A Rewritten Family Historyy

again great episode and I just want to say that there are definitely some elements of this arch of the series that I'm taking into consideration as I edit my outline most notably the fact that PenPad and FenDrake were going to be noted beta ships to DelRo however instead I'm going DrakePad and Fenton...well I'm not spoiling who I have in mind to pair him with instead I'll hint that it isn't Gandra (I'm still lost as to if/how I'm fitting her into this verse)

Chapter specific notes: Maybe I wasn't digging deep enough to research the details on Donald's magic use in various media (I have heard that in Kingdom Hearts he wields magic but I couldn't find any details of it) so it turned into a cop out of oh yea, Dewey TOTALLY over exaggerated things….also there is a scene in this chapter that 'could' come off as self harm even though as you read on it's not my intention at all so giving a trigger warning to cover my bases

October 2001:

Donald had been sitting on the foot of his cot strumming his guitar as a young parrot stood in his doorway arms crossed.

"Come on Donald where's your sense of adventure."

Hitting a chord, the duck simply shook his head as he looked up toward his new friend.

"In a world far far away from campus Zé," he said with a sigh thinking that the whole appeal of going away to a university instead of continuing on with correspondence courses was to take a well needed breather from his Uncle's eccentric adventures.

So, technically a hike on a clearly marked trail wasn't anything like the incredible journeys he'd go on with his uncle and sister however there was a reason that he had lasted less than a year in the Junior Woodchucks and that was because him and the outdoors were like oil and water. Though college was a time for reinvention and perhaps the fresh air could clear his head and help him gain some inspiration for his composition assignment.

"Fine, I'll go on the hike with you."

They had made it halfway up the trail when the sky opened up and rain began to fall from it like a waterfall. José thankfully always carried his trusty umbrella. His friend had joked, at least Donald assumed he'd been joking as he said it had magical properties however the only property the duck had witnessed it having thus far was it being a functional fashion accessory. The umbrella had helped to keep the duo dry moving forward however as the rain continued to fall the trail kept getting muddier becoming more dangerous. Thankfully they had managed to find a small cave that was made well enough to hunker down in until the storm passed.

"It's starting to get dark," Donald observed.

"Si," José spoke, "thankfully I packed extra provisions so maybe we spend the night just to be safe?"

Donald shrugged back his shoulders as he pulled out his phone checking for bars in the hopes to let their other friend Panchito know where they were as he thought to himself that this wasn't the adventure he signed up for.

"Anything?" José asked, checking his own phone.

"Nope," Donald replied as they reentered the cave letting out a sigh wondering if a search party would show up to rescue them even though they weren't in harm's way. Then again, with his luck there was a good chance that a bear or coyote or something would find their way home only to be met with house crashers.

"Trail Mix?" José asked holding out a bag causing Donald to shrug before taking it however suddenly out of the corner of his eye something drew in his attention.

Tossing a handful of the mixture into his mouth, the duck soon turned toward his friend.

"You wouldn't happen to have a flashlight would you Zé?"

The parrot nodded his head tossing the tool toward his friend who proceeded to move deeper and deeper back into the cave.

Donald had wanted to escape the perilous adventures he'd faced with his Uncle Scrooge however perhaps it was a family blessing...or curse that no matter where a member of the family went adventure would follow.

He had soon spotted what he had been drawn to like a moth to a flame. A geode shining a sparkling light in the darkening cave. It surely was a phenomenon of nature after all this wasn't some treacherous temple or some cursed cavern and his dorm room could use a bit of decor. Carefully reaching out he picked up the object and from then on his life was changed.

It had been a couple of days since the party and Donald had no charters on the books for the day due to it being his son's actual birthday. The plan was to meet up with Gyro and most likely Della once the boys were out of school for some celebratory skee ball at Funzo's however in the meantime he'd been standing in the living room area of his row house with Lena.

"So," the young girl had said placing her hand on her hip, "If you know a bit of magic how come you didn't fight blow for blow with my aunt."

Donald let out a long and lingering sigh as he shrugged back his shoulders slowly shaking his head.

"Because, my son likes to over exaggerate things."

He watched as Lena let out a huff. It was clear that the teen had disbelief over the fact that he could practice magic and while what he had wasn't as glamorous as what she'd been used to he really wanted to prove her wrong.

"Hold out your hand," Donald soon instructed as Lena raised her brow pondering for a moment before doing as she was told. Crossing the room, he picked up a pair of scissors from a nearby table and gave the palm of the other duck's hand a small slice.

Watching as she jumped back at his actions, he soon noticed a small pool of blood beginning to form on her hand.

"What the!" Lena exclaimed as she began to use her magic to heal her wound before giving Donald and icy glare, "I thought this was supposed to be a safe space, I didn't think that you'd attack me."

Donald nodded. That was fair, and with the hand that Lena had been dealt he really wanted to gain her trust. The wound on her hand had easily healed through her own means and as he wondered for a moment if she would retaliate by tossing a blast of her magic at him he soon decided to simply take the scissors and slice his own hand.

"What is wrong with you!," Lena replied with a frantic tone crossing the room to get closer to Donald, a purple orb beginning to form in her hands.

"Wait," Donald replied as he watched as the blood began to pool before reaching out with his free hand to grab a stone that had a bit of an iridescent sparkle to it from his pocket holding it over his hand.

"Now Watch."

"Might as well," Lena replied with a shrug.

Donald smiled back as they both watched as the blood began to crystallize and the wound began to heal itself.

"I found a healing crystal in a cave freshman year of college, that's it, that's my deep dark magical secret."

Donald watched as Lena let out a laugh and soon he began to laugh along with her.

"Well, at least this place is less intimidating than that stuffy mansion and more homely then the motel I was living in." Lena replied as she flopped down on the couch.

"It does have it's charm," Donald replied with a smile as he pushed aside a throw pillow and took a seat beside her, "and it's your home for as long as you want it to be."

"Gee thanks Mr. Duck."

Letting out another chuckle Donald shook his head.

"Please, call me Donald, makes me sound old."

He watched the young girl give him a thumbs up she soon spoke.

"So, now what?"

"Well, I CAN help you control your impulses to keep your magic contained, that wasn't over exaggerated."

Donald watched as once more Lena simply raised her brow clearly curious as to what he meant by things this time.

"We are both emotional people, you have your wild magic and me...well I'm a bit of a hot head."

Looking at another shocked look on the girl's face it took him a moment to realize that she hadn't bore witness as of yet to his infamous bouts of rage even when he had a few outbursts during the events of what the family and media had dubbed the Shadow War.

"I can teach you some calming breathing exercises, or music...Dewey mentioned the two of you 'jamming out'"

All Lena needed to do was give the older Duck a silent nod for him to realize she was down for whatever methods he might throw at her.

"Just as long as you don't pull any more stunts with scissors."

"I Promise," Donald replied with a smile as he stood up to start heading for the kitchen to grab them something but not before looking back over his shoulder to her. There was still a lot to unpack about Lena DeSpell but one of the things that was for certain was that the girl had potential, plus for the most part she could understand him which was definitely an added bonus in his book. This was going to be an interesting arrangement as it had always been just him and Dewey, well and the occasional couch surfing from his cousin Feathry however he kind of couldn't wait to see how things unfolded.