Neb: Last chapter Artifact had left Duckburg and the Shadow Wars had begun. Unfortunately for Vincent, he's going to be missing the larger battle against Magica, because I want to stay as close as possible to the cannon. However, there was a neat fight between Vincent and his Shadow. I don't really have too much to say, so sorry about the short recap. I do not own Ducktales, I hope you enjoy the fanfic.

Vincent woke up on the side of the road down by the docks of Duckburg. He groaned as he felt completely drained after his fight with his own shadow. Vincent looked at his right hand and saw it was singed so much that his feathers were blackened. He inspected the rest of himself and saw he was fine. "Must have happened when I was fighting my Shadow," Vincent figured... "The war," Vincent realiized up. He got to his feet as best as he could and started wobbling towards the docks. Donald's boat wasn't there, the eclipse was over, and it looked like the money bin was already under repairs. "I missed it," Vincent realized. "Of course I did. I could have gone with Madame Aurora and nothing would have changed." He pulled up his phone to check his texts. There weren't any texts since the last one Webby had sent him. "I hope everything is ok." He called Webby's phone.

click

"Webby," Vincent called out. "Are you ok? Everyone was losing their shadows, and Madame Aurora said it had something to do with Magica Despell. I tried to help, but I was locked in a battle with my own Shadow."

"She's gone Vincent," Webby spoke up into her phone.

"Who's gone?", Vincent responded. "Oh right, Magica. Yeah I figured you guys beat her. Afterall, the eclipse is over."

"No Vincent, Lena's gone," Webby sobbed.

"W-what do you mean she's gone?", Vincent wondered. Then he remembered the tidbit about Lena being Magica's shadow. "Webby, I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Webby sighed. "I just wish she told me more about who she was you know. Maybe we could have stopped Magica sooner."

He could have prevented this. If only he had gone to their boat instead of Artifact. They could have used him. Of course they still would have had to deal with his shadow, but he stopped his shadow now, he could have stopped it then with their help to. Not to mention Magica had already talked to him once before, and he didn't tell them anything about that. Why did he keep that information to himself, they could have put it together that Lena was working with Magica. No that wouldn't of changed her fate. "I'm sorry Webby," Vincent groaned. "I should have been there."

"You were busy fighting your shadow," Webby reminded him. "But you can make it up to me. I need your help bringing Lena back."

"Bringing her back?", Vincent questioned. "How?"

"Meet me at the manor." click.

"I can't bring someone back," Vincent groaned. "That's not how my powers work." He turned away and then remembered creating the shield during his fight against his shadow. "How did I do that?"

Back at the McDuck Manor, Vincent and Webby were going through some books Webby had on revival rituals and pulling spirits from other realms.

Vincent also had his own collection of books referring to inter-dimensional travel, but his books seemed more theoretical. "I don't know about this Webby," Vincent spoke up. "Summoning spirits is on the list of forbidden magic."

"That would be true if she were dead," Webby agreed. "But I know Lena's alive. I feel as if she's watching us right now."

"Webby," Vincent sighed. "It's still fresh in your mind what happened to her. She... Let's try one spell. Make it a good one. If it doesn't work, we give it some time and you focus on the people who are with you currently. I'm sure your granny wouldn't mind spending some more time with you or the boys for that matter."

"Fair enough," Webby agreed. "Checking up on my old mental health I see."

"I'm just looking out for you," Vincent shrugged. "So which spell are we trying?"

Webby pulled out a brush and drew a pentagram inside a circle with salt. "This is a classic one, I think we need candles for that though."

"You think she's tethered to a brush?", Vincent wondered.

"I know it's silly," Webby admitted. "If I knew where the friendship bracelet I gave her went, I'd use that."

"No, no it's fine," Vincent waved it away. "I'm sorry, let's get this underway."

The two of them set up candles and opened up Webby's spellbook.

"There's nothing about ritual sacrifices right?", Vincent wondered.

"I wish," Webby laughed.

Vincent laughed as well and then paused for a moment. "Your joking right?"

