Authors Note:

Hey Hey Everybody! Here's another chapter for your enjoyment! Hope everyones having a wonderful week! I've been plugging away not just on this fanfic but at least 5 others I want to post in the future. I'm on tumblr a lot more and asked if anyone wanted me to post early chapters of these fanfics! I've had a couple requests and am writing scenes to post on there! As a refresher these are the ones I am working on:

Clashing Destiny (Still work in progress title)- A prophecy for the McDuck clan was discovered and when Scrooge read it, he was both worried and semi relieved. For you see the prophecy stated that four offspring of the McDuck line would face tragedy and loss.
The one with the book will lose their sight
The one with the strong will would lose their body
The one with the skills would lose their voice
The one to inherit the light would be consumed by shadows.
Good thing clan McDuck had no one that had four children.
But…an ancient evil was unleashed and began to attack them. And Scrooge slowly realized how wrong he was.

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.

Make a Move- Webby 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?

Chasing After Miracles (working title)-
With another enemy randomly appearing, the boys and Scrooge were kidnapped with Scrooge leaving a letter for Beakley to come and rescue them. Knowing that is obviously a test for her and Webby, Beakley can't help but be annoyed at the old codger for setting this up. Never the less, a excited Webby and obviously resistant Beakley decide to rescue them. After all, what could go wrong?
Only it does, it goes so wrong that Beakley and Webby are trapped and quickly running out of air. Now the boys and Scrooge have to escape their captives to rescue the rescuers. But the clock is ticking and as each side tries to save Beakley and Webby, secrets and fears are revealed. What is Beakley hiding about her past? Why has she been so overprotective over Webby all these years? And will Webby be able to accept the hard truths coming her way? And most importantly….will they escape?

Past Lives-
Webby Vanderquack has haunted the McDuck manor as long as she could remember. It wasn't easy hiding from Scrooge but she knew if he had found her spirit she would have been driven out of her home. When the triplets came everything changed. The boys stumbled upon her one day and although were scared soon realized she wouldn't hurt them. Trying to keep their new ghost friend a secret, the boys soon realized there was more to Webby than just a ghost haunting a random house. She and Scrooge were connected somehow and Dewey especially had to find out how. After a heated confrontation with Scrooge upon the matter, the boys slowly are coming closer to the truth. But will it do more harm than good?

I've already posted a scene from Clashing Destiny. My next ones may be Make a Move or Chasing after Miracles. Past Lives will probably be the last one I will post up since I don't have a full idea where I want to go with the story yet. I have a idea of which scene I might write out though. If anyone is interested in seeing any scenes from any of these future stories I might post them up here on as well under Sneak Peek. Buttt we shall see how it goes.

Also yeah, let me know what you think of how the story is progressing? Things are going to get more interesting within the next few chapters so I hope you are ready for some intense emotions and action! ^^ Will Webby and the boys reconcile? Will Donald find Della?! I'm hopefully expecting this series to at least have 10 chapters if not maybe 12 before its finally ended.

Lore out!

Chapter 5

Dewey felt like collapsing into the sand and letting the sea take him into its murky depths to be devoured by the seas overgrowing population of fish and sea monsters.
"Such is the way of the warrior!" He collapsed onto the sand, holding up a hand towards the sun. "To search for days, weeks on end to find those I have lost. Only to fall here." He dramatically clutched his hand to his chest. "Oh cruel fate! I am sorry my brothers. I have failed you! I haven't seen you for weeks!"

"We literally got marooned only four hours ago Dewey." Huey commented, coming upon his overly dramatic brother with a roll of his eyes. Already he had collected enough food and fire wood. Also set up a camp. He now only needed to find some clean drinking water.

Still, Dewey blinked up at his brother. Eyes brightening, he jumped up and hugged Huey.

"Good fortune! Brother I have found you!" Dewey said excited.

Huey pulled away from him. "And could you stop talking like that?"

"Roger!" Saluting, Dewey stretched a bit and grinned happily. "So have you found anyone else?"

"Nope." Huey commented. "But you can help make yourself useful. Here come on." Taking his brothers hand, he led the other back within the jungle to find drinking water.

Ever alert, Dewey was glancing around for any dangers. Forming an offensive stance like Webby often did. Huey couldn't help it. It got him to smile a bit at Dewey's attempt to remain positive even in a situation like this.

"Hey…Huey…"

"Mmm?"

