Neb: I do not own Ducktales. Cassandra explains her backstory. I think it was Adventure Time that once explained that life's point was to struggle, without it, what is living really worth. Cassandra had wished upon a genie to have her parents get back together, but doing so meant she'd never meet Vincent or any of her friends/ new family at Artifact. So, she used her second wish in hopes of bringing Vincent back to his sister. Unfortunately that didn't mean her, as the wish put Webby in her place. She and Webby are at odds, because she wants things to go back to normal. However, Webby doesn't want to let Vincent go, she's feeling vulnerable after her grandmother was caught lying to her. I hope you all are enjoying the fanfic so far.
Vincent ran down a dark alleyway as he caught his breath. "Why am I in Duckberg? Last I remember I was on a mission with Ronny and Donny... what am I wearing?" Vincent saw his reflection through a nearby window, he wasn't sure when he traded up his mage hood for a brown leather jacket and a brown fedora, but he wasn't complaining. "Did I get taller?" Vincent reached into his pocket and pulled out the rune stones. "They aren't mage crystals, but I can feel that they have an interesting aura. I guess I can still ignite them using that aura, but I don't know how I got them." Vincent could hear what sounded like a helicopter flying above him. He ducked away on instinct, he was still startled from his last battle with Rosina. She did something that messed with his mind, that wasn't surprising giving that's how her powers worked.
"Vincent," a cyborg duck called out as he flew from above. "Vincent, where are you?"
The cyborg duck was the helicopter, now Vincent has seen it all. "Science Fiction," Vincent groaned. "Nope, staying clear of that."
"I found him," a woman duck called out.
She wore a police badge, so that meant she was a police officer.
"Stay away from me," Vincent yelled as he ran away from her.
"Vincent, those witches done something to you," she called after him before chasing.
Vincent was in a predicament, he couldn't throw explosives at a police officer, but why was he being chase by one. Vincent ducked around a corner and started running past his dad's old apartment. "Wait a minute, if I can find Artifact, I can get out of here." Vincent ran down the street and past the gambling din his dad usually went to. He remembered the last time Artifact was based in Duckberg it was close to the dock area leading towards the library. He managed to lose the police woman, but he could hear police sirens in the distance. "She called for backup, maybe Rosina's controlling her." Vincent made his way towards the corner where Artifact should be but then grunted. "It's gone." He fell back when the cyborg duck man landed in front of him.
"Easy there Vincent," Gizmoduck tried to approach him gently. "I don't know who you were fighting, but they did something to your mind. Come with me, I can get Dr. Gearloose to take a look at you."
"I don't need a doctor," Vincent growled back. "I hate hospitals, almost as much as I hate the concept of robot men."
"Ouch, really," Gizmoduck responded. "I mean, I'm not a robot. It's just a suit. I see you were given amnesia, or you'd know that."
"I don't know you," Vincent grunted. "I don't know why your hunting me."
"We're friends," Gizmoduck assured. "We were fighting the Beagles not to long ago. We even fought off an alien invasion together."
"Alien invasion?", Vincent shook his head. "You sound crazy."
"I know I sound crazy, but look behind you. You'll see that I'm not crazy."
Vincent grabbed one of his runes from his pocket. "As if I'm going to fall for the oldest trick in the book."
As Vincent was saying this, there were literally three of the moon invaders walking down the pier eating Icecream together.
"What, no I'm not lying," Gizmoduck facepalmed. "Look right there."
"I don't know what your selling," Vincent shook his head. "But I'm not buying. Back off or I start chucking these at you."
"There's no need for that Vincent," Gizmoduck assured. "I am not your enemy."
Vincent see something he hadn't seen in anyone before, sincerity. "That's not, you arent... what are you?"
"I told you, I'm your friend."
Vincent grabbed onto his head as a pain shot through it. He began sweating and panting as if something was trying to worm it's way through his mind. "Stop it!"
"Vincent, are you ok?"
"Stop talking," Vincent yelled at him before readying himself for combat. "I don't have any friends!" He chucked his runes towards Gizmoduck and then ran as the explosion knocked the robot man back. The sirens grew louder, telling Vincent that his explosion just alerted the police to his location. That was before Vincent bumped into a familiar face. he saw a deerman wearing a suit looking down at him as he hit the ground.
"Vincent Tailfeather," Mr. Elite smiled. "We meet again. Are you ready?"
"Am I ready? Do you have another mission boss?", Vincent wondered.
"Boss?", Mr. Elite questioned.
"Yeah, I'm under contract with you until Ronny, Donny, and I deliver treasure from the ruins of Lough Gur," Vincent remembered. "What happened to the bears anyways?"
Mr. Elite glared at Vincent for a moment, he was expecting a fight. Yet, Vincent looked different, or should he say familiar. "Tell me Vincent... why do you work for me?"
"For the pay?", Vincent questioned. "And your resources. Madame Aurora doesn't have to keep teleporting Artfiact if you can just sail me to wherever on your boat."
"That's all?"
"Is there something more that I should want?", Vincent questioned. "If you are asking me to do this for free, then I'd have to decline. I mean, no one does anything for nothing."
"How true," Mr. Elite grinned. "Welcome back to the Shadow Syndicate old friend."
Flashback 900 years ago Ireland
A deer man was working out in the farms getting ready for the next harvest. He wiped sweat off of his brow and sighed. All he ever did was work, and his life was wasting away.
"I should have been a fisherman," one of the other farmers groaned. "Can't be too hot being out on the water."
"Perhaps in the next life friend," the deer man smiled.
"Next life?", the other farmer shook his head. "Don't bring those pagan beliefs onto this farm."
"I was joking," the deer man scoffed.
"We only get one life on this world Stellar," the other farmer sighed. "It will be spent farming." The farmer saw the deer man was stunned by his words and then sighed before walking away.
"Only one life," Stellar thought before dropping the basket of potatoes he was collecting. "And I am to spend it plucking potatoes? No, I will not stand for this. I am more than common laborer... am I not? No, I will be more and I will escape this reality I've been trapped in!"