Neb: Vincent and the Duck family children are lost inside a painting thanks to Huey and Dewey fighting each other and accidentally knocking into Lena. The family then got split up into three groups. Webby is with Lena, and the triplets are together. Violet and Vincent are now outside the magic shop Artifact, shocked to see Vincent's former home and place of learning in front of them inside the painting. I do not own Ducktales.
Huey, Dewey, and Louie were all headed through town. They had been lost inside the painting for an hour already, and weren't sure how to get back. "If you didn't attack me this would have happened," Dewey pointed out to Huey.
"Are you kidding me?", Huey yelled. "This was because you were throwing stuff at us."
"Yeah, its both of your faults," Louie shrugged. "Best we can do now is find the others and get home."
"Even if we find the others, how are we supposed to get home?", Huey wondered. "Lena and Vincent's powers are out of control."
"Powers?", a man spoke up.
The triplets turned to see a crow man sitting by a small flower shop playing chess against himself.
"Like magic perhaps?", the crow man asked again.
"Who are you?", Dewey wondered. Until now, the people in this town had ignored them. Even when they tried to get their attention, the people would walk by as if they were invisible.
"I am Aleister," the crow man smiled. "Aleister Crow."
"The famous Alchemist?", Huey responded. "There are so many stories about you."
"The very same," Aleister nodded. "Now tell me about your magic friends."
Webby and Lena headed down the streets west of the town. They figured if they leave the edge of the painting, they'd find a way back home. Unfortunately, certain areas of the town were blocked off as if an invisible wall was preventing them from moving forwards. They would see the towns people could go past these invisible walls with ease. The towns people would also ignore them, when they'd ask for help.
"It's hopeless," Lena groaned. "I'm sorry Webby, my stupid magic had gotten us stuck here."
"It's ok Lena," Webby smiled. "You didn't mean to do it, and we are going to get out here sooner or later."
"Yeah, but what about the others?", Lena wondered. "We all got separated, even if we find a way out, what if the others are trapped in here forever."
The two of them felt the ground shake as the area around them glowed red for a moment. "What was that?", Lena gasped.
"An earthquake inside a painting?", Webby figured. "What's with the light?"
"Oh great, the world is ending on top of us being trapped in a painting," Lena groaned. "Could this get any worse!"
Vincent and Violet headed into Artifact, bewildered by it's sudden appearance. "This must be an earlier version of the shop," Violet figured. "The paint on it's front door looks brand new."
"That much is clear," Vincent nodded. "But that would mean the painting was painted by someone who wields magic. Otherwise they wouldn't have been able to include the shop in their painting."
"If non magic users couldn't see the shop, then how come I'm able to see it now?", Violet questioned.
"Because our cloaking field is currently not up," an elder flamingo man in robes spoke up at the shop counter. Next to him was a young red haired duck girl playing with a deck of tarot cards.
"Welcome to our humble shop," the little girl spoke up. "I am Anya and this is the magnificent magician, and wisest of Alchemists, Nicholas Flamingo."
"Pleasure to be acquainted," the flamingo man nodded.
"Nicholas Flamingo?", Violet responded excitedly. "The famous Alchemist!"
"The one who created the Philosopher's Stone?", Vincent added in. "One of, if not the most powerful artifact in the world."
"In many worlds," Nicholas nodded. "However, this one it is rivaled by many powerful artifacts. The Sword of the Once and Future King, the Lamp of the lost Genie, the Papyrus of Binding, and pretty much anything crafted by or wielded by the Gods of Olympus."
"Like the Mask of Helios," Vincent figured.
"Or the Sword of Selene," Nicholas nodded.
"No surprise that the owner of this shop knows so much about ancient artifacts," Violet admitted. "But to be the famous Nicholas Flamingo is something else! I thought you died back in the late thirteen hundreds."
"I have gained a longer life than any human thanks to my genius artifacts," Nicholas explained.
"If you like him, you might like his co owner Aleister Crow," Anya added. "He's been starting to gain quite the famous reputation as well."