"Why did you activate the parachute?" Dewey asked suddenly. Blinking, Huey turned to his younger brother and grinned a bit.

"Why? Jealous you didn't think of it first?"

"No…in fact I completely forgot they were there." Dewey sighed. "After I lost sight of everyone else I was in full panic mode. How could you stay calm?"

Huey paused. "I wasn't calm at all." It was true, Huey himself had to stifle a panic attack. It was hard, but dealing with them so much in his life helped. "But I did remember when I saw Louie's seat fly off. I knew I had to do everything I could to save us."

Dewey smiled softly. "Thanks bro…"

"Yeah well, I am told that's what brothers are for." He joked. "Besides, that wasn't really what you wanted to talk about was it?"

Dewey blinked, then scratched the back of his head nervously. "No…but I…"

Huey held out a hand to him. "Let me stop you right there. You were going to ask something about what Webby said right?"

Dewey's eyes slid to the side, not meeting his brothers gaze. That was all the confirmation Huey needed.

Sighing, Huey glanced ahead of him. "Something isn't right. I can't put my finger on it. But there's something we are missing." A few things Webby said worried him. Then, seeing her have a full on panic attack.

Webby never had panic attacks before. As long as the boys had known her she never had….

His eyes darted back and forth a bit and he stopped dead. "Wait a minute.."

Dewey looked confused and glanced at his brother. Stopping too. "Huey?"

Huey suddenly looked at his brother. "Dewey…I.."

A sudden growl made the duo freeze.

Slowly both turned their heads until they came face to face with a crocodile.

"Run on 3?" Dewey whispered in a strained voice.

Huey only nodded.

"One."

"Two"

"RUUNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" The two bolted through the trees, Dewey screaming out of his mind. The croc was fast on their heals and they frantically tried to find a way to escape.

Finally they broke through the trees, but both had to brake hard as they were now in front of a large pond. Hearing a noise behind them both, they spun around ready to fight. There were no options left.

Huey grabbed onto his brother and Dewey did as well.

"Huey I just wanted to say you're my favorite brother!"

"Wow, hurtful." A voice echoed from behind them. "Thanks Chompers for bringing my brothers to me!" Something was thrown straight at the duo and Dewey caught it by reflex. Was that a potato chip?

The croc made a noise and Dewey quickly threw it at the beast. It quickly devoured it and slipped into the water.

Both brothers spotted Louie lounging in the middle of the pond, floating on the airplane seat and eating another potato chip.

"Louie!" Both brothers yelled happily.

Louie waved with a smirk. "Did you guys know these seats could be used as a flotation device?"

Huey grinned, shaking his head at his sly brother and together they helped bring Louie back to shore.

All together, Dewey hugged his brothers.

"I'm so glad you guys didn't die!"

Louie was still glancing at his phone even though it was dying. Quickly he turned it off, saving the battery and glanced back at Huey, who shrugged at Dewey's sudden emotion.

"With how much Launchpad has crashed you were worried?" Louie grinned.

"Well this wasn't a normal crash." Dewey commented. "Even you have to admit that."

"Still, Webs said it would be okay…." Suddenly Louie realized what he said and coughed a bit. "Anyways we should probably get a move on."

Dewey was glancing off and Huey collected some water in a canteen he got from Dewey's bag.

"Where to?" Dewey was fine changing the subject. "We don't know where the others are."

Louie gave him a 'are you kidding me' look and pointed behind him.

Both Huey and Dewey looked with eyes wide as they saw the part of the plane Launchpad had been ejected with sandwiched between two mountains, one of which was a volcano.

"Launchpad!"

"That's one down…." Huey eyed Dewey, leaving something unsaid but understood by both brothers.

They needed to find Webby next. Dewey couldn't avoid it for much longer. What was worse is Dewey was conflicted. He was angry yes, but seeing Webby having that panic attack, then her words before they lost sight of her.

In that moment the fight seemed almost stupid to him. It was hard to sum up any anger for her as he watched her form torn from them.

Was she okay? Did she make it unscathed like they did? She was basically thrust in the middle of the twister after all.

No, of course she was fine, she was Webby Vanderquack.

Beakley taught her to survive anything, of that he was positive. She would be fine. They would all go home and hopefully everything would be forgotten.

He just couldn't be sure if everything could be forgiven.

Meanwhile Webby was deep within the jungle, several miles from the triplets and trying to keep herself occupied. She had to ignore her constantly shifting mind and a nagging pain in her right arm.

