Neb: Vincent's father returned and there was a heated conversation between him and Mrs. Beakley. We as the audience already knew what Vincent's childhood was like since the first chapter, but Vincent rarely would bring up his past outside of the mage stuff. Actually the first person in the story he talked to about that stuff was Lena and it was to find common ground after the two of them got off on the wrong foot. So anyways, now the cats out of the bag about who Vincent use to be, before he was a teenage treasure hunting destruction mage. I hope you all enjoy the fanfic. I do not own Ducktales.

It's not everyday that two spell casters are under the roof of McDuck manor. But now that Lena had returned and Vincent swallowed his pride, the two of them were there practically all the time. Vincent was now living with them, and not just until Artifact returns. Though, he's been assisting Mrs. Beakley with house keeping and meal preparation, just so it didn't feel like a free place. He even cleaned up Lena's old place under the docks, before moving out of there, so she could have her old space back if she ever wanted to stay down there. To be honest though, she'd hardly need that place now that she would be having sleep overs with Webby and Violet all the time. Not just at the manor, but sometimes at Violet's place as well. Things seemed to be looking up for them, however Vincent not having crystals to focus his magic and Lena's amulet may have caused a few inconveniences throughout the week.

Every now and then Vincent would have to take a metal trashcan and throw it over his toothbrush when it would glow red. Then the toothbrush would explode.

One time Lena when walking down the hallway accidentally zapped a suit of armor with her magic causing it to come to life and start attacking her.

Another time Vincent would be swimming and out of the middle of nowhere he'd have a vision of Mr. Elite fighting Madame Aurora a hundred years ago. This wasn't the first time he had a vision like that, because the first time it was Scrooge back in Scotland, and another time it was a blonde duck lady during the gold rush. Vincent nearly drowned after having this one however.

And it would pass back and forth between the two spell casters like a montage of magic screw ups. Lena lighting the kitchen table in a purple fire. Vincent blowing up a tea kettle when he was making tea. Lena having an out of body experience (Kind of like Dr. Strange). Vincent getting stuck in a shield of magic when the suit of armor that Lena brought to life had attacked him.

"Magic sucks," Lena grumbled as she was combing singe marks out of her hair from the table being set on fire.

"Why don't these runes focus my power?", Vincent sighed. as he looked at his bag of runes. He opened a window to get ready to chuck one out of it, as he tried to focus his power into it. But instead his elbow bumped into a vase causing it to glow red instead. "Oh come on!" Vincent grabbed the vase and chucked it out the window instead. "I'm not even angry anymore? I'm well rested and I'm fully healed. Why is my magic still turning against me?"

"It's probably me," Lena groaned. "I've been causing things to blow up recently also, maybe my magic has been extending to you."

"Perhaps the two of you just need rest," Violet figured.

"W-what?", Lena responded. "No I'm fine. I don't need rest." Lena wasn't going to tell any of them about her bad dreams she had been having.

"I already told you I've been sleeping well," Vincent assured.

"Then why did you almost pass out in the pool the other day?", Violet pressed.

"I.. it had nothing to do with sleep," Vincent assured.

"Vincent you still owe me one question," Violet pointed out.

"He does?", Lena and Webby responded.

"When we were formally introduced," Violet begun. "He limited how many questions I could ask him to three. I decided to hang on to one of them in case there was information I couldn't get out of a book that he knew."

"Fine you got me," Vincent sighed. "I wasn't falling asleep though, I've been having visions of my sworn enemy."

"Boy tell me about it," Lena groaned.

The three of them turned to her and she turned away pretending she didn't accidentally reveal what she had been hiding.

"I mean, tell us about your vision Vincent," Lena covered up.

"She's still bad at lying," Vincent thought. "The first time I had this vision, it was about Scrooge McDuck being called to fight Mr. Elite. Scrooge I think was a teenager at the time."

"He did confirm that at the hospital," Webby nodded.

"A little while later I had a vision in my sleep about Mr. Elite fighting a blonde lady in a gold mine. She seemed to be skilled with a rapier."

