Happy holidays everyone! Wow. I wanted to get this chapter out around Christmas, because it was almost done! But my laptop would not turn on for the longest time. I freaked out and thought I was going to be unable to recover this chapter. Luckily, my laptop ended up turning on a couple days later and this chapter was not lost! :D And so now, here is the 4th chapter of my story! Enjoy!
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"Ooh, look at this!" Webby exclaimed. She then exhaled hard and a puff of hot breath clouded up into the cool air. The two ducklings had been walking for some time now. The entire journey had proved to show interesting drawings and pictures along the walls, but nothing about the treasure they were looking for.
The air had gotten considerably cooler as they journeyed. Even a bit brighter. What really stunned Dewey was the lack of traps. Perhaps they were heading the wrong way?
"Where do you suppose all the traps are?" Dewey voiced his thoughts to the girl, whom was still having fun with her breath. She stopped to think, but then shrugged.
"Beats me. Don't you think it's better this way, though? Nothing wanting to stop us from reaching the treasure. Or rather, where the treasure used to be. I don't know."
"Well, it could be that because the spear is gone, maybe the cave has nothing to protect in this general area?"
"Could be," Webby agreed. They continued to walk in silence, only stopping to take pictures of the coolest looking images. After a while more, it became increasingly cold, and both children were shivering hard.
"W-why is it so c-c-cold?" Webby asked as she rubbed her arms with her hands. She hadn't packed any sweaters because they weren't headed to the mountains. Now she wished she had. Dewey wasn't doing any better, shivering and rubbing his arms in the same way Webby was. He turned to look at her and felt bad for how much she was shivering.
"D-do you want my u-undershirt?" He managed to get out. "I-it's long sleeve. I wear it underneath my short sleeve o-one." Webby shook her head vigorously.
"N-no…..can't have you g-get colder than you already are. It's ok! I'm sure we will manage!" Dewey nodded and huddled closer to her so that they could at least have one side that would be warm.
The children walked further, and just when they could not feel their arms or legs anymore, they came to a huge boulder that looked out of place, as if blocking something. Dewey could not make any comprehensible words from how hard he was shivering, but he gave Webby a questionable look and then pointed at the rock. She shrugged.
Dewey felt the need to go in there, whatever the thing was blocking. But how? The boulder was colossal, about 50x his size. No way could he push it. But didn't mean he couldn't try. He gathered all the strength he could and pressed against the rock with all his might. As soon as his hands made contact with the stone, however, it crumbled into a billion pieces. Warm, comforting air suddenly hit their faces and warmed both ducklings from their freezing state. Blinding light also pierced their eyes, but once their eyes adjusted to the light, Dewey and Webby could not believe what they were witnessing.
"Webby…I think we found it…."
"Leave it to Dewey and Webby to ruin this trip for us. Now we won't even have time to search for the lost treasures," Louie said, annoyed.
"Are you really so worried about that?" Huey asked his brother incredulously. "Aren't you even the slightest bit worried for them?"
"Of course I am! But all the things I could have bought with that treasure after selling it! The amount of money I could save! It would help me on my way to becoming a bazillionaire!"
Huey narrowed his eyes, but then gave a small smile. This was Louie. He always tried to hide his worry when he was extremely worried by pretending he didn't care. He placed an arm around the youngest triplet in a one-armed hug. "Well don't worry, Louie. After we find our dear brother and Webby, we will go and look for the treasures! They're completely fine, I'm sure of it."
Louie said nothing but placed a hand on his brother's arm. But then, "What….what if we went to look for them on our own? We could definitely find them faster that way?"
"And give uncle Scrooge a heart attack? No way! We would get separated with no means of communication. And that would complicate things more than they should be."
Louie's shoulders sank. "Yeah…."
"Any luck, boys?" Scrooge called over to them. He was currently near a wall of caves, where he had been yelling the names of the lost ducklings into each one. Launchpad was a couple of meters further away, checking underneath fallen rocks for signs of the children.
"No! But I suggest we go in deeper into one of the caves! We won't accomplish anything just looking around and calling out in the same place!" Huey called back.
Scrooge sighed. "But there are so many diverging caves! it will take us days ta search each one by one-" He suddenly cut off as an idea came to him. "…unless…." The memory of his 'talk' with Donald a couple of weeks ago filled his memory. Donald had accused him of telling Dewey about the Spear of Selene. He hadn't actually put much thought into that until now. But how did Dewey know about the spear and that this place also had….?
