Neb: I'm sure I said this before, I'll say it again. I may have this story done before I finish Rage of a Red Duck. I've just been knocking out episode after episode. Plus writing Vincent has been a treat. I started him off as a prideful teenager who wanted to prove he could make it on his own, and yet was forced many times to fall back on a support system. Now he's not even really upset about the support system. Instead he struggles with having the feelings of no longer being needed. He used to be looked upon as some great adventuring mage who the other duck kids could look up to. But now he can't help but see pity when they look at him, because of all the damages he's received. I guess Vincent is my take on what someone who doesn't have Donald or Launchpad's level of durability and toon force goes through when taking on so many tough challenges. They get scratched and hurt, but their damages don't stick. Where as Vincent has magic and can do things normal people can't do, but when he get's cut he's cut, when he gets bruised he's bruised. I mean, I don't have to tell you guys this, you already know from reading this story. So thank you all for following me for so long, and I hope you've all enjoyed everything so far from start towards the inevitable finish. We've still got a few episodes to go before we reach the end. I might make some of the episodes two parters or three parters just to extend a little, or I may do a few after the series ended episodes. But either way, I don't own Ducktales, this is just a fanfiction.

Of course Britt was the first to be knocked out when the enraged Webby charged the enemy. While Quinn has been just as active at targeting Vincent and had done more damage to him than Britt ever did, Britt was the only one in their group that Webby had seen actively trying to kill Vincent.

"W-why does she have magic?", Quinn yelled.

"Quinn look out," the hooded sniper yelled as Quinn blocked a punch from Webby with his sword.

"You look just like her," Webby assessed. "You must be Quinn!"

"You know me?", Quinn responded shocked.

"You were the one who landed Vincent in the hospital, and now... now you've done this to him! I won't forgive you!"

"You don't understand kid," Quinn tried to explain. "Vincent was never supposed to be here, I was never supposed to be here!"

"And who are you to decide that? What gives you the right to tell us where we're supposed to be?!"

"Everything is dictated to follow a single path, a predetermined destiny! Vincent went off script, and because of that he brought your entire cast down with him. What did he change that caused your powers, I might be able to undo it."

Webby glared angrily before swinging a kick next that sent him flying back.

"Enough of this," the sniper yelled as he aimed his Spelllock Rifle at Webby. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed his gun and struggled against him. The sniper grunted as Dewey had a hold of his gun. "Let go brat!"

"I'm not letting you shoot Webby!"

"Her fate was sealed the moment she strayed from her current path," the Sniper tried to explain. "Everything should be turning back to normal, I'm confused. Is Vincent even gone, the wish should have ended with him!"

"He's a stubborn one," Quinn admitted. "Perhaps he survived the fall." Quinn moved towards the edge to check on Vincent and saw he was still laying in the spot they left him. Quinn then dodged another kick from Webby and then kicked her back instead. "Even with magic, you are no match for me. I am a trained mage, enforcer, and assassin. I am beyond you in both skill, power, and experience!"

"Shut up," Webby yelled as the red aura flared around her.

"I don't know what's happening but you look awesome Webby," Dewey commented.

"No this is not awesome," the sniper yelled. "She is an abomination! A blight on this timeline just like Vincent is."

"Then it sounds like we really are siblings," Webby shot back at them.

Quinn blocked Webby again and then smacked her back with the back end of his sword. He couldn't risk cutting her down, she was too integral to the timeline. "Aleister didn't predict this," Quinn sighed. "Let's grab Britt and go."

"What about the brat? What about the mission?", the Sniper wondered.

"Look at him," Quinn shook his head. "Do you think they'll take him on anymore adventures after this?"

"That's a big gamble," the Sniper pointed out as he got a hold of Dewey and tossed the boy aside. "The wish hasn't ended, and we haven't heard back from Cassandra since she failed her mission."

"The boss has one last play," Quinn reminded the sniper. "We just need your testimony."

The sniper glared back at Quinn and then nodded. "Fine, if Tailfeather doesn't die here, then we'll just see him at the finally anyways."

A portal appeared next to Quinn and the Sniper, they grabbed Britt and fled through it.

Webby fell to her hands and knees as exhaustion took over. She remembered Vincent would say over and over, you don't draw manna from feelings, you channel manna with them. So what was she drawing from?

