Neb: Webby and the Duck family had left town to go on an adventure leaving Louie in the manor, and Vincent with the Sabrewings. Vincent and Violet had been doing their own research on god powered items in hopes of defeating Vincent's current foes. However, the foes of the Duck family still are in large numbers. Unknown to them, Glomgold is forming a family to take down Scrooge McDuck once and for all. Essentially this is taking place at the same time as Glomtales. Though Vincent might not make it to that party as the path of Order has been keeping him away from the cannon. I do not own Ducktales, this is just a fanfic of an OC, I put in place to be a big brother character to Webby. I hope to play more into that when we get to season 3 and I hope you all enjoy the fanfic.
Vincent and Violet were over at a target practice shooting range. Well it was more of an archery range that Scrooge owned, but hardly ever used. Being that they were both kids, neither of them would be allowed in an actual gun range.
Lena was there also, but she was hanging out by a tree playing on her phone.
"Are you sure you don't wish to join Lena?", Violet wondered.
"Meh," was all Lena could say as she ignored them.
She was so different during the Timephoon. At least Vincent thought so. He wondered how Lena could change character so easily, from being so cool and calm to being panicked and distressed. To be fair, it was during a typhoon that was supernatural, but still.
"Well suit yourself," Violet sighed. "Alright Vincent, you know why we are here."
"So how should I go about drawing from different sources," Vincent wondered.
"As you stated, you draw your powers from emotions," Violet stated. "First try drawing from the path of order, and then add some feeling to it."
Vincent shrugged and then got ready. He pulled out his sack of runes.
He had run out of crystals after his last couple battles with Rosina, but Violet's runes from Webby's boggle set seemed to work just as well. Actually, with the information that traveling between world could charge his runes, they've been having Scrooge's butler assist in making more magic runes by having him travel regular runes through the land of the dead. Instead of using cheap store bought knock offs, Violet and Webby had worked together to draw up historically accurate runes as well.
"You may begin Vincent," Violet called out.
Vincent drew from the path of order when he took a deep breath. The magic rune in his hand begun to glow red like his crystals normally would. Then he chucked it at the target. A loud bang could be heard as the target disintegrated.
Violet started jotting notes down on what just happened and then nodded. "Now, try drawing from a different source. Use your feelings."
Now came the difficult part. Vincent wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be feeling.
"Try using rage to focus," Lena called out.
Vincent turned to her confused.
"When I use to work for Magica, that's what I drew from," Lena explained. "My rage towards her, and my need for freedom."
Vincent could relate to that feeling. When Rosina had control of his mind and body, those were his exact feelings. Maybe that's what allowed him to break free from her. Vincent breathed in again as he tried his best to remember his anger towards Rosina. Nothing was happening towards the stone. He then tried to remember the fear he felt when Webby was in danger, the first time they met, back when he worked for Mr. Elite. Still nothing. Emotion was a way to focus power, it wasn't a real source. So what was Vincent drawing from?
"It's not working?", Violet questioned.
"Just give me a minute," Vincent responded. He realized his controlled breathing must have been working against using those emotions. He was too focused, when drawing from emotion you might as well be drawing from chaos. He tried again remembering having to fight the bears when Mr. Elite called him a traitor, when he had to fight Scrooge when Rosina had control of himself. Still nothing, didn't he care? "It's not working," Vincent sighed.
"Have you tried incantations?", Violet wondered.
"Oh no," Lena shook her head. "Those go wrong all the time."
"Yeah I blew up Lena's hairbrush the last time I tried one of those," Vincent remembered.
"But you were able to trigger your destruction element," Violet pointed out.
"I was still on the path of order then," Vincent argued.
"Still it provided results," Violet added.
Vincent tried arguing, but realized she had a lot of good points. "Back up." Lena and Violet backed away as Vincent held onto his rune. "What should I say?"
"The experiment is still feelings," Violet explained. "Whatever you say has to come from your heart."
"From my heart?", Vincent wondered. He remembered a poem he wrote a long time ago and sighed. "All will be well as I cast this spell. Nothing can go wrong so please stay strong. You'll always chart the feelings from my heart. You're there for me when I shutter, when I stutter, where there's clutter and when I blunder. Please stay with me mother." Vincent felt his aura reach around the crystal again. But, instead of the blue aura or his initial red aura he saw a green aura radiate from the rune. "This is new." Vincent responded.
"Alright Vincent," Violet spoke up. "Time to chuck it at the target."
"I... I don't want to," Vincent responded.
"Um Vincent," Lena spoke up as she saw cracks form on the rune, much like what happened to her hair brush when Vincent and Webby were trying to resurrect her.
"Vincent let it go," Violet spoke up again.
"No," Vincent grunted. "Not again."