Suddenly a new, vague memory filled his mind. He remembered back on the plane when he was talking with Launchpad, Huey was mentioning things about Greek mythology, but Scrooge had only half listened. Now that he recalled, he remembered the words 'Selene' and 'Artemis' and 'in the same place' all in one sentence.
So that meant Dewey had truly lied about feeling ill back in the plane, just so he could run off and go find…..And sweet Webby was always sticking near Dewey back at the mansion, where they would secretly go and do stuff together. That probably meant then that she knew Dewey was lying and so she also went to…
Scrooge had never wanted to punch himself in the face more than that exact moment.
Oh no.
"GREAT SCOTTS!" Scrooge shouted so loudly, causing small rocks to fall from the cave. Louie and Huey jumped. Launchpad yelped in surprise. Scrooge suddenly began running towards one of the caves. The ducklings and the man-child looked at each other before quickly following him.
"Oh…..my….." Webby squealed as her eyes literally sparkled. The cave was huge! And was filled with moon-like crystals everywhere that emitted a glistening light, causing a beautiful auroral effect on the smooth walls and ceiling. Even the floor seemed to be made out of the same crystal material. A circular pool of water near the center of the cave collected water that ran between the gems.
"It's sooooo beautiful!" She shouted in glee and proceeded to take pictures with her camera. Dewey was awestruck. He could not believe such a gorgeous cave could have contained what was possibly the most dangerous treasure of them all. But how it was dangerous, he still did not know.
Speaking of which, where in this huge cavern could the spear had originally been located?
"Dewey, look!" Webby exclaimed. Dewey followed where she was pointing at, and in the back of the cave, was the same headless and limbless statue that the two children had found back at the library, only more than 10 times bigger. The middle triplet assumed that it was supposed to be Selene. One thing he did notice was that this one did have arms, in a position as if it were offering something, one hand on top of the other. But it's hands were empty. That had to have been where the spear had originally resided.
"Webby…..that has got to be it…" Dewey whispered, unconsciously grabbing at his chest. Webby made an unnatural scream of excitement and the two children ran toward the statue. The girl took out her grappling hook, grabbed Dewey's hand, and grappled onto an arm of the statue. Together they were taken up to the arm. It appeared to be made of the same material as the crystals around them.
Looking down, Dewey could see they were more than 100 feet up. He then looked towards the hands of the statue and made his way there. Something fluttered in his chest. Webby followed him closely. Upon arrival to the center of the hands, both children could see that it was empty. Dewey had to admit he felt a bit disappointed. He had at least hoped that there would be something up there that would provide more clues to his mom's disappearance. Now what?
"Well, we made it this far, Webby," Dewey said, voicing his thoughts. "But…..I don't think that there are any clues here. I don't know what we can do now." He sat down on the hands in dismay. Webby looked at him sadly.
"Well, just because there isn't anything up here, doesn't mean that there isn't anything down there," she said and pointed down to the scenery below. True, all that could be seen were crystals, water, and floor, but there could be some sort of clue somewhere. Dewey peered over the edge of the hands.
"Yeah, I guess it's worth a shot," He said. Webby smiled, and grappled a crystal on the ceiling to swing down. She offered her hand to Dewey, and he accepted it. Webby prepared to jump, and Dewey did too, until he felt the same weird sensation in his chest, only stronger, telling him to remain on the hands. He unconsciously let go of Webby's hand as she jumped, which caused her to freak out and land sloppily.
"Oww…." She said as she rubbed the arm she landed on. "Dewey, what happened there? Why did you let go of my hand?"
Dewey was holding his chest when she spoke. He looked down at her. "Oh, uh, sorry! It's just…. I don't know how to explain it but, I feel like I should investigate more up here. I mean, we pretty much only climbed up and didn't look around. There could be something else on the statue."
"Ok, sure, sounds good! I'll keep looking down here then. Let me know when you want to come down here so I can grapple you down!"
The sensation came back, only this time it hurt a bit. Dewey only gave her a small smile and a thumbs up. He decided not to tell Webby too much about the sensation as long as it didn't cause him any more pain. But, why did his chest suddenly feel so weird just as he was about to get off of the statue? The feeling didn't want him to get off. But why?
He walked towards the center of the hands again, and noticed that the pain came back. The closer to the center he got, the more it hurt. As much as he wanted to pull back, however, his legs wouldn't let him. He began to panic. His body wouldn't respond to his actions, and the pain was getting unbearable. Finally, he stood back in the center of the hands.
