Beyond the most distant horizons, beyond the most secret borders, there is a kingdom of wonders and splendour.
Its name is Ducktopia.
King Scrooge was basically a righteous ruler to the people. Certainly, he demanded high taxes and had an undeniable penchant for avarice. But the land of Utopia was fertile and no one had difficulty meeting the king's demands. Moreover, he was adept at spending a fair share on making the kingdom even more pleasant and beautiful. So that everyone lived contentedly and saw no reason to complain.
At least it had been like that for many years. But lately there were more and more riots in front of his castle, angry and frightened people demanding his action.
The reason for this were the "monsters" that had been making the country unsafe for some time now. Ducktopia had always been inhabited by creatures of all kinds. But they were gentle, peaceful beings.
These new beasts, however, frightened the people with their savage appearance. They were larger than the others, had pointed teeth, wings and fiery red or black eyes.
Scrooge had often observed these creatures flying past the windows of his castle. He was also afraid of them and yet he was curious where they came from and what they meant for his kingdom. Did they have to be fought? As king, it was his duty to find out more, just as his people demanded of him.
He had already sent his nephew and heir to the throne, Donald, without success. But the lad still lacked the experience and courage for such a mission. The creatures always seemed to be drawn towards the old castle ruins and everyone feared this place, which was surrounded by legends of evil sorcerers and witches.
He could send some of the palace guards. But they lacked finesse. They could fight, but what if these monsters could not be fought in the usual way? Or had not to be fought at all? He needed someone who was skilful, courageous and cunning. Qualities his nephew would hopefully possess in the future, but not yet.
Scrooge's musings were interrupted when his butler entered the trone room. "Citizens are gathering outside again, demanding answers about these creatures, my king." Scrooge sighed, his gaze falling on his nephew, but the latter had immediately sunk into himself. "Forget it, Uncle Scrooge. Those creatures are all heading for the ruins, wild horses couldn't drag me there!"
The king sighed and rubbed his temples. What had he done to deserve such a nephew? But then his gaze became serious and Donald winced as his uncle suddenly jumped up from the throne.
"Well then, if no one here is brave enough, I will go after this evil myself, I owe it to my people!" Donald's eyes widened. "That is far too dangerous, Uncle Scrooge!" But the latter would not hear any of this. "Don't whine, nephew. You forget that when I was your age, I was a great adventurer and treasure hunter!"
Donald wisely refrained from saying that this was a very long time ago indeed. He watched anxiously as his uncle exchanged his golden cloak and crown for a simple robe with a hood. For perhaps it was better if people did not immediately recognise that he was the king.
Resolutely, he nodded to his nephew and his butler and then stepped out onto the balcony to address his people, who had gathered in droves to form an anxious mob. The crowd fell silent when they saw him. "Dear people, your king has heard your concerns. I myself will investigate the origin of these creatures that have appeared in our kingdom. Crown Prince Donald will be in command in my absence."
Donald tightened his chest when he heard this and stepped next to his uncle, his face swelling with pride. For a long time he had wanted to prove that he was worthy to take over his uncle's inheritance one day.
Scrooge put his hand on his shoulder. He knew he could rely on him. He might not be suited to hunt monsters but he had faith that he would be able to lead this kingdom. After all, he himself had trained him to be the future king.
Suddenly, a large shadow fell over the crowd as one of the creatures circled around the palace. The people shrieked and scattered in fear, even though the creature made no move to attack. Scrooge also flinched as it let out a loud scream. He swallowed. "Well, a start like any other. I'm going after this creature, see where it takes me..."
Donald shouted good luck after him as he stormed out of the castle gate, hood over his head.
"Bah, luck." He didn't need any such thing. Scrooge relied on his wits and his toughness. He craned his neck to watch the creature that was at least three times his size. At least it wouldn't be hard to follow its path, even if it flew through the air. He could always spot it between the treetops, while he fought his way through dirt, stone and roots on the ground.
Scrooge quickly realised that the assumption that these creatures would be drawn towards the old ruin was correct. Even from a distance, he could make out the dark towers and battlements of the half-ruined building. The old legends of evil witches they had been told as children came to his mind. But he did not let himself be swayed. These were just myths and legends, like those told about the great kings of the past as well. Scrooge was here to learn the truth!
Finally Scrooge could see a clearing in front of him. As he stepped closer, however, he was startled. There stood a woman in a purple robe. It was surprising enough to meet a human being here. But the most astonishing thing was that one of the monsters was with her. A huge black raven with mighty wings and beak.
Scrooge was about to rush out of the forest to help the stranger when he noticed that the raven was very careful with her and she patted him affectionately. Now Scrooge noticed that there were other creatures around her. Relaxed and curled up sleeping, drinking peacefully from the nearby pond or simply basking in the light of the sun.
Astonished, he took a step forward and left the cover of the trees. Branches cracked under his feet and the unknown woman turned to him, startled. The raven immediately took up a guarded position but did not attack.
For a moment Scrooge just stared at her and a lump formed in his throat and he felt his cheeks turn red. The sight of her made him forget even the beasts present. She was beautiful, no question about it. Her hair was as deep black as the raven's feathers and even her eyes shone as black as a lake in the night.
What he liked most, however, was that she seemed frightened and insecure, but her face showed that she was ready to face him at any time if necessary.
Embarrassed, he finally stepped closer to her and raised his hands appeasingly when he saw the mistrust and also the fear in her eyes. "Please forgive me, I didn't mean to frighten you..." It seemed he had no choice. He pulled the hood off his head so that she could see who was standing in front of her.
However, his gesture did not have the expected effect.
He thought the suspicion on her face would now give way to the realisation that she was looking at the king. But her eyes only widened for a moment and maybe he was just imagining that her cheeks turned slightly red as well. Then proceeded to look at him with a firm gaze. "Who are you and what do you want from me?"
Scrooge was perplexed, she didn't know who he was? To his surprise, he felt himself being relieved. So perhaps he had a chance to get to know her as himself without the burden of being king.
"My name is Scrooge McDuck..." He paused for a moment but even his name seemed to have no meaning for her. "To be honest, it was only chance that brought me to you. I was following one of these creatures..."
Nervously, his gaze moved between her and the huge raven behind her. "The people are afraid and I wanted to find out where they came from and if we have anything to fear from them... But I am not here to harm you or them if that is not the case." He tried not to let his fear show but his voice trembled slightly as he spoke.
"You're unarmed... you're really not here to attack me or my friends?" She replied, it was a simple statement but she sounded confused. Scrooge gave her his best smile. "I promise. But with respect, why would I want to harm you?"
