Once, in a kingdom long forgotten, were three princes. Their job was to retain harmony in the kingdom for as long as they shall reign, shall it be long or short.The brothers loved each other to the core, supporting each other in every single way, but they were so... Different. Especially the youngest.
The youngest, Louie Duck, was a cunning, dashing young man who always had to play the card up his sleeve. He conned from any person whom had money, riches, inheritance or anything concerning money or treasure for this matter. He was a shifty operator.
His brothers, Huey and Dewey tried to get him out of this habit but as much as Louie tried, he simply can't get away. This desire had already gotten to him. Making it an everyday ritual for him.
One dark and lethargic night, came a knock at the door. As Prince Louie opened the door, there was an old peddler crow. Her feathers and clothes drenched in water. Her features were mixed as only one eye looked up at him as the other went out into space. Her nose was hooked, her lips were puffed and swelled. She was shivering head to toe as her breaths came out raspy.
"Please good sir! Grant me sanctuary! I beg you!" She cried as she looked up to Louie."Uhhhh why?" He asked."Louie! Let her in! She'll freeze to death out there!" His brother, Huey cried as he came down the stairs.
"No no. Let him decide." The lady said, still shivering."Louie! Don't be so mean! Let her in!" Dewey yelled as well.
"Please!" She said, her good eye looking at him. "As a token, I'll give you this rose."Louie looked at the old woman and the rose. While the rose was beautiful, even with the thick thorns, he can't stand the old lady and her features. They were too ghastly for his point of view.
"Well good bye! Find somewhere else to live!" Louie said and with that, he shut the door behind. Abandoning the woman."Louie!" His brothers yelled."Hey I'm sorry! She was freaking me! Her eye was weird, the nose was crooked, and her voice was so scratchy!" Louie complained.
"But that was no reason to kick her out! She can die out there! Now go open the door and invite her back!" Huey said, commanding his younger brother.Louie groaned but as he opened the door, there was no more old scary lady.
A beautiful goddess now took her place. Her billowing black locks floated in the air as her skirts gently waved in the breezed. She hovered above the brothers, her arms wide open.
Louie kneeled on one knee as he looked up in awe."My! Please forgive me ma'am! If I had know it was you, I would have let you in!" Louie cried.
"Oh nice going." Dewey said."I don't need excuses." The goddess said, her voice silencing the halls. Maids and their butler Duckworth looked to see the racket of a noise.
"You have proven your selfishness and cruelty to others. Fortunately, your brothers haven't so they shall receive a small penance. You, unfortunately, have sinned greatly. As punishment, you shall turn into a monster. With your feathers turned bloody red and horns come from your skull. The only way to break the spell is that someone caring enough is willing to love you the way you are and not only for looks.
"Please don't! I promise to change!" Louie cried but it twas too late. His feather began to turn dark red with light stripes, his teeth turned into daggers and black, prominent horns also grew. A tail whipped out behind him.
"No! Louie!" Huey yelled but he began to shrink in size and turn into a miniature grandfather clock.
Dewey began to groan as he became a golden candelabra, with candles sticking up like his hair. The maids and servants began turning into furniture like dusters, books, arm chairs, and other household items and for Duckworth, he turned into a ghost.
"Until you learn to love," the goddess started, "You shall stay like this until your 18th birthday! Until then, you, your brothers, family, and staff shall stay like this. He shall remain a beast and everyone as the way they are right now. The only way to tell the time, is the rose I'd offered. Until the last rose petal falls on his birthday, the curse has done it's job."
Louie plead with her, but she ignored his cry. Within thin air, she had disappeared.
Years later, the kingdom had fell into despair and many of the people had left to relocate. When they left, the castle was considered abandoned, left with a monster inside. Oh how right they were.
Louie mainly stayed in his room, excluding himself from the outside, from his staff, and his past life. His brothers tried to help him, but it was no use. It was a deep state of depression that Louie couldn't handle. Soon, that depression turned into anger.
Bitter, cruel, anger.
Nothing was there anymore, nothing was great. the only thing that was beautiful in the palace, was the single rose.
