Webby and Mrs. Beakley was putting clothes in the two bags. It was a field trip that the two went on each year. It was basically where they made sure their survival skills weren't rusty. However, Dewey and Huey decided to come with them.

Since they really didn't have much to do, they were bored. Huey wasn't able to compete in the Senior Junior Woodchucks since they moved away from Duckburg. Dewey just wanted to go with them to spend time with Webby.

This was the first time she'd come out of her room in a few days, and she looked miserable. Even though it's been two years, she was still both traumatized and sad about Leah. Her own mom had tried to kill her.

Webby kept sighing as she folded the clothes. Everyone could tell she was miserable, but Beakley said that they should leave her be. The triplets, however, knew that they were going to have to intervene. That's why they sneak in her room all the time to play games and cheer her up.

Webby had just gotten done packing and was walking towards her room to get the last of her stuff for the trip, so Dewey took this chance to talk to her. He walked up to her bedroom door and watched as she grabbed her stuff.

"You know," he started. "It would probably be better to have the lights on."

She shrugged. "I like it this way."

Dewey stares at her. "Why?"

Webby turned to him. "Because I like it."

He backed away as he raised his hands. "Fine, geez. It was just a question."

"That's what they all say." She barked back and turned back to her stuff.

Dewey thought of something to say quickly, without thinking of the consequences. "So, what do you do here?"

Webby shrugged. "Mostly just throw knives against the wall. Other times just look out the window and wish I could have a better life."

Dewey gasped. "How could you have a better life than this?"

"A lot of ways Dewey." She started. "Like not having to know about my mom being evil for starters."

Dewey gasped again. "What, you're still on that. Is that what this has been all about? All of those hours you spent sitting in here alone."

Webby sighed. "Dewey, if you're trying to…"

"Webby," he cut her off. "You can't keep shoving us away."

She moans. "Why, Dewey?"

Dewey sighs. "Because we want you to be happy."

She sighs as well. "No Dewey, why can't you guys let me mourn."

Dewey was confused. "Mourn what?"

She drops her stuff and growls. "The fact that my mom tried to kill me." She turned to him with a look of death on her face. "The fact that I don't know what happened to my father. Also, I don't even know if I can trust my granny!"

Dewey stepped back a little and frowned. She was right, how could argue. "I'm sorry, Webby." He said with a sigh. "I'm just trying to help."

He looked down and started to descend down the stairs. After Webby realized what she just did, it was too late. She proved his point. She does push everyone who tries to help her away. She was really the problem.

Tears started rolling down her face, and it seemed as if a river was forming on the carpet. She turned back to her stuff and resumed to pack, tears streaming down her face like rain, and a heart broken deep inside her chest. She was losing her friends.

Dewey sat next to Huey in the car. He was facing the window with his earphones on. He was listening to music as they were driving towards the mountain. He wasn't really too excited for this trip anymore, especially since he and Webby had a little bit of a fight.

Huey noticed the tension his brother held. He reached for his hat and brought out his Junior Woodchuck guidebook. He flipped through a few pages and came across a page about how to talk to someone about this.

He couldn't find anything good and just decided to wing it. "So…" He paused. "What's… um… what's wrong?"

Dewey shrugs and sighs. "I just… I'm trying to help Webby but she won't let me." He looked at his brother. "I don't know what to do."

Before Huey could respond, the Jeep started going haywire. "Hang on everyone, the brakes broke!" Yelled Mrs. Beakley.

The Jeep started going in circles and was slamming everyone into each window and door. Mrs. Beakley was able to pull the Jeep straight again, turning it towards a single tree. It would've been better than flying off a mountain.

However, Mrs. Beakley couldn't keep it like that until impact. The Jeep went hurdling off the road, sending it heading down the mountain. Dewey and Huey were thrown out of the Jeep, sent flying into a random location on the mountain. Beakley and Webby were thrown out a few seconds later, separating them from their food, water, supplies, and Dewey and Huey.