His gaze wandered. He saw a neatly laid out herb garden and a basket of freshly gathered herbs next to it, and over an open fire hung a small cauldron with something bubbling inside. "You... you are a witch, aren't you?" he asked timidly.
But when he noticed that she flinched and went back into a defensive stance, he quickly continued. "It is not important for me what you are! What makes a person is their actions, not their background… Or do you intend to harm me?" He looked her firmly in the eye. He didn't know why, despite all the stories told about witches, he felt he didn't need to fear her.
Slowly, the tension eased from her and she patted the raven to let him know that everything was all right. Then she smiled and Scrooge's knees went weak. "No, of course not. Forgive me, I'm used to being on my guard... perhaps this kingdom really is different."
Shyly, she took a few steps towards Scrooge. The wind ran through her hair and Scrooge could hardly take his eyes off her. He had so many questions, wanted to understand so much about magic and these creatures, but especially about her.
Still, there was only one thing that really interested him at the moment. "Please... would you tell me your name?"
She laughed sheepishly, brushing a few hairs out of her face. "You must think I'm rude. My name is Magica, Magica de Spell." She pointed at the huge raven. "And this is Ratface, my best friend and faithful familiar."
Gently she stroked his feathers. "I moved to this kingdom only two weeks ago, found this abandoned castle ruin and set up camp here. Ratface and the others followed me when I left home." She smiled but Scrooge thought he could also read sadness in her eyes. Perhaps she missed her homeland. He wanted to help her feel at home here.
"Magica..." he repeated dreamily. "Sounds beautiful..." He cleared his throat sheepishly as he realised how silly he must sound. "That of course explains why we've never seen creatures like that before... they're fascinating." You are fascinating... he added in his thoughts.
"Can any witch handle animals as well as you? Forgive me, everything I know about your kind comes from myths and fairy tales and is rarely flattering. Witches have always been described to me as evil and heartless. But when I see how these creatures trust you, I know there must be more to it than that."
Magica had to smile at his inquisitiveness, even if his question stung her, but he couldn't know that. "No, each witch's abilities and dispositions are different..." She fell silent, it hurt to think about it. Scrooge sensed her hesitation. Cautiously, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you, forgive my curiosity, you don't have to tell me anything unless you want to".
She smiled gratefully and enjoyed the warmth of his hand. She pointed to Ratface. "Would you like to make yourselves known? Ravens are proud creatures, it may take him a while to accept you, but he won't hurt you." Scrooge swallowed nervously and looked up. The raven looked fearsome and was huge when standing directly in front of him.
But after all, he had come to learn more about these creatures and Scrooge McDuck never backed down from a challenge. Besides... he trusted her judgement. He knew it was insane, she was a stranger, a witch and he was the king, he could not act too recklessly and yet...
He nodded confidently. "I'd like to try." Magica smiled at him encouragingly and stroked Ratface's feathers. "You hear? This is Scrooge, he wants to be your friend too." She gazed intently at Scrooge as she said this, making him embarrassed.
He took a deep breath and stepped hesitantly towards the Corvid, slowly reaching out to him. "Hello, Ratface." He spoke in a soft voice. "May I come closer?" The raven eyed him for a moment, looking back and forth between Scrooge and his mistress. Magica didn't notice, so focused was her attention on Scrooge's actions.
After resting his eyes on Magica for some time, Ratface finally puffed up his feathers and lowered his head so that he could gently nudge the offered hand with his beak. Scrooge flinched a little but then understood the gesture and gently stroked the raven's beak and feathers. Beaming at his success, he looked over at Magica and noticed that she looked completely surprised.
"Magica? Is something wrong?" Ratface became bolder and rubbed his head against his chest. Scrooge laughed in surprise and cradled the big head in his arms as best he could. His feathers felt soft and silky, he wondered if Magicas hair would feel the same...
Again he looked at her, whose mouth was literally open. "Magica?" He tried to get her attention again. She finally seemed to wake up from her stupor and stepped towards them so that she could pet Ratface as well. Scrooge's heart suddenly beat faster with excitement at her closeness.
"No, it's all right." She looked him in the eye. "I'm just surprised how comfortable Ratface is with you, I thought it would take time for him to trust you... You must be something special..."
Embarrassed, she turned her head away and looked towards the sky instead. "Night will fall soon..." She quickly changed the subject.
Scrooge, who was completely lost in her presence, startled. "Night? Is it that late already? Damn, I have to go home or they will be very worried about me. Especially because I was on the trail of those unknown creatures. "
Tentatively he put his hand on hers which rested on Ratface's head. "I would like to know so much more. About handling animals, magic... and about you." He looked at her pleadingly. "May I come again, please? If you don't mind sharing your wisdom with me."
This honest interest was so unfamiliar to Magica but she wished it were true. Gently she put her hand on his too. Teasing mischief sparkled in her eyes as she replied. "And what knowledge do you have to offer in return? There are so many things I want to learn too! "
Her eyes widened as she thought of something. "Tell me, have you mastered the sword or any other weapon? Witches rely solely on their magic and neglect other skills. But humans have found such creative ways to get by and defend themselves without magic." Her eyes gleamed with inquisitiveness and Scrooge smiled proudly. "I am proficient with the sword and the bow and also know how to defend myself without weapons. I will be happy to teach you. That way we can combine the knowledge of both our worlds."
He could hardly believe his luck that he was really allowed to see her again. For a moment, the two just looked at each other, hands clasped. But then Scrooge forced himself to break away. If he didn't go now, he would never be able to bring himself to do it. He cast a questioning glance at the creatures.
"And I can tell everyone they have nothing to fear, can't I?" Reluctantly Magica released her hand from his, she knew he had to go. She smiled at him confidently. "Yes, don't worry. They won't hurt anyone, they're just curious. They are especially fond of the king's palace. But no one need to fear anything."
Scrooge did not want her to press the issue. Wanted to keep his true identity still hidden. He didn't want her to show the respect due to a king, he wanted her to like Scrooge the man.
Without thinking about it, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her gallantly goodbye. "See you soon..." One last heartfelt look into her eyes and then he turned away. At the clearing, he waved to her once more with a smile. The heart was heavy that he had to leave her.
Magica waved after him with a soft smile. As soon as he was out of sight and earshot, she threw herself at Ratface and hid her now bright red face in his feathers.