Excruciating pain erupted in his chest and he cried out. He couldn't breathe. A bright beam of light surrounded him everywhere. He needed oxygen. He was going to pass out. He was…
Suddenly the light died down and he was standing back in the room, still on the hands of the statue. Only this time, right in front of him, was a spear. A beautiful, clear, light blue spear that outshone any crystals around it. A mysterious blue aura surrounded it as well.
"There it is!" An excited voice from down below shouted. A slightly younger looking Scrooge came into view, pointing at the spear in glee. A younger Donald followed close behind.
So did Della.
"Hahah!" Scrooge cried out loud. "I told ya we would find it!" He navigated his way around the crystals to make his way up to the statue. "Tha' Spear o' Selene! I can't believe my own Scottish eyes! So many have tried to achieve it, but most have failed! Well, not Scrooge McDuck!"
"It's beautiful…." Della gasped, in a trance. She suddenly shook her head and grimanced. "But, Uncle Scrooge. The spear of Selene is one of those treasures that are strictly forbidden to take. The most we can do is take a picture of it. Or take a picture of us in front of the statue. We shouldn't get close to it!"
"Bahh! Don't listen ta those legends from the old times. People only thought it was forbidden because it was so hard ta get to! Just remember all the skeletons we passed just ta get to here!"
"And why do you think it was so properly protected? We were just lucky to have avoided all those traps." She then smiled and looked at her brother. "Or rather, more lucky Don here broke all the traps."
"Yeah!" Donald said proudly as he caught up to them, but then, "HEY!"
Della giggled but Scrooge frowned. "If he broke all tha traps, then that means other's will have an easier access to get to it. I can't allow that ta happen! That would be unfair! Look at how far WE got!"
"At least we can say we made it this far!" The female duck said, and positioned herself in front of the statue with the spear showing. She pulled her brother and the elder duck close to her, before raising a camera facing them. "Smile!"
There was a flash of light, and a photograph immediately came out of the camera. She grabbed it, waved it around, and then observed it. She was smiling brightly, Donald was blinking, and Scrooge had a huge scowl on his face. Della laughed.
"Oh, come on uncle! Lighten up!" She gave him a playful shove. He didn't smile. "I'm sure that there are other treasures undiscovered around here. We should go and look for them instead!"
Scrooge made a whining sound. "But we are so close…It is right here….." He pointed up at the spear. "It has been talked about fer ages! Some have come so close, SO CLOSE, ta gettin' it. But all have failed. We, however, have not failed! We made it. An' if anyone else comes fer it, they have an easy access to it! Why can't we simply grab it and go?!"
Della's smile faded. "Scrooge. You KNOW what has happened to many others. There HAVE been those that actually managed to get their hands on it…and well…..terrible, terrible things happened to them. Once the spear has claimed all victims, it returns back here. Why, I don't know. Perhaps to claim more lives or it is chained down here so that no one else will suffer the consequences from reaching it."
"But just imagine how valuable this thing would be!" He then turned to his nephew. "Donald. Ya understand, right lad? Don't ya think it's best fer us ta take it?"
Donald nervously looked around while pulling at his collar. He hated being put on the spot, especially when he had to choose sides. "Um…..well…the stories of what have happened to others are very believable and true…..so….n..o?"
"But…b-but….." He looked at the treasure with extreme sadness and then sighed. "Ugh. No matter what I say, you young ones will be against me." He slumped his shoulders in defeat.
Della smiled and Donald sighed in relief. "Don't worry, uncle, there are plenty of more treasures around, perhaps even around here, that are just as valuable without the danger!" She then turned to look at Donald. "Race ya back to the main cave, Don!" Della exclaimed as she elbowed her brother. Donald scowled but then nodded. The two took off running out of the cavern, with only their echoing laughs bouncing off the walls. Scrooge turned to leave too, but he turned to look one last time back at the spear, calling out to him. The last thing Dewey saw before his vision began to fade into a flash of light was his great uncle running towards the statue, while Donald and Della's laughs still echoed around, unknowing of the current actions of their uncle Scrooge.
Dewey gasped as the white light faded again. He was met with the sensation of a violently shaking ground. Crystals on the ceilings clattered against one another and fell to the floor, shattering on impact.
"DEWEY!" Came the voice of Webby. She was staring up at him while trying to keep her balance and grapple the grappling hook to the statue so that Dewey could climb down. What in the world had just happened?
Webby launched her hook straight at the statue, but a falling crystal cut its destination short. Webby made a frustrated sound before falling over.
