leith by the neck, Antaurus smirked and spoke with Rory’s voice.

“And you are too energetic for your own good dear Leith.” He chuckled. “I would very much like that Body of yours.” Antaurus raised his arm.

“NO!” Isla yelled and got up, running as fast as her skirts could allow her and knocked into her brother, sending them both of the demons grasp and tumbling to the earth. She grasped onto her brothers arm and dragged him. They were running now. Running for their lives.

Hand in hand, the brother and sister ran. Leith chanced a look behind him and paled. The demon was approaching them rapidly from behind. Knowing they couldn’t outrun him, Leith knocked Isla to the ground as Antaurus swept over them, floating down just inches from their heads.

Before Leith could get up, he was yanked up and a hand quickly swept over his legs. Shocked, Leith could only fall to the ground as he was released. And before his eyes the demon grew legs with webbed feet.

“Leith!” Isla cried out and grasped her brother, he could no longer feel his legs and lay there pathetically.

“Isla! Get away!” Leith positioned himself in front of his sister. Even if he could no longer fight, no longer run he could buy her some time. He knew the monster would come for her next.

“Ah yes, the little sister.” He reached out for her, Isla closing her eyes and cringing in fear.

But as his fingers brushed her hair, a spark of light made him yank his hand back at an alarming rate. “Magic?!” He growled. “But how?”

Confused, Isla opened her eyes and glanced at what she was clutching in her hand. Her mother’s pendant.

A pendant of a star, for her to always remember that her mother was gazing down at her from the starry sky. The white opal within the center seemed to sparkle.

“Isla!” Skye’s voice called from behind her and she spotted Rory helping Skye to where Isla is.

The demon growled and approached the siblings with ill intent. “I should smother out this light as soon as possible.”

“Not today!” Skye whispered some ancient incantations which threw the demon back. Holding up a hand, Skye formed a ball of pure blue energy within her grasp.

Thrusting it out, the ball exploded into some kind of sticky sap which temporarily stuck the demon to the tree.

Taking this time, Rory led her to Isla who was looking frazzled and worried about everyone around her.

“Skye are you okay?!” She whispered frantically to her friend, her heart hurting because of her current state.

“You ARE a witch?” was Leith’s dumfounded question.

Rory rolled his eyes.

Skye smiled a bit. “I’ll be fine, and sorry I didn’t tell you guys.” She weakly chuckled. “It’s not something that should be known in the open.” A growl alerted her attention at Antaurus who was quickly pulling himself free.

“Listen, Isla, you have to listen to me.” She looked deep within her best friends eyes with her unseeing ones. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you were special. You have light within you.”

“Light?” Isla whispered.

Nodding, Skye turned to where she thought she heard Antaurus.”Which means, we can win.” She handed her friend a piece of paper. “Repeat that spell.” Slowly she began to stand up, forming more magic within her hands. “It’s the only way to stop this demon.”

Antaurus finally burst free from his confines and came at them full force.

Even blind, Skye thrust out magical blasts like they were nothing. Quite a few didn’t hit, but it was enough to slow him down. “Now Isla!!!”

Fumbling with the piece of paper, Isla glared at Antaurus. “Forge the light within my soul alone, Steal his senses and lock him away in stone!” She repeated this as he growled, knocking Skye away into Rory.

Continuing to repeat, she soon lost sight of everything around her as she began to glow. Leith was still lying before her, holding himself up with his arms and half protecting, half gazing up in awe as his sister literally levitated in the air!

“Forge the light within my soul!” Isla’s voice rang firm, the crystal around her neck pulsing with light and blasted at the demon.

“Steal his senses!” She growled, Antaurus let out a wail as his voice as well as Rory’s were taken, as well as Skyes and his sight and Leith’s legs.

The being before them writhed in agony at having his senses stolen, forming into five crystals that spun around Isla.

“And lock him away in stone!” Her voice echoed. A bright light exploded from the opal on her necklace.

All of them watched in awe as Antaurus was swept up in a in a black orb and absorbed within the opal.

Gasping, the glow in Isla’s eyes faded and she fell to the ground, Rory just managing to catch her before she hurt herself.

“We did it!” was Skye’s laughing yell.

Rory went to say something, but nothing came out.

“Wait…”

Leith tried to stand.

Skye opened her eyes.

They hadn’t gotten their senses back.

“While we may had won the war, the damage had been done.” Scrooge closed his eyes painfully. “When Skye studied the stone she had some ominous news. Antaurus was not defeated. In fact, in a dream he had given her a prophecy that chilled us all to the bone. The Prophecy goes as thus:

In a mere five one thousands I will return

When the moon is black and burnt.

I will seek revenge against McDuck the clan

And steal what is mine as according to plan

Four from the clan will stand in my way

But I will destroy them within a day

The one with the book will lose their sight

The one with the inner strength will lose their body

The one with the skills will lose their voice.”

The last sentence made Scrooge’s heart stop.

“The one to inherit the light will be consumed by shadows.”

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