"Let's go check on Vincent," Dewey called out as he was already halfway down the building towards the alleyway that Vincent fell into.

Webby nodded before following him. They managed to get the hilt of the Sword of Swanstantine by defeating Gandra. She didn't need her powers for that fight and given that she was blind through most of it, they would have caused more harm than good. She also knew it was a good idea to tell Dewey about her powers the moment he got back from St. Canard. She wasn't going to be able to keep this ability a secret for long, so he had to tell someone. Dewey wasn't sure why she didn't want to tell anyone else, but he kept it a secret anyways. It felt hypocritical, having this secret about herself even though she was mad at her granny for keeping stuff from her. But she was worried that if she told any of the adults, they would tell each other and then her granny would be keeping her locked away in the manor away from everyone else all over again. That's why she told Vincent to drop it the moment he found out about her abilities. The only problem was, that Vincent and Dewey were even worse at keeping secrets than even she was. Dewey would always get a little too performancy whenever anyone questioned him, and Vincent's tell was being unable to make eye contact with the person he's lying to. It was an odd trait for someone with Vincent's background, but it was also one of the reason's Webby knew she could trust him.

"He's still breathing," Dewey commented as he finally reached Vincent. Webby shortly made it right behind him and then ran over and placed her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beat, thank goodness.

"Sorry Dewey, I just really needed to make sure," Webby explained herself.

"No it's fine," Dewey nodded. "We should get Vincent back to the plane. That's more important than meeting up with the others right now."

"I agree," Webby nodded. "W-wait no, we should get Scrooge. He'd be able to carry Vincent carefully."

"Ok," Dewey nodded. "Stay with Vincent, I'll get scrooge." With that Dewey ran off.

"Hang in there Vincent," Webby cried. "I don't want to lose you."

Vincent woke up first on the Sunchaser as they flew back to Duckburg. He didn't say anything, but he could see the worried looks of all the other duck kids and Violet as they surrounded him. He noticed that they had the sword of Swanstantine put back together, but he didn't say anything. Instead he just nodded off and went back to sleep. The next time he woke up there was a doctor hovering over him. He wasn't at a hospital, he was back at his room at the manor.

"He's going to be fine, he just needs rest," the doctor stated. "The bandages and medicine will do their job. He'll have to go through physical therapy again and be diagnosed for any trauma. Hey kid, do you know who you are?"

"Vincent Tailfeather," Vincent responded. "Age sixteen, adventuring mage."

"Maybe the head wound is worse than I thought."

"No he actually is a mage," Scrooge corrected the doctor as he entered Vincent room. "Vincent, the kids and I know you'll get through this. I'm sorry for leaving you to your own devices as I did."

"No."

"That won't happen again."

"No."

"Don't worry, the kids and I are going after the Helmet of Henghis Kahn next. The kids are more determined than ever to show you how strong they can be. I can't bring you along, but maybe you can study it when you get better. I know you enjoy studying lost artifacts."

"This isn't happening, I'm being sidelined again! Why won't I say anything to him?"

"You're causing him stress," the doctor pointed out. "Let me do my job, you can talk to him when he's fully awake."

"He was talking a minute ago," Scrooge responded.

"He's been fading in an out of consciousness, I don't think it's the head injury. I think it's fatigue."

"He used a lot of manna fighting those three hooligans," Scrooge remembered. "This is why I said magic is for... no I'm not going to start that again. Rest easy Vincent, you aren't off the team, it's just... we need you here for now. Mrs. Beakley will be swinging by to check on you. Donald and Della aren't too far away either. Also Lena and Violet said they'd come by and check up on you also."

Later that evening Vincent was awoken by the sounds of the raging storm outside, but he stayed silent. Mrs. Beakley brought him a meal he barely touched. He didn't say much to her, to Della or Donald. He didn't respond to any of the texts or messages left to him by Lena and Violet or the rest of the Duck kids. He felt useless, like how he felt back at the hospital but worse. At least back at the Hosptial he could blame his powers not working properly, but now what could he blame. He was at his peak, and if this was him at his strongest, how was he going to protect anyone.

