Chapter Eleven: The Forgotten Villain...

Mitch took a deep breath, before walking resolutely to the front of his classroom. "Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby, I want to speak with you four after class today. Am I understood?"

"Yep, crystal." Huey glanced over at his brothers and friend, vaguely wondering what this was about. Mitch appeared to be buying himself time before he would answer their question. Not much time though… Huey vaguely noted as he glanced over at the clock on the wall.

…

Webby just about bounced onto Mitch's desk. "Okay buster! Spill! We know you know something..!"

"Webby!" Huey yanked her off of the desk, his face as red as his favorite hat.

Mitch carefully wiped the desk off of where she had stood upon it, turning to face Louie. He appeared to be the calmest out of the four. "Your father happens to be my best friend. He was a powerful sorcerer, taught me everything that I know about magic, and gave me my first job." Mitch paused here, taking in a deep breath to settle the butterflies that had decided to erupt in his stomach. "Since we were already close, he figured it made sense for him to introduce me to your mother. About six weeks later, he expressed his desire to marry Della."

"Wait...you mean our last names aren't Duck?" Dewey interjected, surprise reflected in his voice.

Mitch shook his head, before continuing. "I was their best man at the wedding. Due to your Uncle Scrooge's, uh, distrust, of magic, none of her family was told about him or the wedding." Mitch stood suddenly, gesturing towards the door. "I am afraid that is all I can tell you. I will see you later. I believe your friends are waiting?"

Louie blinked slowly, before glancing over at the others. "He's got a point. Violet and Lena are waiting for us downstairs."

"Oh yeah… we were going to break the news to them that we have magic too right before we have our sleepover tonight." Webby snapped her fingers, excitement dancing in her eyes.

Mitch arched a single eyebrow upwards, surprised that they were grounded, and yet were having a sleepover. "How…"

"We've been grounded from adventures, not sleepovers with friends. What's the worse that can happen?" They spoke in perfect unison, before racing out the door.

Mitch decided against listing all of their father's enemies. They already had their hands full with their uncle's enemies. They don't need more enemies to constantly look for over their shoulders.

….

Scrooge McDuck was not looking for young female ducks that hatched the same day and year as the boys. Oh no...that would be crazy talk. "Besides Webby, there's Soka Little,Leta Smalls, April Shower, Summer Rain, Winter Breeze, Cookie Crumbles… what kind of names are these?!" He paused, shaking his head as he looked over the page he was listing names and addresses on. Some of those names however, had to be made up...it was the only thing that made sense.

Standing up, he decided that he better start meeting the parents of these girls and figure out which ones were adopted and which ones weren't. How hard could that be?

…..

Too hard. Six houses later found Scrooge tapping a finger on his chin as he tried to think of somewhere else to look. So far, all of the parents he talked to either had laid the egg themselves, or the adopted kid looked nothing like Della, or the strange man that was hugging her in the picture that the kids had found. Scrooge wasn't sure if he should keep an eye out for a child that looked like the other man in that photo, however his posture screamed uncle more than father.

Scrooge rolled his shoulders as he sank into the soft cushioned seats in the back of the limo. "Alright Launchpad. You can take me home n… can we swing by the City Hall Records Vault? I want to look up something."

"Okay, whatever you say Mr. McD." Launchpad twisted the wheel as he turned a corner a bit too tightly. No one ever said that he was a good driver.

…

"What do you mean, the records for Della Duck's children have been stolen?" Scrooge stared at the secretary, stunned beyond words.

"Just that, someone broke in and stole the records...and our backup records." She shrugged, clearly not bothered by this at all.

Scrooge drummed his fingers in annoyance for several seconds, before growling out a command. "Bring me the security tapes from when they were taken."

Her eyes widened in surprise, before hurrying away to do as he had asked. Scrooge looked around the room, noting the rather tight security measures that had been taken. Question was, did they tighten security after the records were stolen, or was this the same measures that the thief had to go through?

"Here you go Mr. McDuck. Our chief of security will be with you." The secretary came back, a tall, extremely muscular man wearing a security uniform right behind her.

"Good." Scrooge shook hands with the man, before moving to sit down. "I recently found out that my niece had four eggs, I was hoping that the birth records for the boys would shine some light on this development. I want to know what happened to the fourth."

"Of course sir… let's get to work shall we?"

~Shadow Realm~

She was tired of the waiting game. Eleven years have gone by, and still the four children prophesied to destroy her where at large. A hiss of frustration escaped her as she rubbed her arm where a burnt mark used to be. Zola would pay dearly for weakening further than what she currently was. Moving swiftly, she walked through the Shadow Realm to where he was last seen. No surprise flashed through her upon seeing that he had left the rundown motel already, leaving nothing behind of use to her. A snarl escaped her, her fingers curling into a tight fist.

"Mi'lady? We may have found something." A short duck that looked similar to Frankenstien appeared behind her, wringing his hands together due to nerves.

"Really?" She lifted one finger up, placing the extremely long, claw like nail right under his chin, tilting his head up. "What might that be?"

"Mitchelle Zola has been teaching a class at a private academy in Ducksburg for the past several weeks." He gulped visibly, clearly frightened by her closeness.

"Perfect!" She purred loudly, releasing him, before twirling in an excited circle. "The Four Brats of dear old Taika will not unite, nor will they succeed in, recreating the Et ex pura luce Cantatio!"

"Take that Taika, you cannot protect your little brats forever… for where's there a Zola, the brats cannot be far behind. Any luck finding Taika's wife?" She turned to face her companions, changing the subject as easily as flipping a switch.

"No...not yet. We'll keep looking, Mi'lady!"

"Good…" A maniacal laugh erupted from her throat as she tossed her head back. She will succeed where her precious twin failed and usher in a new era of darkness into the world…

A/N: Done! Um, yeah... when was the last time I updated this? I feel as if that were clear back in January... funny how it is now March. Anyways, all that just happened... Scrooge is looking for his great-niece that he just learned about.

luverofcats: Are you sure your not my sister..? Joking. And yeah, your spot on about who the sister is.

Angelwings2002: Thank you!

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