000
Down in the city of Duckburg, was a usual day. The bakery was open, businesses were negotiating, kids went to school. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
A young lady of 18 walked down the streets of Duckburg. Her white hair tamed back in a ponytail by a pink bow only with a sliver of a stray hair in disarray on the side. She wore a royal purple skirt that danced around her knees and a pink blouse that the sleeves ended at her elbows accompanied by a leather bound book in her hands, obviously reading it.
"Oh look there she goes. That girl. The Vanderquack girl. Reading a book and her brown backpack strapped to her again." When a whisper on the streets
The Vanderquack girl, just shrugged as she looked up and stopped at the light.
A group of people began to whisper. "Look there she goes, that girl's who strange!"
"But special! Can't you even tell?" Said a another.
"I heard she doesn't take part of any crowd!" Went a police officer.
"Well because her head's up on some cloud!"
Honestly, there was no denying that she was just a funny girl. Odd to this society. That Webbigail Vanderquack.
At last, she came to the town library, it was huge, all the books to her hearts content. Full of mysteries and secrets she can figure out. Only she because unfortunately, no one else was interested in books like her, or at least her favorite in genre.
"Morning Ralph!" Webby said to the policeman on duty as she began to wipe her library card until she realized it was the wrong way... Again.
Webby began to walk down the sections of the library until she came down to the Grand hall is of the library
"Hey Quackfaster! Anything new today?" Webby asked.
The librarian on duty, Quackfaster peered at the girl. Ah yes, the one who never left her alone.
"Nothing yet. You're an odd lady aren't you? Not chasing any boys around?" Quackfaster asked.
Webby shook her head. "Nah. Not interested. They're just not my type." Finally she took three books of chemistry, two ritual magic, and (the rare genre she chooses) a romance novel.
"Well Miss Vanderquack, you have checked these out multiple times."
"Yeah." Webby said sheepishly. "They're just my favorites! Chemical reactions of alkaline metals! A spiritual ritual of the dead! A former prince in disguise!..."
"Fine, you may have them instead. If you love them so much." Quackfaster said.
"But Quackfaster!" Webby protested.
"I insist you take them." Quackfaster said. "Unless you don't want them."
Webby nodded as she took the now her books.
"Thank you!" Webby said as she exited the building. People watched her.
"Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar!" One librarian said
"Is she really feeling well?" A driver asked.
"She really has a far off look!" A babysitter exclaimed.
"But her nose is just stuck in a book!" The child explained.
Webby Vanderquack was really a puzzle to Duckburg. No one really understands her. No matter how much they actually try.
"Why! It's no wonder she doesn't have any boys running to her! Her looks are beautiful but not really parallel. She's really odd!" A salon artist said.
"She is really different from all of us!" The clients agreed.
Down the street where Webby was near crossing, a short, stout man stood there, his glasses big and round like himself. He wore khakis like any other man in the business companies along with a blue suit jacket and a pink collared shirt.
"Look at her butler. My future wife." He said.
"But Doofus, the Vanderquack girl? Granddaughter of Bentina Beakley? The most elegant lady in all of Duckburg? Of all the girls, you chose her?" His butler asked.
"Indeed. She will be the top of my collection and all I will need for life. I can provide anything she will ever need." Doofus said.
"But she's nothing like a lady! As your father..."
"Shut up butler!" Doofus yelled. "Webbigail Vanderquack will be my wife and she will reform like one. The moment when I saw her, she was drop gorgeous and I almost fell. Plus, I'm making plans to marry her."
His father, I mean his butler, shook his head and went after his son, I mean his master.
Shouts from the streets, horns honking, music in the background were on the streets of Duckburg. Every page Webby flipped, was another comment on how she was never proper enough or not classy or not even close to becoming her grandmother.
"Good morning!"
"Good day!"
"A cup of tea please!"
"Coffee!"
"Please let me through!"
"This is not what I ordered!"
"Ma'am read the fine print."
Webby sighed as she put down her romance novel and looked back. Her eyes glistened as she took a look of the city. She knew there must be more than what the world offered. More than this provincial life she was given.
She had always felt like this everyday.
A/N: Happy Birthday Kiki! So I decide it might take a longer time for your request so I decide to make it a multiple chapter fic and I hope to update frequently. So sit back and relax because it is your birthday!
Also, I can't do complete songs because they violate copyright laws so I would use little dialogue that's in the song.