Dewey awoke right next to an unconscious Huey. He looked all around to see that they were in a forest. No. They were on the mountain. Fear and pain struck Dewey immediately when he figured it out. They were lost.

He got off of Huey and stared down at his brother. He began to shake Huey violently to wake him, but nothing happened. Dewey had to do something quick, or Huey could die. He didn't have Beakley or Webby, and he had no survival training.

Beakley awoke to Webby looking toward a mysterious light radiating from the back of a cave. Beakley slowly got up to meet her granddaughter. Once she was up, she began to walk towards her niece.

She was staring at the amazingly gorgeous light at the end of the cave. Beakley had to agree, it was beautiful. She couldn't believe her eyes. Webby looked at her grandma and slowly turned her face to a smile.

"Come on, granny." She said with glee. "Who knows what treasures are waiting for us."

Beakley grabbed her niece before she could run off. "Hold on Webbigail. We need to find the boys."

Webby laughs. "Yeah right, Huey is a survivalist, and Dewey has survived a broken ribcage and broken ankle."

Beakley glares at her. "Now Webbigail, you don't know that." She looked back. "The boys could be in danger."

Webby shrugs. "They're fine. Let's go."

Webby slips out of Beakley's grasp and runs for the light. "Webbigail!" Screams Beakley.

Dewey was looking all around for something to make a fire. All he could find was rocks and sticks. He kept the sticks, but threw the rocks. He placed the sticks in a triangular shape and ripped up the grass out of the ground so when the fire started, it wouldn't cause a wildfire.

Dewey searched all around for something to start a fire with, but couldn't find something to start a flame. He rubbed sticks together, but nothing happened. He tried to use a piece of glass from the Jeep to start a fire from the sun, but it was nearly nighttime.

However, as if Dewey wasn't already unlucky enough, a howl came from the woods. It was a wolf. Dewey crawled onto Huey and slapped him and slapped him, but he wouldn't wake up. Eventually, the wolf came up to Dewey and the unconscious Huey.

The wolf was alone, luckily. Dewey knew that wolves traveled in packs, so it was surprising for this one to be alone. This was going to take a lot of effort to deal with, but he was going to have to fight a wolf.

Beakley was chasing Webby across the cave. Dodging rock after rock, limb after limb, just to get to her granddaughter. Webby was the only family Beakley had left, and she couldn't ever bear to remember what happened to Webby's dad.

Eventually, the chasing stopped however. Webby was staring at the thing that layer before them. Beakley recognized it immediately, while it took Webby by surprise. However, before Webby could ask what it was, Beakley ripped her from the sight.

Beakley tugged here towards the mouth of the cave, but Webby kept escaping. She longed to know what this was, and she wouldn't stop trying to figure it out. Eventually, Webby put her foot down after ten minutes of trying to escape her grandma.

"Granny," she started. "Why are you dragging me away?"

Beakley stared at her. "Webby, that fountain is dangerous. It holds secrets you don't need to know."

Webby looked at Beakley. "What are you talking about?"

Beakley shrugged off the question. "Come here, now, young lady."

Webby backed up and stomped her foot. "No, tell me what this is, now."

Beakley frowned and clenched her teeth. "Webbigail, do not disobey me."

Webby looked away and huffed. "I'm staying here until I figure this out."

Beakley looked for a way to get her out of there, but she eventually had to give in. "Webby…" she hesitated. "That's the mystical fountain of truth. It will reveal things you don't need to know."

Webby dropped her mouth. "Why did you want to keep this from me. You said no more secrets, what are the secrets?"

Beakley shuddered. "I can't let you know yet."

Webby growled. "Then I'll find out myself."

She ran for the fountain. Beakley gave pursuit, but it was no use to try and catch her. She was too fast and she was already at the fountain. Beakley couldn't do anything about it now.

"What secrets is my grandma keeping?" She asked the fountain.