Lena ran up to him and grabbed the crystal. A purple flash came from her amulet as she grabbed the crystal and chucked it at the target. A much larger and louder, green and purple explosion came from the target leaving a hole in the ground where it use to be. Not only that, but the force of the explosion knocked all three of them off their feet. "What was that?", Lena yelled.
"I.. I don't know," Vincent responded. "I was hoping that power would be something different, when I draw from the blue aura, I can create shields."
"Vincent," Violet spoke up. "You said it yourself time and again, that destruction is your element. Why were you chancing it?"
"You were the one who said you use feeling," Vincent growled.
"My criticisms are only because I care," Violet pointed out. "There's no reason to fight with me."
"I know that," Vincent shook his head.
"Then why are you mad?", Lena wondered.
"Why did you hold on to the crystal?", Violet pushed again. "The exercise was target practice, we were learning about the source, not the element."
"You wouldn't understand," Vincent shook his head.
"It was that poem," Lena figured.
"Yes it seemed to point towards his early childhood trauma," Violet agreed.
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," Vincent grunted. Panic was all over his face, and he didn't even know why.
"Then why aren't you answering our questions?", Violet wondered.
"I didn't want to lose her again," Vincent yelled. His eyes widened when he said that, and saw the two girls were startled from his outburst. "I.. I'm sorry, but yes I had been traumatized. But who hasn't? Webby goes on dangerous adventures all the time like me, the boys are always getting into trouble, and Lena.. you were turned into a shadow."
"Hey, we aren't talking about my baggage," Lena shook her head.
Violet stared at Vincent and sighed. "If we are bothering you, then we can give you more space again."
Vincent grunted when he heard that. Last time they did that, Lena ran through a storm to find him. "N-no, I don't need space. I... the emotion I was drawing from was a memory. It was a time when I believed magic would save my mother."
The two girls stayed silent and stared at him for a moment.
"I wasn't a mage at the time, I didn't even know magic was real. But I was a little kid, and the idea seemed better then the reality of the situation. My mom laughed when I read that poem, and she held me close. She told me my spell worked and... and she lied." Vincent teared up after saying that. "It didn't change anything."
"Vincent I'm so sorry," Violet shook her head. "That must have been tough to go through."
"I'm tired of feeling this way," Vincent sniffed. "I found a new home with my dad. He was awful, but I was able to put the past behind me. Then I found the magic shop, things were supposed to be better when I learned magic. I went on adventures and I met you guys, so why do I still feel this way."
"Vincent," Violet spoke up. "That pain isn't ever going to go away. I don't even really think I'm qualified to tell you how to deal with it. I know if I ever lost either of my dads, that feeling would be with me for the rest of my life as well."
"It sucks," Vincent grunted. "I was almost over it, as the thrill of adventure was taking me around the world. But then..."
"Rosina," Lena and Violet responded.
"She told you two, didn't she," Vincent realized.
"She laughed about it," Lena growled. "She tormented you with your memories, and thought it was funny."
"I hate her," Vincent grunted. A red glow begun to radiate from his bag.
"Vincent," Lena and Violet both simultaneously called out.
"Remember when you were defending Lena from Rosina," Violet spoke up. "Draw from that strength."
"Or when you shut off the explosion spell you put on the painting," Lena added. "Either that, or toss the bag."
Vincent went back to controlled breathing as he placed his hand on his bag. He used his new found experiences to take back in his manna that was radiating from his bag. "Well if there's one thing going on crazy adventures with you guys had taught me, it's at least how to shut off my spell."
"I'm still intrigued on how you did that," Violet wondered. "Is it your controlled breathing?"
"It must be," Vincent figured. "But that only allows me to control my flow of manna, not actually cast any spells."
"Surely controlling your flow of manna plays a crucial part in casting these spells," Violet figured.
"I've been down this road before," Vincent remembered.
"Yeah he was trying controlled breathing when I met him," Lena nodded. "He was trying out a healing spell anyways, and it ended in an explosion as well."
"So we are back at square one," Vincent figured. "I mean, the different colors are great, but that's not going to help against Mr. Elite or Rosina."
"Maybe they'll get bored and leave you alone?", Lena joked.
"Mr. Elite might," Vincent shrugged. "I doubt Rosina will. She's been met with too much resistance, and that's the kind of thing that drives her crazy. She's fueled by her need to be controlling."
"So then we focus on defeating her," Violet figured.
"I can't let my guard down when it comes to Mr. Elite," Vincent shook his head. "He's too strong, and he's the one who put out the challenge to begin with."
"But Rosina has been the one actively causing you grief," Violet pointed out. "At least lets come up with a plan to get that pendant off of her."
"Yeah maybe she needs items to focus her powers also," Lena figured.
"She's a witch, not a mage," Vincent responded. "She draws her power from her sisters... But I suppose that's all we have for now."