Neb: I do not own Ducktales. Should I just keep going on the depressing story line or do you want old Vincent back with more adventures with Webby. Review and let me know. That being said, I still don't hate where the story has go so far. I'm glad I finally got Phantom Blot in there, soon we'll do the Karmic Court but we've got a few other episodes to get out of the way first before we get there. I'm going to try and stretch season 3 as long as possible, because I don't want to end Chaos and Order too quickly. I'm pretty sure I said this before, but I started Chaos and Order because Rage of a Red Duck was coming towards it's natural conclusion too fast. Now both may be wrapping up around the same time, because I'm over fifty chapters in on Vincent Tailfeather's storyline. Not sure what I should do for future Ducktales fanfics, if I do write any more. Anyways, I hope you all continue to read and enjoy Chaos and Order.
Vincent wasn't sure about this new world he was living in. For some reason he was staying at McDuck manor. Everyone seemed friendly enough, but it was odd. The pink girl, Webby, clung onto him as soon as he made it past the front gate. Vincent couldn't remember her, but he did get a headache the moment he saw her. When he did, the words of Madame Aurora rang through his mind.
"Her fate was decided the moment she was born gullible," the faded memory of Madame Aurora stated.
Vincent shook his head after that. He also remembered, more recently, that he had given up on the Shadow Syndicate for the pink girl. At least that's what Britt stated.
Then the triplets showed up and reintroduced themselves as Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Later the adults all reintroduced themselves. Of course he recognized Scrooge McDuck, enemy of magic users. Not that it mattered anymore now that he's lost his powers. Scrooge was Huey, Dewey, and Louie's great uncle. Then he met their other Uncle Donald, their mother Della, Webby's grandma Mrs. Beakley, their ghost butler Duckworth, and Scrooge's personal driver Launchpad McQuack.
Vincent was per usual skeptical of the whole situation. But they lead him to the room he was staying at and surely enough he saw a picture of his mother hung on the wall and tones of maps and books scattered across the room. "It has my habits in it," Vincent admitted. "The room's a little big though."
"Oh they all are," Webby pointed out behind him. "You were against the idea of staying in the mansion at first. You even lived in Lena's old space when she was trapped in the Shadow Realm."
"The Shadow Realm?", Vincent responded. "The path of chaos."
"What?", Webby questioned.
"I haven't told you about the path's of chaos and order?"
"Well you said you draw from the Path of Order," Webby remembered. "At least for a while you did until the shadow war."
"Shadow War," Vincent repeated.
Webby looked worried after that. Vincent looked like he was having a panic attack.
"The Shadow Sorceress was behind that one," Vincent figured.
"Yeah, Magica De Spell," Webby nodded.
"I'm Lena, not De Spell," a voice spoke within Vincent's mind. He grabbed his head for a moment and winced.
"Vincent are you ok?"
"I think a few things are coming back to me here and there," Vincent figured. "Rosina's spell must have been interrupted."
"So do you remember me?"
Vincent shook his head. "I don't know what I remember."
"You should get some rest," Webby figured. "We'll work on getting your memories back later. I'm sure there's some magic spell out there that'll help restore them."
"Maybe," Vincent nodded. "Thank you Webby."
She smiled at him before leaving his room.
Vincent immediately started digging through all the paperwork he had laying all over his room. "I was researching magic items and how to destroy them," Vincent realized. "But why? does Rosina possess an item that powerful, or is it Mr. Elite?" He had notes, journals, and novels that he was working on as well, though it looked like one of his notebooks was taken from the collection, because a note was left behind from someone named Violet.
"Sorry to take this on such short notice, you weren't home at the time or answering your phone. I will return your notes on Artifacts of the Gods at earliest convenience." -Violet.
"Ok," Vincent responded. He continued to dig and found research on strange Celtic markings, possibly similar to the runes that he found on his person. "Guess I've got a lot of work to go over."
The next couple weeks Vincent was introduced to even more friends and family of the Duck Family.
Huey introduced him to an actual robot, B.O.Y.D. Apparently the two of them went on an adventure with a scientist named Gyro and Fenton to the city of Tokyolk.
He was also introduced to Violet who returned his notes and Lena who was sorry she couldn't get his bracelet back from the witches. Gizmoduck also had apologized for it, but Vincent assured them it was no big deal. Though Lena didn't take kindly to it, even though she understood that the Vincent she was talking to wasn't the same one she gave the bracelet to.
"It's just a bracelet," Vincent assured. "We can always get or make another one."
"I know that, but come on," Lena grumbled. "You never took that thing off since I gave it to you."
"It meant that much huh," Vincent realized. He looked over at Webby and Violet who rolled up their own sleeves revealing their friendship bracelets.
"You called yourself Webby's brother," Lena remembered. "To be honest you were kind of like my brother also. At least you were someone who could relate to me when it came to my magic blowing up in my face. We didn't get along at first, but I learned that you only wanted to keep the rest of us safe."
"I couldn't even control my power, and I expected myself to keep you all safe," Vincent shook his head. "How was I going to do that? This charitable do gooder you guys keep bringing up sounds nothing like me. My old man taught me that everything was at a price, even family."
"Yeah well, your dad's awful," Webby argued. "Just listen to each of our stories, I'm sure even if it doesn't trigger a memory for you, you'd at least understand why the old you became friends with us all."
Vincent stared at her and then sighed. "Fine. You go first."
Webby nodded and smiled before telling Vincent her story.
