Disclaimer: Disney own the ducks. As of right now, I only own Aurora, might be more original characters in the future, but only her.

A.N. a short prologue for a story that just popped into my head. I wanted to get feedback for what people thought of this and if I should continue it or not. I don't know, so I'm posting it. Thanks for taking the time to read this!

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-Prologue-

Aurora lowered herself in her seat when the teacher looked around to call on someone. She hated school, especially social studies. She felt it was unfair to have that be one of the 2 subjects that every high school person has to have all 4 years.

She thanked her lucky stars everyday that she only had two years left of it all, and then she could go off and be what she really wanted to be. A dancer.

She had gotten accepted to Eden Hall on a full athletic scholarship, a Basketball scholarship. She stood at about 5'10", making her a good competitor for the basketball girls. Even though she had gotten there on a basketball scholarship, she was able to join the dance team at the school, Steps.

Soon the bell began to ring and Aurora got up and followed the rest of the students out of the classroom.

Adam Banks walked into his social studies class and sat in his assigned seat. He hated social studies just as much as the next guy, maybe more. It wasn't that he wasn't good at it, he was, he just didn't understand the reason— 'Oo, what's this?' Adam thought to himself. He picked up a black sketchbook from the floor. He placed it on his desk after observing that there was no name written on the covers. He opened the cover after scanning the area around him, with his eyes, to make sure no one was watching him. He looked down at the first page. There was a sketch of a girl sitting at a desk with a pencil in hand, writing or drawing something down into the notebook in front of her. He flipped the page over and noticed the date the picture was drawn scribbled in neat handwriting. He was surprised to see the year had been dated as more than 6 ago.

He flipped through the book, stopping on every occasional page to just stare and take in the lifelike features the pictures held. He made sure to check every date. The person was a magnificent artist. Most pictures were of people dancing, but as the dates got closer to the present time, they turned into sports. Girls playing basketball, boys playing baseball, and boys and girls playing hockey.

He stopped short on one page. The boy in the picture was playing hockey, his helmet on so you couldn't see his face, he played in a team USA jersey. Adam looked at the sleeve of the jersey, #99. The back of the person's jersey showed faintly in the reflecting wall of the ice rink. He read the name quietly, 'Banks.' He was in this person's mind long enough for them to draw a picture of him; he was in this amazing artist's sketchbook.

He flipped to the back cover without stopping to look at any of the drawings, he had to find out who the artist was. Soon he got to the back and found a name. 'Aurora Danielson, A.D.' Underneath the name was a phone number and an address. Both of which Adam made up his mind, he would try to contact to be able to meet the girl of the drawings. Aurora.