Canard wasn't able to return home until nearly the crack of dawn, he had a number of shallow cuts over his body and only a broken arm. Not a bad condition to be in after such a night, and the arm was already casted and on its way to healing as was the same for the rest of his injuries.

Upon arriving he had slept but not for very long, this one night had changed so much for Canard. The history that became legend and fiction, was now absolutely true. The Saurians had been real, maybe the rest was real? Maybe there had been such thing as a duck named Drake DuCain, a mask, an empire a rebellion.

The biggest question tugging at his mind was, could there be more? More Saurians possible of coming back, and could they be stopped before it was too late.

The events of last night kept flashing in his head, how terrified he had been when first confronted by such an impossible and terrifying being. It seemed stupid now the way he just stood there, it was a bit unsettling to him that he had let that happen. Could it ever happen again? Wildwing needed him and he froze, and it was leaving serious doubt in his mind.

A newly found fear of letting his best friend down, freezing again when someone needed him most, when his homeworld needed him most? Ok maybe they would have done fine if he had failed that night, would have been able to defeat this ancient beast, maybe easily with the right weapons? It did look weakened from its many years of imprisonment. But still he winced to think about all the other lives there that night, had things gotten out of hand it would have been much too long until anyone useful would come.

...

Wildwing kept a vigilant watch on his friend and everything going on around them as he crawled silently onto a thin but seemingly sturdy overturned piece of foundation, the golden duck strained to read the important instructions on the other side of the cavern. They were both nervous, even though they were a good distance up (still not nearly enough) and hidden by the rocks and rubble around them for cover, but they had all but lost sight of the creature they had released down bellow. Wildwing saw glimpses and quick flashes of the purple glow in the darkness beneath them, but it only made him worry more.

Canard was doing his best to decipher everything he could, mostly the drawings, the writing was to old and was never taught to him, maybe someone somewhere could decipher it but not anyone here. Oh man this really was a long shot.

The illustrations were actually in good condition and the pictures seemed quite detailed but… he feared he might over simplify it. This inscription seemed to be explaining a spell or some kind of magic. An area in which Canard had no knowledge of, but he understood it was rumored that the Saurians had great dark magic, it seemed silly then but now… it was all too real.

They had to do this now right? Who else could they turn to in time to stop such a thing. He was doing his best but things weren't particularly going very well, if magic was easy for ducks they'd all be wizards, but it seemed they'd need a third party source if they wanted to be casting any so called 'spells'. Some kind of magic tool or object, perhaps a crystal or orb of sorts?

Canard finished absorbing all he could from the inscriptions, and crawled back to the other. "All right this isn't going to be easy." Canard whispered as the two shuffled back further into the rubble and shadows.

"Well I didn't expect this was going to be anything but." Wildwing spoke back. "Do we even have… whatever it is we need to do this?"

Canard nervously fidgeted for a moment "no… no I don't think so. " was canards hesitant answer. Wildwing shot his friend a wild look, but before he could comment, Canard was not yet out of ideas.. "No, I don't think so, and even if we did I admit, I would have absolutely no idea how to create something like this." Especially not with using the equivalent of a picture book, Canard thought.

"We're not going to make something new, maybe we can rather fix something old." he finished. Wildwing seemed to grasp the train of thought in which his golden friend was going. "We're going to fix the old prison." he stated out of clarity, as if presenting the idea to himself.

"That would be the idea." Canard muttered leaning back into a more comfortable thinking spot. "But let me guess we have to get it first." the white fowl taking the words right out the others mouth.

Canard groaned a bit stressed for there only worsening situation. So much could go wrong, was this even worth it, maybe they should just run? Find Nosedive, save everyone else they could and get help. At this point he wasn't even sure he could pull such a plan off.

"But how are we supposed to get anything with a mess of zombies in the way and a necromancing monster down there?" Wildwing continued the thought process he assumed his friend was currently working on.

"Wildwing…" Canard stirred from his leaning position to better intimately communicate with his friend. "You know I'd never make you do anything like this if you didn't want too, and everyone else maybe we...we..."

"No!" Wildwing couldn't help but interrupt, Canard was doing the right thing and he trusted him as a leader, a good leader. There was no way he'd leave him behind or his side, Wildwing was feeling much better about his friend's mental state right now. The incident earlier was probably nothing more than a fluke a one time weakness under these abnormal circumstances he told himself.

But all he knew was he really needed his pal to be as strong and confident as he usually seemed and was right now. If someone like Canard couldn't keep it together, then what were the chances of a duck like him to be able to do so? Besides, by now Wildwing had grasped that simply leaving what they've unleashed to do puck knows what, wasn't happening or a good idea.

"No… I'll do whatever you need me to do." Wildwing portraying all the courage he could muster. "Like you said, the corpses here are old, this thing is week for now and if it gets out where pretty much screwed. I'll do whatever you need me to do and we'll fix this thing, like you always do." Canard was a bit put off at first, but found a comforting smile warm over his face. "I assume you have a plan?" Wildwing asked kindly at his friends reaction.

"Of Course but, we might actually need more help…" he took one last look into the darkness below, "we should probably catch up with some team mates of ours."

...

By the time Canard and wildwing had managed to find there way back to Droon and Trodd it was in a sea of familiar but uneasy faces, arguing noise bounced around the cave. Most of which wasn't actually coming from the two team mates themselves but between the pair of siblings apparently getting more and more irked with each other. It was noticeably uncomfortable no one wanting to get between the large Glide and the tiny Puck.

Canard was actually extremely happy to see Glide had joined them down below, the same reaction Droon and Trodd had first had, because no grave robber was gonna mess with a big guy like Glide, nope! But the fighting was beginning to weigh at the enthusiasm of having the older and easily angered brother around. At least it was directed at the younger fowl and not the two older ducks supposedly responsible for taking care of him for the night.

As soon as a blond duckling was in the certain sight of an older brother, Wildwing all but bolted to him. Though his greeting mixed between the joyful reunion and an upset scolding. Canard gave the two youngest ducks an accusing glare, it wasn't too harsh but definitely told them they were in trouble, which Glide seemed to thoroughly approve of. Their arrival seemed to bring in some refreshing peace for the meanwhile, to everyone's relief.

Canard had been rehearsing the best way to recruit his team mates for the job, as it was a bit of a story to buy. Trying to let everyone catch up and maybe settle down first before dropping the Saurians monster bomb on everyone. This wasn't going to be the easiest of conversations.

But things ended up going much different than Canards rehearsal.

...

Canard winced remembering how easily everyone was willing to believe him as the evidence had finally caught up with them. An army of the undead was coming for them, and that's all the proof they needed.

Laying on his bed, he was still a bit flush and dizzy from the painkillers he was given after his trip to the hospital. His reactions were slow at registering the series of knocks at his door.

To be continued…