Images of a weird duck showed up. However, the duck had a name tag and on it read 'Reddy Vanderquack'. It was Webby's father. Tears formed at Webby's eyes once she read the name. She stared at the fountain as a movie of secrets being revealed played.

She watched as Reddy answered a door to see a soldier duck. She watched as he walked into a war zone. She watched as a bullet impaled her father's chest and slammed him to the ground in one quick second, and she watched as he took his final breath.

She watched the fountain form into her grandma. She watched her grandma walk up to a vulture. She gave him money as he led her out to the car where a baby sat. It was baby Webby. Beakley wasn't Webby's grandma. She was an adopted niece, and her biological parents were gone.

The fountain then turned into a lip. "Hello child."

Webby was slowly taken out of her trans as the fountain spoke. "Granny. You lied to me? My whole life is a lie." Webby looked at her hands. "HOW COULD YOU!"

Beakley backed up, shocked at the backlash. "Now Webby. This doesn't mean that I don't love you."

"Save it." She mumbles.

Beakley was hurt. She usually never got this hurt, but she was hurt. "Webbigail Vanderquack. You need to stop and listen."

"Hello!" Screamed the fountain. "Stop fighting."

Webby and Beakley turn to the fountain. They were mystified at this. However, it was mystic so they really couldn't be too surprised, especially since this happened a lot. The fountain stared at them and frowned.

"Listen," she started. "I do not tell the truth so two can fight, but so that truth may consume and make peace."

Beakley walked up to the fountain and stared straight down at it. "Listen, you have just sparked an argument."

The fountain shrugs. "Well, true. But truth unites us all."

Beakley growls and punches the water. "Not all the time."

The fountain nods. "Well, eventually it does."

Beakley punches the water again. "What do you want? Do you want me to tell her she's adopted. That she was never really my niece. That her parents both had tragic stories. Her mom was Mr. McDucks friend. That I covered up everything just so she would be happy?"

The fountain frowns and nods. "Yes."

The fountain motioned towards Webby who was on the verge of tears. Beakley had screwed up for the first time since 1956. She sighed and started to walk towards Webby. She sat down next to her, but Webby just scooted away and moved over. Beakley didn't know where to start.

Dewey was facing down the wolf. It was growling at him with a very empty stomach and scratches. Dewey gulped as the wolf stepped closer. The wolf roared with all its might. They all suddenly heard moaning coming from the mountain.

Dewey and the wolf stared straight at the mountain. It was shaking and breaking apart every second, it was coming down. This was an avalanche. Dewey looked around for his brother and realized he was in front of a tree.

Dewey began to run for his brother but the wolf pounced. The wolf didn't care. Either it would die eating or die starving. The wolf growled at the duck, showing all of its mighty teeth. The creature pounced at Dewey and landed on him.

He began to bite down, aiming directly at Dewey's head to lay a fatal blow. However, Dewey has dealt with worse. Dewey threw a fist at the wolf and knocked the air out of it. The wolf gained its breath back and growled.

It hit at Dewey some more, eventually finding a way to get its prey. The wolf raised its paws and slammed it down at Dewey. Dewey caught the paws, not realizing that this is what the wolf wanted him to do.

The wolf had him pinned. Dewey looked for a way out, but he couldn't. For the first time in a while, something had won. However, during the fighting, they both forgot about the avalanche.

Rock roared as it slid down the mountain. The wolf was pulled from its doomed prey to look at its impending doom. Before the wolf realizes it, a rock hit the wolf and knocks it off Dewey and into a tree.

Dewey gets up and runs for his brother. He slides down right next to him and holds tight. He got behind a tree and continued to hold his brother tight. Rock slammed against the tree, pushing Dewey back a little.

His brother soon started to moan. He was awaking. However, he was also slipping. Dewey panicked and tried to pull his brother up, but failed. His brother began to go with the rock but he grabbed Huey with his foot.

