Neb: I do not own Ducktales. This chapter takes place during the ending of season two. Vincent had learned a while back that Della returned from the moon to be with her boys again. But he never learned what came back with her. I hope you all enjoy the fanfic.
It was all over the news, golden spaceships landing all over Duckburg. Vincent had seen a lot of things ever sense he became an adventurer, most things ranging from unbelievable to downright impossible. Yet, he was more dumbfounded about an alien invasion even more so when he learned magic was real. "Get a hold of yourself Vincent," he groaned at himself as he watched a monitor, broadcast the news from the library's coffee shop. "Maybe they come it peace?"
Back to the tv screen, the town hero Gizmoduck approached the craft cautiously as the door to the ship begun to open. A single alien, assumed to be female stepped out of the craft and headed towards the cyborg. Gizmoduck welcomed her and her people to the planet and gave her a pie.
Vincent squinted at the screen as he saw the alien woman reach for something behind herself. "Oh no."
A woman who works with the police then tackled Gizmoduck, preventing him from getting blasted.
"Never mind," Vincent groaned. "They don't come in peace."
Laser beams flew around everywhere as the aliens begun to attack civilians. The broadcast ended the moment one of those beams hit the camera.
"Should I do something about this?", Vincent wondered. Magic was where his knowledge lied, no space invasions. Heck, he barely watched or read science fiction stories even before he learned he was a mage. It just wasn't the type of genre that interested him. "I should call Webby," Vincent figured. If anyone made time for studying up on extraterrestrials, it was probably her. She didn't like to choose one subject over another, she loved learning everything she could get her hands on, making Webby a wealth of knowledge. One of the very reasons Mr. Elite wanted to kidnap her a while back. Vincent looked at his phone and saw their was no signal, which wasn't even an issue for his phone during a Timephoon. So the aliens must have been blocking communications. To be fair, his phone has been having bad signal all week, but only now it was completely gone.
Another broadcast begun as a larger alien appeared on the tv screen and on Vincent's phone.
"Greetings Puny Earthers, I am General Lunaris of the vastly superior planet moon," the alien introduced himself.
"He lives on the moon?", Vincent responded. "The moon's not a planet... Wait, the boy's mom, Della, was trapped on the moon. Did they follow her back here?"
"For too long my people have lived in fear of your Earth," Lunaris continued to monologue. "Hanging in the sky. The time has come for the Earth, to fear us. I now wish to speak to Scrooge McDuck."
"Of course he does," Vincent sighed.
"Smarter then the smarties eh," he mused. "Perhaps on Earth. You've probably just realized I taken out your defenses and you've retreated to the strength of your impenetrable money bin. But as we all know your family is the greatest strength of all. Which is why I'm coming for them next." The broadcast ended.
"Webby," Vincent gasped. "The boys!" He rushed out of the library to see police was blocking areas around Duckberg controlling traffic and encouraging people to stay in doors. Meanwhile Vincent got a good look at the golden ships that floated above the city. One of them even landed on top of Scrooge's manor. Next he knew a lightbulb robot ran past him transiting a message from Scrooge McDuck calling all forces to the bin. "Uh?" Then Violet and Quackfaster headed out of the Library carrying the little bulb robot. "What's going on?"
"No time to explain," Quackfaster waved his concern away. "We must head to the bin at once."
"What about the manor," Vincent realized. "The other kids could be trapped in there."
"I'm sure they're fine," Violet shook her head. "They're probably on the way towards the bin themselves."
"Fine," Vincent agreed. "We'll head towards the bin." The group started heading towards McDuck Enterprises. The area was crawling with moon soldiers.
"Oh fun," one of the moon soldiers spoke up as they spotted an orange kitten. "Who do you belong to little guy?"
Vincent, Violet, and Quackfaster hid behind a wall as they waited for the squad of moon soldiers to pass, but they were enamored with the kitten.
Violet, ever resourceful, found a broken piece of red glass and shined it in the sun just right that it created a red dot of light as the sun shined through it. She then maneuvered the dot to get the kitten's attention, causing the feline to change focus. It started chasing the red dot as cats do, and headed away from the moon soldiers.
"Wait little guy," one of the moon soldiers cried. "I didn't get your name!" The platoon chased after the cat clearing the path for the three birds.
"These are our enemy?", Quackfaster responded.
"They did take over the town in a matter of minutes," Violet pointed out.
