Authors Notes: Sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I was out of town and meant to post it before I left but I ran out of time! As a bonus you all will get to read this chapter and another in only a few days! As always I appreciate all comments ^^. I really hope you all are enjoying this fanfic as it progresses and were getting nearly halfway within this one. I'm still working on this fanfic and then the third and final fanfic of this arc of sorts will conclude this trilogy! If you have any questions feel free to ask me ^^ And I'm so excited for the Ducktales gang to be back in May!

Chapter 6

"Are you guys serious?" A female voice echoed to their right. Everything stopped as all heads turned towards the voice.

Dewey's eyes brightened.

Huey jumped happily.

Louie smirked.

A three-pronged grappling hook launched from the trees and wrapped around the golems neck. Out flew Webby, favoring her right arm but she used the momentum from the jump to kick the golem in the head, springing off and landing in front of the boys.

"WEBBY!"

"Come on you guys. You've defeated way worse than this before." Webby grinned slightly, then looked back at the golem assessing the situation.

"We have to- " Huey began but Webby cut him off.

"I know. We have to get rid of that symbol on its forehead right?" Webby pointed as the golem was gathering its bearings. It slowly steadied itself, before focusing its soulless red eyes upon Webby.

As it reached out to grab her, Webby dodged his advance. Quickly sidestepping within a group of trees, she grinned as it followed after her. With her small stature, she was easily able to outstep it through the thick foliage. The trio of brothers followed after her and the thing when suddenly an idea popped into Huey's head.

"Wait! I got it!" Huey instructed Dewey and Louie to grab as many vines as they could.

As they gathered the vines, Webby glanced behind her as the large rock monster bulldozing through trees with some to little resistance. While it was still a good distance away, she could feel her side starting to hurt and she grit her beak. She couldn't keep this up much longer.

"Webby!" She heard a voice to her right and darted her eyes briefly. A flash of a red hat, arms beckoning her. Finding herself smiling, she quickly made a hard right and raced towards the waving triplet who joined her in the chase.

Almost out of breath, she glanced at the oldest triplet curiously. He met her eyes.
"We have a trap ahead!" Huey grinned. "When I say jump…."

Instantly the two ran and Webby saw it, a thick piece of vine made from several pieces mashed together, each side wrapped around trees on the opposite side of where they ran.

She smirked. Clever.

"JUMP!" Huey yelled and instantly the duo jumped over the vine which was roughly about waist length.

The rock monster never stood a chance. Dewey and Louie strained from either side as the golems foot tangled within the vine. And down went the giant.

"The harder they fall am I right?" Huey commented, pointing at the fallen giant.

But Webby knew that it wasn't over yet.

Before it could start to stand up, she bolted towards it, pulling something from her backpack and dousing the monsters face and forehead with a strange clear liquid.

Instantly the symbol as well as the monsters face began to melt. It let out an agonized screech as the light within its eyes faded and the magic that held it together faded. It turned into nothing but a pile of boulders.

"Woah, what was that?" Dewey asked in awe.

"Hydrofluoric Acid." Twisting the cap back on the bottle, she carefully put it back. "Dissolves hard materials like that." She snapped her fingers.

"Why do you have that?" Louie asked with a raised eyebrow.

Webby blinked and turned to them. "It's useful when trapped in a cave in with blood thirsty enchanted mud zombies."

All three brothers glanced at each other with confused expressions and then Dewey just shrugged.

"Webby we have been looking around for you everywhere." Huey commented. "Are you okay?"

Webby managed her familiar smile and cheerful tone. "Of course! Glad you guys remained unscathed as well." She wondered when a good time would be to bring up the fight. But she figured when they were ready they would talk to her about it.

But it seemed Dewey was taking her upbeat tone in a different light. His eyes narrowed slightly and he crossed his arms.

"If by unscathed you mean hanging around with a bunch of Crocs, then being chased by a rock giant…" Louie commented.

Webby glanced around. "Now to just find Launchpad and get off this cursed island."

"Wait, this Island is cursed?" Dewey's brightened a bit at this. It was adventure calling his name.