Dewey tried to keep his balance on the hands, but it seemed impossible to do so. Not even sitting down did he feel safe. He avoided a falling crystal before it hit him on the head.
Webby stood up and sidestepped a large chunk of crystal that almost fell on top of her. She tossed the grappling hook once more towards the statue, but once again, crystal cut its course short.
"I-I can't grapple over to you!" Webby shouted as hard as she could. Shattering crystals were making a lot of noise.
"Don—ahh! D-Don't worry, I'll find a way down!" Dewey shouted back. There was absolutely no other way he could get down from there that did not include falling.
Suddenly, the wrists of the arms began to crack and break. The hands violently lurched downwards.
"Nononononononono!" Dewey muttered as he was forced to his knees from the movement. He prayed that the wrists would not break all the way and send him tumbling several feet down. Unfortunately, his prayers were not answered, and the wrists broke. The rest of the arms crumbled into crystal dust. Dewey screamed as he was sent falling to the floor over 100 feet below him.
Webby dodged another falling crystal when she heard the loud cracking and breaking coming from above her. She gasped as she saw the falling hands coming towards her, crumbling and tossing huge chunks of crystal everywhere. She did her best to avoid all falling pieces, but unfortunately was unable to move away from a piece on time. She was struck in the head hard, knocking her out instantly. More crystal fell around her, and one huge chunk fell right onto her foot.
Everything happened so fast for Dewey, that he did not see when Webby was struck. The ground quickly approached him, and it was his shoulder that hit the ground first, before his head struck the ground with a crack.
Pain immediately blossomed in his shoulder and head area, but the hit on the head made him feel numb at the same time. His vision was blurry, his hearing was muffled, and the sensation of hot liquid falling from the side of his face was barely felt. The last thing he saw was the last of the statue crumbling into nothing, and his head hit the cold, crystalline floor.
He was going to have a heart attack, Scrooge knew it. His heart was beating like it never had before, not only from all the running. He was such an idiot for not having had noticed what was going on before. So irresponsib—
"Uncle Scrooge, WAIT!" Came the shouts from one of his nephews. He wasn't paying enough attention to distinguish which nephew it had been. But he couldn't stop. He had to get Dewey and Webby away from that cursed place. No matter how much his lungs hurt, his legs burned, and his heart ached, he needed to find them.
Some sort of strong earthquake suddenly threw Scrooge and the others off balance and onto the floor. Rock and debris fell around him. This quake felt so familiar, just like that time. After he….
Scrooge's eyes widened and he forced himself to stand through all the movement. "LAUNCHPAD!" He called over the deafening noise as he turned around. "Take tha kids back ta the plane! It's not safe here fer all o' us!"
The man-child stood up as best as he could, worry on his face. "But, Mr. McDee…"
Scrooge began to run away from them, but not before shouting back, "THAT'S AN ORDER! This place is collapsin' and I cannot risk any of ya getting' hurt! I'll find the other two and take them back to tha plane!"
Launchpad sadly looked at Scrooge before muttering something. Huey and Louie's eyes widened as they were picked up by the bigger duck. "N-No! Uncle Scrooge, wait! You can't go alone!" Louie called out, tears welling in his eyes. He was beyond frightened.
Scrooge did not call back, most likely because he did not hear him. The two children watched helplessly as the figure of their great uncle disappeared into the darkness.
"I can't find him!" Della screamed, overthrowing any object she came across. Tears were welled up in her eyes. In a basket near her, lay two ducklings, one wearing a green onesie and the other wearing a red onesie. Both had a faint red tint to their feathers, and appeared to have been struggling to breathe. They weakly cried out.
"Now, now. I'm sure he didn't go far! After all, he is only a child. A baby, at that," Scrooge murmured, a worried look in his eyes. He was looking behind all the overturned furniture.
"In this huge house of yours, he could be anywhere!"
Scrooge grimaced. Where in the world could his great-nephew have gotten to?
"Dewey! Dewey, dear, where are you?!" Della called, in hopes that the child would respond to his mother. Nothing. She looked helplessly to her uncle. What was she to do? Her sons had just gotten ill a couple of days ago after they came back from their adventuring. She found out her selfish uncle took one of the most dangerous treasures of all time, and she JUST finished arguing with him about it, until he forced her to be quiet and kicked her out of his study. She then came to collect her sons to go home until she found one of them missing, when she called out to her uncle for help…
Her eyes suddenly widened in realization, but darkened at the same time. There was no way….