Huey jolts his eyes open, feeling the pain of rocks bashing his feet. He looks up and sees Dewey. "What's happening!?"

"Avalanche!" Shouted Dewey.

They then heard whining. They turned their heads towards the whining to see the wolf. Dewey couldn't help but feel bad for the wolf, since it was just trying to eat. He looked down at Huey and got an idea.

"Huey, do you have an idea?" He asked

Huey shook his head. "Sorry."

Dewey then looked at the wolf and narrowed his eyes. "I'm going by myself!"

Before Huey could respond, Dewey jumped. However, he was immediately dragged down by rock. Huey grabbed him in the nick of time, but the wolf would die without help. They couldn't do anything now. The wolf would die.

The rock slowly came to a stop and so did the whining. Dewey looked up at the deceased wolf, dripping blood down the tree. Dewey looked down and began to cry. He wasn't sad about the wolf, and he didn't know why he was sad.

Huey was his brother crying. "Hey, it's ok. I bet the wolf is happy."

Dewey shook his head. "It's not that."

Huey looked at him concerned. "Then what is it?"

Dewey sighed. "I just… I wanted to help Webby and the wolf. And I haven't been able to succeed yet." He looked up. "I just… I just don't think I'm good enough."

Huey looked at his brother in disbelief. "Dewey, you can't expect to help everyone. Sometimes people don't want to be helped."

Dewey looked at his brother. "But I want to help."

"You can't expect to help and succeed all the time." Huey said.

Dewey smiles and wipes the tears from his eye. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

"Now, let's go Dewey." Huey sighs. "It's been a long day."

Beakley was sitting next to Webby, silent. "Listen," she spoke up. "I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want this to happen."

Webby turns to her. "What do you mean? Maybe you should've told me. This might not be happening if you told me."

Beakley looks down. "I know, but…"

"But what?" Growls Webby. "But you wanted to protect me? But you wanted to keep me mentally stable? My father died and I didn't know it. I'm not even related to you and neither was my mom!"

"Webby…" Beakley turned to speak.

"Webby nothing!" Screams Webby. "YOU ARE THE WORST GRANNY!"

Webby started crying and punching Beakley. Beakley just accepted it and let her take her rage out on her. Webby slowly started to use less strength and energy as she slid into the arms of her "granny".

"Webby," Beakley started. "I'm sorry. I lied to you because I didn't want you to be hurt. I didn't want to ruin your spirit. And I wanted you to still love me the way you do."

Webby pulls out a little and stares at Beakley. "But keeping the secret just hurt me more."

Beakley sighs. "I realize that now, and I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Webby slowly begins to smile. "Sure, granny." She smiles at Beakley.

They hug and get up. They start walking towards the mouth of the cave, they soon come out of distance of the fountain.

"I love you granny." Says Webby.

"I love you too." Says Beakley. "And I'll stay with you forever."

However, what they didn't know is that the fountain can predict the future, and over with the fountain, it shook its head.

"Wrong." It said.

However, the two couldn't hear it, for they were out of the cave. A picture then popped up with a mysterious figure on it. It was a black shaped figure with a pirate hat, wooden leg, and a scar. It was Black Duck.

"Look into my water to find your enemy, as well as destiny. Where you have your final breath, is where you will have your death. Sadness will rise, and there will be more demise." Preached the fountain.

At last, no one was able to hear, so no one knew the wisdom. However, it could be a prediction. But yet, it's mystical. But still everything has flaws, even a mystical object.

Beakley and Webby were walking through the forest, yelling the boys names, when they heard a scream back. Eventually, they all met up again. They explained what happened as Beakley found a phone and called Launchpad.

Launchpad picked them up, and that was that. The day was over, and secrets uncovered. Except, Dewey was walking around and found a photo inside a cardboard box. It was a picture of a hefty man with a white suit.

Dewey opened his eyes in surprise. "Dad?"