Hello everyone!
I hope everyone is enjoying the new eps! I'm so happy we get so many! I'm enjoying them myself so far. I have to say my favorite was the Treasure of the Found Lamp. It brought me back to memories of my childhood and watching the original Ducktales. :) Anyways, here we are. The final chapter! It may be a bit before I can post the first chapter of the third story. I'm curious if anyone knows what I will title the third story? XD. Here's a hint: It was within a scene the past 3 chapters. My writing may slow down quite a bit with other things going on in my life including finding a new job. So I'm sorry if updates aren't as constant.

I hope you all love this ending and know there is much more to come. I'm sure you guys will LOVE the third story. I Keep trying to one up myself. Making each ending more epic than the rest.

Please comment if you love this and want to read more ^^
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Lore out!

Chapter 10

Donald was deep within the depths of the mansion trying to ignore the sounds of carnage going on from around him. Scrooge gave him an important mission and he had to find something that could save them all.

"Stupid old man! Where did he put that.." Donald grumbled, rushing into Scrooge's den and searching frantically. Throwing books and papers everywhere. His heart lurched hearing the explosions within the other room. Slamming his eyes shut, he tried to block it out and his face formed a determined stare.

"Donald…I need ye to find a certain artifact. The Flame of Brigid.. it's a orb of well…fire…" Scrooge commented. "The only thing is…I may not know its…exact location. But aye think its in my study somewhere. Try there first!"

"Try there first he says.." Donald mumbled, tearing apart the entire room and quacking in rage as he was finding nothing. He spun around, glaring at the room with a red face and fists at his sides. He tried to control his temper but they did not have time for this!

"Scrooge! Where is this supposed Flame of-" he paused as he glanced up above him at the light fixture above him. Narrowing his eyes, he realized something.

All the other lights in the house were extinguished due to the spell and Magica's wrath.

Why was this one light fixture still lit up? With a blue light?

Eyes widening, he quickly scrambled for a chair and stood upon it, reaching up towards the orb settled within the light fixture.

With a flaming punch, Magica's magic was blocked by Scrooge's cane as he held it before him as a shield.

The witch sprung away as Beakley appeared at her right, her own punch hitting nothing but air.

Duckworth appeared from behind her, smirking as a frying pan flew from nowhere, beaning the green witch in the head.

Magica took a tumble, face swollen from that last attack and glaring venomously at them all.

Once back on her feet she flung up a green shield, all attacks bouncing off and stopping the trio in their tracks.

Slamming the staff within the ground before her, her eyes began to become completely consumed by green energy. "That's it!" She growled, green crackles of lighting enveloping the room, causing the trio to dodge each bolt as best as they could.

Duckworth, assuming that it would just phase through him didn't dodge and was electrocuted instantly, vaporizing and vanishing.

The bolts were scattered and random, Beakley doing her best to dodge each one.

"Beakley!" Scrooge yelled. "We got to stop her!"

Obviously…Beakley thought, then her eyes widened. "Scrooge look out!" She took a step towards him as a bolt struck him from the side.

But once she took that step, a large green strike tore through her body full force.

Scrooge was knocked off his feet, landing on his side and watched in horror as Beakley took a lightning strike full force. "BENTINA!"

She fell to the ground.

Magica cackled.

Shoving himself to his feet, Scrooge raged towards Magica. Cane up, he flung it towards the shield, it uselessly bouncing off and away.

The bolts subsided for a minute as Magica's smug face turned towards the angered Scotsman.

"Why Scroogie you look positively miserable. I love it." She purred and flung an arm towards him. Spikes of green energy tore through the air, ripping at his clothes as he dodged. One slamming into his top hat and pinning it to the wall behind him.

"Realizing how powerless, how utterly useless you are?" She continued, her gleeful countenance slowly draining into a impassive, distasteful expression.

A spike grazed his arm, blood spilling from the wound. Still, Scrooge glared.

He stopped abruptly, closing his eyes.

"Aye." He said, and Magica took this as him giving up. Forming more spears of green energy.

" I may be powerless, useless….right now." Opening his eyes, his stare made Magica pause, curious at what his final words would be.

"Looking at the boys, who have all grown the past few months." He managed a wisp of a smile. "Their ability to laugh, trust even with the absence of their mother. Their ability to forgive. They are so much stronger than aye could ever be."