"I hate science fiction," Vincent groaned.
"Well it's all science now," Quackfaster pointed out.
"Don't remind me," Vincent shook his head. The three of them moved further in towards the money bin, but then a familiar voice called out to Vincent.
"Vincent Tailfeather," a rabbit man spoke up.
Vincent turned his head in shock to see Quinn, the enforcer of order, and the brother of Britt standing before them. "Quinn."
"This is the man who destroyed the coffee shop," Violet realized.
"The reason I have hipsters drinking coffee in my library," Quackfaster growled.
Vincent and Violet paused for a moment and then stared awkwardly at Quackfaster who didn't even flinch at her own comment.
"Well you're going to have to kill me later," Vincent negotiated. "In case if you haven't noticed our whole planet is in danger.
"Why do you think I'm here?", Quinn nodded. "This chaos is the perfect time to take care of my target. I've waited patiently for an event like this to occur, so I may seize my opportunity." He turned to Violet and Quackfaster. "You two go, I only care about Tailfeather."
"I'm not leaving him," Violet pointed out.
"I wouldn't hear the end of it if I did," Quackfaster added.
"It's ok," Vincent shook his head. "The bulb was sent to Quackfaster right, she's needed for this invasion."
"Right you are," Quinn nodded. "Those two have paths set in stone, just like you once did. I suggest they follow them, or else my brothers and sisters might be forced to come after them."
"If your concerned with keeping order, why let this invasion go on?", Violet pointed out. "Unless this invasion was supposed to happen?"
"I can't speak of this any further," Quinn shook his head as a portal appeared right next to him and he drew his Katana from it. "One more time, leave."
"Guys," Vincent nodded. "There's no sense in you two becoming targets of his organization. We don't know how many of them there are."
"You would never be able to defeat all of us," Quinn assured. "The enforcers of order are infinite. When one of us is defeated, another is charged with taking their place. As order must always be maintained in the world of magic."
"Fascinating," Violet admitted. "Again though, I have no intentions of leaving Vincent behind."
Just then and there, another golden ship flew by and started shooting at the bridge connected to the money bin.
"Things are already changing," Quinn groaned. "Leave now, or you'll never be able to make it to your destination."
"Just let Vincent come with us," Quackfaster pointed out. "What's the harm?"
"If that bridge goes down Scrooge will be boxed in," Vincent realized.
"Now you see how imperative it is that chosen paths must be maintained," Quinn sighed. "Final warning." He got into his fighting stance ready to aim not at Vincent but Violet. "I have no qualms eliminating problem causers."
Quackfaster pulled out a sword of her own as she got between Violet and Quinn.
Vincent pulled out a couple of runes as well.
"Will you be ok?", Violet wondered.
"I'll be fine," Vincent nodded to her.
"Then fine, we can go," Violet agreed. "Only because I have a theory behind Quinn's true purpose. I think it goes beyond his duties as a mage."
"Are you sure?", Quackfaster asked Violet.
"If Vincent believes he can win this fight, then there's no reason to doubt him," Violet nodded. "I'll message you the details of the meeting."
"Thanks Violet," Vincent nodded.
The two of them ran towards the bridge as Vincent readied his runes to fight Quinn.
"You have no idea the damage you caused," Quinn growled. "How is it possible that you keep clinging to your chosen path? You shouldn't even be able to cast magic any more!"
"I'm still trying to figure that out myself," Vincent admitted. "Emotions can only focus power, it's not a source. Yet I always feel more powerful when I use them."
Quinn got into his fighting stance once more as the two of them glared at each other. Explosions could be heard all around them as the moon people continued to invade the city.
"You see this," Quinn growled. "The damages to this city would have been reduced by twenty percent if you'd just kept your beak out other people's businesses."
"How is this not my fight?", Vincent wondered. "I live in the manor, even if I didn't I live in Duckberg! I would have gotten involved anyways."
"In a much minor scale yes," Quinn admitted. "But not like this. Artifact has been known to travel the world so you could have been fighting anywhere, but now you only fight in Duckberg. Causing more problems then necessary. Mr. Elite and Rosina would have never came to this town if it wasn't for you!"
"What are you talking about?", Vincent groaned. "No more being cryptic, what am I? Where is the logic in attacking me?"
Quinn charged at Vincent who facepalmed in response and then swung his sword. Vincent managed to dodge and kick him away. "You've been training harder," Quinn realized. "So have I!"
