Chapter 3

Authors Notes:

Hey everyone! Thanks again for all the comments I have received, I really appreciate the feedback XD. The story itself is shaping up really well and I can't wait to show you all the climax! But patience is key and we will get there very soon. I admit I did get a bit distracted with life and two songs I found in particular. One I based a One-shot on. However, I'm pretty nervous to show it. It does have a few character OC's in it and it is Ducktales related, but semi not? It's confusing. I'll post the link to the song itself but the title is " Getting Stronger" and the premise seems to me to be 3 enemies together working together to defeat a hero. I got a amazing battle scene in my head and well...off I went! XD. But I don't feel really comfortable enough to post it yet. Especially since I'm still so new to the fandom. I do have a few other AU's I'm working on too. But none are complete. I guess though I'd like to ask you all which of these AU's would you like to read? Maybe it'll inspire me to work on that particular story next after the Consumed by Shadows series.
I'll post the AUs at the end of the story in case no one wants to read this long note lol. Anyways, Here's the link to the song.
watch?v=6pp0kdfFzM0&list=RD6pp0kdfFzM0&start_radio=1

Epic, right? ^^;

Till then!

Lore out!

Webby crawled to the darkest part of the mansion within the vents. Opening one to a long abandoned room. She hopped inside and sat in a corner, arms wrapped around her knees. Rocking herself a little, she hummed a tune from her past she remembered her Grandmother using to calm her down when she was little and easily scared of the dark.

Now the dark was the last thing on her mind. She didn't know what to do. The boys knew something was wrong and they weren't letting up on their questions. She couldn't avoid them for much longer. She wanted to tell them. But she didn't want to betray Scrooge's trust. She had just gotten it back, his love. He allowed her to call him Uncle Scrooge and she didn't want him to take that back again! But then again, she couldn't help but feel her heart tug at not telling the boys about the possibility of their mom being alive on the moon.

Everything was just so complicated. What was she supposed to do? She understood both sides and couldn't even make up her mind which was the right thing to do?!

This indecisiveness she knew would only hurt everyone around her, but what else could she do? Her mind was swirling so bad she could feel her breathing pick up and her panic attack starting. No, not again!

It was just like before, she could feel the shadows wrapping around her and trying to cease her breathing. Only this time her mind was in such chaos she couldn't grasp onto anything solid. She felt like she was falling…falling deep within her own fears and subconscious.

Maybe….it's better this way…

"Wow, I didn't think you were this weak pink."

"Lena?!" Webby snapped out of it, back within the dark room. She had been grabbing her wrist so hard she saw a bruise when she removed her hand. Her breathing was settling down and her mind slowly clearing. What was that? Was that really Lena?

"Miss Webbigail?"

Webby jumped to her feet to see Duckworth floating there. "Oh, Duckworth. What's up?" she asked with a slight grin.

He studied her a bit, eyes drifting from her eyes to her wrist she was now hiding behind her back bashfully.

"I was sent to find you, your Grandmother wishes to have a word with you. Although, I suggest to clean up to avoid any unnecessary…..problems."

It was true, her skirt had been ripped in her haste to escape Dewey within the vents. She had a cobweb in her tussled hair and even she knew she had a thin layer of dust within her feathers. She probably resembled a gray duck now than white.

She chuckled a bit and nodded, twirling her hair. "Thanks, I will do that no worries!"

He glanced briefly once more at her and then nodded his head. As she walked past, he smiled a bit.

"You know….no matter what secrets you may or may not keep, family will always love you." With that, he vanished. Webby spun around, tears forming in her eyes. Looking painfully away from where he was, she quickly wiped them away and ran back to her bedroom.

It only took her a few minutes to navigate back to her bedroom. She avoided everyone she could and managed to slink back within the room which was pitch black. She let out a relieved sigh and closed the door behind her.

Then her light flicked on.

Standing before her bed was Dewey, arms folded and an incredible look of anger on his face.

Webby felt her breathing hitch.

His arms were crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed and teeth clenched as if he was resisting the urge to do something.

