Neb: I do not own Ducktales. Vincent has his bracelet back, but he is still without powers and memories. Still, he managed to hold off the Witch of Isis, Jackie with the power of his mage crystals. Perhaps theirs hope for the Adventuring Mage after all, time to move forwards in this story. I've been holding off on moving from episode to episode, but slightly hinting at them in each chapter. When Webby returned to the manor and found Cassandra she was coming back from Mervana. When Vincent returned to the Manor, Huey had just gone through Astroy Boyd. Not to mention last chapter the family was trying to prevent Ragnarok. That means this next chapter will be...
Scrooge headed into the livingroom with a pot of tea as he nudged their game console aside and sat down. When he did so he turned his head to Vincent who was sitting in the easy chair waiting with his old musket. "W... what are you doing Vincent?", Scrooge wondered.
"Waiting," Vincent shrugged before a portal opened on the t.v screen shooting the other kids out of the television. Vincent lifted up the musket and blasted an eyeball creature with a blast of magic.
"Game over," Dewey gloated after the creature was defeated.
"Boo," Louie groaned in response.
"You have your powers back?", Scrooge wondered.
"I found a substitute," Vincent shook his head. "My powers are still gone, but I've got three magic blasts in each of my mage crystals and runes."
"And let me guess, you were all playing this, video graphical game."
"Legends of Legend Quest," Huey corrected.
"And then someone made a wish around Lena," Scrooge continued, to witch Dewey raised his hand. "And the game became real."
"I was just passing by when they got sucked in the game," Vincent explained. "I borrowed your musket and waited for them to return."
"This amulet is ruining my life," Lena groaned.
"It's ok Lena, we'll just add video games to the list of things that trigger your magic," Webby figured as she pulled out an actual list.
"Everything triggers my stupid magic," Lena complained. When she stated that, the list in Webby's hands disintegrated.
"Making a lists," Violet added as she wrote in her notepad. Then her own notepad got incinerated.
"Bad amulet, bad!", Lena yelled at her amulet.
"I thought she had a handle on her powers," Vincent wondered.
"You kids should have learned by now that nothing good has ever come from magic," Scrooge scolded them. The triplets signaled him that he was making a mistake, then he looked at Lena who looked saddened in response.
"A-accept you Lena," Scrooge took back his words. "You're one of the good magical things I've dealt with."
"Ah, hey I know I'm great," Lena responded offended. "It's magic that's the problem."
"I'll drink to...", Scrooge begun to agree with her, but then his tray of tea and the musket Vincent had were turned into two bats.
Vincent humphed before sitting back down on the easy chair. "Well there goes my magic... again."
"Sorry," Lena sighed.
"It's fine," Vincent shook his head. "Honestly, that kind of power never really worked for me when I had it either." Vincent grabbed his head as he suddenly remembered being trapped in a magic shield he had conjured while a suit of armor was attacking him. He shook his head and groaned.
"Hey Uncle Scrooge real quick," Della spoke up as she entered the room. "Their is a floating goat in your closet that needs your help."
"The mystical kingdom of Goat'hool must be under attack again," Scrooge figured. "Great, more magic.. Again, no offense. Alright kids, time to head off into another realm!" The boys cheered as they followed Scrooge.
Vincent figured he should skip out on this adventure as well. Cassandra had warned him that the Enforcers of Order were coming after him because he was interfering with the Duck family's lives. Lena also was hanging back as she looked at her amulet.
"I'm pretty sure my stupid magic would just make this situation worse," Lena figured.
Vincent was about to speak up, but Webby beat him to it.
"Oh well, if you don't want to go, neither do we," Webby decided. "Right Violet?"
Violet was already packed, but she set her bag back down. "I suppose we could have just as much fun exploring the complexities of interpersonal relationships."
"That was a mouthful," Vincent chuckled. "I'll skip out on the magic adventure as well, I'm pretty sure your version of me would choose family over adventure... right?"
Lena sighed at her amulet. "As if ruining my life wasn't bad enough, now your ruining my friends live to!"
"Oh don't listen to her," Webby explained to the amulet. "She just needs to learn to control you better."
"It's not alive," Vincent pointed out. "You'll have an easier time controlling it when you realize it doesn't have a will of it's own."
"Or I can just get rid of it," Lena countered.
Webby and Violet gasped at that, and Vincent also winced. Perhaps this was the interfering that Cassandra warned about.
