Authors Comment: The Mighty Ducks© are owned by their appropriate writers, Disney. I am in no way profiting off of this in any way whatsoever. Though the Mighty Ducks© are owned by Disney the character, Amy, is mine. Any fan could tell you that on a dime. Anywho, enough of this legal junk, I think everybody already knows that this is just a fanfic and is being done to ease my poor mind of the burden of withholding this story within. Seriously, if I hadn't finally sat down to write it my head would have imploded. I hope that you, the reader, enjoy reading my first ever Mighty Ducks© fic. If you notice anything wrong with any of the characters or something, please contact me. I'd be more than willing to fix it. Besides, I do need the help. I've only seen so many Mighty Ducks© episodes, I never saw them all, and I only caught the ending bit to the part where the Might Ducks take down Dragaunus. This fanfic comes after the last episode ever made, which was 'To Catch a Duck.' Alright, enough of my blabbering. Onto the fanfic!

The Reality Bender

For as long as the imagination is power,

For as long as thought is able,

I am immortal.

Chapter 1, The Return…

The Raptor:

Plumes of gray smoke curled up from the flaring nostrils of Lord Dragaunus, last of the Saurian Overlords. His reptilian eyes narrowed into furious silts as he glared down upon his henchmen, Siege, Chameleon, and Wraith. The three Saurian's stood trembling before their furious Lord, terrified for what had set him off this time. They hadn't done anything to upset him, they hadn't even gone on a mission to try and take over the world yet. Not since their last defeat by the Might Ducks about eight months ago.

Siege, deciding that he, as Dragaunus' favorite, had a better chance at finding out what had irked his Lord's wrath than the other two, especially Wraith, decided to speak up. "What's the matter boss, we ain't done nothin' in a long time."

"That's exactly it you waste of scales!" Ranted out the Saurian Overlord. He turned abruptly on his heel, briskly stomping away from them, his purple garbs overlaying his battle armor flowing behind him as he walked. His arms moved about as he talked, their movements becoming jerkier as his anger continued to rise. "Nothing! We've done nothing for the past few months besides sitting at Vipertronics as we've waited for Vinnis P. Viper to repair the damage to this ship that those blasted ducks did to it!" The mighty Overlord turned back to them sharply, his aristocratic clothes twisting violently with him as he glared balefully upon his henchmen, his black eyes glittering as if on fire. It was apparent that his temper had reached its zenith. "They destroyed my dimensional gateway and ruined my plans to release our brethren from Dimensional Limbo! And what plans of revenge have we in store for them? That I have settled upon? Nothing! Eight months! No plan! No grand design! Millions of forms of punishment and torture have I laid out for them but not one that they cannot easily escape! Tell me how I'm supposed to feel!?"

"But boss," Chameleon began, the scrawny little green reptilian catching the attention of his infuriated master, "that was months ago! I thought you'd blown this all off by now! I mean, look around! With the help of Vipertronics and the drones, we've nearly repaired all the damage! Including the gateway! Now–yikes!"

Chameleon, for all of his stupidity and shortness, was quite the agile little thing. He managed to duck the powerful laser blast that Dragaunus sent his way, only senging the spikes running along the back of his armor. The frightened little Saurian didn't even bother to examine the damage but threw himself to the floor, hands on his head, and began trembling violently before his lord and master.

"That isn't the point! I want action! …I WANT REVENGE!"

"You know what they say about revenge," Wraith lamented on in his gloomy way, "it is a dish best served cold. And, seeing as how the ducks are from an ice world, I'd imagined that they can take the cold."

Dragaunus turned his death-glare upon the tall, spiny gray Saurian but didn't bother to fire, he merely growled and blew smoke at the practitioner of the ancient and dark magic of their ancestors. Striking at him, Dragaunus knew, wouldn't be the wisest of things too do, even though he hated him and his firm belief of the superiority of their ancestor's dark magics.

"What I mean," Wraith continued as he watched this Lord cautiously, gauging his temper and his movement carefully, "is that perhaps it is best not to seek to destroy the ducks out of revenge, as that would mean that whatever plan you next concoct will be ill-prepared and easily foiled."