"Dewey?" She looked concerned. "What are-"

"Where were you?!" he demanded, walking closer to her.

"I…"

"And no more lies! You will tell me what is going on right now!" Dewey pointed at her. "I know what you've been hiding!"

"W-what?! What are you talking-" Webby felt herself backing up as Dewey approached her.

Suddenly the door behind them slammed open and Huey and Louie ran inside, closing and locking the door behind themselves.

"Guys?! Where have you been? Beakley's on the warpath and- woah what happened to you?" Louie pointed to Webby who averted her eyes.

"That's what I want to know." Dewey walked past her and stood before his brothers, turning back to her and crossing his arms across his chest. "Why have you been lying to us?"

Huey looked confused. "Webby? What's Dewey talking about?"

Louie frowned, closing his eyes slightly and crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned against the door.

Webby at first was silent, unsure of what to say.

"Look, I didn't do it to hurt you. I was trying to protect you.." She said weakly.

"Protect us?!" Dewey raged. "This is about our MOM! You knew Scrooge found some kind of information on where she was…some rock solid proof that she may be alive! How is this trying to protect us?!"

Biting her beak, Webby resisted the urge to yell. After all, Dewey in some way was right. This was about their mom.

Huey and Louie's expressions varied from shock to sadness to anger.

"Webby, please tell us.." Huey approached the girl. She looked as if she was going to run.

"I'm sorry okay!? Scrooge made me promise to tell you guys because he didn't know if she was still there.." Webby sighed and fiddled with her skirt. "He didn't want anyone to know until…he was sure."

"Great well that answers everything doesn't it?" Louie words were biting. He crossed his arms and glanced away, an incredible look of hurt on his face.

"Webby how could you keep this from us?" Huey seemed upset too.

"I didn't want to!" She yelled desperately. Arms held out towards them she realized what she had said and was using all her self restraint not to cry. "I didn't want to…" stating this more firmly, she lowered her head and pushed her shoulders up.

The silence between them was deafening.

"But you did." Dewey accused, pointing at her. "You did and made this mess! You knew what would happen if we found out. That's not what friends do….that's not what family does!"

Huey noticed Webby trembling and was starting to think this was going to turn bad, fast. "Uh, Dewey.."

"I thought I made the right choice!" Webby yelled back. "I'm trying to figure this family thing out! Don't think I don't care about you guys!"

"Well you have a funny way of showing it! Its not that hard Webby, we always told you that we'd be there for you to open up to but even now you are keeping secrets behind our backs! Even you know that was wrong otherwise you wouldn't have been so messed up now!" Dewey ranted.

Webby started. What he said was ringing a lot of truth to her and honestly, it hurt more than some of the other things he had said.

"You don't really care about us otherwise you wouldn't have done this!" That was the final nail.

"DEWEY!" Huey gasped and Louie didn't say anything. He couldn't even look at Webby right then.

The door slammed opened. "That will be enough of that." Came Beakley's icy voice.

The triplets instantly straightened.

Webby couldn't help but let the tears flow freely even if she was glancing at her grandmother.

Beakley gave all of them a hard stare. "Boys, go to the living room."

"But-"

"NOW."

With that, Huey pushed his brothers out of the room. Beakley looked at her granddaughter with a small amount of sympathy and sighed. Lowering herself to her height she shook her head.

"Webby you shouldn't let this get to you."

"I…I know.." She wiped away her tears. "I have to be strong, right?"

Giving her granddaughter a small smile, she wiped away some dust from her face. "Yes, but remember its okay to ask for help if you are being overwhelmed." Looking up, Webby's eyes darted a bit. As if trying to sort something out in her mind.

"I'm…sorry." Is the only thing her granddaughter said and Beakley sighed. "Go change, I need to talk to everyone about something." She glanced at her granddaughter before she left. "Webby…know I do what I do because I love you with everything I am."

"Granny?" Webby whispered, but the older duck had already closed the door behind her.

Once Webby had changed and rubbed the dust and cobwebs from her feathers she made her way to the living room where the boys were already waiting.