"Lena, magic is an important part of who you are," Webby berated her. "You can't just throw it away!"
"Maybe we should just stop having sleep overs," Violet figured.
This conversation was getting away from Vincent. But he didn't really want to contribute to it that much anyways. Perhaps he should just leave the girls to their own devices. As he was leaving the room he overheard Webby telling Violet to rethink her sentence. As he made his way back towards his room the two bats flew by him. He grabbed one and it turned back into Scrooge's tea set, then he tossed the tea tray at the other turning it back into his rifle. He caught the rifle and the tray at the same time. "When did I learn how to do this? Did Webby teach me these reflexes?" Vincent took the tea back to the kitchen and decided he'd clean for a bit. At the very least it would justify his stay at the manor. Why did he feel like he's thought that way once before. Was his memories coming back?
"Hey Vincent, we are going to bed," Webby called out to him. "Don't stay up too late."
"Also sorry that I've been complaining about my stupid powers when you've had yours taken," Lena added. "That's not cool I guess."
"Don't worry about it," Vincent shook his head. "I complained about my powers all the time when I had them. The three of you have a great night."
It was later that night Vincent awoke to the sound of some horrific wailing. He grabbed his Scrooge's old musket and loaded another magic ruin stone in it before heading out of his room. There was banging on the door, and the girls were getting ready to open it. Vincent aimed his rifle as the door opened and a man charged in.
"Uncle Scrooge, I need you," the man yelled before getting blasted back by Vincent. "Oof."
"Oh, sorry," Vincent called down. "I thought he was an evil spirit."
Violet got ready to raise her wooden stake, she must of suspected he was a vampire, but Webby stopped her.
"Stand down you two," Webby ordered. "It's just Donald's lucky loafer of a cousin, Gladstone."
"This family is so confusing," Vincent sighed before lowering his rifle. He half wanted to go back to bed, but he wasn't sure if things were safe yet.
"If he's so lucky, why is he crying?", Lena wondered.
"Because the world is broken," Gladstone yelled before blowing into Lena's shirt like a snot rag.
Vincent aimed to blast him again, but Lena shook her head.
"Thanks anyways," Lena thanked Vincent as she glared daggers at Gladstone.
Gladstone then proceeded to explain his tragic backstory, one that Vincent wasn't really paying attention to because he was finding himself nodding off. Spending the day staring at a T.V screen waiting for the kids to return and then a night cleaning dishes must have taken a larger toll. It was weird because he was use to a lack of sleep thanks to chores and studying. Did his older self change up his sleep schedule at some point? He then started paying attention around the point Gladstone was complaining about twenty dollars, only because Gladstone started knocking things over.
Webby moved in and caught a lamp while Lena caught an umbrella he knocked over.
"Is this what life is like for you people!" Gladstone then proceeded to dramatically fall over. "Ow! Why weren't their pillows there?"
"Wow, I was suspecting something more magical and less.. pathetic?", Lena commented.
That's when they heard another crash upstairs.
"Never a dull moment in this house," Vincent commented.
"That came from Uncle Scrooge's room," Webby gasped.
Everyone ran upstairs, while Gladstone lagged behind from being out of shape.
There they saw a figure that was familiar to Vincent. A man dressed in all black with a mask and a golden glove absorbing the green portal that Scrooge and the boys went through. He turned around and then glared at Lena before approaching the four of them.
Vincent aimed his rifle, but was smacked away instantly, and the girls started backing up as the man closed in on them.
"You," the masked man growled as he aimed his gauntlet at Lena and started absorbing her magic.
"No," Vincent yelled before tackling into him.
Webby jumped him as well and swung her axe knocking him off balance. Then he stumbled down the stairs bumping into Gladstone.
The man tried to blast again, but his gauntlet had an axe stabbed into it. "It wasn't enough," the masked man complained before running off.
Vincent went back for the musket and tried to blast him, but the Phantom Blot escaped. Vincent groaned before kicking a nearby wall.
"So that was the Phantom Blot," Violet figured as she pulled up her drawing from one of her notebooks. The group had moved downstairs and Vincent was keeping watch through the front door.
"The Phantom what?", Lena questioned.
"Did I not tell everyone?", Vincent wondered. "Sorry, it's just any well read student of the super natural knows the phantom blot."
"Indeed," Violet nodded. "He's a thief, a magic hunter."