" And Looking at wee Webbigail..at how she tried so hard to save her best friend with that small body. She is ten times more powerful than I can ever be." He stated, his stance strengthening.

"Scrooge!" Donald yelled from behind him. Huey, Dewey and Louie, who was still grasping onto Webby standing next to him. All three boys eyes widened at the state their uncle was in.

Scrooge smirked.

Donald sprung foreword, tripping.

The orb of fire flew into the air.

While Magica was distracted, Scrooge leapt up and caught the orb in midair, the blue flame within the clear orb shifting only slightly.

"But ye forgot one thing DeSpell."

Enraged, Magica sent spikes of green energy straight at Scrooge.

The blue flame within the orb glowed.

A shield of aqua fire exploded around Scrooge, burning the green energy into nothing.

Magica's eyes widened.

"Aye am Scrooge McDuck, what I lack in strength and power I make up for in craft."

"What the-" Magica gasped as the shield of fire expanded abruptly towards her.

"And I have to support and strength of all my family behind me!" Scrooge growled as the blue flames shattered Magica's barrier, slamming into her and sending her flying into the early morning sky.

"Curse you Scrooge!" was her wail as she faded from sight. Expanding the shield to completely form over the manor, Scrooge watched her vanish from view.

Smirking, Scrooge smugly turned to his family, spinning the orb on one finger. "Flame of Brigid. Had quite a few properties but one is a unbreakable shield."

Donald let out a exasperated sigh as he slumped to his knees breathless.

Duckworth reappeared near to the unconscious Beakley and glanced around, brushing a bit of cement dust off Beakley's face and she groaned.

"What'd I miss?"

"I'm impressed you had such a powerful artifact so close at hand." Beakley stated, a cold compress on her head and studying the orb in detail.

"Which he was using as a reading light." Donald added dryly.

"Hey!" Scrooge grumbled. "It saved on the electric bill! If it can serve a duel purpose I feel like it more useful than being displayed on a pedestal."

"How long will the shield hold?" Beakley asked, glancing as Duckworth was doing his best to clean up around the main room.

"A couple weeks most likely. However…" Scrooge frowned, rubbing the bottom of his beak thoughtfully. "Once we remove it, most likely we cannot use it again for another year or so."

Sighing, Beakley leaned back in the chair she was currently sitting in. "Well, this is quite the mess you have gotten us mixed up in again Scrooge." She stated crisply.

Scrooge winced.

"No surprise there." Donald deadpanned.

Beakley glanced to Donald. "How are the boys?"

Donald started, turning up and looking at them. "Okay I guess. They are in their room now. Sleeping."

"And..Webbigail?" Scrooge cautiously asked.

Beakley had her eyes closed. "In her room. She hasn't awoken from what happened." She yanked something out of her pocket and thrust it towards Scrooge. "This is the spell she was using to bring Lena back." Sighing, she got to her feet, starting towards her granddaughters room. She paused at the doorway, eyes downcast and somehow feeling Scrooge's guilt from a mile away.

"Scrooge." He sat straight up. "I do not blame you for Webby's condition. That girl knew exactly what she was getting into." She grasped onto the doorframe, leaning slightly. "I just wish she trusted us enough to let her in." Pushing herself off the wooden frame, she vanished from their sight.

Donald shot Scrooge a worried look that he mirrored.

They had won the battle.

Yet why did it feel like they lost the war?

Huey stared up at the ceiling on his top bunk. He couldn't sleep, like his siblings. He grasped onto his blankets, replaying the events over in his mind. How could things have gotten so messed up? Distantly, his eyes wandered to the shadows on the wall and he winced. Memories of Webby's pain filled cries echoed within his rational mind. Shadow Lena on the wall not meeting their eyes as Webby revealed the dire circumstances of doing such a dangerous spell. The realization that Dewey knew about this spell. And coming to terms they were all losing Lena for the second time. He tried to sort his emotions out within his mind, tried to steel himself for the mental battle coming. Not just for him, but for his brothers…

And ultimately for Webby when she realized her spell had failed.

Dewey threw the tennis ball at the wall and caught it, glaring at said wall of his bunk bed like it had torn out his heart and shredded it to pieces. He was hurt, he was mad. He was filled with sorrow. Webby had hidden something from them again. She had lied, told him she wouldn't use that spell. But she did.
Still…

He paused his repetitive motion, eyes lowering. If something like that had happened to one of his brothers…or Webby. Can he honestly say he wouldn't do the same thing she did? Closing his eyes, he sighed and lied back, eyes drifting towards their open window and at the slowly rising sun.