All three looked rather solemn and seemed to be lost within their own thoughts. Dewey had his arms crossed and wasn't looking at Webby as she entered the room.

It was awkward between all of them and thankfully Beakley was right behind her granddaughter as she entered.

"Good good all of you are gathered. Please take a seat."

Webby sat at the chair furthest from the triplets. She was rubbing her arm and wrist awkwardly.

"Alright. It has come to my attention that there is a lot going on within the home." She glanced at her granddaughter and drifted her eyes over to the boys. "And it seems that secrets are being kept. However, the way they are being treated and revealed it seems are not being handled properly." That last word sent a chill down Huey's spine. Dewey however, seemed to be the only one not affected by Beakley's words.

"It's her fault for keeping these secrets in the first place." He muttered, glaring hard at the window outside.

Sighing, Beakley glanced to her granddaughter who was looking away as well and biting the bottom of her beak. She was trying to not look guilty.

"It also appears to me dear, that you are not handling this situation with Lena well either." Kneeling closer to her, Beakley reached out and turned her granddaughters head so it was facing herself. "I think you need a break from this. You need to rest and recoup your strength."

"Granny, what are you saying?" Webby asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

Beakley sighed. "I am sending you and the boys on a vacation." Both Webby and the Boys open their mouths. "This is not negotiable." Instantly the boys closed their mouths but Webby jumped up.

"Wait Granny! I can't leave now. I'm so close to finding a way to bring Lena back!" She grasped at her hand but Beakley sighed.

"And how close are you? Do you know anything?"

Webby opened her beak but nothing came out, she looked down and away.

"See? Webby I am doing this for your own good. Maybe you need a break. You can't be strong for Lena and yourself if you are losing sleep and not eating."

Alarmed that her Granny seemed to know what was going on she glanced up at her. But Beakley was just smiling down at her Granddaughter. "Please, do this for me. Okay?"

Webby could only nod since she couldn't find a real reason not to at this point.

Then before anyone realized it, the kids were packed and loaded onto the plane.

As Launchpad took off into the sky, Webby pressed her hand against the glass watching her Granny, Scrooge and Donald wave to them.

But a glance back to the boys caused her to stare longingly at Duckburg as it vanished from sight.

This was going to be a long flight.

"22 are ye sure this is a good idea?" Scrooge mumbled, still waving as the plane took off into the sky.

"About Launchpad being the pilot? Heavens no.." A pause. "But the place they are going is safe enough. And its not far. This particular island will be just what they need." She gave a soft smile.

Donald seemed a bit worried as well. The adults rarely let the kids go off anywhere alone. But even they knew they couldn't join them at the moment. Besides, she knew they would be okay.

"Alright then, lets get back to work. Duckworth!" Scrooge yelled only for silence to answer back. He frowned a bit. "Where is that butler?"

Beakley smirked and shrugged. "Maybe dusting the roof?"

The plane was painfully silent. Launchpad himself felt like he was in the middle of a mafia war with the amount of death glares he saw being sent from both sides of the plane.

"Ah, this is your captain speaking. Who wants to watch an episode of the amazing Darkwing?" He smiled brightly at his passengers. Silence. "Ok then! Well start at the beginning! Ep 1 here we go!" He pressed play and the TV swung down from the ceiling. Still, the group ignored it, finding themselves still stubbornly silent.

Webby was staring outside the window, sighing and hoping that this "vacation" would end soon. She needed to get back and look further into helping Lena. Still… glancing back at the boys she felt like her heart was being pierced with three spikes. She knew that she had good intentions, but it seemed her keeping this secret hurt them more than anything else.

But that alone didn't ease her own hurt and anger. The things Dewey said really hurt her. She couldn't forgive him so easily. And to be fair, this was really her first real fight. She…wasn't sure how to talk to them again.

Meanwhile the boys were strangely quiet and Dewey seemed to be pouting. Huey was eyeing his younger brother with slight worry. "Dewey.." he started.

"No."

"You don't even know what I was going to say."

"I'm not apologizing to Webby. I did nothing wrong!"