Webby blinked and glanced at the three. "Oh right, Granny was supposed to send us to another island, but we ended up here. I'm suspecting this is a cursed island named Whisper Island…its full of monsters.." Webby explained a bit then glanced around. "Duckworth is getting help, we just need to wait-"

"Duckworth was here? Where?" Huey asked.

"How?" Louie added, confused.

"Oh, Granny attached him to a haunted Idol and he was able to hitch a ride with me." Webby said. "We should really get going though, I don't know when more monsters will be back and I've only got so much acid on me."

"Wait where is he now?" Dewey asked and Webby stopped once more, counting to herself to calm herself down before she snapped at Dewey. They didn't have time to ask all these questions.

"Like I said he went to go get help." Webby stated, a little testy. "Now c'mon."

As the group started to walk, everyone was silent. Webby was wanting to talk to them, but finding herself unable to even know what to say. What would be the right thing?

Oh now she wished she had asked Duckworth how to apologize properly. What if she said the wrong thing?

"I bet you guys are excited to see your mom when she comes back."

Like that. Dang it Webby!

Instantly the boys stopped behind her and she knew she had stepped on a land mine.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Deweys cautious tone was tinged with anger.

"Weren't you the one who said she might be dead anyways?" Asked Huey with a slight head tilt.

Louie rolled his eyes and shook his head condescendingly at Webby.

Clenching her hands into fists, she turned back to the boys with a slight frown. "I didn't mean it like that. I mean….you guys should be more happy…..No, that's not what I meant." She let out a frustrated sigh. She brushed a hand through her hair, gripping at it momentarily as she tried to think what to say next. "I'm sorry if my involvement has tinged this with negative emotions.."

This made Dewey's eyes narrow. "That isn't the reason why were mad Webby."

"Then why are you?" Webby threw her arms at her side and glared at Dewey. "Are you still upset I kept it from you? I had no choice!"

"No!" Dewey threw his arms and stood firmly in front of her. "You had a choice Webby! You chose to not tell us!"

Webby grit her beak. "So I should just betray Uncle Scrooge's trust?!"

"You should know that lying has done nothing to this family but cause pain!" Dewey shot back.

"You should be the last person to say that!" Webby swept an arm in a half circle in front of her.

Louie eye's widened.

Huey had a hand on his forehead, shaking it slowly.

Webby's arm twitched a bit, and that briefly reminded Huey about the event on the plane. In an attempt to keep things from spiraling out of control he stood before a silently fuming Dewey.

"Webby, back on the plane.." he started and Webby froze a bit.

"Was that.. a panic attack?"

Both brothers eyed their brother and then back to Webby, who was hiding her eyes behind her bangs

Suddenly perking up, Webby gave them a bright and obviously fake smile. "Oh that? It was no big deal. I've been having a few here and there. It's not a big deal. Now c'mon lets keep going." She started to walk but Huey stood in front of her with arms crossed. His brothers followed suit, standing on either side completely blocking Webby in.

She resisted the urge to run. Why was it so hard to do this?

"Don't do that Webby." Huey said. "I know the signs of a lie, Panic attacks are not 'No big deal.'" He stared at her hard. She closed her eyes and looked shamefully away.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Dewey asked, once again hurt because she was hiding something from them.

Webby clenched her skirt. "What was I supposed to say?" She laughed humorlessly. A broken smile was on her face as she stared at the ground. She couldn't even look them in the eyes. She hated this.

"It was silly. I've been through so much dangerous situations before. Why only now am I having these strange dreams and thoughts?" She brushed a hand through her hair, grasping it tightly. "I don't understand any of it. Sure I almost died, but so what else is new?" She shook her head rapidly and pushed past them, not quite running or walking but somewhere in between. She just wanted to get away from the situation.

Dewey spun around rapidly and ran after her, Huey close behind. Dewey grasped her hand and pulled her to him, giving her the biggest hug he could. At first she almost gave into the comfort. Feeling herself slowly beginning to melt into him and wanting to cry. But flashes of hurtful words and knowing things were left unsaid made her shove him forcefully away.

He stumbled back, his brothers catching his arms. A look of anger back in his eyes. "What's your problem?"