"Another famous alchemist," Vincent responded shocked.
"The Aleister Crow," Violet gasped, breaking her usual emotionless barrier. "Just incredible!"
"You said your name was Anya right," Vincent nodded. "What about Madame Aurora, is she in this shop?"
Anya looked at him confused and then shook her head. "There is no Madame Aurora here," Anya replied. "Is she another Alchemist?"
"Gypsy actually," Vincent sighed. "Never mind then, we were actually looking for a way home. We come from another world."
"Another world where I am famous huh," Nicholas figured. He was about to say something else, but the area around them begun to glow red as the area shook.
"What was that?", Vincent wondered.
"Don't know," Anya responded quietly as she looked over her Tarot cards. "They've been happening for the past hour."
"I believe some great entity is destroying our home," Nicholas figured. "It would take someone with great power to cause this much damage to an entire city."
"A great entity?", Vincent responded. He remembered that Lena was the one who got them all sucked into the magic painting, but it couldn't be her that was causing this. There must be an outside force occurring, maybe the painting itself was in danger of being destroyed.
"No need to worry," Nicholas shook his head. "Anya specializes in finding magical artifacts and creatures. If there is a beast that is causing harm to this world, she will learn of it soon enough."
The shop door rang again as more guests started entering Artifact.
"Hey, it's Huey, Dewey, and Louie," Vincent responded. He saw that a crow man in a suit was standing behind them. "Aleister Crow I presume."
"You are correct young duckling," Aleister nodded. "I've come to discuss the tremors with my colleagues."
"Where's Lena and Webby?", Vincent asked the boys.
"Not sure," Huey shook his head. "But they can't be too far away, apparently the people in the painting have the ability to leave town, but we can't."
"We can only go as far as the frame," Violet figured. "Anything beyond that point is unknown to the people from our world."
"Wait are you saying we hopped dimensions?", Huey wondered.
"I'm saying that's a possibility," Violet nodded.
"So what do we do?", Dewey wondered. "Do we go find Webby and Lena, or do we stay here and wait for them?"
"I say we stay here," Louie suggested. "If anyone can find us, it's Webby."
"She doesn't know what to look for though," Vincent shook his head. "Webby and Lena had never been to Artifact before. In fact, if it weren't for Aleister, you three would have never found this place either."
"I agree with Vincent," Violet nodded. "Lena and Webby don't know where to go, so we have to send them a signal."
"I can do that," Anya responded as she continued to stare at her cards.
"You can?", the rest of the group responded.
"I mean, of course you can," Vincent sighed in relief. "You are an alchemist after all."
"Hmm," Anya responded. Anya waited for Aleister and Nicholas to head out of the room to their meeting room in the back. "My mentors want me to track the beast that's harming our... world, not town. That's going to take a while to get use to. I'd rather use my talents to reconnect you with your friends."
"Why?", Louie wondered. "What's in it for you?"
"I get to meet the magic user that was powerful enough to get you all stuck here," Anya explained. "Such magic is a rare sight to behold. Natural talent should be cultivated, not shunned."
"Well thank you," Vincent smiled. "If I still had my crystals I would have made a flare with th... Oh wait a minute." Vincent pulled magic crystals off of one of the shelves and grinned. "Can I use these?"
"If you pay," Anya nodded.
Vincent went for his bank card, but then realized what time period he was in. "Do you do I.O.U's?", Vincent wondered.
"Not for dimension hoppers that are just passing through," Anya shook her head. "We have no guarantee that you'll ever return."
Vincent sighed before putting the crystals back on the shelf. "Fair enough."
"Webby carries all forms of currency on her," Huey explained to Vincent. "Once she gets here, she'd be happy to buy those crystals for you."
"In the mean time have a look around the shop," Anya suggested. "This is a once in a life time chance to see what kind of magical secrets you can obtain from our store."
The kids smiled at each other before heading off to different corners of the shop.
"A flare for the dramatic," Vincent smiled. "I used that hook to, back when we'd sell to to non magic users."