"Wow," Webby commented. "From one journaler to another, these drawings are amazing."
"Indeed," Violet replied happily. Then she became serious again. "Phantom Blot hates magic and thinks it's dangerous. Wherever the blot goes, all magic disappears, and now he's come for us. End of presentation."
"Wait, if magic goes away, what happens to me?", Lena wondered.
Violet and Vincent both looked down. When Vincent lost his powers, his physical form remained because he was just a moral who drew from his connection to the path of order. In this regard. He and Lena were not the same.
"He's trapped my family," Webby realized. "He's coming for my best friend."
"And once he's fixed that glove, he'll be back," Violet figured.
"And he can't be stopped," Vincent groaned. "Even with my power, I was no match for Phantom Blot." Yet Webby was able to take out Phantom Blot with the swing of an axe.
"Great, so once again my life is in danger because of magic," Lena complained.
"We must protect her at all costs," Webby exclaimed.
"And more importantly Gladstone," Gladstone added.
"He doesn't care about us," Vincent reminded Gladstone. "We already lost our powers. My connection and your luck. But, I can try and hold him off while the rest of you escape."
"Running won't work," Violet shook her head. "The best magical defense is a good magical offense."
"Where did you hear that?", Vincent rolled his eyes.
"You," Violet corrected him as she held up one of his more recent journals.
"You mean the other me," Vincent corrected her back. "The reckless me."
"Either way, I can't control my amulet," Lena reminded them. "So it's hopeless."
"Then we'll have to go to someone who will teach you how," Webby figured. They all looked at Vincent.
Vincent shook his head once more. "Just a reminder, that in my mind, I've only had one year of magic training for a very specific path. I am not a sorcerer and I am not a wizard. I am a mage, I'm not even that anymore. Aside from that, the other me has left all of his important notes of what we've learned back at Artifact, and that place is long gone."
"Then there's only one option," Violet realized. Both she and Webby nodded to each other.
"Oh no," Lena groaned. "No, no, no, no!"
The group headed through a bog which Vincent was surprised he wasn't all that disgusted by. Even though his other self had only two more years of experience then him, it felt like he's experienced multiple different terrains. No, that shouldn't surprise him. Madame Aurora could transport Artifact to any location in the world, that must have come up in training.
Lena on the other hand hated this place. "As if asking for the person I hate the most wasn't bad enough, I have to walk through gross bog water to get to her." She looked down at her shoes, which the others didn't have to worry about because they were all bare foot.
"There's also a high possibility of a swamp gator attack," Violet pointed out. That only excited Webby as she jumped up on a tree root.
"This bog is so deep," Gladstone complained as he emerged from the water in front of them. "How did you know where to step?"
"Why are you still here?", Vincent wondered.
"I want my luck back," Gladstone complained. "Who are you? Why are you here?"
"I.. did you just now notice I was here? I shot you earlier!"
Lena's amulet floated up and started directing the others forwards.
"I think this might be the place," Lena figured as they came upon a tree hut.
"How can you tell?", Violet asked ironically, or to be ironic as it quite literally had Magica's face carved into a hut.
Violet knocked on the door.
"Hang on, hang on, who there?", a woman growled annoyed by being disturbed.
"It's Violet Sabrewing," Violet introduced.
"Who?"
"She's with me, Webby Vandrquack?"
"Who?"
"With me, Vincent Tailfeather," Vincent threw out there.
"You had your chance, go away," the woman growled.
"It's Lena, your niece!", Lena yelled at the door and it immediately opened after that.
"Lena," Magica spoke up happy to see her. "Give me the amulet!" She charged, but Vincent, Webby, and Violet got in her way.
"She's very strong for a bog woman," Webby pointed out as she pulled on her cape.
"Being crazy gives you strength," Vincent joked.
"Shut up brat, I heard you lost your power," Magica growled. "You are no threat to me!" She grabbed Violet and picked her up. She then took Violet's garlic necklace and ate it. "Now you are susceptible to vampires!" Magica let out a laugh after that.
"Yeah well, the great scary Shadow Sorceress that I was warned about is also without her powers," Vincent shot back. "So take that."
Violet crossed her arms unamused by having been bested by Magica.
Magica then dropped Violet and turned to Lena. "Now seriously, what do you want with me?"
