A/N: I have never done fanfiction before, but I read a bunch ocassionally. Fanfiction really interests me, because of the creative new stories told by new authors. With that, I decided to give it a try. Sorry for the short chapter, but I have a really interesting plot for this story. I'll release one chapter about every week (hopefully longer chapters). Thank you and please review!

A pair of ducklings sat in the middle of a colossal bedroom with papers and photos of evidence poured out among them. The two sat in deep thought, clearly thinking of scenarios with the collected sources in front of them.

The blue-shirted duckling was Dewey Duck, who was the grandnephew of none other than Scrooge McDuck, the richest duck in the world. Dewey sat with a perplexed expression and the ghost of a smile on his face. He kept looking and looking over the evidence, desperate to find answers.

Webbigail Vanderquack sat cross-legged across from Dewey. With her signature bow and attire, she constantly jotted down on a piece of paper. The duckling was a determined one; she was known for her accurate, reliable research on the McDuck family. And now, here she was, studying on the next mystery of the famous family.

"She was... good, was she?" Dewey hesitantly asked. "The letter, but the sphere... Mom couldn't have betrayed her family!"

Webby looked at her best friend. "Dewey, don't worry. We can solve this. We'll find out together!"

"Are you sure?" Dewey responded. "Nobody solved this! Uncle Scrooge won't even reveal anything, and as you said, nobody talks about her!

"Us... Two ten-year-old ducklings," Dewey continued. "Can we even do this?" Webby scooted next to Dewey, and to his surprise, she gripped his hand. Webby gave out a smile.

"Don't worry so much, Dewey. This next adventure is our opportunity to find out more," Webby said. "Your mother was a good person! I promise."

The two ducklings glanced at the Sphere of Selene, and Dewey smiled. "Thanks, Webs."

"Now, I did come up with a few theories," Webby said. "If we—"

Scrooge McDuck opened the door, startling the two children. Webby quickly hid the research behind her as the trillionaire walked into the room.

"M-Mr. McDuck!" Webby said.

"Now what are you two lads up to this time?" Scrooge questioned in suspicion.

"Nothing, Uncle Scrooge!" Dewey responded. "Just packing!"

"Alright, lad. It's time. We are going to the Money Bin in an hour to blast off. Be ready by then!" Scrooge informed the children.

"I have some unfinished business on that space rock," Scrooge quietly said.