"My chosen path has always been destruction," Vincent growled. "Now there's finally people I can be with that shows me another path! You, Rosina, Magica, and Madame Aurora keep trying to keep me away from them, why!"
"Shut up," Quinn yelled as he managed to connect his hilt to Vincent's jaw causing the duck to stumble back. Quinn then moved to slash at him again, but was blocked by Vincent's letter opener. "Don't insult me." Just like before he managed to cut across Vincent's chest causing the boy to stumble back. He then moved to finish his job, but Vincent chucked a few runes his way causing him to fly back.
Vincent grabbed onto his chest as he groaned from the pain. He got up and readied a few more runes. He couldn't beat Quinn in close combat, so he had to fight with his runes and maintain his distance.
"Tailfeather," Quinn screamed. "I'm starting to hate you as much as my sister does!" Quinn raised his blade again and then started hopping around Vincent.
Vincent was chucking his runes in each direction trying to hit Quinn, but had no luck landing any more significant blows. He didn't want to run out of any runes fighting Quinn, not when there was an alien invasion to deal with.
"You're starting to hesitate," Quinn realized. "Good, accept your fate!" Quinn moved to offense again.
Vincent created a magic shield in front of himself blocking Quinn's blade, but his shield was shattered in an instant.
"My blade defies barriers," Quinn grinned as his Katana almost cleaved Vincent's head off.
Vincent had luckily ducked in time. Well not luck, he had been practicing against foes with swords against Webby every since his last encounter with Quinn, but Quinn's style was definitely different from Webby's.
Vincent remembered his training with Violet, and how he could use his emotions to change his aura's colors. It didn't change his path, but it changed his focus. It wasn't like he could come up with an incantation on the spot, but maybe he didn't need to. Instead of focusing his power on his runes like he normally did, he placed both his palms on the ground below Quinn's feet.
"Giving up?", Quinn responded as it looked to him like Vincent was kneeling and lowering his head. "It's about time." He raised his blade above Vincent's neck. "I hope you are reborn with a more fortunate path Tailfeather. But you did fight valiantly."
Vincent closed his eyes as he tried to remember his feelings grief for his mother. Nothing was happening, the aura he found before wasn't emerging. He then tried thinking about his fear of Rosina or his hatred towards Mr. Elite. It wasn't working still, there was no magic seeping from his hands onto the ground or even in the crystals in his pocket. "I think I'm over it," Vincent realized.
"I'm glad," Quinn nodded before swinging his blade. He was blocked by another magic shield and then grunted angrily. "I thought you were giving up, you said you were over this!" He slashed again breaking the barrier, but then jumped back as he noticed part of the road was glowing blue. "You sly dog, trying to make some sort of magic land mine!"
Was that what was happening? Vincent wasn't sure, the road wasn't exploding, but Vincent felt the aura leave his body. Vincent got up from his knees and looked at his hands that had strange symbols on them that glowed blue. His black friendship bracelet that Lena gave him was also glowing blue. "I didn't say I was over living, I said I was over my grudges. I can't focus my power from them anymore. "However, this is something new."
"A Mage only walks one path," Quinn sighed. "And yet, you keep pursuing the path of Sorcery. Order will not be denied, you will not leave a mark on history!"
"I still don't know what your saying," Vincent yelled back at him. "But you're wrong, my chosen path is to leave a mark on history. I will prove to Scrooge, Madame Aurora, and my old man that I am capable of doing whatever I want! You won't stop me."
"Even if I don't," Quinn sighed. "There will be others. I am an Enforcer of Order, born to a family of assassins. There is no greater purpose then serving and protecting order. I won't let chaos win!"
"I once thought like you," Vincent admitted. "I thought everything was set in stone, but I found something greater." He looked at the friendship bracelet and then nodded. I don't draw from chaos, I draw from my friends!"
Quinn charged at Vincent again.
Vincent raised his palms as he felt his destruction aura flow through them. He pushed that energy outward firing a beam of blue magic at Quinn causing him to fly back into a wall.
"I... I," Quinn coughed. He then passed out from the attack and then faded away in front of Vincent.
Vincent pulled up his phone and saw Violet texted him that they were going to help Scrooge take the manor back. He turned to head in that direction, but felt a sharp pain in his chest. He wiped his hand across it and saw how reddened his palm was and then sighed. "Not again."