Lena had mentioned Phantom Blot during her bickering session with Magica, causing even the Shadow Sorceress to turn pale. He ordered them all to come into her house quickly. It was there she told her story.
"Decades ago before I had to deal with the likes of you, I used my magic to lord over a small country village. One day I grew tired of the many gifts that the villagers had offered me to keep me from destroying their village. So I destroyed their village. One of the survivors claimed he would put an end to magic and came after me. Like dozens before. But this one was different. He used various devices meant to steal my powers. Obviously he failed, but each time he got better, stronger. The last time we faced off I barely escaped with my magic and my life. Any questions?"
"Um yes," Gladstone spoke up. "When do you stop talking about whatever this is and give me my luck back?"
"I can't."
With that, Gladstone exited the conversation.
"That glove of his must be some sort of magical draining device," Violet figured.
"I don't know if he's defeated Mr. Elite," Vincent pointed out. "But if he has, then he's more powerful than however he was when he last fought Magica."
"Please, Mr. Elite couldn't hold a candle to me in my prime," Magica scoffed. "Even with that stupid mask. That's why I offered to take care of him for you."
"You did what now?", Vincent questioned.
"You don't remember?", Magica questioned him back.
"Rosina," was all Vincent could say.
"Ah yes, the witch," Magica smiled. "If there's any consolation, after he's destroyed all of you, he'll probably be coming for her next."
"That is comforting," Vincent admitted.
"You really out did yourself this time," Lena groaned. "Phantom Blot is after me, because he thinks I'm you! Your magic isn't a legacy, it's a curse!"
"Sure, blame the witch, how original," Magica rolled her eyes. "You are a little shadow creature and have no chance against him. Give me the amulet!"
Vincent aimed his rifle at Magica causing her to back off.
Webby and Violet also moved forwards to protect Lena and separate her from Magica.
"There is another option," Violet reminded them.
"Come on Lena, just ask her," Webby encouraged Lena.
"I'd rather Vincent would teach me instead," Lena grumbled.
"If Rosina indeed messed with his mind, then you can't trust his knowledge," Magica pointed out. "She could be using you to spy on me right now."
"Why would she want to spy on you?", Vincent wondered.
"She's greedy," Magica rolled her eyes.
Lena headed off as they were talking to each other and Webby headed after her.
"Look," Webby begun. "I don't like this anymore than you do, but my family is missing. You could be gone next. And if you learn to control your powers, I know you can use them for good." She placed her hand on Lena's shoulder.
"Fine," Lena groaned. "Would you train me how to use my powers to defeat Blot?"
"It won't be easy," Magica commented. "There will be trials, tribulations."
"Well if you think it's too hard then..."
"No, no, no, don't leave," Magica got in between Lena and the door. "I'll do it."
Meanwhile Gladstone was crying by the doorway. "I've never had to use a doorknob before."
After a lot of strength training involving wiping windows and doing pushups. Blasting Gladstone Gander, changing hairstyles, and floating and laughing. Lena was starting to get a handle on her powers.
"May I remind you that magic isn't always laughter and good times," Magica berated the girls.
Vincent kept a close eye on them from the sidelines as he polished his musket waiting for Phantom Blot to show back up again. Maybe he and Lena could defeat him together. It was a long shot but... no Phantom Blot took out the entire Shadow Syndicate and managed to steal Vincent's powers. Outside of whatever shots he might be able to fire off in the beginning, he will be useless for this fight. Vincent saw Magica was going to grab for the amulet again and sighed before aiming his rifle again. But he didn't need to, because a blue magic surrounded Lena as she made Magica lift in the air.
"Why is the color of our magic blue sometimes?", Lena asked Vincent.
"You mean other me," Vincent rolled his eyes. "Magic usually has a signature aura. Mine is technically red, I don't know why other me had a blue aura from time to time."
"All sorcerers have one," Magica explained. "Mine is a vastly superior malevolent purple. Here I'll prove it, give me the amulet."
"You are exhausting," Lena squinted at Magica. "You know that?"
"Relax it's all part of the training," Magica explained. "Fine, if you don't trust me. Then give the amulet to Pinky over here."
"Um, we've met several times," Webby complained.
"Give her the amulet so she can blast you with it. If you've learned anything today. You'll block it."
"But I can't do magic without it," Lena pointed out.
"Oh Lena, will you ever cease to be wrong?", Magica scoffed. "The amulet allows you to harness some of my magic, but unfortunately... you have some of your own."