"We as in you and this Madame Aurora," Anya figured.
"Yeah," Vincent nodded. "She was my mentor, taught me everything I know about magic. I became a Treasure Hunting Destruction Mage, thanks to her."
"She sounds great," Anya figured as she went back to looking at her cards. "I'm sending the signal now. Your friends will be here shortly."
"Thanks Anya," Vincent appreciated. "I hope Webby actually can pay for those crystals. My friends and I went through a great ordeal trying to find equivalents. Unfortunately Artifact's crystals have been the only ones that have worked for me."
"Why haven't you tried making your own?", Anya wondered.
"Everything magical tends to blow up in my hands," Vincent explained. "Madame Aurora always told me it was fine, but I'm afraid I've disappointed her in the crafting department."
"I know how that is," Anya scowled as she looked to her own teachers in the other room. "Mentors can be a pain in the but some times."
"Still, she was the closest thing I had to a mother," Vincent admitted. "I mean, ever since my actual mom had died and my dad... disowned me. Our falling out gets a little fuzzier each year. Sorry, I don't mean to drop all that on you."
"Don't worry about it," Anya shook her head. "Your situation seems to be a rare one as well. I'm always interested in hearing different Spell Caster's stories. So tell me more about the Gypsy? Was the feeling mutual? I mean about your kinship."
"I'd like to think it was," Vincent continued. "No matter how many times I got angry and ran off, she let me come back to her shop... I guess that means yes. She said to me last time that me being her student was better than being her family. That she was betrayed by her sisters a long time ago, so she has a hard time letting people in."
"Yet she let you in," Anya added.
"Yeah she did," Vincent sighed. "She wouldn't let me leave, not for a while at least."
"I appreciate your story sir," Anya smiled. "Now, your friends should be arriving soon."
"What about you?", Vincent wondered. "How did you get here?"
"Oh well, it's pretty similar to your story," Anya explained. "I was still in my egg when Nicholas found me. I have no knowledge of my former parents, but I was raised to be an attendant at this shop. Aleister started working here recently, but for the past one hundred years Nicholas and I had been running this place."
"One hundred?", Vincent responded shocked. "But.. you look eight."
"The Philosopher's Stone is one of many magic items that allow you to maintain your youth an appearance. I never felt the need to start aging, I'm either a little girl who watches the shop counter or an old woman who watches the shop counter. It makes no difference if my life is already predetermined."
Vincent looked down and sighed. "That's rough kid," Vincent admitted. "I know what it's like to have a predetermined destiny. I mean, I drew power from it until recently."
"Until recently?", Anya wondered. "Have you strayed from your current path?"
Vincent realized he said too much. She could be another enforcer of order for all he knew, and he was about to reveal he had strayed from the path of order. "Never mind," Vincent shook his head.
The bells rung again, Lena and Webby entered the shop next as they followed a floating newspaper.
"Your friends have arrived," Anya announced as she caught the paper and laid it out on the counter next to herself.
"Violet," Lena called out as she ran to Violet.
"Everyone," Webby smiled as she ran over to Vincent.
The triplets all came out of different corners of the shop as they went to greet Webby and Lena.
"Alright we're back together," Vincent smiled. "Now all that's left is getting out of here."
The area glowed red as another tremor occurred.
"It happened again," Lena groaned.
"We think it's the world ending," Webby figured.
"We've arrived to a similar conclusion," Violet nodded.
"Hopefully the alchemists can figure out what's wrong," Huey hoped.
"Alchemists?", Webby responded before seeing the flamingo man and the crow man enter back into the shop. "Wait, is that the Aleister Crow and.. Nicholas Flamingo?!"
"In the flesh," Aleister bowed. He turned to the rest of the group and cleared his throat. "Anya, have you found out anything about what's causing the tremors?"
"No," Anya shook her head. "I was busy leading those two to the shop."
"Is this your full party?", Nicholas asked Vincent.
"Yeah that's all of us," Vincent nodded.
"Good," Nicholas smiled. "Because it's probably one of you that is causing the problem!"