"I can handle this on my own! I don't need pity." Webby said turning to the side. She had lived through much worse pain. She couldn't let them in. She was the one who supported others. The thought of anyone trying to support herself made her shake. It scared her more than she cared to admit.

"I'm sorry.." She said suddenly, looking at them all. "I'm sorry that you thought I meant to hide what Scrooge was confiding in me."

"Well I'm sorry you kept things from us even though you knew it wasn't right." Dewey shot back.

"Webby you can't handle this on your own." Huey commented.

Louie's eyes narrowed. "You are destroying yourself from the inside because of this whole thing with Lena."

Webby was now on the defensive. "Lena has nothing to do with this! This is my fears..my problem…my..pain.." She looked away briefly thinking of her own parents.

Huey pursed his beak together. "You didn't keep this secret just because it could hurt us, did you?"

Louie was slowly beginning to piece it together as well.

Webby's startled expression answered that question all too clearly.

"Why are you doing this?" Webby whispered softly. "Why can't you just let me apologize?"

"This is an apology?" Dewey questioned.

"This has to do more with yourself than us, right?" Huey pushed, stepping closer to her. A certain clarity came to his eyes. "Webby…is…this about your family?"

Louie walked up as well. "Webs, this is about your parents, right?"

But Webby put her hands on the side of her head, shaking her head frantically.

"It is, isn't it?" Dewey demanded.

"Yes!" She burst out, arms stretched out wide. "I know how much pain someone can be in once they really learn the true fate of their parents deaths!" She glared at each one. They asked for it and now Webby couldn't contain this any longer. "I didn't want you to go through the same pain I went through when I found out that they were never coming home." Tears were now forming, if from frustration or anger or sadness…she couldn't say.

There was a pause.

"Webs…" Louie looked at her with sadness, disbelief and pity. "We aren't you."

"I'm so sorry what happened to your parents, but…Mom isn't your mom. And you can't keep comparing the two." Dewey said softly.

Webby's heart dropped.

"We've thought about this possibility countless times Webby." Dewey explained. "The concept of her being dead isn't new to us."

Louie's eyes were closed. "Its true."

"We never met her." Huey added with a skeptical look. "I don't think we could possibly feel worse than thinking she's been dead for all our lives."

So….what Webby did…was it all for nothing? Deflating, Webby sagged against a tree and slowly she was realizing how wrong she was about so much. Grasping at her hair again, she felt like her mind was in chaos.

How could she have been so stupid?

The triplets looked worried at Webby's sudden turn.

"Webs?" Dewey reached out.

"Please don't touch me!" She snapped. She couldn't let them touch her right now. If they did, she would unravel right then and everything would come crashing down.

Louie grasped her arm and pulled her from the tree. With wild eyes she glared at Louie. "Let me go!"

"No Webs. This is something you have to understand!" Louie told her roughly.

"Uh..Louie..now might not be a good time." Huey commented, he could see how far Webby's mental state was spiraling down.

"No she has to hear this now." Louie swallowed harshly. "You need to give up this search for Lena now! It's destroying you! Let the adults handle it!"

Webby straightened her back. "No, I can do this! It's my duty!"

"Duty?" Echoed three voices and Dewey frowned.

"How is this your duty?!"

"She's my best friend!" Webby desperately said. "No one else cares for her as much as I do."

Dewey grit his beak. "Oh so I'm not your best friend? You really don't think we don't care for her?"

Webby faltered. "No that's not it." She looked to the side. "Although you guys have been far from friendly the past few days."

Snap

And there went Dewey's self control.

"If you care about Lena so much maybe you should make her your family instead of having to deal with us then!" Dewey yelled.

The silence around the group lasted for what felt like hours after those last words echoed. Huey was in shock, hands over his beak. Louie's bill was dropped, looking between Dewey and Webby.

Webby hadn't moved an inch from when those words were spoken.

Dewey seemed to realize a few minutes after he spoke what he had truly said.

"Wait…I-"

The trees around them exploded into splinters.

All their attentions suddenly shifted to a group of four large element based golems circling them.

Instantly the ducks pressed their backs against each other, including Webby as they studied the group of mythical elementals around them.