"My goodness, Ratface. Was that real? Was he real?" With a deep sigh she turned around so that she was now leaning with her back against the big bird. Ratface listened to her kindly, it had been clear to him that the stranger had impressed his friend. His own magic made him feel the joy Magica felt. That was why he had so readily acknowledged Scrooge. Whoever made Magica happy was worthy in his eyes.
"He was so afraid, of you, indeed I think of me too. Which is not surprising, I know what stories are told about us witches..." Which, unfortunately, were not only from people's imagination. "He was trembling, but still he was so open to learn something new, to experience. Willing to trust us... to trust me..."
She turned her head so she could look at Ratface. "And he looked so good..."
She sighed again, full of longing. "Do you think he will really come back? Surely a man like him has a partner waiting for him at home..." Sadly she turned back so she could wrap her arms around the raven.
Tenderly he caressed her with his beak to comfort her. He wished so much for her to be happy. Magica had already been through so much in her long life. "But it doesn't matter, as long as he comes back so I can be with him." She put her hands over her heart.
Unlike humans, magic also played a role in a witch's feelings. When someone's aura was in tune with the witch's magic, it was like fate. Witches rarely fell in love, but when they did, it was eternal. No matter if the feelings were returned. As she stood there listening to her heart, she knew that she was in for another pain. Bittersweet pain that she could hardly wait for and yet feared like nothing before.
She had fallen in love.
Scrooge did not know what hit him. He felt so light and carefree. The way back to his castle seemed like a walk in the park. Once there, he was greeted by his worried nephew. "Uncle Scrooge. Thank goodness I thought the beasts had harmed you." In his relief, he would have liked to hug him, but he knew that his uncle did not appreciate sentimentality.
But Scrooge lovingly put his arm around Donalds shoulders and kissed his temple. "You know your old uncle can take care of himself. Besides, I bring good news, there is no danger from the creatures. They come to us from a foreign kingdom, are curious but harmless. The citizens need no longer fear them and should begin to accept them in our midst!" Scrooge, again in his royal robes, stepped out onto the balcony to announce just that to his people.
The news spread like wildfire and the people praised their brave king for daring the exploration. But the people also noticed that their king was different than usual. His voice was euphoric, his step lively as it had not been for years. Scrooge himself did not notice that he was literally prancing through the castle. He just felt good and was looking forward to visiting Magica again the next day. He would get all the work done as quickly as possible so he could leave early.
Besides, it really wouldn't hurt if he started giving Donald more responsibility. He had put that off for far too long.
In bed, he thought about today's encounter for a long time. He could not get her face, her smile, out of his mind. He sighed deeply and reached out his hand as if he could touch the image of her that was in his mind's eye.
She had been so fascinating and so indescribably beautiful... Scrooge rolled onto his stomach and buried his flushed face in the pillow in shame. It was not proper to have such thoughts. But again and again he imagined what her hair would feel like, what it would be like to hold her in his arms. He pressed the hand that had held hers today tightly against his heart.
He just didn't understand what was wrong with him. He had lived for so many years but these thoughts and feelings were completely new. Was it simply the joy of meeting someone who seemed as sharp and knowledgeable as himself? Was it simply the excitement of meeting a witch and these magical creatures? Had she perhaps even cast a spell on him? He realised that if she had, it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
"Magica..." He whispered her name into the silence of the room and it sounded both forbidden and promising in his ears. Maybe if he got to know her better he would understand what was going on inside him, he decided as his eyes fell closed. His dreams were filled with her smile and the scent of herbs that emanated from her.
As planned, Scrooge had completed all the documents to be processed and meetings in no time the next day. Of course, he had always been efficient to the highest degree, but the sudden good mood he was in made him work even faster. It felt like being freed from any burden. Donald was more than surprised when his uncle announced that he would be putting him in charge more often in the future, as he planned to spend his time doing more research.
"You want to chase after those beasts again? I thought you already found out they were harmless?" Scrooge looked at him reprovingly. "One can never learn enough, nephew. They are magical beings, who knows what unknown knowledge they hold for us?"
Of course, his thoughts were on Magica alone as he spoke. But his nephew didn't necessarily need to know that he had befriended a witch, at least not yet. He just didn't want anyone to interfere with him. This encounter should belong to him alone. He nipped any further protests in the bud by throwing on his hooded robe again and leaving the castle.
Shaking his head, Donald watched him disappear into the forest, humming happily. His uncle was getting whimsical in his old age.
Magica was sitting in her garden brewing tea in her cauldron when Ratface suddenly flapped his wings wildly and dashed off among the trees. Startled, she jumped up, ready to defend herself. But then she suddenly heard a wonderful sound, which she had heard for the first time the day before. Scrooge's boisterous laughter.
He had really come back. Smiling, she watched him emerge into the clearing with Ratface excitedly pulling him along. Scrooge smiled as well, when he noticed her. "I think we can establish that your raven has officially accepted me." He said good-humouredly.
Embarrassed, he stood in front of her. "Well, here I am again. As threatened." His eyes flashed mischievously, making him look much younger than he was. Magica laughed. "I'm glad you made good on your threat, Scroogie." The nickname had slipped out before she could think about it, but Scrooge didn't seem to mind the familiarity. He sniffed the air curiously as he stepped closer. "What are you brewing? That smells very good."
"I brewed some nutmeg tea, would you like some?" She offered him a cup. "Nutmeg? But they're poisonous!" Scrooge backed away from the kettle as if it could bite him. But Magica raised her finger with mock sternness. "I thought you were here to learn. All things are poison, only the dose makes a thing not poison. Properly prepared, nutmeg has an anti-inflammatory and analgesic effect." She took a deep sip from her cup. "And it tastes great!"
Scrooge still looked a little sceptical, but then he settled down beside her and accepted the cup. "You're right, I wanted to learn and I trust you..." He took a sip and closed his eyes with relish. "Aye, I don't think I'll regret that decision. " He nudged her playfully with his shoulder.
Magica laughed heartily. It was amazing how familiar this man already seemed to her, her heart was beating up to her throat but she knew she shouldn't get too used to this wonderful feeling of his closeness. She had to remind herself of that again and again. Such a man was not alone.
Scrooge jumped up after emptying the cup and held out his hand to her. "So, what would you like to learn in return? Unfortunately, I couldn't bring a weapon today, so we'll have to make do. But I hope you will show me how to brew this tea later. I'm practically not going to drink anything else anymore!" His smile seemed to light up the whole clearing.