"It's like I told you Lena," Webby pointed out with glee. "You are made of magic."
"You should be able to use your disgusting blue friendship magic to slightly divert my obviously better than yours evil purple magic," Magica explained.
"You're actually proud of calling it evil," Vincent facepalmed.
"Just as you once regretted calling yours destruction magic," Magica growled at him.
Lena went to hand the amulet to Webby.
"Vincent's the experienced one," Webby pointed out. "I could never hurt you anyways."
"I'll do it," Violet decided. "What? It's purely for academic purposes."
"Yes, you wouldn't want the boy blowing it up by mistake anyways," Magica pointed out before sticking her tongue out at Vincent.
"Keep talking, between us I'm the one that's actually armed," Vincent shot back.
"With weak, little, impure mage crystals that don't even hold their manna well," Magica yelled back at him.
"Will you two knock it off," Lena yelled at both of them.
"What did I do?", Vincent and Magica both responded. They both then glared at each other.
Violet and Lena got ready.
"Blast her," Magica ordered. Lena then got blasted by Violet immediately. "No, no, you lost," she mocked. "How unpredictable."
"That wasn't fair," Lena groaned. "I wasn't ready!"
"Right, that's right, it wasn't because you're never focused!"
Lena started mocking Magica right back.
"Yes good, now channel your hate for me and go!"
Lena's blast went as expected, just a puff of smoke and blue sparks.
"Woof, even the girl without magic did better then that," Magica rolled her eyes.
"To be fair, I'm a quick study," Violet responded confidently.
"Can confirm," Vincent chuckled. "She is a quick study." While Webby went to go comfort Lena, Vincent turned towards the bushes as he thought he saw them moving. It could have been one of the gators Violet was talking about or Gladstone finally returning. Then a green blast emerged from those bushes towards Lena.
"Come on Vi," Lena yelled.
"Boo, bad form," Webby scolded.
"That wasn't her," Vincent called out.
"You know I'd never breach duel protocol," Violet defended herself.
Gladstone did in face fall out of the bushes, but he was then followed by Phantom Blot.
"De Spell," Phantom Blot yelled as he aimed his gauntlet. But he didn't aim at Magic, he blasted towards Lena as the group scattered.
Vincent tried to aim at him, but his headache returned again.
"De Spell? I'm Lena, Not De Spell!"
"This is no time to be remembering stuff," Vincent groaned as he aimed his rifle. He blasted a couple shots off at Phantom Blot and then reloaded another ruin into his musket.
Phantom Blot blasted him back sending him slamming against Magica's tree hut. The Musket unfortunately broke and the ruin he loaded inside it was drained of it's power.
"No good, my ruins have no effect on him," Vincent groaned as he tried to get up.
Magica was now trying to distract him, but it proved ineffective. She fell back as Phantom Blot closed in on her. "You destroyed my village and my family, and now I'll destroy you and yours!"
"Lena," Violet called out as she tossed the amulet to Lena.
"Quick, get his glove off," Lena ordered as she blasted his glove with Magica's Amulet. Immediately Webby jumped onto his glove continuing to prove to be the most effective one in the party. Vincent moved in and tried to grab him from behind. Magica and Violet grabbed a rope that was one of Magica's party props and started tying him up with it.
"This one's for Lena, this one's for my family, this one is for Vincent's magic, and this one is for Lena," Webby yelled as she kicked and punched the Phantom Blot.
"Stop saying who's it for and get his glove off," Violet complained.
There was a ton more chaos as Webby tried to take the gauntlet off involving chains, and snakes, and Webby talking to the snakes. But Phantom Blot had knocked everyone down with a single blast. Magica was knocked out cold and Vincent was stumbling trying to get up.
"I-is that all you got," Vincent growled before falling back over.
"Vi, Vincent, Webby, are you guys ok?", Lena yelled as she ran over to them. Suddenly the green beam hit her amulet and started sapping her powers away.
"L-Lena run," Vincent groaned.
"S-stop," Lena yelled. "If you destroy this!"
"Then I destroy you," Phantom Blot finished her sentence.
Then... something stupid happened with Gladstone, but Phantom Blot got a hold of Lena's amulet and begun absorbing from it.
"No," Magica yelled as she came to. "My Magic!"
Webby and Violet squinted at her.
"And Lena."