She was tough, she was Webby Vanderquack, she could handle anything the world threw at her. Her Granny taught her how to manage pain. And while Webby did have some bandages to bind the wound in her arm, the pain in her lower side was another matter. It was bruised, badly. She knew better than to land on her side when being thrust from a twister. But sadly she hadn't much choice in the matter. After being released from the pull of the twister, she quickly became dizzy as the fall basically slammed her into the earth before she could blink or breathe.

She guessed though she was glad it wasn't any worse. She could work with this little pain. But it sure hurt to move her arm much.

Maybe bear wrestling wasn't such a good idea.

Still, Duckworth was watching her every move and she had to be sure to keep him occupied. Honestly, she wasn't sure if he had heard anything. But all of them were really loud within the plane. The words they said were hurtful too.

Once she cleared the cave of any critters, Webby sat down, panting and pressing her forehead against the stone wall. Duckworth settled himself next to her, and she found comfort in his presence and even more so that he wasn't speaking much. After a few more minutes she had regained her energy and stamina to glance around her surroundings.

There were some twigs she could make a fire with. It would draw the boys to her as well.

Slowly she got to her feet and collected some wood, placing it near the front of the cave. Glancing through her bag she found matches. She also found some scraps of paper to use a kindling. Once she had the fire going she wanted to break the silence.

"Wow I sure wish we had marshmallows to make smores with!" She chimed with a grin. "That would be so cool.."

"Indeed." Duckworth commented and glanced around. His butler instincts were telling him to clean, but even he knew that this place was beyond hope. His distracted nature let Webby relax a bit and a slight wince slipped across her face.

What she wouldn't give for some pain killer right now. While the pain was dulling quite a bit, she was starting to lose some stamina and she was pretty sure she would get hungry soon.

Sadly, she only had the first aid supplies, Louie had the food.

Thinking back to the triplets again, Webby let go of a stick she had been poking the fire with and shoved it into the fire before standing up. Glancing back at the trees, she waited a bit. It was hard, just waiting. She didn't even know what to say to them when she saw them again.

"Duckworth?" Webby asked.

"Yes Miss?"

"Have you ever been in a fight?"

The butler raised an eyebrow. "Have you met your Grandmother?"

Webby let out a laugh at this. "Right right, Um let me rephrase the question." She paused, thinking.

"How can you stop a really bad fight?"

"Stop it?"

"Yeah…" Webby looked very nervous.

"Well traditionally one of the sides has to apologize."

"Apologize?" Webby looked confused.

"Right, the side that is in the wrong has to say they are sorry."

"And that stops the fight?" Webby looked hopeful.

"Traditionally yes, but not always." Duckworth looked a little distant at this.

Tilting her head slightly, Webby glanced at Duckworth.

"Sometimes, apologizing doesn't work. The pain is too deep, the wounds too fresh. Especially if you have hurt them before." Duckworth sighed.

Webby looked lost at this and clenched her hands into fists.

"But even then, one must not lose hope of friendship being lost forever." Duckworth was giving off a small smirk. "Especially for you Miss Webbigail. Do not give up on your friends. I'm sure they can forgive you."

Webby's eyes misted and she smiled at the other, nodding firmly.

"I only hope they feel the same way."

In the distance they both briefly heard a scream, Webby could have sworn it sounded like Louie.

Gyro entered Mr McDuck's office, a piece of his hair on fire and several burns and soot dotting his clothes and feathers like he was a darn dalmatian. His glasses were askew and frankly he looked like he hadn't slept in years.

Scrooge knew this wouldn't end well.

"Sir." Gyro stressed, each step he took was determined and menacing. "I know he is your nephew and has experience fixing boats. But I must stress that having Donald Duck help me with the rocket was not a good idea."

And there it was.

"What did Donald do this time Gyro?" Scrooge asked.

"Well lets see, fried the circuitry for the console panel, which then he accidently spilled coffee on when he was bringing us all a cup. The console exploded sir, exploded after it was already fried! I didn't think that was possible! Then he was attempting to help fix the fuel system, which this time will not rely on gold as your requested." He mumbled "But I still think goldtech would have been a great money maker." He cleared his throat as Scrooge rolled his eyes.

"But then he forgot to put the cap back on the tank that holds the fuel and tripped over lil bulb, knocking into the fuel system and dumping about a metric ton of rocket fuel all over the rocket and floor. Which then proceeded to burst into flames from thin air!" Gyro looked ready to murder someone at this point.

