A middle aged, Latina duck came into the room, her short brown hair coiled back, with one strand of hair down her face. Her midnight black judges robe, swishing along side her in graceful steps as in her left hand, she held a file, that read, highly profiled.

Photographers snapped quick photos of the judge inside the court room as many reporters belted out questions over a trial that wasn't even in session just yet.

"Your honor? Who do you believe is responsible?"

No response...

"Your honor? Will you seek the death penalty?

No response...

"Your honor? What is your stance on this case? Did you get first dibs since it's highly profiled and because of your seniority?"

No response...

Such inappropriate questions to any judge in her opinion

She took small steps up to her seat and sat down, with a gavel in hand. An officer approached her and whispered something in her ear. She whispered something back and nodded her head. He shook his head in agreement and went out running to the large double doors.

Coming in was a duck in very bright and fluorescent orange jumpsuit that he could be mistaken for an actual orange sunset. His hands were cuffed to his back and his face beaten with smudges of purple on his eye. Two guards held him until they got to the desk, where a lawyer awaits him, a crowd of witnesses and publicity.

"All rise," boomed the loud voice of the bailiff The entire courtroom went silent and everyone except the judge stood on their feet.

"The Duckburg Supreme Court is now in session. With the Honorable Judge Maria Antonia Magdalena Aldonsa Cabrera presiding. Everyone may be seated."

As everyone sat down, Judge Cabrera began to open the new file and with her fingers scanned the charges and information obtained and used for the trial.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for the Kingdom of Duckburg vs Louie Duck. Are both sides ready to present."

"Ready to defend your honor."

"Ready for prosecution your honor."

Judge Cabrera nodded and began "Sir, you are charged of grand theft and understand all possible punishments, including death penalty that may be given. There may be a plea bargain if you plead guilty. Is this aware?"

"Yes your honor." Louie said, in a low voice.

The trials have begun...

Trials are a tedious and a ridiculously long progress, depending on the crime, witnesses, year, judge, whether there is a jury or not (it was a judge's court) and the willingness of the accused. People bustling in and out of the room, in dark business suits and pulling out files and pictures. Giving testimonies against Louie Duck. No one was coming to his defense. Not even his lawyer, knowing this is going to fail and that Louie is doomed.

Judge Cabrera listened patiently and took in every single word to the witnesses, mainly guards, officers, and palace workers, who were there at the scene.

Finally, it was Louie's turn. He went to the stand, gave the oath of truth and sat down.

"Okay..."

"Silence," boomed the judge. "I didn't ask anything. Now, did you or did you not take the crown."

"Okay, I did, but the Beagle Boys are also responsible for this!! Look..." Louie said, his voice mixed. "I'm sorry that happened. I didn't think this through... I thought... Thought that..."

"Oh young man, you don't say sorry to me. Say sorry to her."

The doors hesitantly opened as an older woman walked into the court room. All bowed their heads as she walked past them. All the courtroom heard were the clicks of her low two inch heels and her breathing.

"To take the stand, Her Majesty, The Queen."

The Queen nodded as she took her place on the podium and looked around the room, her gray eyes scanning. Soon, she looked down towards Louie, her eyes now gaunt.

"Your majesty..." Louie bowed. "I can explain."

"No need to young man." She snipped in curtly. "I know that crown was only a prize in your eyes. A prize that you can merely cash in for millions of dollars. Yes, go ahead and take it. Take it where it has no meaning to anyone else..."

"Your..."

"The value doesn't mean anything to me. It was a present. A present for when my granddaughter comes home. A memory of her mother and all her family..." Bentina sighed as she gave a heavy shake of her head. "I have no other words to say your honor."

Judge Cabrera nodded as she silently consoled the woman. She stared blankly ahead and called for her own verdict.

"Louie Duck. You are charged with grand theft. The court puts you on death row with one day of last requests. All dismissed."

"Wait! Please! I want a retrial!! I need to say ... Get your hands off me!!! She's in trouble!!" Louie yelled as he struggled to move his hands, but a group of three guards held to him and placed a bright yellow wristband onto him that yelled death row.

For the rest of that evening, Louie was distraught. He was walked to a newer cell where members of death row were placed in, but there was nobody else there.

As guards passed though more cells, Louie noticed three beagles in bright prison jumpsuits and they all stared down at the floor.

Louie snarled as he dashed from his guards and ran towards the cell, banging its metal frame.

"Why'd you do that?" He yelled as he shook the bars heavily. "Where did you find us? What happened to Webby!"

"You got it coming Louie." Big Time barked. "Magica helped and now Webby is safe where she belongs."

"Magica?" Louie whispered, puzzled until he was thrown back by the guards and placed him in heavier restraints.

"Wait! Webby!!!"

It was back where she started. To her room and safe bed, as always.