Tentatively, she grabbed his hand and he pulled her to her feet. She would have preferred never to let go again. "Well, I'm afraid you'll have to assume that I know nothing about fighting except what I've read about humans in books." Scrooge squeezed her hand for a moment before releasing it regretfully. "Don't worry, you are in the best of hands with me. As a young man I spent half my life training and even now I make sure not to get out of practice. We start small. First you learn how to make a real fist and punch..."
The day flew by far too quickly. Magica was an excellent student even though everything was obviously completely new to her. But after a few lessons she had already learned how to stand securely and the blow he made her strike against his palm was properly felt.
After the training, Scrooge rubbed his hand with an embarrassed smile. "I didn't think you'd learn so quickly, we'll need a strawman for you to practice on or you'll have broken every bone in my body in two days. But that's enough for today, your knuckles are already red." Gently he took her hand in his and stroked the slight wound.
But Magica paid no attention to her own injury. "Did I hurt you?" She looked at him with wide eyes. But Scrooge shook his head reassuringly. "It was the point of the exercise, after all! Of course I feel something, but you needn't worry, I'm used to a lot. Look here." He showed her his own knuckles and palms which were rough and scarred from years of use. Scrooge had never shied away from a firm grip in life.
Now it was Magica's turn to stroke them gently and Scrooge felt his cheeks flush. Her gentle touch felt wonderful. "These scars are old, even my ointments could not heal them anymore..." Again she looked at him from her deep black eyes. There was a mixture of admiration and regret in her gaze.
Scrooge closed his hands around hers. Her hands also showed traces of her work in the garden, with animals and magic.
Not a woman's hand as Scrooge knew it, but one he preferred by far. He already knew that in Magica he had found a soul mate, however different their origins may be.
It was already dawn when Scrooge finally made his way home, his heart even heavier than the day before but full of anticipation to see her again the next day. In his luggage he had a few nutmegs and the knowledge to prepare them safely, which he passed on to his more than astonished cook. From now on, his day would always start with a cup of nutmeg tea reminding him of Magica.
The next day Magica stood on a ladder and harvested more nutmegs, she was pleased that Scrooge had also taken an immediate liking to her favourite tea and wanted to have enough stock. She was alone, Ratface and the others were exploring the kingdom. Something she did not yet dare to do. She didn't want to be seen, even if she knew it was silly. The other witches were not here, at some point she had to overcome her fear.
She sighed, maybe she would feel safer when Scrooge had taught her more martial arts. The thought of him made her smile, hopefully he would come back today. Lost in thought, she stretched to pick up a nut hanging from a branch far ahead. But suddenly she lost her balance and the ladder began to wobble. Desperately she tried to hold on to the branches, but they were too fine and only scratched her arms and broke under her grip. With a cry she surrendered to her fate and squinted her eyes as she awaited the painful impact.
But it never came, she felt a jolt and suddenly a feeling of warmth and security enveloped her. Confused, she opened her eyes and looked directly into Scrooge's concerned ones. "My goodness, I came just in time. Are you hurt?" He held her in his arms as if she weighed no more than a rag doll.
His face became more worried. "Your arm is bleeding." She followed his gaze. "Oh, it's just scratches, I'll have it healed in no time. I'm fine, thanks to you..." She couldn't help herself and took the opportunity to snuggle a little closer to him. "What about you? Didn't you hurt yourself when you caught me?" Absently she stroked his chest with her finger as she spoke. She shuddered pleasantly as she felt his tight muscles under her touch. If only he were hers...
Scrooge laughed light-heartedly. "Aw shucks, you don't weigh anything and I told you I've been working hard and trained all my life." He winked at her. "But now I know that one of the rumours about witches is not true, you can't fly."
Magica looked at him with a dry look. "Put me down!"
Surprised, Scrooge carefully set her down on the floor. "I'm sorry, did I offend you?" But Magica put a finger to his lips and held out her other hand. She gave a short command in a language he did not understand and suddenly a broom materalised in her hand. "Witches can very well fly, we use brooms for that!" She sat on it and gave him a challenging look. "Do you dare? Then join me!" She pointed with her head behind her to indicate that he should sit down.
Scrooge was aware that he must look rather stupid standing there at that moment. Magica waited patiently but not without a teasing smile as he gathered his courage. Finally, he moved slowly and stiffly with nervousness and sat behind her on the broom. "You're sure this will carry us both?" He asked uncertainly. She turned to face him. "Trust me, just hold on tight..." With these words she took his hand and put it around her. Then she quickly turned her head forward again so that he wouldn't notice how the blush rose in her cheeks. She gave a barely audible sigh as he tentatively put both arms around her.
"I trust you..." he whispered, even though his voice was trembling.
She put a hand on his reassuringly and gave the broom the order to take off. As soon as his feet no longer touched the ground, Scrooge squinted his eyes and unconsciously pressed himself closer to Magica.
She giggled. "Is the man, who set out on his own to explore a huge monster, pinching his eyes shut just because he's flying a little above the ground?" She snuggled, barely noticeably, into his arms. She liked that it felt like an embrace even if he was probably more clinging to her in mortal fear. "Come on, open your eyes, you're missing the best part."
Hesitantly Scrooge opened his eyes and at the same moment his mouth was open in amazement. His kingdom spread out beneath him like a colourful carpet. Endless forests and rivers and in the distance he could see the city and his palace. His eyes wide with wonder and amazement, he looked around. Magica avoided flying too close to the city, but she too saw the beauty of her new home for the first time.
After a while Scrooge rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed blissfully. "Thank you for letting me experience this, it's wonderful..." He sighed again, and nuzzled his cheek against hers in a gesture of gratitude and affection. He enjoyed her warmth, her scent and the exhilarating feeling of flying through the air with her. Slowly he realised what his heart was trying to tell him. Even though he had not known this woman, this witch, for long, he still felt a deep affection for her. A bond he had never felt before.
Gently, his arms closed around her a little tighter.
Magica leaned into the soft touch of his cheek against hers. Her heart pounded loudly and a wave of happiness and contentment flooded through her. She raised her hand and gently stroked his wind-blown sideburns. "You know, I really have to thank you. Until now, I have not dared to fly here. I didn't want to draw attention to myself after I left my country." Embarrassed, she withdrew her hand. "But the open and friendly way you approached me gave me courage. Even if you are the only one in this kingdom who will ever accept me, a witch... that's enough for me..."
She calmly steered the broom back towards the ground. When she turned to Scrooge, his eyes were full of tenderness. She blushed and he took her hands. "I will make sure that one day everyone in this kingdom accepts you. I admit I haven't talked to anyone about meeting you because I didn't know how you felt about it, but now..."
