Still though.. that phrophecy kept coming back to Drakeys mind.. and it bothered him to no end.. he supposed if Mathilda was right, he should consider himself very lucky.. being destined to be both rich and well liked, that should be assuring it just wasn't.. he couldn't help but grimace by the picture, so maybe Scrooge McDuck knew what he wanted and could be happy being rich, but Drakey didn't even want that, it didn't really matter to him to picture himself as a rich duck.. well, he could buy all the comic books that he wanted.. and get replicas of the costumes and gadgets, better yet! make his own gadgets!.. a real gas gun, take fighting lessons.. that would be what he would spend all those money on, for sure. Who on earth would want to just sit back and fill out papers to earn more, or put all those mony in stocks and it's like.. no, if Drakey somehow had a million dollars in hand, he would travel away in a instant, for sure! And not go to stupid hotels and lick sun, no he would life in the wild.. or at the local small places, feeling the ground and the air, learn how to be a tough Indian, or a Japanese martial artist or whatever it took!

Blond curly haired wife.. was she supposed to be constantly sunshine optimistic and always wear a pink apron because she was always busy backing the cakes who won the yearly best cookie dew competition to.. Drakey cringed together by the mere thought.. and what kind of adult would he have to become to end up with a woman like that? A very boring grounded spectacled newspaper reader who never experienced anything but seeing the leaves fall of the trees and watch re-runs of the same show over and over as the year passed by and he only ever became more inactive and stiff, his biggest pride probably being how he mastered the barbeque grill, that's who he had to be.. it was.. it was disgusting to imagine. Then it felt much more appealing to just run away with the freak circus right then and there, even if he had to spend the rest of his life picking up elephant poop and count eye balls, at least then exciting things were bound to happen around him, in fact that was perhaps something to consider, no one would miss him here anyway, there was nothing importantly he would leave behind, and then at least he would have something exciting to tell about to his boring wife.. he would probably just nod and say that's nice dear, shezz.. he hated her all ready and he wanted a divorce. All that went through Drake's mind as he sat up on the hill far over the circus watching down, sighing deeply while resting his head in his hand.

Then someone else right beside him sighed just as deeply.

Drakey turned his head to see a duckling a little younger than himself, looking down at the circus while holding a dinosaur figured close to himself.

"And what's your trouble then?" Drakey asked a little annoyed, it couldn't possible anything near close to his own problems, that he either was going to die monday or somehow survive but it wouldn't matter because the life would life would be so boring that it wasn't worth living.

"I really want to see the circus." The smaller duckling sighed. "but I don't have money for a ticket, I had saved up for it, honestly... but Flash, a guy some years above me in school, he stole my ticket money yesterday.." he reached the dinosaur doll up in front of him. "I had just sort of hoped they had some reptiles, I like reptiles.. dinosouars are cool."

Drakey lifted an eyebrow. "I kind of doubt they have any dinosours." he told honestly.

"They said they would have a dragon." the other duckling mussed. "That's close enough for me."

"Wait a sec.." Drakey blinked. "You are telling me, that you would rather see a real life dinosaour than a real life dragon which can possible breath fire and fly?"

"Urh." the other duckling blinked. "Something wrong with that? gee sir, I didn't mean."

"No, it's just sort of strange that's all, but it's neat you like something, here." Drakey reached him one of the tickets. "I don't have any use for it anyway."

"wow.. are you sure mister?" the duckling asked both unsure and awed.

"Yeas." Drakey rolled his eyes. "It's either this or it will be wasted, just take it." he threw the ticket into the ducklings lap. "And I hope you're smart enough not to tell anyone that you have it or they might just take it from you."

"Gee, you're really smart." The duckling looked wide-eyed at him.

Drake was just to about to answer that only the clearly, the dinosaur loving duckling was most differently not, but decided against it the last second possible instead he gave the duckling a slight smirk. "Well, if you're smart enough you can survive practically anything." he quoted Basil holmes as he stood up and brushed himself up. "Enjoy the show." he waved over his shoulder as walked away.

"I will!" the duckling chuckled happily. "thank you so much mister!"

Drakey shook his head, he was differently way too young to be called mister, hallo, nine! he was nine, he was allowed to be a kid and dream his dreams a while longer, leave all that mister thing out of it, he kicked at a newspaper so it flew up in the air and ran after it so he could kick it again, this game went on for a while until the newspaper almost fell out of reach and Drakey jumped down in the ground and made a summersault so he could grab it, dully he looked at it reading the black lettered title; Egyptian heirloom stolen from local grandmother.

Drakey blinked as his mind suddenly clicked and he read about how the bracelet with no other value than nostalgia had been stolen from a nearby home, now why would any-one do that? if it was priceless, scanning over the article and it not saying much else Drake had to assume that nothing else had been stolen, or certainly this wouldn't have been the front writing... how curious, looking at the black and white picture of the object it sort of looked like that necklace, with the beetle and everything, it was even supposed to be golden and blue.. Shoot! the library was closed, he couldn't look it up again, and his comics hadn't mentioned anything about a bracelet or he would have remembered, it really just called for investigation, that house it had been stolen from, it was not far, he could get there rather quick.

In the garden of the house there was sitting an old lady knitting.

Drakey swallowed as he tiptoed over the hedge. "Excuse me." he called out.

Slowly the woman turned her head and eyed Drakey, immediatly she ligthened up by the sheer sight of him. "Well hallo!" she smiled. "What may I help such a nice young man with?" she asked cheerfully.

"Are you Mrs. Quackwater?" he asked.

"Why yeas I am." The woman smiled warmly.

"you had a bracelet stolen yesterday, would you mind telling about it?" Drakey asked as he was almost falling into the hedge because of the tiptoeing.