Dragaunus's only response to this was to blow more smoke from his nostrils at Wraith. He then turned sharply on his heel once more and began pacing bad-temperedly up and down the length of his throne room, his claws clicking briskly against the metal flooring and his tail trailing heavily after him.

Wraith bent his head to one side and fell upon leaning on his gnarled staff with a single Puckworldian duck skull slammed through it at the top. His expression was thoughtful, though very disturbed as he suggested a plan that he had been mulling over for some long time. "Perhaps Lord Dragaunus, since it is apparent that we are quite beat, it is prudent of me to inform you of a device that I know of that can help us to defeat that Might Ducks wholly and completely."

To this Lord Dragaunus's temper began to wane, one of his scaly eyebrows rose to the old Saurian's proposition. "What device, Wraith? Why haven't you informed me of this before?"

"Simply because, my Lord, it is quite a dangerous weapon. Why, the person operating the thing could very well die, as it drains the life force from them to operate. At least so legends say."

Dragaunus's mood, though it had been hampered by what Wraith had just announced, was still rather quite intrigued by this mysterious device. "What exactly is this thing, Wraith? What is it called? Where is it at? …What can it do?" With each question posed the great, lumbering, red, wingless, red dragon-like Saurian advanced on the withered warlock until he was no more than a beak's breadth away, looming over the ancient, gray Saurian before him. Wraith however did not seem that intimidated, he knew well enough that his Lord was more interested than angry now.

"The weapon is known as the Reality Bender. It was created by our ancestors long ago with the use of our dark magic's…"

"Ugh!" Dragaunus sneered and turned away, once again his face contorting into one of anger and his thick red tail slashing the air in agitation. "There is no way I am using some ancient, parlor-tricked up–"

"I warn you milord," Wraith moaned on in his typical slow, drawling manner, to which once again captured Dragaunus's attention. "You should not mock your own heritage. Though the dark magic's have dwindled, they are still quite potent, as are the weapons that are fused with their dark powers."

"Wraith," Dragaunus huffed, smoke once more curling up in wisps from his nostrils, "I will never resort–"

"What other plan do you have then? Have you not already tried every other plan of yours, all involved with your technology, and lost. This once, try this. Have I not already said that I would not have mentioned this if we were not upon our last legs? The Reality Bender is a dangerous weapon, capable of creating something from nothing."

"Something…from nothing?" Dragaunus repeated slowly, curiousness and excitement beginning to overtake him as thoughts of perhaps…testing out this weapon came to mind. He turned fully back onto the old Saurian, a wicked smile beginning to curl his scaly lips. His lethal clawed fingers came together, tapping against one another in short patience while a scaly eyebrow rose once more to Wraith in complete interest as he commanded with a simple word, "Exaggerate."

"Well," lamented Wraith at his slow pace as he took his staff into both hands before him for comfort as ill-tidings of his telling of this machine began to fill his entire being. "As legends say, when the machine was built and infused with our ancestors dark magic's it was meant to be capable of altering reality itself. To rest its powers to see if it worked, Overlord Greentooth did just that, much to his later regret. As it turns out, the machine runs on the power of the wearer's own thoughts, their will... their own imagination you could say. In order to create something from nothing, they have to be able to think of it, picture it in perfect detail within their minds' eye, its purposes, its intents… Greentooth was capable of doing just that. Heh, though he did not know that his court sorcerer, Migrid, who had created the device for Greentooth, had fixed it to where the one wearing the device is little more than a slave, a power source for the machine. They themselves cannot fully use the device, as someone on the outside needs to whisper into their ears what they want done. Only then is the one strapped to it capable of creating something from nothing."

"That sounds like a lot of hocus-pocus to me!" Siege grumbled from a few feet away, his own dislike for his ancestor's dark magic's causing him to instantly despise this plan. "What's the use of using this thing if no one here is willing! No way am I hooking myself up to this Reality Bender if it means that you guys are gonna be the ones in control!"