He looked deep into her eyes. It didn't matter if he had to give up his disguise, if she wanted to go to the city with him to live among humans, it was time to tell her who he really was. But Magica shook her head. "No, please, I'd rather you didn't tell anyone I am here." She looked at him pleadingly. "I'm not ready yet..." Reassuringly, he held her hands tighter. "Then I will wait, tell me if you want to see the city and meet other people."
With one hand he stroked her flushed cheek. "And if you ever want to talk about what happened to you, I'm here to listen. But only if you're willing to as well." Magica found it hard to suppress her tears, so moved was she by his warmth. "Thank you, Scroogie. Thank you for your understanding."
She brushed back her hair and cleared her throat sheepishly. She lost herself in these moments with him, without knowing whether she could hope at all. She pointed to the bow and the swords he had brought today. "Do you have time for a first introduction or is your family waiting for you... your wife...?" She had said it, but it was better if she knew now. Then she could adjust to the ever present pain without getting her hopes up that he would ever feel anything more for her.
Fortunately, Scrooge found nothing insidious in her question. He laughed light-heartedly. "I can stay until dawn, my nephew will be glad to have some time off from me. And I have no other family." A wife. He had always been reluctant about that concept, but suddenly he was no longer so sure.
Magica could hardly believe her luck. Of course, this did not mean that he would ever feel anything for her beyond this wonderful companionship. But at least she didn't have to have a guilty conscience when she enjoyed the time with him and his closeness. And who knows, maybe luck was with her for the first time in her life...
In the course of the day, it quickly became clear that Magica had no skill with the sword and that, contrary to her expectations, she did not enjoy handling it. She had seen pictures of knights and warriors wielding the sword and even watching Scrooge she was impressed. But for herself, she quickly ruled out this weapon.
The bow, on the other hand, aroused her interest, even though she was surprised at how much strength she had to use to draw it. Scrooge made it look so easy. Without problems he pulled the string far back and the arrow rarely missed its target when he aimed. But she just couldn't do it until Scrooge helped her.
Gently, he approached her from behind and supported her arm. He gave calm instructions and guided the arrowhead in the right direction. "Now let go!" Magica let the arrow fly and it hit the target which they had previously painted on a tree. Not in the middle like Scrooge's, but it was a start and she was eager to master this art. Scrooge nodded appreciatively. Of course, this was only a first attempt, but he immediately saw the potential.
He laughed as Magica jumped around like a flea with excitement. It was so good to see her so happy instead of the fearful sad look she had when she thought of her old home. He hoped to hear her story one day. A soft smile played around his lips as he watched her. She pulled the arrow out of the tree, landing promptly on her backside. Warningly, she turned to him. "You didn't see that!" Then she continued to practice. Unwavering and eager.
Scrooge put a hand on his fast-beating heart. "Have I fallen in love?" He asked himself.
Was he even allowed to have such feelings? He was the king, he had responsibilities and duties. Nothing could be more important to him than his kingdom. But when he looked at her, he realised that it was too late for reason. Well, he was Scrooge McDuck, he could reconcile both.
He had to laugh a little at himself, the first time in his long life that he fell in love and it would probably end in his first heartbreak as well. After all, what would a woman like Magica see in an old drake like him? But she seemed to need and appreciate his friendship and company and that should be enough for him. Even if his heart longed for her.
And who knows... maybe he had a chance after all. With new courage and a lighter heart, he joined her practices again.
In this way, about two weeks flew by. They trained, flew on her broom, cooked and ate together and life was a bliss. Scrooge had never been a better regent than during this time, despite his frequent absences, because for the first time in his life he was really happy and any work went better because of it.
But Scrooge's nephew Donald grew more suspicious with each passing day. His uncle was behaving so strangely. Never before had he been so friendly. Then his interest in studying these strange creatures and why suddenly this eagerness to train more again? Alone somewhere in the forest? Astonished, he had watched Scrooge take his sword, arrows and bow with him under flimsy explanations. Had he poisoned himself with this nutmeg tea he suddenly drank? Or had these creatures bewitched him?
Magica had meanwhile decided to go on the offensive. Scrooge was always so loving and kind to her but she needed to know if it could be more. After the past few days, it was hard for her to imagine life without him. Her heart, her magic and also her body longed for him. She would be brave and confess to him today what she had felt for him since they first met, whatever the result. Because the uncertainty made her sick.
Scrooge had similar plans, but he wanted not only to tell her how he felt, but also to finally reveal his true identity. He took a deep breath as he stepped out of the forest into the clearing. Today was the day. Magica's face glowed with joy when she saw him. Ratface flapped his wings in delight, but he was wise and let Magica go first.
She walked slowly towards him and hugged him gently in greeting. "I'm glad you're here..." Scrooge thought his heart stopped. They had been close during flying or training, but this gesture was special. He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her for a moment and enjoy the warmth. "I look forward to coming here every day..." He replied tenderly.
She smiled sheepishly and raised a hand holding a basket."I was going to pick mushrooms and herbs in the forest, will you come?" Reluctantly, she broke away from the embrace. "What a question, of course!" He replied elatedly. He stroked Ratface's head as they walked past him into the forest, his eyes pleading the raven to give them alonetime today, and Magica gave the same look to her faithful companion.
Ratface wondered why his two friends were so complicated but he hadn't intended to interfere anyway, also he knew Magica's "plan". Satisfied, he buried his head in his feathers to rest while they disappeared into the forest.
Scrooge loved to walk beside her and listen to her explanations about different herbs. He loved that bright, fiery look in her eyes when she talked about something that interested her.
Nevertheless, he had problems concentrating today. The path through the forest was narrow and they walked so close to each other that their shoulders bumped occasionally. His gaze drifted to her hand which was so invitingly close to his.
Carefully he touched the back of his hand to hers and left it there to see how she reacted, she did not pull her hand away. Encouraged, he gently closed his fingers around her hand. Waiting, he gave her a shy look. But she just smiled softly and intertwined their fingers.
As if agreed, they never let go of each other again. When Magica wanted to pick herbs, Scrooge helped her and they took turns carrying the basket. But their hands never parted from each other because it felt so right to be connected.
So the day passed and it was already getting dark, but this time Scrooge forgot that he was expected at home.
They returned to the clearing at the castle ruins with their spoils and sat down together in the soft moss to look at the stars and the moon. With a contented sigh, Magica leaned against Scrooge, their hands still intertwined.