Huey raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

Rolling his eyes, Louie pressed a few buttons on his phone and turned to his brothers. "Look you all are being stupid about this. Let's just accept it and move on okay?"

Both brothers turned to Louie with semi shocked expressions. But the youngest had his eyes stubbornly glued to the phone. Typing who knows what.

Dewey didn't know what to say to that so he just narrowed his eyes and looked away.

Huey sighed. "I know we are all upset about Webby didn't tell us. It hurts.. frankly it hurts a lot. But..we can't keep this up. Louie…"

"I know, I know." Louie huffed, crossing his own arms. "I'm just…tired of all these secrets. Like Dewey I'm mad she didn't tell us. After how much we have tried to include her in everything…I trusted her!" A few tears seemed to leak from his eyes as he slammed his hand down on his armrest.

Dewey looked at his brother, worried. "Louie…" He reached out and gave him a one armed hug.

Huey studied his brothers once more. "I think we all feel a little betrayed. But, she did say that Scrooge told her not to tell us. If anything, he's partly to blame too."

"What was he thinking? I heard him talking to Uncle Donald too…they were all in on it." Dewey angrily rested his chin on his hand.

"I wonder what the recording said.." Huey said, he was fingering his Junior Woodchuck guidebook nervously.

"Why don't you ask her?" Dewey pointed to Webby who noticed the boys talking about her. Her head tilted a bit towards them.

It was obvious she had heard them but she didn't bother with a response. She was too tired to deal with their attitudes.

"Webby?" Huey asked.

"What?" she snapped.

Dewey's eyes narrowed at this.

Huey frowned. "What did the recording say?"

Startled at the others question, she frowned and wrapped her arms around her knees. "It was pretty broken and distorted. But Uncle Scrooge and the others seemed to think it was Della. A few words here and there. I couldn't make out most of it since I was hiding in the vents. But I know she mentioned you guys."

Huey looked saddened by this. "Okay.."

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Webby turned her attention back outside. But it seemed as if it was getting darker and she could now make out rain drops pelting her window. Baffled, she glanced outside as far as she could. The dark clouds were gathering and somewhere in the back of her mind she found this a little odd. Was it supposed to rain today?

Huey seemed to be okay sulking now. He was worried now about their mom and fiddled with his book.

"Hey… you okay?" Dewey asked his brother and Huey just turned to him.

"I guess. You know I thought learning about mom would bring our family closer. But instead all its done is tore us apart. First the whole Spear of Selene thing with Uncle Scrooge. Then this with Webby hiding the possibility of mom being alive. This is supposed to be a happy thing." He frowned. "Why does it hurt so much?"

"Feeling betrayed by family. Those we considered close to us is never easy." Louie commented from his seat, staring out the window.

"We were able to forgive Scrooge." Huey pointed out.

"He's family." Dewey stated.

"And I'm not?" Webby's voice echoed around them. She was standing now, no more than a foot away from the triplets.

Dewey looked annoyed. "Excuse me but its rude to interrupt a personal conversation you know."

Webby raised an eyebrow. "It's hard to have a personal conversation in the same room as someone you are talking about."

Louie snorted. "She's got you there dude."

Dewey shot his brother a glare before turning it back on Webby. "Whatever.."

"No you don't." she grasped onto his arm. "I want an answer Dewey."

"To what?"

"Am….Am I.." Webby struggled to form the sentence. "Am I family?"

Dewey gave her a blank look. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about!"

"No I really don't."

"You always do this!" Webby threw her arms up into the air and turned away.

"Do what?!" Dewey was now on the defensive.

"Whenever you don't want to answer a question you always act confused and dumb!"

"Hey!" Dewey yelled.

"Wait a minute Webby that is crossing a line." Huey commented, also standing up and walking in between them both.

"What line?! He's acting stupid when he knows exactly what I am talking about!" Webby thrust her arms towards said duck, who was crossing his own arms.

"Still calling our brother stupid isn't cool." Louie appeared at Dewey's other side. "Especially when this whole issue is your fault."