"So it's a little detective I have on visit?" Mrs. Quackwater asked amused. "How nice."

"I'm not.. no wait, why not." Drakey had to ask himself. "Yeas, I can be a detective, I read enough detective novels to know the tricks, so you want to tell about to robbery?" he asked.

The woman chuckled. "Well of cause, come into the garden lad, then I'll see what I can do." she invited.

Doing as he was told Drakey found his way into the garden and duty fully sat down on a chair in front of Mrs. Quackwater. "So." Drakey pulled a pen and paper. "Start from the beginning." he told.

"Well, it was very strange indeed." The woman started telling. "A bat just flew in and took it."

"Uhu, a bat.. wait what?" Drakey looked up. "A bat? and it went deliberately for the bracelet?"

"yeas I know, quite strange, it's not like the bracelet was out in the open it was tugged away in the box, the bat would have had to dig for it, I barely managed seeing the bat flying away with it." Mrs. Quackwater told.

"At what time on the day did this happen?" Drakey asked scribbling down on his block.

"Evening, it was nine thirty, I remember that clearly." She told.

Drake furrowed his brow. "Is there anything special about that bracelet, I know from the paper it shouldn't be that valuable but erh.. if I say Isis, would that say something to you?" Drakey asked.

"Well now when you say it." Mrs. Quackwater lifted an eyebrow. "My sister always had this wild idea that it was one out of three pieces, that. some sort of necklace, and the finger ring."

"Finger ring!" Drakey looked up. "There is a finger ring?" he asked now really intrigued.

"Sure." Mrs. Quackwater smiled. "My sister has it." she told.

"You don't say." Drakey blinked. "Where is your sister?" he then asked. "I would kind of like to have a look at that ring.. if she doesn't mind." ยจ

"I'm sure she wont, she always wears it as those juvels are kind of heirlooms from our mother, and you even happen to be in luck, she's right here." Mrs. Quackwater smiled. "Agnes." she called out. "There's a very handsome young man here there would like to ask you a question."

"You don't say?" Another lady popped her head out of the windows her eyes zooming in on Drake. "By god your right! what a cute little boy, uhhh I could just hug him and squeeze him!"

Drakey swallowed as he looked dreading at the insane elderly woman.. he really didn't like elderly people acting out as if he was some kind of cute pet which they should give snacks and dress up.

"He's a detective." Mrs. Quackwater continued in her smiling voice. "Coming to investigate my necklace."

"Oh you old woman." Agnes laughed. "I told you, you probably just forgot where you put it."

"I did not! I saw the bat! I tell you!" Mrs. Quackwater returned.

"Oh your getting old"

"You're the elder sister."

Drakey rolled his eyes as he shook his head, it was things like this that made him appreciate that he was a single child, at last he took in a breath in a attempt to stop them. "The necklace was stolen to."

Agnes stopped and looked at him. "Excuse me?"

"The necklace of Isis." Drakey ellaborated. "It was stolen doing the night from the museum, I was lead to understand you had the finger ring.. can I see?" he asked.

Agnes blinked and then smiled. "My my, you really are a detective aren't you?" she asked and she disappeared from the window to come out through the door. "Yeas, I do have the ring of Isis." she pulled it off her finger. "Here." she reached it to Drakey who carefully accepted it to look at the golden ring and the blue beetle upon it.

"That sure looks like it belongs with the necklace." Drakey commented. "You know, they are probably going for this thing next." he told.

"Hm, then maybe there is something about that bat story after all." Agnes mussed.

"Can I borrow it?" Drakey then asked. "For safe keeping, I promise I'll give it back when it's safe, it's just they will probably go to your house next, and whatever it's for it's always better to always be one step ahead, every hero knows that."

"Oh so we are a hero now to?" Agnes asked in sheer delight. "Oh what a cute boy, how can I possible say no to that?"

Drakey starred at the lady a little dumbfounded, before he at last shook his head grabbing tight around the ring. "I won't loose it, heroes honour." he at last said before he figured what he was saying, and grimaced when he figured where that would go next.

"Heroes honor! aww, they are so cute in that age, I bet your a woodchuck to." She clasped her hands together as she blinked in delight down at Drakey.

"yeah..." Drakey hesitated. "I kind of like the outdoors and to learn how to use a knife is pretty neat to, but urh." he decided it was probably time for his next heroic escape. "In fact, I need to practice my robe knots around now." he got up on his feeds. "If I want to earn my mark you know."

"That's nice." Agnes smiled. "Go out and be a real little detective wood chuck. oh if only all children was so nice and well behaved."

At home, brushing away a very graphic zombie comic away from the table Drakey looked at the ring in his hand considering what to do with it.. he was not going to put it on his finger for sure, that was to girly! plus obvious, any villain would be able to see that a mile away. but he couldn't just put it any-where either.. that's when he got the idea and found a string and slipped the ring on to bind that string around his neck as a necklace and firmly his the ring beneath his blouse, thankful it was a turtle neck, in that way there was no way of telling that he had anything around his neck.

Then his eyes fell on the remaining circus ticket.. he had to be in for quite a show, and Morgana would perform to, perhaps he could even hear her sing again, all though he was quite positive he would never forget the first time around, sighing he was faced with his own meager ordinary reflection in the mirror, it was not like anyone would ever find that so impressive, all though perhaps, with a few changes.. if he was lucky enough to grow up to become tall, and with a costume like the avenger, any-one would look cool.. but probably come off as a bit ridicules out of context..

In any case, with the circus in mind Drakey decided to lose the earmuff-hat he was always wearing and ruffle up his head feathers a bit in the hope of appearing a bit more wild mannered than he really was.. and also found a black jacket that hopefully would make him look a tiny bit tougher.. all though he had to admit, it didn't help all that much.. any-way. He was not just about to waste that ticket.