Neb: I do not own Ducktales. It's been enemy after enemy for Vincent Tailfeather. Back to back he's had to face the Shadow Syndicate, the Beagle Boys, and now the cult of the Egyptian Goddess Isis. Rosina remained relentless as she tried to remove his memories of his friends so that the magic of friendship would no longer keep him safe. Gizmoduck and Officer Cabrera tried the best to defend Vincent, but in the end Rosina did manage to erase who knows how many of his memories. Now Vincent is running around Duckburg confused and to his knowledge alone. Meanwhile Webby had been met with an intruder in the Mansion, trying to steal Vincent's pictures. I hope you all are enjoying the fanfic so far.

Vincent Flashback Age Nine

Vincent was hanging out at the library, doing his best to stay away from Ted, the old man who looked after him. Technically the old man was his biological father, whom he had to live with ever since his mother died a year ago. It wasn't that the old man was mean, at first everything was great. The old man welcomed Vincent into his home, and didn't get mad when he back talked. In fact the old man encouraged Vincent to be rude. All of that changed when some Lone Sharks had come and started harassing them. The old man was apparently a gambling addict and borrowed large sums of money. Before Vincent knew it, the kindness of the old man came with a price. Nobody ever did anything for nothing, everything always costs something. That was a lesson Vincent would soon take to heart. Even the clothes Vincent currently wore on his back came from previous jobs. The old man was stingy when it came to buying clothes, he stated that it was provided from which ever temp job they would pick up. If the people they were working for asks for the clothes back, Vincent was told to lie.

Back to the library, Vincent had piles of books dedicated to fantasy and adventure. This was his escape from the reality, the one where Vincent would be taking up jobs, he was sure wasn't even legal for someone his age. But no one spoke against it, because it was normal. Kids helped their parents at work all the time.

"There you are, little bugger," the old man called out. "You got away from me during that dump truck job."

"I... I needed a break," Vincent lied.

"Then you should have said something," the old man, Teddy, scolded. "No matter, I didn't really want you heading into the junkyard anyways. The last thing I needed was introducing you to the beagles. I have experience paying them off, but you might have cost me extra."

"So it worked out," Vincent realized as he went back to ready.

"What's this?", the old man wondered as he grabbed the book from Vincent. "Gee, you and these books. If there was a dragon with a horde of gold out there, everyone would have been fighting it to claim it's riches."

"I know that," Vincent argued.

"Don't yell at me," the old man growled.

This was the first time the old man got mad at Vincent's backtalk. Because of this, Vincent became scared.

"Fine, pick three and I'll check them out for you," the old man decided, trying to move the conversation away.

"You will," Vincent responded excited. He immediately forgot how angry the old man had looked.

"Don't think it's free though," the old man scoffed. "Our next job will be serving milkshakes. We'll be doing that for the next couple months until I pay off my old friend Ma. Give all your paychecks to me and save behind their polo shirts. Those can be used for everyday wear."

"I know the drill," Vincent sighed.

"Hey, I'm getting you the books, aren't I?", the old man laughed as he took the three books to the counter. "Think of this next job as an adventure, like in your story."

Vincent looked at the cover of the first book the old man placed on the counter. It was the image of a prince, cursed with darkness fighting a dragon for a giant ruby heart. "An adventure huh? The adventures my mother always read to me about were about finding treasure and learning magic. There wasn't a 9 to 5, a paycheck I'd never see, and an old man gambling away all of our rent money. These books may have been fairy tales, but they are stories I'd rather live in. Just you wait old man, one day I'll be like them, and I will escape this reality you've trapped me in."

End of Vincent Flashback: Present Time, Webby

"Get back here infiltrator," Webby yelled as the other duckgirl ran from her.

"Go away," the duck girl yelled as she made her way towards the staircase.

Webby tackled into the girl next to the stares causing the both of them to role down them. Luckily they were both skilled enough to stop themselves from rolling. The girl kicked Webby off, half way down the stares and then pushed herself back to her feet. She then ran down the rest of the way, followed by Webby. She tried to make her way to the door, but Webby flipped over her and cut her off.

"Are you kidding me?", the girl groaned. She created a magic portal right next to herself and drew a curved short sword from it.

"You have magic?", Webby realized. "Wait a minute, that ability is like..."

"Like Quinn's," the girl smiled. "Like him I am in Enforcer of Order, sent to stabilize the chaos created by Vincent Tailfeather. Now if you'd just let me explain." The girl pocketed Vincent's photo in her light blue jacket pocket.

"There's nothing to explain," Webby yelled. "Your trying to take Vincent away!"

"He's not yours," the girl yelled. "He never was. This all should not have happened, you weren't supposed to crash at the Temple of Helios."

"How do you know about that?", Webby wondered. "Who are you?"

"I told you, I'm an Enforcer of Order," the girl repeated. "I can't explain further then that, you just have to trust me. You guys will be better off without Vincent."

Webby teared up after hearing that. "Liar!" Webby moved in to kick at the girl, but the girl kept her distance and kept the short sword pointed at Webby as she maintained her distance. "You're skilled," Webby admitted. "But I've fought stronger." It was true, Gabby and Britt were both older, more experienced, taller, and stronger than Webby, but she's defeated both of them in hand to hand combat before.

"I'm sure you have," the girl rolled her eyes. "But I'm not worth the trouble. Just let me go."

"Give me back the picture and I will," Webby ordered.

"Stubborn little. You know what? Fine, let's play it rough." The girl created another portal and pulled out a second short sword. She then charged at Webby with both swords.

Webby avoided the blades with ease. She then kicked the girl under the chin right when she missed her third swing. The girl fell down and Webby caught one of the swords. The two girls then started sword fighting each other with the two silver short swords. "Why do you want me to forget Vincent?"

"I told you, he's not yours," the girl grunted.

"He's not yours either... Rosina!"

"Wait what?"

Webby started fighting twice as hard as she figured the girl was the witch that had been causing Vincent, Violet, and Lena problems.

"Don't compare me to her?", the girl yelled. "I am not a control freak like Rosina!"

"Right, you just want him dead like Quinn," Webby pointed out. She disarmed the girl once more and then backed her into the corner of the living room.

"Quinn went rogue on that mission," the girl yelled. "He thought he was destined to destroy Vincent. I don't want Vinny dead."

"Vinny? Who are you?"

"I... I'm his sister," the girl sighed.