Chapter Five: What Happened to Four? Also... Louie makes a discovery!

Louie slid into his desk in the Illusions classroom, glad that he actually managed not to fall behind with his homework in this class...yet. Webby was chatting eagerly with Dewey about the lesson that they had just the day before on mirages. "Mirage aqua Oasis." Webby waved her hand casually, a grin crossing her features as an oasis appeared in the classroom.

Mitch appeared out of nowhere, nodding his head in approval. "Very good Webbigail. Now then class, today we will be learning about Scrying. Now this is a bit more difficult so I don't expect anyone to get it off right away. In fact, I will be surprised if anyone gets it right within the next three years." The class murmured with surprise...and anticipation. Mitch walked to the front of the class, sitting on top of his desk. "Everyone should have a mirror on your desk. Now think of something you would like to see. Good...now repeat after me: Ad revelare mihi!"

Cries of the ancient language rippled through the class as they called out, attempting the spell. Mitch smiled as he watched, before speaking up calmly. "I want everyone to read Chapter Fifteen today for homework. Got it? There will be a quiz tomorrow. Now for the quiz that I had promised you all yesterday."

~Later that Same Day~

Louie had just finished reading the chapter assigned in Illusions when Scrooge McDuck flung his bedroom door open. "Pack up! I have located the Idol of Cibola!"

Louie groaned, sitting the book down as he stared after his uncle. "Another adventure already? We only started school three weeks ago!"

"Louie! Come on! You don't want to miss out on this!" Huey yelled up the stairs, Louie suspected possibly with a backpack filled with emergency supplies slung over his shoulder.

"Alright! I'm coming!" Louie lunged out of his comfy desk office chair, snagging up the green backpack that was assigned as his adventure pack. Shouldering it on his shoulder, he hurried down the stairs.

Webby was bouncing on her toes, while chatting a mile a minute with Dewey. Huey was triple-checking his stuff, while Scrooge was talking to Donald and Mrs. Bleakley. "Don't worry. I'll have them home by Monday...if everything goes according to plan."

Louie frowned, worry twisting in his stomach. What if nothing went according to plan? They needed a plan B just in case of booby traps and such… if there were any. Louie took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes, remembering how the spellbook mentioned that once one masters scrying, they can do it within their mind's eye. "Ad revelare mihi!" He whispered to himself, a single thought of all the booby traps that he wanted to avoid flaring across his mind.

A moment later, he opened his eyes again, feeling a little shaken. It had worked… somehow, that spell had worked! He had seen every single booby trap, and now knew that no matter what they did, they will be almost crushed by a giant rolling boulder.

"You sure we can't just stay home this time around? Someone else could fetch it for you?" Louie knew he was whining...but there was no way that he was gonna get crushed by a giant boulder!

"Nonsense Louie… let's go have some fun!" Scrooge shook his head at him, as if that was the strangest request he had ever heard.

Louie fell silent, wondering what it was that he was supposed to do now…

~Two Days Later, Sunday, McDuck Manor~

Huey glanced over at Louie...and immediately knew something was wrong. He had just gotten back from talking with Scrooge about something, possibly the mess that Louie had helped them get out of...and he was trembling.

"Louie? You ok there?" Huey glanced over at Dewey and Webby, both of whom looked just as concerned as he felt.

"Um yeah...you remember what Mitch said about the whole scrying business and using mirrors or another reflective surface for the first three years?" Louie looked uneasy, quickly gesturing for his brothers and friend to enter his room.

"Yeah? What about it?" Webby hopped onto his bed, her feet swinging above the floor.

"Well...before we left I scryed using only my mind's eye...which is how I knew about the booby traps...and back there, when I closed my eyes while you all were dealing with the Gryopuddlians...I did it again." Louie stared down at his shaking hands.

"That is...kinda creepy. I mean why tell us that something ain't possible if it is actually possible?" Huey scratched the back of his head, confusion crowding his eyes.

Webby shrugged, uncertainty dancing in her features. "Um...the other day I was talking with some of the other students in our class...and they said that they weren't having as easy as a time as the four of us when it comes to the spells."

"But none of that makes sense! I mean our second lesson he mentioned that it typically stays in a families...though sorcerers who aren't as powerful are the first ones in their family that forced themselves to learn how to do it…" Dewey trailed off, what he just said dawning in his eyes. "We know absolutely nothing about our dad."

"And I know nothing about either of my parents. I mean...obviously my mom has to be Granny's daughter so it must be my dad that i get it from too." Webby cut in, starting to bounce on her toes.

"True...but didn't Mitch mention that you're mom specialized in a certain category of spells?" Huey asked stubbornly.

"Oh right… you think that she made herself learn to use magic?" Webby tilted her head to the side.

"Either that or Mrs. Bleakley is a sorceress. We should keep a close eye on her just in case." Louie pointed out, unease slipping in again as he wondered if that was the case, why hadn't she revealed herself to help fight against Magicka?

"Agreed!" "We still aren't telling the adults what are one class is...are we?"

"Webby!"

~Shadow Realm~

Lena dodged several shadowy creatures, a shiver rippling down her back. She knew that he was here...somewhere. True, she rather be following Webby around to make sure that she is never replaced as her best friend. But she also needed to know if there was a way for her to get back to the Real Realm. Finally she spotted him. He was a full head taller than Launchpad, though his build was more of the track athlete than football player. He was wearing a dark blue sweater, and blown out jeans with brown sneakers. Lena smiled as she spotted the wedding ring that glistened in the afternoon sun.

"Paris, France, uh? I was thinking you would go to Hollywood." Lena joked as she moved to stand next to the man that was in the Real Realm.

The man tilted his head, as if to listen to something, pulling out a slim cell phone. Placing it by his ear, he spoke directly to Lena, his eyes latching onto hers. "Hey there little cousin. What's up?"

"I need to know if there is a way out of here Van. Please…" Lena hated begging. But it had to be done. If she was going to reunite with Webby, she had to beg for the world's most powerful sorcerer's help. Probably a good thing they were distant cousins.

"You must face your greatest fear and overcome it." Van crossed his arms, staring straight ahead.

"What's that supposed to mean? Can't you give me a spell or something?"

"No. You will understand when the time is right." Van brushed back a loose strand of brown hair, eyeing her out of the corner of his eye, before speaking again. "I have to go. I will speak with you later Lena."

"Fine...Bye Van." Lena sighed, before turning and making the long trek back to the McDuck Manor where her best friend lived.

A/N: Done! So yeah... Any guesses on who Lena's cousin is...and here's a hint... go reread the very first chapter. (Prologue) Can't think of anything...sorry I haven't been updating. Been busy...and lazy...mainly lazy but I am sure we can just claim that I have been busy!

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