"Could that be Goldie?", Webby wondered.

"Who?", Vincent responded.

"Another old nemesis of Scrooge," Webby explained. "And who was fighting Mr. Elite in this last vision?"

"My mentor Madame Aurora," Vincent explained. "I can't believe she let me join forces with that guy if they were old enemies."

"Very odd indeed," Violet figured. "They probably settled their differences after their battle."

"Maybe," Vincent somewhat agreed.

"Back to the current problem at hand," Violet decided. "Your runes, can I see them?"

Vincent pulled out his bag and set them on the table. "I already know the runes don't have the proper alphabet like they are supposed to have."

"These aren't very well designed no," Webby agreed as she and Violet looked over them.

"They seem to have a splash of the old Germanic Alphabet on some and Celtic symbols on others," Violet assessed. "Did you get these from a random rock store?"

"Well I couldn't get them from artifact," Vincent shook his head. "I don't know what make's Madame Aurora's crystals so special, but they seem to help me focus my power more so than any other crystal, rock, or object."

"Maybe her crystals are made of magic," Lena figured.

"Or at least had been embedded with magic," Violet agreed.

"I know that they have magic in them," Vincent begun. "I've been learning about magic items and how to focus your powers through them since I was thirteen. It's just, every magic item I touch usually blows up when I try to focus my power through it. One time when I was fourteen Madame Aurora was showing me how to use her Tarot Card. I drew the Wheel of Fortune from the deck and then the deck blew up in my hands."

"Did you draw it upright or reversed?", Webby wondered.

"More than likely reversed given what happened afterwards," Vincent figured. "I don't really remember."

"Maybe," Violet nodded. "However, the Wheel of Fortune is a prediction that states those who have nothing will gain everything and those who have everything will lose it all. If you drew it upright, it may have told you that you'd be rich someday."

"This is all interesting and all," Lena pointed out. "But we are getting off topic. How is Vincent supposed to focus his power, if he doesn't have magic items to do it..." Lena looked down at her amulet and ripped it off her neck. Blow this up."

"No," Violet, Webby, and Vincent all yelled in unison.

"Come on," Lena groaned. "It's caused me nothing but trouble."

"Lena," Webby sighed. "It's a part of who you are."

"Not to mention we don't know what would happen to you if it was destroyed," Vincent added in angrily. "Keep that amulet guarded!"

"Jeez," Lena groaned. "It was just a suggestion, don't get bent out of shape."

"I might have a better idea," Violet figured. "Remember the runes I brought to the mansion during our first sleep over?"

"Right," Webby nodded. "Lena used those to contact us from the Shadow Realm."

"What if Lena left some traces of magic within those runes just by touching them?", Violet wondered.

The three of them looked at her and then Vincent nodded.

"That's possible," Vincent agreed. "Manna can be transferred when two dimensions are connected. It's not as strong of a source as Chaos or Order, but it is a source."

"It's what Uncle Scrooge's butler draws power from," Webby added.

"That's all you'll need to focus your powers though," Violet concluded.

"Cool, where are they?", Vincent wondered.

"They are in the attic actually," Violet explained. "We played rune boggle with them, and I guess I left them in the box."

"Well lets get them," Vincent smiled. "I am ready to stop blowing stuff up!"

"Hold on a moment," Violet pointed out. "This is all just a theory. We don't know if they'll actually have magic in them. Not to mention you've strayed from the Path of Order, remember."

Vincent raised an eyebrow at her and then facepalmed. "How could I be so stupid?", Vincent groaned. "My powers might not even work the way they use to anymore."

"It's still your best shot though," Lena figured.

"I guess so," Vincent nodded. "But what about you? How can you focus your power?"

"I just need to get this stupid amulet to work for me," Lena pointed out. "I already have both a source I draw from and an item to focus it through. I'm sure my minor mishaps won't keep happening once I've gained a little bit more control over my power."

"Lena's right," Webby figured. "She just needs a little bit of practice."

"And possibly some rest," Violet added.

"I'm not tired!"