"Oh, um of course I am." Webby and Vincent then knelt down as Webby looked over the page once more. "Sense your a mage, we'll be drawing magic from you."

"Unfortunately I'm not a source of magic," Vincent admitted. "I can draw from the path of order and maybe we can use that."

"Or we can draw from our connection to Lena," Webby pitched.

"Is my connection with Lena even that strong?", Vincent's inner thoughts questioned. "She cares about Webby, maybe I could draw from that... if I knew how. Who am I kidding, I've only ever drawn from one source of magic. Friendship isn't a source, not like manna, or order, or chaos."

"Vincent?", Webby spoke up as she held out her hand.

Vincent grabbed her hand and then grabbed the brush. Webby also held onto the brush. He remembered Lena telling him to stay away from Webby. That she didn't want him accidentally blowing her up. "That's not going to happen, my magic doesn't work on people like that, only artifacts."

The two of them closed their eyes as they focused on the image of Lena.

"With the hand of brother and I," Webby spoke up. "Spirit rise do not lie. We call to you from mortal realm. The love for you is over whelm!"

Webby nodded Vincent to speak up.

"With the hand of sister and I," Vincent sighed. A red aura washed over his hands and then the brush. "Spirit rise do not lie. We call to you from mortal soil. Join with us, our spell shall coil!"

The manna moved through Vincent and Webby into the brush and the brush begun shaking.

"It's working," Webby called out.

Vincent stared at the brush in disbelief. In that moment he saw Lena emerging from Webby's shadow, calling out for him to stop. But why was she yelling that? Vincent turned to the brush and saw cracks form inside it. He grabbed it from Webby and chucked it out the manor window before the two of them heard a loud bang.

"What was that?", Beakley called out from down the hall.

"Sorry granny," Webby called out. "That was a firecracker!" She hid her spellbook and moved to hide all the magic stuff they were doing with a blanket.

Mrs. Beakley opened the door and looked at Webby and Vincent. "Please be careful with explosives dear," she sighed before closing the door. "And you be careful with your powers Vincent."

"That was a close one," Webby sighed in relief. "Louie would have been proud of that lie. Felt weird though." She turned to Vincent to see him huddled up in a corner by the window. "Vincent, are you ok?"

"No I'm not ok," Vincent yelled. "I almost got you killed!"

"You 'almost' got us killed," Webby repeated, emphasizing the almost part. "But that's ok, because you only wanted to help me. Besides, Lena, the boys, and I almost get each other killed all the time. There was this time Huey and I got into an argument about terra-firmians, so Lena lead us into an abandoned subway station to find them."

"You don't understand Webby," Vincent grunted as tears fell down his face. "This isn't some simple mistake I made or an error in judgement, everything I do, no matter how closely I follow the instructions, just blows up in my face. Magic was supposed to be this amazing gift filled with adventures and wonders, but instead it's been a curse. Just like most the things in my life."

Webby put her hands on Vincents shoulders. "I'm sorry I pushed you into this," Webby apologized. "The thought of learning spells and using magic always excited me growing up. I shouldn't have assumed you were the same way."

"I was," Vincent sniffed. "I was like you, the thought of magic excited me. But when I finally got it, I couldn't just learn spells, I was stuck with the element of destruction. The only ones who've told me what a gift it was were bad people. My mentor to, but she's been hanging in the middle of being a good person and a bad person."

"Your magic is a gift though," Webby explained. "Sure, you can't use it for whatever you want, but nobody is perfect. I train everyday to be just as amazing of a fighter as my granny. But, I don't have any upper body strength. I have to make up for that by using momentum, or kicking instead. It'll be a long time before I'm able to fight like her, but if I keep training, I know I will get there."

Webby smiled at Vincent and Vincent smiled back before wiping his tears away.

"Your right Webby," Vincent sighed. "I lost myself there for a moment. Man, it's been a long time since I've cried."

"Everybody does it," Webby nodded as she hugged Vincent.

Vincent smiled again and hugged her back.