"I am not a superhero," Vincent reminded himself as he ran his palms along his beak. "Hanging out with Fenton may have made me forget that. I use to be careful, but... but I was weak back then. So what am I now?" Vincent finally got out of bed. None of his bones were broken, so that was a miracle given he fell off of a building. But his chest was in pain from taking hits from Britt, Quinn, and the sniper. "I'm not weak... I'm not."

"No you aren't," Della agreed with him.

Vincent looked up surprised, but then remembered Scrooge telling him that Della and Donald weren't too far away. He just thought that meant they were in the manor, not literally nearby.

"Come on downstairs, I'll make you some hot coco. We can watch some T.V."

"I should provide what I can for the team," Vincent shook his head. "If Scrooge wants me to study that helmet, then I can get started in his library."

"Yeah, Mrs. Beakley said you'd say that. She locked down Scrooge's library and office so you'd rest instead."

Vincent's eyes widened and then he groaned. "All I've been doing is resting. Studying is what I'm good at... since fighting doesn't seem to work anymore."

"Hey easy there kid," Della spoke softly. "I know what it's like to be knocked down on an adventure. What's important is getting back up and trying again."

"What if they don't want me to try again?", Vincent wondered. "Those looks on their faces, they are worried."

"And they should be," Della nodded. "But that doesn't mean you should stop adventuring. Donald was always worried about me whenever we'd go on an adventure with Scrooge and I'd charge into danger without thinking of the consequences. I'd get knocked down, and he'd get angry and beat up whatever knocked me down. It was kind of a routine thing at first until I got better at fighting and taking care of myself."

"But I got stronger," Vincent shook his head. "I learned how to fight, to cast magic, to take on multiple enemies at once. So why do I keep getting knocked down." He remembered the first adventure he went on, the one where Rosina controlled him and and made him fight his mentor. He remembered his second one, where Ronny and Donny were basically carrying him through the whole thing, because they only needed him to translate ancient writing. They didn't need him for fighting or blowing stuff up, because they didn't need a destruction mage. He remembered the Temple of Helios where he got buried under a pile of gold by Mr. Elite, a substance that Scrooge and his boys could basically swim through with no fatigue. Then when he was captured by the Shadow Syndicate, when Britt and Quinn attacked him at the coffee shop, when Rosina controlled him in front of Scrooge and when she controlled him in front of Lena and Violet. He remembered when the Moon Invaders captured him along with all of Scrooge's other allies. He remembered when Rosina broke his memories even though he had Gizmoduck's help, when Phantom Blot stole his powers even though he had the Shadow Syndicate's help, when Phantom Blot took him out like he was nothing once he was defending Lena, when the monsters under Rosina's control took him down in spite him trying to protect the other duck kids, when Ponce De Leon and the Shadow Syndicate took him down when he was trying to defend the duck kids then also. There was a ton of times Vincent wasn't able to overcome the challenges that was presented to him. At least when the Alchemists were kicking his butt, he at least knew how to get the kids out of the painting. At least when Magica attacked, he was able to defeat his own Shadow before passing out.

"You look like you're stressing out quite a bit," Della figured. She led Vincent downstairs and made him coco. "There, that should fix you right up." When she handed him the mug it burned his hand a little.

"Ow," Vincent responded dryly.

"Sorry," Della apologized.

"It's not your fault," Vincent shook his head. "Della I appreciate you trying to help, but it doesn't change that everything I've done to try and help this family gets outweighed every time by what this family does for me. No wait, that was my old way of thinking, I'm trying to break that habit and I thought I did."

"You mean when you stopped staying at Lena's old place to try and avoid this family? Yeah Huey filled me in on the details before your hospital visit."

"Yeah, that was my old struggle," Vincent nodded. "I could go back to that, but then Webby would worry about me. When I met her she thought I was so cool, now look at me."

"She still does," Della assured. "They all do and you are, it's just.. you aren't indestructible Vincent."

"Then what good am I?"

Knocking could be heard at the door, it could have been the storm, but Della rushed to check it out. Vincent slowly followed behind her. The door opened and Vincent on instinct reached out his hands as his eyes glowed blue and the celtic markings appeared on his hands. The door opened and a tall muscular frame fell through.

"The King of the Gods is no more," a deep womanly voice spoke up. Then two other people poked their heads through the door, one a man in a toga, the other a woman in a dress, both dressed like Ancient Greek gods."High Della," the woman greeted no longer using a deep voice.