"Neither will I." Dragaunus concluded with an air of finality about it as he eyed Wraith suspiciously. "If you had planned on taking control here, Wraith, why tell me of its flaws."

The intimidation that Dragaunus was trying to work over Wraith did not work , and the Saurian simply just stared wearily back at his master as he continued to lament in his jaded tones, "I was never against you, milord. It is simply the story of the machine. It is its only story. After all, once Migrid over exceeded in pushing Greentooth's mind too far on the machine, he nearly destroyed everything around him, and the device, supposedly, sucked the life force out of Greentooth and killed him. His body disappearing into aches forever. Once all was safe Migrid then tried to dispose of the device but found that it was indestructible and so hid it away."

"Well if he hid it, how are we supposed to use it?" Siege grumbled once again.

Wraith rolled his tired eyes towards the heavens then slowly, heavily, lifted his hand up and extended his pointer finger. The warlock began to slowly weave his hand into circles in the air and began uttering a few words of lore in a tongue of their people that had been lost for ages. Dragaunus, Siege, and Chameleon watched in deathly silence as the spell was weaved and a small little round door seemed to open out of thin air where Wraith was creating the circle with his long, bony finger. As Wraith continued on the portal grew larger and larger until it became his own height, then, with a brilliant flash of light that caused the three other Saurian's to gasp and look away, something large and heavy was brought forth into the room with a resounding clang!

Dragaunus, Siege, and Chameleon had yet to see it as they waited for their eyes to readjust, but they could feel its ominous presence within the room, and it sent shivers racing up their spines.

Once Lord Dragaunus had regained his sight he blinked a few final times and then turned onto the machine that Wraith had brought forth into the Raptor from only he knew where.

The dark device, the Reality Bender, looked something akin to a torture table, and that thought alone brought a smile to the Saurian Overlord's lips. It was forged from black and rusted crimson metal, with the table or 'bed' of the device a rotten, tarnished red. There were metal clasps to hold the person who laid onto the device in place at both the wrists, ankles, and neck while the rest for the head was a deceptively-comfortable looking rest, though the ominous needle-like devices resting at ear level dispersed any idea of comfort, not that the machine as a whole looked any bit 'nice' or 'comfy.' Above the head rest and sitting on a pair of poles meant to bring it down over the user's eyes was a sort of visor, perhaps even a further restraint meant to keep the occupant of the wicked machine from twisting and jerking their head around. Behind the bed was a massive ton of complicated machinery and gears, levers and pulleys that not even Siege though that he could understand. Wires and cables from it laced up and around to the headrest where they assumed that it fed orders and power to the headrest.

Dragaunus stared upon the vile Reality Bender with a bit of thought, then finally, slowly, a smile took over his face. "This is it then?" He spoke at length. "The Reality Bender?"

"None other." Wraith confirmed. "I found it in my youth," he further explained as he waved his hand over it, "long ago. Though I have had no use of it until now."

Dragaunus wasn't even going to bother how Wraith had pulled it onto the ship, he really didn't want to know. All that he cared about at that moment was that he had, before him, a weapon that could destroy the Might Ducks, and one of which they themselves could not destroy – ever! There was still just one problem…

The last Saurian Overlord strolled up to the device and ran his clawed fingertips over its length in appreciation, smiling wickedly as they screeched over its length, causing his allies to cringe at the noise while he said, "Though I could imagine up a thousand different deaths for those ducks, I wouldn't trust any of you to wake me from this thing once you put me under. So then," he drawled, turning a fiendish eye upon each of his minions individually. "Who will take my place?"

All three of them immediately backed away, safely out of arms reach, Wraith especially who knew, if in bit, the danger of the device.

"Err…no thanks." Siege quickly said.

"Ah…well, love to and all boss but, well, though I might have the most imagination among us I'm a bit well…heh, ya know… afraid of magic-infused-reality-altering-doomsday-devices. Hehhee." Squeaked out the small, green Chameleon.