Vincent tried to get up again, but stumbled back down once more. Lena really was down on her own.
"Concentrate on where the magic comes from," Magica yelled at her.
"Forget her magic," Webby shouted. "Where does your magic come from?"
Suddenly the blue aura formed around Lena once again. It looked familiar to Vincent, but he didn't know why.
"How is this possible?", Phantom Blot gasped.
"Because our magic is the greatest magic of all," Lena grinned.
"Gross," Magica commented.
She continued to blast Phantom Blot as he stumbled back.
"Then I'll take that magic and destroy it to," Phantom Blot declared.
"Lena," Webby yelled. She and Violet looked at their friendship bracelets and held hands.
"We're with you," Violet called out.
Vincent leaned back against Magica's tree hut as this went down and then saw something glow blue inside his pocket. He pulled out the black friendship bracelet and then nodded before putting it on. He could feel some of his power restoring, but he pushed it away from himself to help charge Lena. This was different, yet familiar. A warm feeling that wasn't destructive.
Webby and Violet's power of friendship seemed to be enough that it changed Lena into a whole new person. Her hair was blue and she wore a cape. Her blue aura extended around her whole body as her outfit changed.
"It's too much magic," Phantom Blot yelled as he gauntlet overloaded.
"Hey Blot," Lena called out. "You want magic, well here you go." With that she shot even more power out as it seemed she had an endless supply.
Phantom Blot was knocked back and his glove shot off of his hand. A couple blasts shot out of it as well, one hitting Gladstone and the other hitting Vincent.
"M-my powers," Vincent commented.
"Hey twenty dollars," Gladstone realized. "And another, and another!" He wiped his tears with that money, used them as a tissue and then tossed them into the bog.
Phantom Blot saw an army of snakes surrounded him and then he got up and ran.
"I can talk to snakes," Webby yelled with glee.
Lena started gloating as the others ran over to hug her. But Magica saw her amulet was laying on the ground unattended. She grabbed it and recreated her staff and regained her green feather hue.
"Thanks for returning my amulet Lena," Magica laughed. "I'll treasure it always. Oh, it's good to be back. Now where was I? Ah yes, enacting some sweet revenge. Take note nerds!"
Lena then blasted her with blue magic causing her to fall back.
Vincent also blasted her with blue magic when she tried to get back up. He looked at his hands and saw they were covered in markings resembling the drawings of the ruins gifted to him by Webby and Violet. Those markings and the friendship bracelet Lena had given him seemed to be fueling his blue magic.
"Excuse you," Magica yelled at Lena. "I brought you into this world you insufferable brat!" She then turned to Vincent. "And you think you are safe just because my shadow is protecting you!"
"Yes I do," Vincent grinned.
"And I intend to protect this world from people like you, using your training," Lena shot back.
"You're welcome," Magica yelled back at her. "But I didn't teach you this!" She ran over to punch Lena for some reason, but Lena stopped her and made her float in the air before dropping her. Gladstone then caught her, but he dropped her just as quickly. "My staff, my staff!" She fell back in fear as Lena approached her.
"I'm not in your shadow anymore," Lena explained. "The magic is my legacy now, and I'm going to use it for good."
"Looks like you aren't the only sorceress in town anymore," Webby pointed out.
The three of them floated in the air as Lena used her powers on the trio and they begun flying around.
"Need a lift Vincent?", Lena asked.
Vincent floated up and grinned. "No thanks, I've got my own ride." He then shot off through the forest as well. He kept it slow though and let the girls have their own fun. He didn't want to interrupt or ruin their moment. He'll have plenty of other adventures with them and the other Duck family members anyways now that his power was back. But that wasn't all that returned to him. His headache was gone, he was no longer fatigued, and... he could remember everything.
Neb: I feel as though it is right to apologize for having Vincent in this episode so much. I thought about having him go with the boys instead, but felt as though there was no motivation to do so. Also wasn't sure what to write if they did go to the other side of the portal. I tried to make sure he had as little impact on Lena's training and the overall battle, but this is why I created the Enforcers of Order, as a group to oppose Vincent when he starts messing with the main story line. I think I will have him more actively messing with stuff that happened in the show before it is timed to be judged. Otherwise I think this is one of my better chapters. I kept what happened in the show mostly the same and Lena still got to be the hero of it. After all it was her arc. Anyways I hope you all enjoyed.