Golden Boy
Ch. 1 Strangers to Brothers
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Ducks. Anyone you don't recognize is mine.
Author's Note: This story tells part of Duke's past. It will explain my version of the Brotherhood of the Blade. Oh, and in my stories Mallory's father was a member of the Brotherhood and he trained Duke. He gave Mal to her uncle (a general) to raise her. It's farfetched I know. So sue me. In this story Duke is seventeen and Mallory is eight.
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Ray L'onar, leader of the Brotherhood of the Blade, attached his tie and ran a hand through his graying black hair. Looking across the room, he watched his best friend James McMallard getting dressed for tonight's formal dinner and ball at the Marcianno's. Ball was merely a gentleman's term for business venture. These elegant occasions were a way for the Brotherhood and the Renatian(Italian) mob to renew their alliances. The mob was run by the Marciannos a wealthy Renatian family. Dominique Marcianno was the current head of the family. His wife's name was Isabella and he had three children Antony, Maria, and Antonia. The kids were more commonly referred to as Tony, Mary and Tia.
Ray frowned and wrinkled his brow. James was staring at that accursed picture again. His light brown hair was falling in his incredibly blue eyes. Silently Ray stalked up behind his friend. The photo was of a young girl. She had brilliant red hair and James's blue eyes. Her smile was soft and sweet and she was wearing a Puckworld Military Special Forces (PMSF) shirt.
"I'm sure Mallory's just fine." said Ray. James let out an exasperated sigh. He still regretted giving up his daughter. He was aware that she was safer with her uncle, but the thought of her being raised as a military brat made him cringe. He had been given no choice in whether or not to give her up. Her mother, Narya Snowfeather had gone to his brother, Charles and asked him to raise Mallory. He hated being forced to pretend she wasn't his daughter. This situation was every father's worst nightmare. His heart was breaking, Mallory was such a beautiful little duckling. She had her grandmother's bright red hair, her mother's pale peach feathers and
his intense blue eyes. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Ray's hand
landed on his shoulder.
" Go make sure Duke and the other trainees are ready. We can't have the Marciannos thinking we aren't preparing the lads. After all one of them will be leader someday." He said slapping James on the back. He sadly watched his friend leave. He wanted to help James but he didn't know how to accomplish this nearly impossible feat. He sighed and fumbled with his belt, loosening it ever so slightly. It hit him again he was no longer a young man.
James peeked in the door of his trainee's room. It was no surprise Duke was, as always, surrounded by his entourage. They were all there, his best friend Miguel Cattalano, his adopted little brother Joe Darkblade, his advisor and conscience Luis Carren, the group's block-headed daredevil Max Arnez, and the rebel without a cause Lucas Firedrake. Each of them was occupied with some aspect of their looks. Duke was attempting to control his untamable hair. Joe was trying to look a little older than he was and rest were all doing something this line.
"Let's move rookies." James said with a smile. Stunned looks and mumbles followed. "Give a man warning next time won't ya" Joe said in his babyish southern voice. "And as soon as you are a man I will" James laughed. The rest poked a few jokes, but Joe took them lightheartedly as Duke through an arm around his shoulders and gave him a firm squeeze of reassurance before running to the head of the pack. He had to marvel at these young men. Over the past year they had gone from being complete strangers to being brothers. ************************************************************************
Review or I won't write any more of this story.
THANKS to ANGEL for her continued support and reassuring reviews!
Ch. 1 Strangers to Brothers
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Ducks. Anyone you don't recognize is mine.
Author's Note: This story tells part of Duke's past. It will explain my version of the Brotherhood of the Blade. Oh, and in my stories Mallory's father was a member of the Brotherhood and he trained Duke. He gave Mal to her uncle (a general) to raise her. It's farfetched I know. So sue me. In this story Duke is seventeen and Mallory is eight.
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Ray L'onar, leader of the Brotherhood of the Blade, attached his tie and ran a hand through his graying black hair. Looking across the room, he watched his best friend James McMallard getting dressed for tonight's formal dinner and ball at the Marcianno's. Ball was merely a gentleman's term for business venture. These elegant occasions were a way for the Brotherhood and the Renatian(Italian) mob to renew their alliances. The mob was run by the Marciannos a wealthy Renatian family. Dominique Marcianno was the current head of the family. His wife's name was Isabella and he had three children Antony, Maria, and Antonia. The kids were more commonly referred to as Tony, Mary and Tia.
Ray frowned and wrinkled his brow. James was staring at that accursed picture again. His light brown hair was falling in his incredibly blue eyes. Silently Ray stalked up behind his friend. The photo was of a young girl. She had brilliant red hair and James's blue eyes. Her smile was soft and sweet and she was wearing a Puckworld Military Special Forces (PMSF) shirt.
"I'm sure Mallory's just fine." said Ray. James let out an exasperated sigh. He still regretted giving up his daughter. He was aware that she was safer with her uncle, but the thought of her being raised as a military brat made him cringe. He had been given no choice in whether or not to give her up. Her mother, Narya Snowfeather had gone to his brother, Charles and asked him to raise Mallory. He hated being forced to pretend she wasn't his daughter. This situation was every father's worst nightmare. His heart was breaking, Mallory was such a beautiful little duckling. She had her grandmother's bright red hair, her mother's pale peach feathers and
his intense blue eyes. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Ray's hand
landed on his shoulder.
" Go make sure Duke and the other trainees are ready. We can't have the Marciannos thinking we aren't preparing the lads. After all one of them will be leader someday." He said slapping James on the back. He sadly watched his friend leave. He wanted to help James but he didn't know how to accomplish this nearly impossible feat. He sighed and fumbled with his belt, loosening it ever so slightly. It hit him again he was no longer a young man.
James peeked in the door of his trainee's room. It was no surprise Duke was, as always, surrounded by his entourage. They were all there, his best friend Miguel Cattalano, his adopted little brother Joe Darkblade, his advisor and conscience Luis Carren, the group's block-headed daredevil Max Arnez, and the rebel without a cause Lucas Firedrake. Each of them was occupied with some aspect of their looks. Duke was attempting to control his untamable hair. Joe was trying to look a little older than he was and rest were all doing something this line.
"Let's move rookies." James said with a smile. Stunned looks and mumbles followed. "Give a man warning next time won't ya" Joe said in his babyish southern voice. "And as soon as you are a man I will" James laughed. The rest poked a few jokes, but Joe took them lightheartedly as Duke through an arm around his shoulders and gave him a firm squeeze of reassurance before running to the head of the pack. He had to marvel at these young men. Over the past year they had gone from being complete strangers to being brothers. ************************************************************************
Review or I won't write any more of this story.
THANKS to ANGEL for her continued support and reassuring reviews!