Dragaunus's eye turned to Wraith and for once the Saurian spell caster trembled beneath his gaze. "Most certainty not! What if something was to go wrong? I would not be here to try and fix it!"

"Then who?" Dragaunus demanded as he began to loose his patience. His fist pounded down onto the bed of the machine, his anger rising at the prospect of having a plan but being unable to implement it. "I need somebody with the imaginative skill capable of bringing to life new robotic henchmen of improved power! I need somebody capable of dreaming up horrific deaths for the Mighty Ducks! Then bringing them back so I can watch it all over again! I need–"

"Oh! Oh! You need A.M. Taber!"

Dragaunus whirled upon the small Chameleon while Siege and Wraith stared upon the unfortunate Saurian with pitiless looks. "What was that?" Dragaunus inquired with a dark gleam about his sunken, fiery yellow eyes.

"A.M. Taber! She's the newest thing yet with an imagination that fans are saying is bottomless!" Chameleon repeated with the excitement and proclamation that only an announcer could give, then, as if to further illiterate upon whom he was talking about, the small shapeshifter transformed himself into the person he was talking about. Dragaunus, Siege, and Wraith clasped eyes upon a younger Earther woman in her early twenties with golden brown, curly hair tied up into a pony tail and allowed to drape down her back to her rump. Two curly strands were left to hang freely down on either side of her face. Her eyes were a dark hazel, like two black, sparkling gems, with a soft, pale face that spoke of a sort of unusual youthness about it. Shadows hung under her eyes, no make-up, but simply shadows and bags from lack of sleep and simple weariness, but despite this she till had a natural beauty about her. She was dressed in a green shirt with a brown decorative belt hanging loosely around her hips and a pair of typical blue navy pants. Her shoes were slip-on brown tennis shoes. Altogether, she had that sort of look about her that spoke of the woods. She was a rough, natural, woodsy beauty.

The shape-changed Chameleon jutted his hip out to one side and thrust his hand onto the other, supposedly, as his Saurian counterparts guessed, in the way that the Earther woman would have done. A slight smile split her face as she said in a tomboyish voice, "Hey, I'm A.M. Taber, the writer for the hit new sci-fi cartoon series and comic book called 'Everums!' As well as my fantasy cartoon show, 'Warriors of Amandore.' If your more for reading than check out my new-hit book series called 'Wansa.' I'm currently on a book-signing tour, so if ya want an autograph, come see me at Captains Comics at the Anaheim Mall, Saturday from one till three p.m.! See ya there!"

"Anaheim Mall, heh?" Siege commented as Chameleon shape changed back to his original form, grinning ear to ear as if he had just solved their problem and should be rewarded as such. "Ain't that a bit close to the Ducks place?"

"Yeah," the Chameleon said with a shrug, "But so what? We just teleport on in, bag the lady, and teleport back here! How long could that possibly take huh? The ducks aren't that quick."

"Eh, well, I guess your right… for once." Grumbled Siege as he rubbed his chin, seriously considering the plan for once. "But then we'd blow our cover! They think we've been dead these last few months!"

"Yeah and so? We were eventually going to attack them again anyway." The Chameleon said with a helpless shrug of his shoulders.

"Ah well, what the heck. I've been wantin' ta roast me some ducks for a loooong time now anyway!"

"Then get going! Take some drones!" Dragaunus snapped at the three of them and pointed off out of the room. "And don't come back until I have that woman!"

"Right-o! One writer coming up!" Chirped the Chameleon just before he teleported away.

"Don't worry boss, I'll bring the scummy woman in, in good condition too. Heheh." Then with that said, Siege disappeared, hitting the button on his own wrist-band teleporter.

Dragaunus turned his cold, hard gaze onto Wraith who simply signed and teleported away himself, wondering as he went if he had done the right thing in revealing the existence of the Reality Bender. What with the way that his bones started aching him, he didn't think so.

"I have a bad feeling about this." He gloomily reported as he, Siege, and Chameleon reappeared outside a familiar place, with the dark crimson red drones appearing behind them. Above them a sign over their heads read, 'Anaheim Mall.'