Hey guys! Well, I realized after the first chapter that Canard needed a chapter too, so I decided to move Mallory's chapter to another part so that the first three ducks we saw in the show were in the first few chapters.

P.S. Remember, the ducks only have 3 fingers and a thumb. I almost forgot about that until I saw a picture of one of the ducks talking about something

P.S.S. I found this out yesterday: There's such thing as a "Grey Goose L'Orange" drink. I'm gonna have to use that for Duke sometime xD

Disclaimer: I don't own MD:TAS. If I did, I'd be rich

Canard sat on the front porch of his new house, watching movers bringing stuff in. Since he was only eight, he wasn't allowed to help his parents or the movers. The Thunderbeak parents had suggested for him to look around the new house or the backyard; he had now done both and was bored.

He looked around him at the scenery of the neighborhood that he was now going to live in. Lots of houses in a cul-de-sac like fashion as well as no ice on the ground. Sure Puckworld was freezing outside all year round (minus a few places), but the ice still did leave the streets for at least two to three months during the year in most locations.

So this is home for now, huh? Canard asked himself. He looked down the row of houses on his left when he saw a family of four coming his way.

And there were two ducklings!

Getting a little excited, Canard sat up a bit straighter. One of the kids coming his way looked like he was Canard's age, the other looking much younger.

At this point in time though, the young Thunderbeak didn't care how old they were, if only they could be friends. He hadn't had any back where he originally lived because the kids were scared of him, or more accurately, Canard's father; his dad was a four-star general in Puckworld's Special Forces, which meant he was pretty high up in the rankings. Canard's father also knew the only six star general on the P.S.F who went by the name McMallard, but Canard had never actually met him.

As the family reached the porch steps, the father waved to Canard. Canard waved back, smiling a little. "Hey there," the father greeted. "We're the Flashblades. We live about three doors down. Where are your parents?"

"Inside somewhere," the young duck answered. "I think they're opening up boxes if you want to go talk to them."

Mrs. Flashblade smiled. "We'll do that." She then looked down at her children. "Why don't you two stay out here and all get to know each other?"

" 'kay Mom," the older one said, the younger one taking hold of his big brother's shirt. The adults walked inside and went to look for the Thunderbeak parents, the three children watching them as they went in.

Canard turned back around to face the elder sibling. "So who're you?" he asked. "My name's Canard."

"I'm Wildwing," the older one said, a smile on his face. He looked down to his brother. "This is Nosedive."

The younger one quickly hid behind Wildwing, slightly scared. Canard looked at Nosedive, then back to Wildwing. "What's wrong with him?"

Wing just sighed. "Dive's kinda shy when it comes to new people," he answered.

At the mention of his name, the youngest peered around Wildwing to look at Canard, but not letting go of his brother's shirt. "It's okay Dive," Wildwing assured him. "You don't have to hide."

Nosedive just stayed where he was. "He'll come around," Wildwing finally said, looking back to Canard. "So how old are you? I just turned eight."

"I'm eight too," Canard answered. He looked back at Nosedive. "What about squirt here?"

"I'm not a squirt!" Dive exclaimed, finally showing his face, letting go of Wing's shirt. "I'm…" He counted on his fingers real fast, then held up one whole hand, fingers stretched out. "This many!"

"So you can count to four," Canard said. "But can you play hockey?"

Nosedive looked down at the ground, suddenly becoming shy again.

"He's learning," Wildwing interjected, noticing his brother's quick withdrawal. "He's been skating for about a year now, but hockey's a little tougher for him since he's small and that there's no equipment he can really use right now."

Nosedive still wasn't looking up. In fact, he just looked sadder.

"He's got a great slap shot though," Wing added. Dive looked up timidly at Canard as he listened to his older brother talk. "He can get it past me, and I'm the best goalie on my school's team."

Canard raised an eyebrow at that.

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Fourteen-year old Canard couldn't believe it.

Today was supposed to be a day of fun, for hockey. Just a friendly game at one of the outdoor rinks that was hardly ever used, his best friend Wildwing being the goalie.

Until he showed up with the ten-year old runt, Nosedive.

Canard knew things wouldn't end up well, for several reasons. One, he didn't really like the kid since he was always following his older brother around. Two, most of the players were Canard and Wildwing's age, the youngest (besides Dive) being about thirteen.

And since Nosedive had showed up with his big brother, the others on both teams weren't going to allow him to play…that is, until a few said they wanted Dive to prove himself by scoring at least four out of six goals before they started. If he got four or more, he could play. If he didn't, he had to sit on the sidelines.

Well, he scored six goals and managed to play on the same team as Canard and Wildwing. As Dive was going for the final point for the game, several other players practically tackled the kid and one of the bigger players landed on Nosedive's left arm and broke it.

Canard remembered earlier as Wildwing had rushed over after hearing his younger brother cry out in pain and looking at the kid's arm. When he saw that, the older Flashblade had gotten mad. And not just the everyday kind, the kind that a duck rarely ever saw in their lifetime. Wildwing's eyes had been full of fire; he actually had punched out the guy who had fallen on Nosedive's arm and given him a black eye. Even before the other duck hit the ground, Wildwing had pulled a bandanna from his pocket and made a make-shift sling for Nosedive. Then, he immediately left with Nosedive in tow, Canard following after them more out of annoyance and not knowing what Wildwing might do.

So here they were now, in the ER at the hospital that Mrs. Flashblade worked at, waiting for her to come back, Nosedive asleep on the bed while Wing and Canard sat in two chairs next to the bed.

The young Thunderbeak looked over at his best friend, who sat next to him. Wildwing was staring at the floor, a look of guilt on his face. Canard inwardly sighed. He doesn't have to be this worried over a broken arm, the fourteen-year old thought. It's not like it won't heal.

But since he couldn't take it anymore, Canard asked, "What's wrong Wing?"

"This is all my fault," Wildwing answered, sounding sadder than Canard had ever heard.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because if I hadn't convinced the others to let him play, he wouldn't have gotten hurt."

"Maybe if that brat didn't follow you everywhere, stuff like this wouldn't happen to him."

Wildwing glared at him, but after seeing his friend at the rink, Canard wasn't afraid.

Suddenly, they both heard a whimper from Nosedive. Immediately, Wildwing jumped up from his seat and leaned over the side of the bed, Canard remaining in his seat. "Dive? You awake?" Wing asked softly.

Nosedive just clutched at his arm and settled back into a peaceful slumber. Wildwing sighed, relaxing a little as he sat down. He kept his eyes on the younger Flashblade, his gaze never wavering, just watching protectingly.

I'm never gonna get Wing to leave Dive alone am I?

Little did Canard know, that almost six years later he was going to have to sacrifice his own life for not just Nosedive, but an entire team…