Even at this point Scrooge was both impressed and disturbed by Donald's horrible bad luck. He had known the duck all his life and he never failed to surprise Scrooge with his antics and his unfortunate attraction to create Chaos in his wake.

"Gyro…" Scrooge said carefully. "Mah Nephew may be a bit of a klutz."

Gyro gave him a pointed look.

"But he is a very hard worker and listen. This is for Della, this means the world to him." Putting a hand on Gyro's shoulder carefully, the scientist expression softened considerably at this. "Please don't be too hard on him. He's doing his best."

Gryo sighed. "Mr..McDuck…"

The door to the office slammed open revealing a nearly burnt to a crisp Donald Duck, who twitched a bit as electricity circled throughout his body.

"The Rocket is finished." He announced.

The other two took a second to process this.

"Wait, what?!"

"Does anyone want to tell me why were being chased by a 20 foot tall piece of rock?!" Dewey was yelling, running for his life as his brothers were on either side, also dodging and trying to keep away from the large earth golem behind them.

"To be technical it's no more than 10 feet and it's made of granite!" Huey shouted.

"WHO CARES?! It's going to kill us!" Louie pointed out. "Oh no, DODGE!" Shoving his two brothers to the right, Louie tumbled just as a large fist slammed into the earth they were only seconds before. Quickly all three brothers scrambled to their webbed feet and with minimal tripping continued to run.

"What do we do?!" Dewey glanced behind him to see how far away the golem was. Letting out a weird scream/duck noise, the blue clad duck jumped to the right narrowing avoiding the swiping of the rock monsters absurdly long arms.

Huey was frantically looking in his book as he ran. "Um…um…." Jumping and dodging without even looking, Huey continued to frantically flip pages which, despite the circumstances, Dewey thought was pretty impressive.

"Anytime now!" Louie yelled, throwing a random rock at the stoned behemoth, which only served to anger it more.

"HERE!" Huey opened the book to the Golem page. "How to stop a stone Golem…"

"Cliffnotes version please!" Dewey dodged another flailing limb and rolled back onto his feet.

"Erase the symbol on its body!" Huey looked up and glanced around.

"Symbol?! Where?!" Louie was looking as well.

Eyes darting frantically around the body of the monster, finally they all spotted a strange symbol on the monsters forehead.

"Is…that.." Louie started.

"A B?" Tilting his head slightly, Dewey raised an eyebrow.

"BERKANA!"

"Excuse you?" Dewey quipped.

"No! Berkana is an ancient rune! It symbolizes growth and rebirth! Its symbol is.."

The Golem slammed its fists into the earth, roots snapped up as though awakened from a slumber and turned to face the triplets.

"Birch tree!" Grabbing his brothers hands, Huey bolted once more in a random direction.

The tree roots launched themselves at the triplets, they were getting exhausted but they had to keep running.

Gritting his bill, Huey chanced a look behind him, and saw the roots gaining speed. How can I stop them!? Where did the golem go anyways? Eyes darting around, Huey frantically tried to find a way out of this situation but his mind was drawing blanks. Even if they found the Golem again they couldn't erase the symbol out of solid granite!

Feeling a jerk, Louie let out a cry as the tree root wrapped around his ankle and violently pulled the train of Duck siblings to a halt. Dewey frantically tried to unwrap it from him as Huey's mouth dropped open.

A large shadow loomed over them as the golem appeared from thin air.

They were trapped from both sides.

Clutching his guidebook, Huey felt his world crumble. They were in real trouble now. The golem once more raised its fist high into the air.

"Someone please help!" Huey yelled. Dewey shielded Louie.

"Were so dead aren't we?" Louie commented, clutching onto his brother for dear life.

Huey looked back at his brothers sadly. For once he had no answers to console his brothers with. So he simple stood before them all, arms trembling but held out wide in a protective stance.

"I think so…"

Donald fixed the helmet onto his head and started up at the sky briefly before turning back to the space rocket before him. It took quite a bit of duct tape and glue. Not to mention blood, sweat and other unmentionable unfortunate events to finally finish the rocket. He put everything he had into it so he could go up and find his sister.

Scrooge put a hand on his shoulder. Together they looked up.

