Disclaimer: I want to give credit where credit is due. I don't own Ducktales or it's characters, nor did I create any of the headcannons I borrowed. Only the story and a few OCs are mine.

It had all started like any other adventure. Dewey was bounding ahead bursting with excitement, Webby right by his side. Huey was reading something from his precious guidebook. Uncle Scrooge was regailing them with some story about how this artifact had once belonged to some wise king. And Louie was mostly just along for the ride.

They had reached a large and mostly empty chamber when Webby let out an excited squeal. Louie jumped before managing to regain his relaxed appearance. Apparently there was some intricately carved dead language on the walls. Webby and Scrooge poured over it.

"What's it say?" Dewey was never particularly patient when it came to this kind of thing.

"It seems to be talking about some sort of a... Soul reflector? What do you think Uncle Scrooge?" Webby asked, as she turned to look at the old adventurer.

"Somthin' like that, Aye. Although perhaps Soul Mirror is a better translation." He responded, sounding deep in thought.

"Cool! Wait! What if we have to fight our soul selves to get to the treasure? What color do you think my soul is?" Dewey asked excitedly.

"I don't really think that's how this works." Huey said shaking his head.

Louie was getting board, what he really wanted to be doing was searching for treasure. Instead, they'd spent a good 20 minutes staring at a wall with ancient chicken scratch try to figure out how some dumb Soul Mirror worked.

Wandering deeper into the large chamber, he looked around for anything that might give him some clues to where treasure was hidden.

Huey, noting that Louie was getting kind of far away, went to go check on his brother and remind home to be careful. Huey may have only been a little bit older than his brothers (3 seconds), but he still made it his job to look after them.

While Louie had yet to see anything really useful, he did find an oddly shaped stone. Sapphire if he had to guess. It's carving held a lot of detail, and although Louie couldn't quite make out what animal it was supposed to be, he guessed that it would be worth a pretty penny online.

As he put the statuette into his pocket, Huey approached, with Dewey hot on his heels.

Before Huey could lecture him about wandering off on his own, Dewey was pushing past Louie to inspect the wall.

"Guys look! I think it's a secret door." Dewey said, already searching for a way to open the door. Huey, ever the sensible one, said:

"We should tell Uncle Scrooge about..."

"GOT IT!" Dewey cheered. He pushed on the door, nothing happened.

Disappointed, Dewey tried again. He put all his strength into it, but still the door remained where it was.

"Stupid thing!" Dewey kicked the door. He yelped. Huey inspected the door as Dewey tried to rub the pain away.

"It looks like you need some sort of key to open it." Huey said as he gestured to a small socket in the door.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Dewey said, and began to search the immediate area. Huey too began to look. Louie offered a simple:

"I'll keep an eye on the door, just in case." It was met with eye rolling and grumbled acceptance. Then it struck him, the stone. He still had it in his pocket. After a quick glance to check that his brothers were still occupied, he slipped the stone out. He'd see if it fit the opening, if it didn't then his brothers didn't need to know that he had it, if it did fit he'd have been the one to find it. It was a win win scenario.

It slid into place with a click. The door began to rumble and started sliding inwards. Louie backed away.

"Uh, guys?" They hurried to join him. "Maybe we should get Uncle Scrooge."

Huey nodded, looking wide eyed as the door seemed to disappear behind a ripple of what looked like water. The liquid was pale blue and shimmery. Moving like waves in a gentle breeze. The strangest thing was that the water seemed contained in the doorway.

"Woah." Dewey breathed, reaching out a hand to touch the watery stuff. Huey yanked him back.

"Junior Woodchuck rule #64 'When dealing with the unknown, proceed with caution.' Besides we should probably let Uncle Scrooge and Webby know where we are, Webby would be pretty mad at us if we found the Soul Mirror and didn't tell her." Dewey huffed and crossed his arms, but didn't make another move towards the door. Louie was going to count that as a win.

Louie turned to go back, only to run into Huey, who apparently had moved to stand behind him. The youngest duck stumbled and fell backwards. Huey scrambled to try and grab him, Managing to catch his sleeve. For a few precious seconds, Louie was leaning precariously close the the rippling doorway. The with a loud rip, the hoodie sleeve gave way.

Right before his head endeared the water, Louie caught a glimpse of Huey and Dewey making a mad grab for him. Then everything was muffled and bright and Louie couldn't see. He could feel something pulling on his arm, as something else was pulling on his foot. Keeping him from being completely swallowed by the blinding blue.

He could breath, so it wasn't water. And for a second he was a little calmer. But then he tried to move, and he couldn't. Louie tried to squash down the panic. No, no, no, no, no! Not like this! He shut his eyes tightly, not that it made much difference. Focus on breathing. That's it. Just breathe. He told himself.

He couldn't be sure, but it felt like he was sinking in the stuff now. If it hadn't been so terrifying it would have been almost pleasantly silent.

Harsh ripples ran through the stuff and Louie felt the rest of his body being sucked in. With startling clarity, he realized that he could be dying. Boy he really hopped not.

Rational thoughts got harder and harder. He was slipping into unconciousnes. He stopped panicking, and began to just drift.