"Do you want to know why I left my home?" She asked into the silence. Scrooge, his heart barely still with excitement, tenderly squeezed her hand tighter. "Gladly, if you are willing to talk about it." She snuggled up to him a little more. "If it' s you, yes. I feel safe when you're with me." Scrooge thought his heart would burst so happy he was. Carefully he took her hand with his other so he could put his arm around her. "I want to be here for you..."
Gratefully, she looked up at him. "What you have heard about witches is unfortunately often true. Those who were powerful enough to have their legends told had mostly devoted themselves to black magic. So did many of my generation. Feelings were considered weak and each thought only of their own advantage. Beings that were not witches, like animals and humans, were considered inferior. Not worthy of a witch except as a servant. Of course, there were also those who resisted this system. But they lived in the shadows and kept a low profile..."
She faltered, it was difficult for her to say all this. But she felt Scrooge's warmth next to her. How he held her tenderly against him and stroked her arm soothingly.
"I... wasn't quite so restrained. Already in witch school I spent most of my time researching animals and studying magic with healing effects. But that never stopped me from exploring black magic as well. And I think that was what bothered the others the most. I was never dedicated to only one side and could keep up with the others. As you noticed, I like to learn new things, just like you..."
She added with a mischievous smile, to which Scrooge also reacted with a quiet laugh while his gaze glided over the weapons and the many potion ingredients gathered around. Yes, they were alike in that respect. He had learned so much in the short time he had known her and at the same time shared his knowledge with her. He felt so much richer.
Encouraged, Magica continued. "The oldest witches, the leaders of our coven were always disappointed in me. They thought I was wasting my talent. Daily I was exposed to the attacks of the others. For seemingly endless years I endured it, until some time ago they realised they couldn't break me like that and started hurting my friends instead. Ratface almost didn't survive their last attack. I decided then that his safety and that of my other companions was more important than my pride and homesickness. I came to this kingdom because I heard that the local king is righteous and that the land is still closely connected to nature. The witches who used to live here were like me. But of course people still feared the unknown. But I thought maybe..."
She stopped. "Anyway, that's why I fled my home, now you know why I was careful to show myself..."
Scrooge had gone quiet at her narration. Moved, he put both arms around her and held her close. Magica looked up at him shyly and put her arms around his neck.
"Still, I am glad, without this experience I would never have met you..." She looked deep into his eyes and he felt dizzy. His gaze wandered between her eyes and her lips. Slowly she brought her face closer to his and he felt magically drawn to her. Heavens how much he wanted to kiss her but his conscience prevented him.
Gently he held her back. "Please wait..."
Confusion and insecurity were reflected in her gaze as she looked at him. "Scrooge? I' m sorry, I thought..."
She was about to turn away from him, embarrassed, sure she had crossed a line but Scrooge held her tight. "You don't need to apologise Magica..." He stroked her cheek affectionately. "Believe me, there's nothing I want more than to kiss you. But there is something I need to tell you about myself before we take this step, please..."
The blood rushed to her cheeks at his words. "You can tell me everything, Scrooge." Her eyes were so deep and full of trust. She placed her hands lovingly on his chest, a soft glow emanating from them and there was a pleasant warmth.
Scrooge was distracted for the moment. "What is that?" Magica smiled shyly. "It's my magic..." If possible her cheeks became even redder. "It manifests my... Feelings for you... please don't be afraid of me…" Touched, Scrooge kissed her forehead. "Never..." He whispered, then gathered his courage to finally tell her who he was. "Listen Magica. Nothing I've told you about myself has been a lie, but there's something I haven't shared with you..." He swallowed.
"I am the..."
But he did not get to finish because a loud, angry voice interrupted him. "Get your hands off my uncle you witch!" Out of the forest came Scrooge's nephew Donald, accompanied by a handful of guards.
"Guards! Seize her! But be careful, see how her hands glow with evil magic!" Donald was visibly worried but his orders were calm and precise. Under other circumstances Scrooge would have been proud of him.
"You misunderstand, nephew!" Horrified, he watched as the guards grabbed Magica by the arms. "Please, don't hurt her!" His eyes were pleadingly fixed on the guards, who were looking at each other uncertainly, unsure of whose order to follow. Scrooge wanted to rush to Magica's side but Donald held him. "Calm down, Uncle Scrooge. You are under her spell. Guards, do not be distracted, the witch has cast a spell on the king!"
Magica, who didn't know what hit her and looked to Scrooge for help, froze. "The king..?" she repeated in a toneless voice. "Please, I wanted to tell you..." Scrooge had tears in his eyes but Magica was too shocked to hear him. Her eyes wide with fear, she stood there trying to understand.
Suddenly, a large black figure shot out of the sky and was about to pounce on the guards and the prince. But Scrooge called out desperately to Ratface. "No please don't hurt them, that's my nephew. This is all a misunderstanding!" Unsettled, Ratface paused and looked to his mistress. The latter gazed into Scrooge's worried eyes. "Please..." He repeated pleadingly.
Resigned to her fate, Magica lowered her head and beckoned Ratface to call off the attack, she could not do anything that would hurt Scrooge, no matter what, she loved him.
Fear and despair filled her heart. The king, he was the king...
Scrooge tried to reassure her. "Please trust me, Magica. I will sort this out, nothing will happen to you." She looked at him for a moment with dull eyes and then hung her head again as the guards began to drag her along. She had been betrayed and deceived too many times in her life to believe him. But never had it hurt so much.
Scrooge saw in her eyes that she thought he had betrayed her. Again he tried to make his nephew understand that he was making a mistake. But the latter was convinced that his uncle was bewitched. At his command, the guards also seized Scrooge, albeit with much more restraint, and escorted him back to the castle.
As they disappeared into the forest, Scrooge could still hear the sad cawing of Ratface behind him.
Once inside the castle, Magica was taken to the dungeon. Scooge could do nothing, the guards believed Donald that the king was bewitched. Scrooge fought back tears when he thought that Magica had to spend the night in a cold dungeon all alone just because of him. "At least let me be with her." He begged his nephew, but the more he spoke, the more he seemed to make the situation worse.
Now Donald had tears in his eyes as well. "The witch will pay for what she has done to you, uncle. Who knows what would have happened if we hadn't found you in time." Scrooge couldn't really be angry with Donald, after all he was only worried about his uncle. Donald put his hands on his shoulders. "Don't worry, I'm sure now that you are free of her influence you will soon snap out of it. It's lucky I was able to follow one of those creatures when you didn't return as usual after dusk."
