Neb: The last chapter Vincent had caught back up with Lena to make amends. I know, that conflict was resolved a little quickly, but it opened up a new one. Vincent isn't sure who, but someone is following Lena around and talking to her from the shadows. I mean, we all know who. As this AU exists back in Season 1. Which means the time of the Eclipse hasn't happened yet. I might not have Vincent participate during the Shadow Wars, because even as an AU I will more than likely keep the story closer to the cannon. We also touched upon where his powers come from and the two forces of nature that is behind most if not all magic. Chaos and Order. Anyways, I do not own Ducktales.
Vincent had collected his new set of crystals. He got another earful from Madame Aurora for losing control and blowing up his last batch. She warned him about the dangers of not having something to focus his uncontrolled power through.
"I know all that!", Vincent yelled back at her.
"Then why do you keep coming in my shop in need of more all the time!", Madame Aurora snapped. "For the sake of Chaos, I told you your powers revolve around order. Which means, you should have more control of your powers than I do!"
"Well I read all your dumb books, but I still can't do any other kind of magic than destruction," Vincent shot back.
"That's because you are bound to the one element," Madame Aurora continued to throw a fit. "You say you know and you understand, but you don't. You'd be the most powerful destruction mage ever if you didn't try to break free from your destiny all the time. Listen kid, I'm going to start charging you for those crystals if you keep coming in here like that. That means, the next place you have to raid, must have results!"
"I... I..." Vincent sighed before turning away. "Fine, I'll get my own stupid crystals."
"You do that," Madame Aurora shouted. "While your at it, how about you listen to my instructions for once. We'd be rolling in ancient artifacts right now if you'd find a partner already!"
"Well that girl Lena has magic," Vincent pointed out.
"I said stay away from the De Spells!", Madame Aurora growled as tabled and books begun to float around her. "Your insolence will cost you your soul if you mess with those who possess dark magic!"
"Ok what about the Duck family?", Vincent wondered. "They managed to make profit on the last temple, and they didn't even win that fight!"
"Scrooge McDuck is an enemy to all magic users," Madame Aurora rubbed the sides of her head. "I told you this already. Do you really think any of his family would be different?"
Vincent looked down unsure of himself.
It was now Madame Aurora's turn to sigh. She took a couple crystals and handed them to Vincent. "Vincent I only want what is best for you. I have always been protecting you, but you need to trust the wisdom I share with you."
"But you want me to work with criminals," Vincent pointed out. "How can that be protecting me?"
"Criminals are easier to blow up if they cross you," Madame Aurora stated. "If you come at odds with Scrooge or Magica De Spell, then you will lose. Your a hundred years too young to be facing them. Heck, I'm four hundred and even I would probably lose."
Vincent turned to the door again after pocketing the two crystals she handed him.
"This is your last chance," Madame Aurora stated. "If can't listen to me, then don't come back. You are always talking about how your able to fend for yourself anyways. As much as it pains me to put you in that situation, I can't have you fighting with me all the time."
"Then you won't have to worry about that or me anymore," Vincent decided. "Thank you for taking care of me all this time, but I won't associate myself with the wrong people anymore. Even if your infinite wisdom demands it." He emphasized infinite wisdom with and eye roll. Then he headed out the door once more, with no intentions of crawling back to her anymore.
"Teenagers," Madame Aurora facepalmed before closing up her shop. "Goodby Vincent, I hope whichever path you chose is the right one. You draw your powers from your solidified destiny, so long as you fight it, you will be weak."
Vincent made his way through town once more and stopped at the gambling den. He poked his head at the window to see if his old man was still kicking around. He didn't see him through the window which was probably a good sign. The old man probably gave up on gambling a long time ago and skipped town. There was no records according to the police of a missing child, so the old man didn't report him missing three years ago. Probably to avoid blame being thrown his way as an abusive parent. The old man no longer lived in their old apartment anymore either. He asked the landlord if the old man left any notes or letters behind, to which the landlord regrettably said no.
Vincent didn't know why he wanted to see his dad again. After all he still didn't want to live with him, but deep down he hoped that the older duck had changed after having his son run away from home all those years ago. Who was Vincent kidding, he didn't run from home, he was kicked out on the streets several times by the older duck. "I have no choice but to move on." Vincent headed down the street away from the apartments. He was lost now, no destination, no proper path carved out for him. He could find another temple but to what avail. He had severed ties with his mentor which was the very reason he went to those places. "Maybe I'm the problem," Vincent wondered aloud.
"Perhaps you are," spoke up a stag man behind him.
Vincent turned around to see Mr. Elite hanging out by a coffee shop. But what was he doing in Duckburg. "Mr. Elite," Vincent spoke up before being slammed against a wall by one of the Fang Bros. Vincent reached for his crystal but had his hand grabbed some rabbit girl dressed in black sweat pants and a black turtleneck.
"Don't even think about it," she smiled.
"Where's the rest of the crew," Vincent grinned.
"Around," Mr. Elite smiled. "We are a much more powerful group ever thanks to you and your sister. Say, where is the young duckling?"
"I ain't telling you squat," Vincent spat before a knife was placed to his throat.
"Answer the boss or else," the rabbit girl spoke up.
"This seems to desperate for you," Vincent pointed out. "Didn't the mask of Helios give you the powers you wanted?"
"Oh it has," Mr. Elite smiled. "However, it's not fully charged yet. I was hoping since your sister could read the ancient texts she could be of use."
"She won't help you," Vincent growled.
"She will if I have you!", Mr. Elite growled as he signaled the Fang Bro to punch Vincent in the stomach. "I've already sent a ransom note to the McDuck manor. If they care about you they'll come."
"They won't come," Vincent shook his head. "I lied about who she was."
Mr. Elite wasn't amused by this comment. He stood up, put his coffee down, and headed towards Vincent. "As if you would have gambled everything just to protect a random small child. How foolish do you think I am? Even if there was a small possibility you could be that stupid, don't you think they'd come to help you anyways. After all they owe you for her life."
"Didn't you hear me," Vincent sighed. "They aren't coming for me, so just do what you gotta do."
Mr. Elite kicked Vincent in the head knocking him out. "Throw him in the back of the van." They tossed Vincent into a van and slammed the doors shut. "Call your brothers. I'll get Ronny and Donny, we are going to prepare for an all out war. I will get my hands on that child."