Beakley watched from the sidelines, feeling a familiar smile upon her beak as she watched the duo. Uncrossing her arms, and pulling herself from her leaning position on the doorway from the mansion backdoor she turned around. Thinking now might be the best time to whip up some snacks. She wandered towards the kitchen, and came face to face with Duckworth.

"Now listen here young miss-" He stopped once he saw how close he was to Beakley. "Oh its you." Was his deadpanned voice.

"You're the last person on this earth I want to see as well." Beakley quipped, walking through him and into the kitchen. "I'm assuming since you are here Webby broke the statue?" she commented. That girl was far too smart for her own good. Still, normally Webby would notice something like this sooner.

"Yes, your granddaughter is full of surprises it seems."

"So I'm told." Beakley had the decency to look smug at this.

"Yes well, I'm afraid to say this but Webby and the young masters are trapped on an island off the coast."

"Oh?" Beakley pulled out a few plates not looking very worried. "If they landed on Calmsour Island like I instructed Launchpad to go they should be fine."

"They didn't." Duckworth's voice had a tinge of worry.

That made Beakley pause.

"What?"

"Duckworth, thanks for the pep talk." Webby smiled softly to the ghostly butler and stood on her feet.

"Anytime miss, but where are you going?" Duckworth was by her side. She turned a bit and smiled.

"I think I heard the boys so I'm going to go meet them. You should get back to Granny and let her know we need help. I don't think this is the island she wanted us to be on. It doesn't look familiar to me." Grasping her backpack she winced only slightly as she started out of the cave.

"Young miss, I must advise you that your Grandmother wouldn't permit you wandering off on your own. Besides, if I left you now I am sure she would try to have me exorcised by the end of the day." Duckworth shrugged, as if this didn't bother him one bit.

Webby laughed a bit. "Yeah I can see Granny doing that." She stopped at the cave of the mouth and set her backpack down. She reached inside for something, digging around.

"I suggest you wait here Miss Webbigail while I go and take a look around for the boys." The butler insisted. "Those injuries you sustained from the fall seem serious and need to be taken care of immediately."

Webby froze.

"Never could put anything past you Duckworth." Chuckling nervously, Webby pulled out something from her backpack which she held close to her chest. Duckworth couldn't make it out from the position he was in. But she clutched it tighter. "How long have you known?"

"Since the beginning." Duckworth approached her back. "You were the only one who didn't have time to distribute the parachute so of course you have some injuries. Now lets take a look at them before heading out shall we?"

"Oh man…if I can't fool you how am I going to fool the guys?" Webby laughed a bit and as she turned to face the butler, it was revealed what she was holding.

The idol.

Duckworth eyed it slightly then back to Webby's unsure gaze. "Webbigail?"

Nervously rubbing her side, or maybe that was more than nerves that caused her to brush that side?

Quick as lightning, he sent a burst of cold air towards her shirt which briefly lifted to reveal a large bruise on her side. It was ugly and purple and this made Duckworth worry.

Could she have internal bleeding?

"Young Miss, we are leaving now."

"Wait, how?" Webby frowned. "We should get Launchpad and the guys before leaving…and how can you bring someone with you?"

"That idol has the power of transportation. With the right spell it can only transport one back to the mansion." Duckworth explained. "Your grandmother I'm sure used this as a safe guard and I am glad she did. You need immediate medical attention."

"But what about the guys?" Webby glanced behind her nervously. "Duckworth I can't leave. This island is dangerous…"

"And how do you know this?" Duckworth raised an eyebrow.

Webby steeled herself and glanced around. "I have never been on this island before and Granny would often take me on all the islands off the coast here. I can't be sure, but I think this Island has magic. I'm sure you felt it too!"

Duckworth didn't say anything.

"So…I was right…that can only mean were on Whisper Island…a cursed island." Webby surmised. "An Island of monsters."

"The young masters have been on multiple quests with you all. I'm sure they are fine." Duckworth tried to assure her.

Webby smiled slightly. "Duckworth, thank you so much for worrying about me."

She glanced outside.

"But I can't take that chance."

Raising the idol she watched Duckworths face turn to alarm.

"No-" She threw the idol to the stone floor and watched it shatter.

Beakley finished listening and opened her eyes. "So….they are on Whisper Island.." Pushing back the feeling of worry at Webby's injuries, she walked back towards the rocket where Donald was currently getting inside.

She approached Scrooge who was standing nearby with a grim face. "Mr. McDuck.."

Scrooge turned to her with a questioning expression.

"We need to talk."