So now Scrooge knew how his nephew had found him and Magica. He had been so careless as to forget the time. When he was with Magica, he forgot everything around him. But he knew that any further protest would make the situation worse. Willingly, he let himself be locked in his chambers, with a guard at the door. So that he would not try to free the witch under her influence, Donald instructed.
Scrooge paced restlessly up and down his room. His conscience and his longing for Magica tormented him. He tried to open the door but the guard there would not budge. He had to find another way to get to her. He went to the window, opened it and peered along the castle wall. The floor was far below him because his room was high in the tower. He swallowed but made a decision.
Wanting to bring a blanket along for her, Scrooge wrapped one around himself, tying it so it wouldn't impede his climb and stepped onto the window sill. Immediately he felt the wind tugging at him, threatening to plunge him into the dizzying depths. Scrooge closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, he had to dare. He would not let Magica spend a night alone in the dungeon thinking he had planned it that way.
Determined, he began the descent. He just had to make it to an open window, which he could already see lying below him.
But suddenly the rock on which his foot was trying to find a foothold crumbled and he slipped. Desperately he tried to stop the fall, but his fingers could hardly find a grip on the wall. It all happened so fast. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that he had already reached the next window sill. With the last of his strength he stretched out his arm and managed to grab the ledge. He cried out as the sudden weight almost tore his arm off.
For a moment he dangled dazedly like a flag in the wind until his heartbeat recovered from the shock. With the last of his strength he pulled himself up until he also found a hold with his second hand. Panting, he rolled through the window and lay on the floor as fallen.
When he got enough air again, he had to laugh. The insane but liberated laughter of someone who had just narrowly escaped death. Shaking his head at himself, he pulled himself together. His clothes were torn in many places and his hands and arms were bruised but he had made it.
Carefully he opened the door and peered out, no one was to be seen. Like a shadow, he scurried through the corridors, dodging servants until he finally reached the dungeon. Of course, there was a guard patrolling the entrance to the cells.
Scrooge had to wait for the moment when the guard rounded a corner. He had only a few seconds to get to the dungeon entrance before the guard returned. But the constant training with Magica had helped him to regain his youthful fitness. For her, he would surpass himself.
His heart was pounding with excitement. As soon as the guard turned the corner, he ran and just in time slipped through the passage that led to a staircase and finally down to the cells. There was only one way out, which is why there was only one guard. Anything else would be a waste of manpower and therefore salary.
Scrooge had rarely been so grateful for his own thriftiness, which Donald often criticised as stinginess.
Magica was the only prisoner but nevertheless placed in the last cell. But that suited Scrooge just fine, this way there was less danger of the guards hearing them.
The cell was only dimly lit by a few candles, so Scrooge had difficulty spotting Magica. But when his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw her sitting on the straw that served as a bed. Her face buried in her hands. "Magica..." he whispered into the silence. Immediately she raised her head in surprise and looked in his direction with wide eyes. Even in the light of the candles, Scrooge could see tears shimmering in her eyes.
Slowly she stood up and walked towards him, but kept a certain distance. Protectively, she wrapped her arms around herself and looked to the side. "Why are you here? Were you afraid the witch might have escaped?" Suddenly she looked at him so sharply and full of suspicion that it stung him. "Isn't it enough that I fell in love with you while you were just trying to gain my trust so you could capture me?"
Startled, she put her hands over her mouth. She had not intended to say these words aloud after what had happened. But it was too late. Now the king knew how well his plan had worked. Ashamed, she turned her back on him. She didn't want to see the spiteful grin on his face. It hurt too much, after all, she would never be freed from these feelings.
Scrooge had tears in his eyes. He sank to his knees and stretched out his arm through the bars as if he could reach her that way. "I'm so sorry, Magica. I never meant for this to happen, I didn't mean to betray you..." Sadly, he looked up at her. "Please look at me... " He pleaded.
Magica was unsettled. His voice sounded so desperate, so honest... Hesitantly, she turned to him and saw the king kneeling before her. With his beautiful, deep eyes, he looked at her sadly but full of affection, his hand still reaching out to her like a drowning man.
Why did he continue the act? He had already won. Her heart almost burst with longing for him when she saw him like that. "Please..." he whispered again. "I have kept from you who I really am, but only because I didn't wanted you to treat me like your king. I wanted... I wanted you to see only Scrooge the man…"
He swallowed and looked deep into her eyes.
"From the first moment I knew that you would be special to me until I finally realised that I am hopelessly in love with you."
In his eyes Magica could see nothing but truth and affection. "I love you..." He repeated and then bowed his head in hopelessness.
Magica felt her heart lighten. She believed him. Her heart and her magic had not been wrong about him. Suddenly captivity was not so bad as long as he stood by her. Relieved, she too sank to her knees and reached out through the bars to touch his cheek.
"I believe you..." She whispered. Surprised, he lifted his head and infinite relief spread across his face as he noticed her gentle smile. He took her hand in his and kissed it, tears streaming down his cheek. "Thank you, my darling, I wouldn't want to live without you." Magica's eyes filled with tears again, just this time with happiness. But then she suddenly paused. "Scrooge, you are hurt! What happened?"
Scrooge looked down at himself and saw that he had clear abrasions all over. "Oh... I've also been locked in my room because everyone is convinced that I'm under your spell and might try to free you. That's why I climbed down the wall and snuck up to you without anyone noticing..." Embarrassed, he looked at her. "I can't free you, but I will stay with you the night. Tomorrow, when my nephew sees that I didn't break the law to help you, he will realise that my feelings for you are real."
She stared at him, startled, "Climbed down the wall? You could have fallen..." She grabbed his hands and put her forehead against his as best she could through the bars. "For a king, you are terribly unreasonable." She said lovingly. His fingers closed tightly around hers. "When it comes to you, I suppose that's true. But you're worth every risk, every challenge."
Magica's cheeks turned red and she nestled her beak against his. It was reckless of him but she wouldn't do otherwise for him.
"We should try to get some sleep." Scrooge said after a while. He detached himself from her and handed her the blanket he had brought with him. "Here, this will help keep you warm. Don't be afraid I will stay with you all the time, lie down in peace." He pointed with his head to her straw bed and settled himself on the cold dungeon floor. It would be a long, uncomfortable night but at least he could watch over her sleep.
But Magica grabbed his hand. "No, please... I don't want to let you go, I want to be with you." She sat down next to him on the other side of the bars. Scrooge felt the same but didn't want her to freeze because of him. But one look into her eyes showed him that it would be much worse for her to sleep alone, away from him, on the straw bed.
