The sun was at a mid setting, pink and purple painting the sky as blue was fighting for a place as well. It was hazy, peaceful, and relaxed. It's the perfect setting for down time, social hour, and a small picnic.

"Wow! Look at the sky." Webby remarked, taking a small bite of her chocolate chip cookie. "I've never seen anything radiant like that in my life."

The four went to the center where they sat in the same spot they were earlier.

"Wait until you see the fireworks and when they turn to dust." Agnes said, also gazing at the sky. "Once it's dark, the dust will paint the sky. All the colors imaginable. It's like you're in a portrait."

Webby gave a sigh. Imagining what Agnes said and could almost see it herself. Up close and even touching it as well.

"Excited Webs?" Lena asked.

"More than ever." Webby replied, giving a smile as she shook Lena.

Dawn turned to dusk as the sun began to set. Crowds of people began to purchase light wands, light up toys, dust, and flags as they all headed out in large crowds towards a large palace.

"I better go." Agnes said, standing up. "Apparently, we're short on guards and someone asked what we should do. I'm going to have to ask every available guard out there to help out. Including myself."

"Awwww." Webby said, a bit sad. "Thanks Agnes. Thanks for everything you did today. I owe you one."

Agnes blushed. "You don't have to do that Webby. Just have a good time and make sure Louie here doesn't get into trouble."

Louie glared at her but it wasn't as hard. It was playful and not a death stare.

"See ya Louie. Try not to get captured tomorrow." She said, jabbing him in the arm.

"Haha Captain, I'm counting on it." He replied.

Agnes gave a smile and ran towards the crowd.

"I'm going to miss Agnes. She is pretty protective." Webby said, looking at her until she was just a speck.

Louie smiled Webby turned her attention towards him.

"So... Should we follow the crowd? See where they're heading?" She asked.

Louie paused for a moment and shook his head while replying, "No."

Webby started to get puzzled. "But I thought that...

"Yes, we are going to see the fireworks. But no, we are not going to the crowd dear Pinky." Louie said.

"Then where?" Lena asked.

"Hurry and follow." Louie said as he ran south and the girls followed him.

"Watch your step... There we go." Louie said as they headed out towards the forest, near territory where Webby was familiar with.

Freshly grown grass was at the bottom, as Webby sat down. An ocean was about 35 feet away from them as the air hit everyone fresh.

"The view here is amazing!" Webby said as she glanced at the outskirts of the city. Lights were on in amazing patterns as the palace was beautiful, made of fine marble and stones. It towered over like a cherished temple as the buildings are the loyal subjects.

"Yeah, it very pretty out here. No one can disturb you and you get a clear view of Duckburg from here." Lena said, also admiring the view with her friend.

The sun was riding low as midnight blue graced the sky as bright stars enhanced the view. Small waves came close to the shore as it gave a sense of serenity and peace.

Webby was now at least 2 feet in water as she kicked her legs in the ocean, the water running through her legs and her braid in her hands.

She walked away and looked straight ahead. No fireworks or any particle of dust anywhere.

"How much longer?" Webby asked as she came back to shore.

"It shouldn't be long." Louie said as he looked to the sky, but without a phone, he doesn't know what time it is and the show could start in a minute or in an hour.

Webby nodded but she couldn't help but let her face like a wave to the sea. Dark and distant from the outside world where she was currently in. The long haired lass sat down on the sandy grass and let her fingers dance on the grains of sand.

Louie noticed this peculiar behavior and began to sit down next to her.

"Hey Pinky," he said, touching her right shoulder. "Are you good?"

"Yeah." Webby said numbly. "It's just... Nevermind. It's stupid."

Louie began to scoot closer as his eyes were wide with patience and calmness.

"Talk." He said, patting her shoulder.

Webby smiled as she looked at him and then towards the sky

"It's just, I've been staring outside a more than 70 foot tower for 18 years. After I see the fireworks. What will happen now? What will Aunt Magica think of me after this if she finds out? What will happen to me? What's the point now that I've seen everything?"

"No you haven't seen everything." Louie said. "That's the beauty of chasing. You go to new places. Meet new people. You make your way around." He paused. "You know, I used to hate it."

"You mean this isn't it?" Webby asked, her eyes gleaming. "I don't want this to end yet..."

"Pinky... Ignore what your aunt said about the world. It's not all that bad. Sure, there is no point of sugar coating that there's some bad people but go out. See the world." Louie said.

"But why would I?" Webby asked, wiping an eye. "With all the good and bad..."

"That's for you to find out." He said, giving a small smile. "You go out there and see for yourself."

Webby gave a small smile as she looked up towards the sky, waiting for the moment she has always anticipated, happen.

A tea cup met the saucer as a drop of tea slid down and met the saucer. A plate of biscuits were beside it and a half eaten one was placed beside the fully golden pastries.

A lady sat in a seat. Her graying hair coiled tightly in a bun as she adorned thick glasses on the bridge of her beak. Her eyes grey were neutral as she looked at her nightly tea.

In the room, it is colored a cream like gold as pictures adorned the walls and dressers

First, there were home photographs in black and white of the lady as a child, posed with her parents. Then, as she grew older, there were more home photos of the family and then, she had a child, a little girl with big brown eyes and little white curls.

There were happier memories. Happier times. The lady smiled as she touched a photo of her daughter, dressed in Royal attire, her fingers lingered a bit longer.

Soon, she came to another photo of her and a small duckling in her arms. The baby gazing at her as the lady looked down. Her finger in the little one's closed fist.

On the right showed an age progression of the baby, now eighteen. Her big blue eyes and white hair at her shoulders...

"Webbigail." She said, a sad smile etched on her face. "Happy Birthday my dear. You're finally an adult... Now eighteen."

Eighteen years robbed from her. Of those eighteen years, her dear granddaughter would've been by her side. Would have she been like her daughter, Miranda? Out going, daring, and caring; willing to meet new people? Or perhaps her son-in-law William? Timid yet strong willed; like a book? Or her, the granny? Secretive, a boss, and poised like the actual spy?

She will never know. Webbigail was taken from her arms from that blasted witch. Magica took the child from her own house and heaven knows where she is!

"Dear." She said, looking at the baby photo. "I promise I will find you. Even if it takes me another long 18 years, so be it. I promise."

A knock came to the door and it slowly opened.

"Bentina, Your majesty. The court is ready." A butler said, his face expressionless. " The dust is ready."

"Thank you Duckworth." She said and gave one last longing look at the picture of her granddaughter and stepped out of the room.

Bentina grabbed a Lily from a vase and walked out to her balcony where a sea of people met her and applauded. The lady merely nodded and went back inside and walked up a flight of stairs to the rooftop of the palace. A group of people met her as they bowed and murmured their condolences.

"Let's start up shall we?" She said, putting on a pair of goggles and ear plugs. Out from her pockets, was a box of matches and she stroked a match on the rough side of the box.

A flame came and Bentina crouched down and a firework sizzled and soon erupted into the sky.

Boom

Crash

Rumble

One by one, more erupted from the peak as the citizens below waved flags and toys in the air. Many began to throw dust in the air, colors flying around and landing on the people but the majority going into the air.

Soon, as the first fireworks died out, they began to sizzle again, and turned into powder that seemed light in the air.

Colors flew around in neon, dark, and bright colors. It seemed like the heavens above granted them this gift and they were giving more than they can imagine.

Bentina smiled at the scene. It was much more huge than the other celebrations from previous years. She touched it, dust painted her hand multiple colors and then touched the her Lily in her palm.

I'll find you my dear.