Four sets of glowing red eyes bore onto them, and although terrified, all Dewey could say was, "I'm so never taking a vacation ever again…"

Donald triple checked the gauges around him. Poking at the one that supplied oxygen into the rocket just to be sure it was working. He should know everything about this space ship. Considering he helped build it from the ground up. Giving Scrooge the thumbs up, he began to start the rockets and count down to take off into space.

Finally… Finally he could see his sister again.

Truth be told, he never believed that it could happen. He had spent years grieving and moving on with his life. And here came this hope springing forth new drive. Drive he didn't believe he had anymore.

Yet now here he was.

"Three.."

He gave a smirk that mirrored Scrooge's.

"Two.."

He flicked switches expertly.

"One!"

The blasting noises of the rockets seemed to overwhelm all other noises including the doubts in his head.

His sister may not still be alive. But he had to look for himself. It was too late to back down, not that he wanted to.

Waving to Scrooge in the command center he watched the earth fade away behind him. Duckburg had long since vanished, as he reached far above the earths atmosphere he happened a chance look back at his home.

His home where his family was. "I'll bring your mom back boys." He promised. "I will save my sister."

His head turned back towards the front and suddenly his triumphant look took on one of shock, alarm and despair.

Before him was a swirling mass of cosmic energy, much like the one that his sister vanished in.

A cosmic storm.

Scrooge was studying things carefully from the command center. Flicking on every switch he could. He happened a glance at the radar.

One second it was normal.

Then the next was a massive stormfront right in front of Donald's rocket.

A familiar feeling of horror washed over Scrooge. Frantically he pressed the intercom button.

"Donald! There's a cosmic storm ahead! Turn back now!" he ordered.

He waited a minute.

"Uncle Scrooge." Donald's voice sounded pained. "We were so close.."

Scrooge paused. "I….I know lad. I'm so sorry." He whispered brokenly. "But please come home. Don't test this storm!"

"I'm not my sister." Donalds voice rang with firm resolve.

"Donald.."

Suddenly a blazing alarm erupted from around him.

"What?!" Scrooge looked around for the source of it, and his eyes came to rest upon the transmitter. A message was coming in from the moon. His heart was pounding as he slammed his hand down.

A video popped up and a tired looking Della appeared.

Scrooge's heart stopped.

"Della?!"

Atop a smoking mountain, a lone figure emerged. Cloaked in a black cape, piece of cloth around her beak, she made her way up the long and steep pathway. There was cave close to ten feet from her current location. Slowly she made her way towards it, The rocky slope made it difficult to keep her footing, but as she grasped a few rocks sticking out before her, she smirked.

She was close.

Pulling herself up. She climbed the mountain those last few feet before she made it to the flat ground near the cave. Letting out an exhausted breath she realized that she might be getting too old for this.

Still, she had limited options at this point. She entered the cave with caution. As with most magical items, this cave was rigged with traps. It lied within the belly of a dormant volcano for a reason. Someone obviously didn't want anyone getting a hold of it.

Smirking at this notion, she made her way through any and all traps she found. Some of which she just simply walked through.

Once she reached the treasure, her eyes landed upon a staff with a green glowing gem lying atop a alter, standing up.

The staff's handle was almost as tall as she was, made from a badly burnt looking wood. Jagged pieces sticking out every couple of inches within it. The green gem was in a sphere shape, ensnared within the staffs hold.

"Perfect…" she whispered. Reaching out, the white feathered duck brushed her fingers upon the black staff and gripped it tightly.

The cloak was ripped off to reveal familiar black hair and yellow slit eyes.

Instantly a dark wave of green energy wrapped around her, feathers once more melting back into green.

Magica smirked evilly.

Reaching a hand up, shadow magic shone briefly within her hand and she grasped it, dispelling it.

Chuckling, she swept around. "I'm back!" She marched through the tunnel back towards the exit.

"Just a few more things…" She reached the outside.

"And then I will have my revenge." She growled, her eyes sliding to where Duckburg was.

"Scroogie, Webby….enjoy your happiness while it lasts." She commented bitterly.

"I won't lose again." Laughing, a deep green energy enveloped her, slowly raising her up into the air.

She would kill them all.