Neb: Lena and Vincent had been going through a montage of magical screw ups. Well that sounds mean, more like they just don't know how to control their powers anymore. It was all easy for Vincent when he was following the Path of Order. He draws from that path and things blow up when he wills it. But now that he's strayed from the path, his own magic seems to be turning against him. Lena however has a larger variety of spells she could cast if she had training thanks to being Magica's shadow. Unfortunately for her, severing her connection to the witch has made utilizing the amulet a lot harder. Not to mention she had been having nightmares that were preventing her from sleeping. Focus is everything when controlling magic, and without it, it runs wild. I do not own Ducktales. I hope you all enjoy the fanfic.
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Vincent, Webby, Violet, Lena, and now Huey, Dewey, and Louie were all up in the attic looking for Violet's runes. Supposedly Vincent would be able to use these runes like he use to use his crystals. But That's all just a theory for now.
"There is too much junk up here," Louie shook his head. "I should open up a garage sale and sell some of this stuff."
"That would be bad," Vincent pointed out. "You don't know what stuff is magic and what stuff isn't."
"He doesn't keep anything magic in his attic," Louie argued.
"Yeah, that's all in his Garage," Dewey added in.
"... Wait, he keeps his magic item inside his garage?", Vincent responded. "And he was worried I'd be irresponsible with artifacts."
"Yeah and he keeps the one item that would give my Aunt free reign over the entire world around his neck," Lena pointed out. "The dime that is."
"How does a dime give her that much power?", Vincent wondered. "No wait a minute. I shouldn't ask dumb questions. It's either a very lucky item, or it has a rich, important history. Not all artifacts are magic because they were forged that way, sometimes it's because of the strong connections others have with them."
"That's probably it," Webby nodded.
Dewey, out of boredom started lifting up table cloths that were draped over antiques and started throwing them at his brothers.
"Stop that Dewey," Huey yelled angrily.
"Why don't you make me?", Dewey laughed.
Huey tackled into Dewey and the two of them started wrestling with each other.
"Knock it off you two," Vincent ordered.
"Classic Huey Dewey fight," Louie chuckled as he pulled out his phone to record.
"You always keep messing with me," Huey growled.
"Yeah, that's what brothers do," Dewey argued back as he tried to force Huey off of himself. The two of them rolled into Lena bumping into her, knocking her into a painting of an old town.
"Lena," Webby called out as she ran to her friend.
Lena's amulet started glowing all of a sudden as her eyes turned purple. "No, stay away," Lena called out.
It was too late, a purple vortex emerged from the painting, first sucking in the triplets. Then Violet and Vincent had fallen in next. Lastly Lena as she was trying to hold onto Webby and keep her out of the portal got sucked in with her instead. Once all of the Duck children were inside the painting, the vortex closed.
Vincent groaned as he grabbed onto his head. "Is everyone alright?", Vincent wondered as he got to his feet. The only kid he saw was Violet, who was also getting up rubbing her head.
"More or less," Violet figured. "Where is everyone?"
"Not sure," Vincent shook his head. The alleyway they were in had brick buildings that matched the buildings in the painting. "Guessing we are in 1800s London," Vincent guessed.
"Yes, I arrived to the same conclusion," Violet nodded. "Everyone else I believe got sucked into the same painting."
"We all individually fell into the painting in groups," Vincent remembered. "So we all must be in separate locations of it."
"Agreed," Violet figured. "Webby was with Lena, and the boys all fell in together. So we are in three individual groups. The question is, where do we find them, and how do we get out."
"All of this trouble to just find a game of boggle," Vincent sighed. "It's fine, obvious it would be unwise to split the group further."
"Agreed," Violet responded. "We will look for everyone together. As for getting back home..."
"Lena got us in here, she can get us out," Vincent figured.
"I thought as much," Violet agreed again. "But she might not be experienced enough to perform that spell."
"Experience is good," Vincent admitted. "But, Lena has natural talent."
"Oh?", Violet pushed as the two of them started walking down the alleyway.
"Don't tell anyone I told you this," Vincent begun. "But Lena used healing magic on me a while back when I was injured by the Shadow Syndicate. I directed her on how to do it, and she just did it. I've never seen a spell caster learn a spell like that so quickly. Honestly I was kind of jealous."
"So why is she having trouble controlling her power now?", Violet wondered.
"Well... I shouldn't say while Lena isn't present," Vincent sighed. Lena may have drawn power from the amulet, but it was her own decided path that gave her focus. She wanted freedom from Magica De Spell, and that goal fueled her own power. "I will say that Magica was growing stronger the closer we got to the Eclipse, and she was connected to Lena at the time. But I don't want to give that evil sorceress any credit."
"Your only telling me a half truth," Violet figured as the two of them made their way out of the alleyway and into a town full of people dressed in old time clothes. The Men were in suits, ranging from Brown, to black, to grey. They also wore bowler hats. The women wore hats with their dresses as well, but their hats had feathers poking out of them. The women's clothing were a larger variety of colors, red, green, blue, and yellow.
"They don't seem to take notice to us being dressed different," Vincent pointed out.
"Why would they?", Violet reasoned. "They are a painting, this isn't time travel."
"But they breathe and move," Vincent continued. "I always assumed traveling within pictures would mean everything else would be suspended animation."
"You've theorized about traveling inside pictures?", Violet smiled at him.
"I've theorized a lot of things," Vincent shrugged. "I would never be able to perform any of those kinds of magic, but I did my research."
"Is it possible I could borrow your notes?", Violet wondered.
"Good luck," Vincent chuckled. "Everything I wrote outside my stories is back at... Artifact..." Vincent's jaw dropped as he uttered those words.
"Why the long pause?", Violet questioned before looking ahead at what Vincent was staring at. Her jaw dropped in response as well as she stared at the Magic Shop called Artifact standing before them around a street corner.