No, he would do the same. That made his anger finally fizzle out and worry take its place. Webby took that hit for him and he briefly wondered if she was wounded badly from it.

Then there was the spell. Why did it fail? From what he saw it seemed as if Webby had everything under control.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, he tried to squash down the water forming at seeing Webby's tear stained face and Lena's shadow vanishing.

Slapping his face with both hands on either side, he shook away any negative emotion. He had to keep up his can dew attitude! Webby will need all the positive reinforcement she can get.

Right.

When Webby woke up, he'd be there smiling and offering her his hand. She was his best friend and friends did stuff like this in this kind of situation, right? He couldn't just lie here and stew in negativity.

Grinning, he threw the tennis ball once more, it bounced off the wall and slammed into his forehead.

Louie really wished Dewey would stop throwing that darn tennis ball at the wall. He was trying to sleep, tossing a bit and sighing when nothing seemed to work.

Gripping his pillow tighter, memories of the day also played within his mind. But he tried blocking them out. He didn't want to relieve it. He didn't want to see that scene again.

She lied…she lied again…

Frowning at this stray thought, he scowled and let a few tears slip down his face. Briefly his thoughts went back to that moment on the boat they had. She had promised to get his faith back, his trust.

Well that went out the window obviously.

Lena was more important than getting my trust back, Louie thought bitterly and then quickly chastised himself for thinking that. Putting a pillow on his face, he briefly wondered if Donald felt this way about their mom taking the Spear and running off. A fragment of resentment began to grow for both his mother and Webby at that moment. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes and put his hands on his head.

He understood. He knew why she did what she did. But….

But he still couldn't forgive her.

He found himself slowly building walls, to shove this painful feeling deep inside where it will never see the light of day. He hated this, when did things get so complicated? He wanted to ignore it so it would go away. He need to stay away from Webby for a while. He couldn't be around her with these toxic feelings. Especially not when she was this vulnerable.

Any little hope he had in Webby vanished within that moment.

He closed his eyes.

And let the darkness take him.

A lone female duck lept off the mountain carrying a load of parts towards nearly complete rocket before her. Letting out a sigh, she glanced behind her seeing brief flashes of figures walking past. She really had to act fast. Taking one big leap she grabbed ahold of the ladder and heaved herself up towards the open door nearby.

Before her stood the two figures she least wanted to see at the moment.

Blinking, she dropped her load and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Penny.." she glanced at Penumbra, who mumbled something along the lines of "My name is Penumbra!"

"Lunnie." Was her jab at Lunaris.

"Della…" Lunaris crossed his own arms. "What are you doing?"

Della chewed her gum with a smack. "Fixing the ship." She stated simply and walked past him.

"You do realize what will happen when you finish..right?" Lunaris warned.

Della paused.

"I don't care." She spun around, determination flowing through her veins. "I'm going home and no one is stopping me."

Lunaris sighed. "So be it. You have made your choice."

"I told you she would reject all reason." Was Penumbra's sneer, yet she looked a little worried.

As the duo walked towards the doorway, Lunaris clasped his hands behind his back.

"I hope you realize what you are subjecting them to."

Della clenched her hands into fists.

"I do, but I cannot back out now." She snapped her head back. "I have to be with my family!"

Lunaris managed a bitter smile.

"Enjoy it while it lasts."

Magica dug herself from the crater she had formed when she landed, spewing curses and insults left and right. Coughing, she struggled to sit up when a hand as black as night eclipsed her view. Glancing up in shock, she saw where she was and a smile broke through her anger.

Clasping the hand in her own, she let herself be lifted up and onto a rocky mountain terrain.

"Well, well well." She started, brushing dirt off her dress. Eyeing where she was with glee.

"What do we have here?"

Beakley slammed the door to Scrooge's office open, her eyes scattered and looking more disheveled than before. "Scrooge!"

Scrooge cursed, jumping up into the air and realizing how frantic Beakley looked, quickly ran over to her. "Bentina what is wrong?!"

"It's Webby.." was her strained and hoarse voice.

Scrooge's eyes searched hers.

"She won't wake up."

The End! For now...