Webby felt like a caged animal and she grit her beak, hands clenched at her sides. "What do you expect me to do about it?! I'm sorry Uncle Scrooge confided in me something about your mom that could potentially devastate you?"

"How could this devastate us?! She's our mom! She's alive and that's great!" Dewey yelled back. The winds outside the plane were picking up and Launchpad was starting to see lightning in the distance.

"But what if she's not?!" Webby shot back, her voice hitching and Huey noticed it.

There was more to this than just Webby hiding the truth because it could hurt them.

Dewey didn't answer but glared back at the girl who was losing energy fighting with them.

"It still wasn't right for you to hide it from us, we deserved to know." Louie stated.

"Whatever." Webby was tired of yelling. It was a never ending circle with them anyways. She turned to leave but Dewey this time grasped her arm.

"You always do this too! You always run away when you are backed up against a wall!" Dewey's voice accused.

"You'd prefer I become more aggressive?" Webby clenched her fists and suddenly the three jumped away a safe distance.

Launchpad noticed the plane starting to shake a bit as they got closer to the strange storm. He looked pretty confused but continued onward. It couldn't get much worse, right?

Webby went back to her seat, and the others followed.

"That isn't something you say to family Webby!" the red clad triplet was starting to get annoyed.

Crossing her arms, she was trying to settle deeper into her seat.

"Well I guess it doesn't matter anyways! You guys only care about finding your mom and how much you are hurting." Her words were biting and Dewey walked up to her chair, slamming his hands upon her armrests.

Startled, Webby briefly glanced up then away from the hurt look Dewey was giving her.

After a few seconds he yanked himself away and walked over to Louie who wrapped an arm around his brother.

Suddenly the plane began to rock violently. "Uhhh this your captain speaking!" Launchpad frantically announced.

"How can you say that?!" Huey yelled to Webby who was gripping onto the armrests.

"Well isn't it true?!" Webby spread out her arms.

The power of the airplane went out, sending an angry red light echoing throughout the cabin but the triplets and Webby weren't paying any attention to it.

Another lurch and Webby was sent to the planes floor but she quickly got up. Still looking at the triplets with hurt and anger. "You guys aren't the only ones hurting here and all you seem to care about is yourselves!"

Louie's tears began to flow freely. "Oh?! We only care about ourselves?! Who came to your rescue in the Amazon when you were being consumed by shadows?!"

Gripping a hand to her heart, Webby's head lowered as she tried to keep her panic in check. "You guys don't understand anything…" she whispered brokenly.

"You mean about your potentially destructive desire to save Lena?" Dewey growled while Huey said something else at the same time.

"Then tell us! Webby what's.." Huey reached out and brushed his fingers against her shoulder.

That's when it all fell apart.

Webby screamed and hit her knees as glass sprayed all over her.

Wind erupted within the cabin and frantically Launchpad was trying to keep the plane in the air. But the winds around the plane were smashing so hard that metal began creaking and several windows broke in succession.

Instantly the boys anger subsided. "Webby!" All three yelled out and reached her. It was Huey who noticed her hyperventilating.

"…are you having a panic attack?!"

Breathing hard, she could only look up at the triplets with tear stained eyes.

Dewey's eyes began to look around. The red blinking light, the broken glass…his gaze travelled to launchpad.

"THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN YELLING! GET TO YOUR SEATS NOW AND BUCKLE UP!" Launchpad's grip on the controls was slipping. He looked out the rapidly cracking window. Before them suddenly appeared a tornado.

"Huh….that's new.." Launchpad commented.

The group scrambled to get to their seats and buckle themselves in. Huey grasping onto Webby and buckling her in as she seemed to be in the middle of a panic attack.

Dewey grit his beak, the plane was shaking rapidly and it felt like it was going to be torn apart. Groaning metal, then the sound of rivets being forced from their holes. It sounded like pinballs in a machine. Each target they hit was another piece of metal being ripped from the plane. Louie swore he saw the propeller fly by his window. But he slammed his eyes shut after that.

He didn't see what happened next.