He squeezed her hand and stroked her cheek tenderly. "I understand, I don't want to be separated from you either. All right, but please bring the straw here so you're not sitting on the cold floor." His voice did not allow any objections. She reluctantly let go of him to fulfil his wish, but knew he was right. She began to push half of the straw through the bars. When Scrooge tried to protest, she looked at him sharply. "Don't argue. If you think I'm going to leave you sitting alone on the cold floor, you're mistaken."
Scrooge laughed and gratefully accepted the bed. He was glad that she was slowly getting back to her normal self, although the imprisonment had shaken her very much. "But please take the blanket..." Magica knew how much he had risked to bring it with him and wrapped herself in it, sighing contentedly.
Then she leaned against Scrooge as best she could and their heads gently touched while their hands were tightly intertwined. "Thank you, darling..." Magica turned her head towards him and their beaks touched in a gentle kiss. Both their cheeks turned red and they smiled happily at each other.
Here, deep down in a damp dungeon, this chaste kiss was all they needed. "I love you..." Scrooge whispered once more before they sank together and fell asleep.
The next morning, a guard stormed agitated into the prince's room. "Your Highness! The king has disappeared from his chamber!"
Donald turned pale, threw on his robe and hurried down to the dungeon. "That witch, her power was greater than I thought." But he stopped in surprise in front of the unharmed guard at the dungeon entrance. "Good morning, Your Majesty." The guard greeted the prince politely. Donald looked at the man, puzzled. "Didn't the king enter here to free the witch?" The guard stood tall as she replied. "No, Your Majesty, I have not left my post for a moment. No one came in or out!"
Sceptically, the prince pushed the man aside and ran down the stairs that led to the cells. Fearfully he opened the door... Nothing happened. He narrowed his eyes and recognised his uncle on the floor at the end of the corridor, in front of the last cell where the witch was kept.
"Uncle, Scrooge!" He approached him hasty, expecting to find him injured, but suddenly stopped when he realised that he was only sleeping peacefully.
Hand in hand with the witch.
The two resting were awakened by the loud call and Magica squeezed Scrooge's hand tighter in fear of what was about to happen. "Uncle, Scrooge..." Donald repeated, this time incredulity resonating in his voice.
Scrooge turned to Magica first and stroked her cheek reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, beloved. My nephew has a good heart and will understand." Then he turned his gaze to Donald. He stood up but never let go of Magica's hand, which also rose to at least symbolically support him.
His nephew looked at him with big, worried eyes. "Uncle Scrooge, the witch..." But Scrooge interrupted him with a stern look. "Stop that nephew!" He put a hand on Donald's shoulder "Look into my eyes, do you really still think I'm under a spell? I know I've been acting strangely in your eyes these past few weeks, like you've never seen me before. But that's only because I'm really happy for the first time."
He gazed steadily into his nephew's eyes so that he would see the truth in them. "Yes, she is a witch, but that doesn't change how I feel about her."
He turned briefly to Magica and kissed her hand before turning back to his nephew. "I love her, Donald. From the bottom of my heart. She is not dangerous, nor has she bewitched me. She didn't even know I was the king until you surprised us."
Donald had never seen his uncle like this. His gaze was full of warmth and affection for the witch. He glanced at her, but she paid no attention. He noticed that she seemed afraid, but her gaze was only directed towards his uncle, full of trust and love.
Doubt began to gnaw at the prince. Had he really reacted too hastily? But a king and a witch... could that go well? He looked up at his uncle again and his heart melted. As strange as his behaviour had been over the last few weeks, Donald couldn't say he disliked how friendly and cheerful he had been.
"Please, Donald. Release her..." There was neither reproach nor command in his voice. Scrooge knew why his nephew had acted as he did, and now he trusted in his good heart. Donald sighed deeply, he could not help but trust the judgement of his wise uncle. He gave a curt order to the guard who had followed him to open the cell.
Still suspicious, he watched the witch and flinched as she pushed the guard aside to escape more quickly. But instead of fleeing, she threw herself into the king's arms. Tears streamed down her face.
Scrooge wrapped his arms around her as if he never wanted to let her go. "Finally..." They both sighed at the same time and laughed.
"Let's get out of this dreary dungeon, I want to introduce you to my people." Scrooge finally said and took her hand to lead her upstairs. Magica's eyes widened. "Are you sure? Scrooge, I don't want to damage your reputation as king. If necessary, I will always remain in the background." She snuggled against his chest and looked up at him. "As long as I can be near you, I am happy."
Scrooge smiled and took her face gently between his hands. "That honours you, beloved. But never do I wish to deny my feelings for you. Never again do I wish to be without you." He took her hand, kissed it devoutly and looked deep into her eyes. "Dearest Magica, can you imagine being my queen one day?"
He stroked her cheek with tenderness. "Will you be my wife?"
Magica could not say anything for a moment. She clasped her hands over her mouth and tears welled up in her eyes. Tears full of happiness and joy. "Oh, Scrooge..." she sobbed emotionally.
"Scrooge I can't imagine anything then a life by your side. Yes, oh gosh yes!" She nodded happily laughing and trying to control her tears. Scrooge said nothing more in reply. Wordlessly, he lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly.
Then he took her hand and led her out onto the balcony, past his completely bewildered nephew and guards.
Beaming with happiness, he spoke to his people.
"Citizens of this kingdom. I would like to introduce someone special to you. A woman full of ambition, talent and strength. The woman because of whom you have seen me in unprecedented ways over the past few weeks. The mistress of the magical creatures that now enrich our land. She is a witch, a powerful witch and she has taught me to honour my life and this kingdom more than ever before. The woman who owns my heart forever..."
He took her in his arms. His eyes no longer on the people but only on her. "Your future queen, Magica de Spell."
Never before had the kingdom been so silent. It was as if the world held its breath for a moment. But then suddenly a cheer erupted. The people immediately realised that if this woman was responsible for the king's good humour and rule, if he recognised her even if she was a witch, then the kingdom was heading for golden times.
Magica's friends suddenly appeared from the forest and flew around the castle. Ratface landed on the balcony ledge and the happy couple stroked his soft feathers before he took to the air with the others to announce his joy.
The people pointed excitedly at the creatures, but the king had already taught them not to fear them anymore. They were further proof of the kingdom's enrichment.
Scrooge lifted Magica in his arms and bowed slightly to the people before going back into the castle with her.
Beyond the most distant horizons, beyond the most secret borders, there is a kingdom of wonders and splendour. And from that day on, it experienced the happiest times since the beginning of its history.
Its name is Ducktopia.
