"The Lesson in Morality! The Life of Lena!" - A multi-chapter story focusing on the morality of eternal life, featuring the shadow "niece" of Magica de Spell, Lena.
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STORY METADATA:
AECS-II: D (Equivalent to Fanfiction.net's T Rating)
Date Published: February 1st, Sol 89, 22 A.P (2-1-2018) on Fanfiction.net
DuckTales and Donald Duck belongs to Disney.
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Chapter I: A Shadow is Born!
High atop the volcanic hell that is Mount Vesuvius, a fiery battle is taking place between two ducks. On one hand, a magical duck who calls this place home, with green feathers and the appearance of a witch. On the other, a Scottish duck donning attire typical of the upper class, who is well known in his hometown of Duckburg not just for his riches, but also for his itch for adventure.
These two were Magica de Spell and Scrooge McDuck, battling over the possession of Scrooge's most prized possession, his number one dime. Magica believes that with the dime in her hands, in conjunction with the upcoming lunar eclipse, she would use the power of the dime to grow her own power before having her revenge against Scrooge.
The elderly duck jumped as a blast of magic emanated from Magica's staff, "Just give up, Scroogie..." said Magica, "I promise I'll go easy on you if you just gave your dime!"
But Scrooge wasn't having it. "Not in a million years!"
Another blast, and Scrooge avoids it. However, his body was wearing out from all the running around. He panted and wheezed a bit as he looked up and saw the moon beginning to turn a blood red. Magica saw this as an opportunity.
"Tired, old man?" she mocked. Scrooge looked towards Magica, still panting. "Don't worry, you can take a rest...for LIFE in the shadow dimension!"
She then pointed her staff at the breathless duck, blasting a powerful stream of magic from it. And before he realized it, Scrooge took out the nearest thing that may protect him from the beam...his dime. And not a moment too soon, as the lunar eclipse has just begun. After that, the power of the magic beam was absorbed into the dime, causing to glow a dim, but noticeable, blue light.
"WHAT?!" she screamed, shocked at the fact Scrooge survived the onslaught. "How did you-?!"
"Uhp bup bup" Scrooge silenced the witch duck. "Me dime has been very special to me. I've been taking care of it for many years, so now, it takes care of me."
Magica was dumbfounded at this statement. "THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE! NOW DIE-"
"And y' know," interrupted Scrooge again, "Speaking of rest, I wouldn't be so rude to women, so...after YOU!"
Scrooge pointed his dime toward Magica and the blast that was emanating from her staff now was being reflected by Scrooge's number one dime. The beam hit Magica, hard.
"NOOOOOO! CURSE YOU SCROOGE!"
She echoed in defeat as she was sucked into the dime, dropping her staff onto the ground.
"There, just make sure you rest real easy now." he spoke as he left in victory.
As Scrooge walked away, a shadow unknowingly slipped past his feet towards the staff that Magica dropped earlier and once touched, the shadow began to materialize into a gooey black tar, merging with the staff, turning it into a necklace, and finally forming into a physical being: A teenage female duckling sporting dyed pink hair, a striped shirt, and green and white sneakers.
The newly formed shadow-being looked around, checking the environment around her. She felt a radiant heat through the feathers in her arm, considering that she is standing on top of a volcano and all. The duckling yelped a bit as a pain ran through her arm, wincing at it. After rubbing the area to ease the uncomfortable sensation, she turned around and looked below at her shadow, formed from the bloody moon.
Suddenly, the shadow began to reform into a duck-like shape, developing eyes that were as red as the moon, a cape like protuberance from its back, and upon completely forming, the shadow laughed manically. It was Magica in her shadow form, all the while the shadow-being never reacted to it, except glaring at Magica with no emotion.
"How perfect!" Magica complemented at her creation, "It reminds of me when I was a young magician in training!"
And with a booming voice, Magica commanded the shadow-being: "Go forth to McDuck Manor and bring me Scrooge McDuck's number one dime!"
"Yes! Of course, master!" she finally spoke. "Eugh." Magica whispered, disgusted, "Maybe too perfect..."
Magica didn't want her shadow-being to be too loyal to her, since she felt that Scrooge might notice something funny too quickly. She wanted the elderly duck gain the trust of the shadow-being gradually.
"You don't have to call me 'master', my dear Lena," she spoke to her creation, giving her a name on the spot. "I am your Aunt Magica, so call me that instead."
Lena nodded, and in the same booming voice, Magica shouted: "Now grab me my dime!"
"Yes, Aunt Magica!" Lena responded before Magica reformed back into the teen duckling's regular shadow, running off into the distance towards Duckburg...
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To be continued...
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Original idea is Copyright (C) 2019 Intelligent Auk Studio.