But Huey did, he watched in horror as the front half of the plane was ripped from the body. Launchpad being flung away into the swirling vortex of wind with it.

"LAUNCHPAD!" The group of kids screamed.

Webby was gripping onto her seat and looking around herself as the plane began to crumble around them. The outside was being stripped away like peels from a banana. Quickly she realized that they couldn't remain like this.

"DEWEY!" Webby yelled against the howl of the wind. Dewey's head snapped to his best friend and she reached her arm out.

And then the plane around them disintegrated.

Her heart dropping, she saw the four of them suspended in midair and time seemed to stop momentarily. Every part of the plane was ripped away, revealing to them the horror of what was before them. A twister.

Huey was reaching towards his brothers. Louie was grasping onto his phone with his eyes closed, crying. Dewey looked around, then at Webby with fear and sorrow.

Webby could only look back at him and gave him a soft smile. Despite everything, she couldn't stay mad at them. Her arm was still held out towards the triplets. "It's going to be okay!" She yelled to them. And all three looked at her. A desperation overtook them and they all reached out towards her.

But she knew it was too late.

Eyes widening, she gasped as her seat was jerked into the twister. The winds violently flung her away from the three.

"WEBBY!" All three screamed in horror.

Louie's seat was next to go. "NO!" Huey yelled as he reached out. Louie's scream quickly faded as he was launched spinning to the left and Dewey grasped onto the only brother he had left.

Dewey was shaking and crying. Huey could see their chairs beginning to separate as well and he quickly pressed the button to the side of Dewey's chair which ripped him up and away from his brother. Glancing up, he saw a parachute which was quickly being overtaken by the winds. He looked back at his brother.

"HUEY!" Dewey reached down and Huey shook his head. "No! nonono!" Dewey saw his brother smiling before his own chair was flung violently to the right. He could feel himself losing consciousness when his head slammed back from the winds. His last thoughts were on his brothers and Webby before everything became black.

Authors Note #2: Psssttt...

Here's the AU's I'm working on. Lemme know if anyone wants to read these so I can continue them. As it is.. all have fairly random scene's written out so far. (None of the first chapters sadly so I can't post them...since they have major spoilers of the stories.)

Make a Move- Webby herself had been told what happened to her parents by her Granny. But on the night before her 16th birthday a man shows up claiming he is her father. Flashy, rich and quite mysterious, Vincent Vanderquack seemed to appear from nowhere. As she slowly begins to learn the truth of her birth, she also learns her fathers true intentions. Everyone else believes he is pure evil, but is that really the case?

Fragments- At 16, the triplets and Webby have formed tight bonds. Louie is slowly earning his first million from Louie Inc, Webby has become a part time spy with SHUSH and part time explorer. Dewey has his pilot's license and is often seen going on adventures and spy missions with Webby, and Huey is busy developing new technology to help his family in any way he can as well as the world. But when Louie is offered a cool deal for a new kind of fuel that may help Duckburg and the world, he seeks the help of Webby, Lena and his brothers. All five go this mysterious island that only appears once every 500 years, keeping this a secret from their guardians of course! But this island becomes much more than even they can handle. Split up and quickly running out of time, each group has to rely on their strengths to face the trials the island throws at them. But the clock is ticking and they must escape this island, even at the cost of one of their own.

Sight,Touch,Voice and Soul- At Castle McDuck, a secret door is discovered and opened. There resided a ancient book of prophecy. An ancient evil would be released within the world and four would both gain and lose due to to a curse within the family.
The one with the book would lose their sight
The one with the strong will would lose their body
The one with the skills would lose their voice
And the one to bring light would be consumed by shadows.
To Scrooge, this seems like a silly Fairy tale and is somewhat relieved that no one in the family had four offspring that this curse would strike.
Boy was he so wrong.

Anyway, if any of these interest anyone, let me know ^^.. I'll eventually get them all out but as of right now they are only fragments of random ideas I had. All at least have one scene written out of them. Also if anyones interested in seeing the music fanfic I did to the song above, let me know as well.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and until next time!