Webby sat on the edge of her bed, stroking her hair as the long, detailed braids by Agnes, were now in small, curly waves. Her eyes focused on her hands.

"Finally. The way it was." Magica said as she placed the last hair tie on the nightstand.

Webby just merely nodded as her eyes laid on her lap

Magica noticed this and sighed loudly.

"Come now Webbigail. I told you this. The world is dangerous and cruel. That boy only tore and broke your heart. He tore it away and burned it at stake. Be happy that you have a nice and secure home. Far from torture and heart break."

Webby looked up as her eyes were watery. Magica crossed her hands.

"Webbigail. I tried to warn you. I warned that there's bad things out there. Things you aren't prepared for. Be grateful that I was there to help you. I'm just... Just... That I might lose you."

Webby only nodded as she sniffed.

"That boy took you for granted. He looked at you and saw an opportunity. One that he can take in and crush it piece by piece." Magica whispered.

Webby looked up at her aunt and Magica gave a small, yet forced smile.

"Cheer up. You're finally home. I'll go and make you a hamburger. I have the recipe down now."

Webby gave a watery smile and Magica began to walk out of the room.

After hearing the footsteps fade, Webby laid back on her bed and sighed shakily.

"Webs?" Lena asked, above her. "Are you okay?"

"No," Webby said flatly. "Magica was right. She was right, right, right. We live in a cold and dark world where people and Louie's are all liars and there's nothing good in the world at all."

Lena pursed her beak in pity and sighed. "Are you sure?"

"What do you mean by that?" Webby said, a tear slipping down. "All those experiences, moments, and everything else. What did it all mean?"

"Webby. I understand where you're at, but think about it. You were happy in those moments. Magica free."

"Yeah. Until he ruined it."

"Look, he really cared about you. I may have not liked him much, but he was really caring in his own way."

Webby wiped her eyes and scoffed. "Yeah, really caring when he sold me off to the Beagles."

Lena opened her beak, but closed it, knowing her friend had a good point, but it seemed weird that he would sell Webby off like that.

The long haired duck closed her eyes as her mind drifted off towards those moments from the past few days. Meeting Agnes, the pastries, the dance, the fireworks and dust, the..."

No. No. She can't think that. Louie ruined it. He betrayed her and left her for dead. Dead for the Beagle Boys to pick up.

Webby felt a small piece of paper from her back skirt. She took it out and saw it was the magazine photo of the crowned princess. She gave a small smile as she saw the strangers familiar face. Like it was her own.

In the pocket, she pulled out a small handkerchief and looked at the embroidered lily on the silk.

She began to lay them out as she let her eyes fantasize about what the princess was like. Perhaps daring, bold, and unique. Her tiara glistening like the handkerchief.

Webby sat up, looking at her handkerchief and stroked it briefly as she looked at the crown on the lady's head. They looked so similar...

Just like her... Their physical appearance was so uncanny that Webby can't let it slide. It wasn't a coincidence. She lily, the resemblance...

Webby looked up and now realize how she didn't look like Magica. Sure, she was her aunt, but they should share something right? Maybe their eyes? Hair?

Nothing. Not even in personality.

She wondered...

No. It's a silly and useless thought. She's her aunt after all...

Webby began to stoke the photo as she sighed in resignation.

"Webbigail, I was wondering if you would..."

Magica opened the door and her heart automatically stopped at the sight of her niece and what was held in her hand. She ran over and swiped the photo out of the young duck's hands.

Magica's brow furrowed in anger as she shot a death glare to the girl.

"Where did you find this?" Magica said, clenching her teeth in fury.

"Give it back!" Webby yelled, but Magica lifted her staff and shot Webby with a blast of magic that left the young lady on the floor, merciless.

Webby wiggled around and tried to maneuver out of the purple grasp, but failed miserably.

"Answer me when I ask a question," Magica snarled as she waved the picture furiously. "Where did you find this?"

"A magazine! The library! That woman looks like me! I was curious!" Webby screamed.

Magica looked at her "niece" and back at the crowned princess. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the two.

"I see." Magica said, as she folded the paper. "Have you made any conclusions yet?"

"Conclusions?" Webby asked, visibly confused. "I don't..."

"Oh come now Webbigail. You're already a smart girl. Perhaps you'll figure it out... Eventually..."

"Figure out?..." But before Webby was able to say anything else, her beak was clamped shut and she internally and tried to externally scream for help, but there was no use.

"Sleep well my dear." Magica cooed softly. "You'll figure this out..." And with that, she gave a small chant and that made Webby's eyes close and her body numb.

A/N: This took longer than expected... I'm not really great at court scenes, so I had to go off of the internet and mock trial scripts. Yeah, sorry this took so long. I had a sophomore crisis and haven't felt like writing much. I'm not giving up. I'm still here and writing.