She ran as fast as she could to the place her uncle kept the Spear. His "most prized possession" as he had called it.
She arrived to the room and burst in. Dewey was lying there, unconscious, barely breathing, and cold. Next to him, the Spear of Selene glowing a faint blue.
Scrooge ran in after her. "O-oh my jings…! H-how in tha world…?!"
Della quickly picked up Dewey and ran out of the room, closing the door behind her after her uncle ran out as well. She then turned to look at her uncle with the darkest, most hateful and hurt expression she had ever used. "I-I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU IT WAS DANGEROUS! IT'S KILLING YOUR GREAT NEPHEWS AND WILL GO FOR THE REST OF US NEXT! YOU JUST COULDN'T LISTEN TO ME, COULD YOU?!"
Scrooge sputtered over many words, unsure of what to say. He was shocked, and guilt was creeping up on him. Finally he said, "I….I DIDN'T KNOW! Selene's spear was never cursed in ancient times, so why-?"
"I told you over and over exactly how it became cursed. And the consequences associated with it. But you didn't listen. You never do, you crazy old fool." Tears welled up in her eyes when she looked down at the ducking in her arms. His breathing was still weak and his skin was still cold but it was slightly warmer than before. Della shook her head. "Now what can we do? It's impossible to stop the spear from taking the lives of those it has claimed as its own….."
Scrooge didn't know what to do or say, so he just stood there with a pitiful expression. Eventually, he inched closer to her and said, "Perhaps, takin' tha spear far far away an' leavin' it there will—" But she cut him off again by shaking her head hard.
"It doesn't work like that. From what I have heard, many have tried. But it always comes back," She sobbed. But in the middle of a sob, she suddenly cut off. "Unless." She murmured so low her uncle didn't hear. New tears welled up in her eyes and they fell faster than before. She turned to look at each of her sons in thought, then up at her uncle with huge glassy eyes. Scrooge thought he saw some sort of fear in them. She suddenly stood up.
"I'm taking my sons home now. I'm going to go put them to bed and see if Donald can watch them while I come and collect the rest of my stuff." She said in a very calm voice.
"O-okay…..what about tha spear?" Scrooge asked, concerned for the sudden change in her voice.
"That can be decided tomorrow. We can come up with a plan after I have explained everything to Donald."
"Ya aren't really gonna tell Donald about the spear, are ya?" Scrooge asked, now worried. "He doesn't need ta know. We can resolve this and everythin' will be back ta normal."
Della said nothing in response. She put Dewey in the basket with his other two brothers and picked it up. It had begun to rain outside so she placed a water-resistant cloth over it. She then opened the door that lead to the outside of the mansion. "I'll be back for the rest of my…..stuff in about an hour. If Huey, Dewey, and Louie die because of the treasure, you'll have three funerals you will need to pay for. That is, if it doesn't get to you first."
She then left and closed the door. Scrooge had never felt so cold and alone in all his life.
His head hurt. Everything hurt. He was so sleepy.
The middle triplet opened his eyes. The auroral shine that was once emitted by the crystals was now gone. There were no longer any sounds of running water anymore, only drips here and there. He was in the darkness. It was cold.
Dewey tried his best to sit up, despite feeling intense pain everywhere. His shoulder screamed at him to stop moving, but he forced himself. Eventually, he sat up rather awkwardly. Crystal dust filled his nose, causing him to cough for a moment. The warm liquid was still running down his face, but at a slower pace. By the taste of it, Dewey could tell it was blood.
"W-webby?" He managed to gasp out. Gosh, he was so cold and sleepy. Had he gotten a concussion? He remembered when Louie got a concussion about three months prior to that day. He had been so sleepy and confused after he got hit in the head hard. Donald had forced him to stay awake, saying something about falling deep into a coma if he went to sleep. But Huey had said otherwise, that sleep was necessary to help the brain recover. But he couldn't remember who was right. The memory was so hazy.
He got no response from the girl, so he looked around, squinting in the dark. The double vision he had was not helping. Eventually, he spotted her a couple of feet away from him and he slowly pushed his way over to her.
Dewey noticed that she was bleeding a bit from her head as well. Perhaps she had gotten struck by a piece of falling crystal. Luckily it didn't appear to be too severe, and the blue shirted duckling was in no condition to administer care.
A crystalline rock was on top of Webby's right webbed foot. No doubt it had gotten crushed, and most likely broken. With all the strength he could muster, Dewey pushed the rock off of her foot. His vision threatened to go completely black after that.
He was so tired.
He backed up against the wall near the girl duckling and leaned against the cool, smooth surface. He glanced over at what used to be the entrance of the cave, now covered with small and large crystals. His brothers had no idea where they were. His uncle Scrooge didn't know either. Nor Launchpad. Nor Mrs. Beakley.
Nor his Uncle Donald.
Dewey gave a small laugh. Despite only being 10 years old, he was old enough to know what was going on. He knew what was going to happen.
They were going to die here.
And it had been all his fault. But he was too tired to cry.
His eyelids began to droop.
Suddenly, the cave violently shook briefly, causing Dewey's eyes to snap open. Smaller crystals showered down from the ceiling, none falling close enough to hit them.
No. He shouldn't sleep. He couldn't. Despite whether or not sleeping would put him in another coma, he didn't care. But he had to protect Webby from any other falling rocks or danger.
But no matter how hard he really wanted to try to stay awake, sleep kept pulling him in. He rested the back of his head against the cool wall and began closing his eyes again.
"It's ok," A voice said.
"….hunh?" Dewey murmured, opening his eyes a bit more. He noticed a pair of orange feet standing in the dim light in front of him. That was all he could see, as he didn't have the strength to look up any further.
"Go to sleep, honey," The voice spoke again.
It couldn't be…..
"Don't worry, Dewey. I will protect the both of you so that nothing may happen. He is on his way."
"…m….om…..?"
"Shhhhhh. It's ok. Rest. You'll be safe soon."
He felt the sensation of a warm hand brush up against his cheek feathers. It was so warm and loving, that caused a single tear to form in his eye and roll down his other cheek. The other hand brushed the top of his head in a caressing manner. The sensation caused his eyelids to droop even more. He was so tired.
He felt himself begin to slide down the wall sideways. The hand never left the side of his face, and it guided his head slowly towards the ground. Just as his head touched the ground, he looked up, and could barely make out the outline of someone in the darkness.
There were suddenly a bunch of sounds coming from somewhere, but Dewey couldn't tell what they were. They could have been more falling rocks, ready to crush him. But he didn't care. He simply wanted to close his eyes.
"D…..don't leave me….." Dewey whispered, eyes just about completely closed. Another hand just as warm as the first touched the other side of his face, The sounds stopped.
"Mom….."
His eyes completely closed.
"Dewey!"
The hands on his face were no longer warm. They were cold, and were shaking him awake.
"DEWEY!"
The voice of his Uncle Donald rang through his head, causing him to open his eyes quickly. His dull eyes could just barely make out the outline of his uncle in the darkness. Where was his mom?
"Un…cle…Don….a….?" Dewey was fading again, but was quickly brought back to consciousness through quick taps on his cheek.
"Dewey, stay with me. Come onnnn!" Came the panicked voice of the adult duck. Another quake sent the cave rumbling violently. Donald quacked in panic and picked up his nephew. He then walked over to Webby, and picked her up as best as he could. They needed to get out of there fast.
He made it past the entrance he had made by removing some of the crystals that had blocked the door. But there was no way he would be able to move fast while carrying two children.
As he rounded a corner, he almost crashed into his uncle Scrooge. Scrooge's eyes widened at the sight of Donald and the wounded children. Before he could question what had happened, or how Donald was there, Donald shoved Webby into Scrooge's hands.
"We need to get out of here! This place is going to fall apart!" He shouted. Donald was beyond furious at his uncle for bringing his nephews to such a place. And even more so for letting two of the children get hurt. But it was no time and place for arguing. All that could be dealt with once they got home.
Dewey couldn't remain awake for a second more as he was carried away from Selene's cave. But before he closed his eyes completely, he glanced at the 'entrance' to the Selene cave, and a single figure wearing a brown leather jacket and goggles stood there, before the hallway leading to the cave collapsed, and blocked the figure from sight.
Gosh….just how many times am I gonna torture Dewey like that? I can't help it, he is my favorite! XD We are about halfway through the story, perhaps another 3 chapters to go! Depending on how the future is, I may just make other stories centering on the other ducklings, but they would definitely be shorter than this one!
Also, sorry if you are a big fan of the other characters like Huey and Louie and I haven't included them much, but I will possibly include them more in the next chapter! :)
Thanks everyone who reviewed, favorited, followed, or simply read the chapter/story! Really means so so so much to me! Next chappie will be up next year ;D Have a Happy New Year everyone! Here's to 2018! :D