Chapter Fourteen: The Calm Before the Storm...

Mitch flipped through his teacher's manual, bored, though unwilling to admit it to anyone. Huey was scribbling something out on a piece of paper, Webby and Dewey were playing Jenga on Dewey's desk, brows furrowed with concentration. Louie, recently ungrounded, had his head down on his desk, a soft snore escaping him. Clearing his throat, Mitch glanced over at Huey. "Any reason why no one thought to fetch me during the Moonvasion?"

Huey shoved the piece of paper into Louie's head, waking him up instantly. "Because Uncle Scrooge only knows you as a teacher and thus he didn't realize that, like Lena, you have magic and can help defend Earth from an alien invasion."

"If you say so..." He glanced down at his teacher's manual, which doubled as his personal guidebook to magic...and felt all color drain from his features. Snapping his head back up, he glanced, nervously so, at the calendar that was pinned to the wall next to the window. May Twenty-Ninth was circled, marked as the day of graduation... and there was a sticky-note attached to it also marking it as the day of the Praecantatio Eclipse and a full moon... an occurrence that only happens once in three hundred years. Glancing back down at his book, he reread the passage. Ultimum Veneris in mense quinto, ad obviam plena Eclipsin et lunam, hoc est, in fuga nostros repromissionis quattuor Unite O. Mitch swallowed hard as he silently translated that in his mind. Last Friday of the Fifth Month, the Eclipse will meet a Full Moon, this is when the Promised Four Unite to Defeat The Darkness. Oh no... he needs to tell Van and Della now. They only had days left to protect the kids before they knew...

Dewey glanced over at Mitch for five seconds, before glancing down at the note that Huey wrote, that Louie had just passed to him and Webby to read. "Non opus est loqui. M. Tullii alieni recesserunt ... et si invenitur usque non Webby parentes aut patrem nostrum." Dewey rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over at Webby as worry settled in. Huey had came up with the idea that the four of them write and leave notes to each other in Latin only, so as to get ahead of the class. Now that months have passed, and they were fluent in Latin, the class was far too easy for them since their classmates were still doing fairly basic spells. We need to talk. Aliens and Adventures aside... we still haven't found Webby's parents or our father. The translated message rolled through his mind as he glanced back down at it.

Webby gave a small nod, picking her pencil up and scribbling constat next to Louie's. Dewey waited for her to finish, before taking his pen and writing the same word underneath hers. Folding the note carefully, he passed it back to Louie, who lazily handed it to Huey. Huey unfolded the note, scanning their responses, before nodding in confirmation, slipping the crumpled note into his backpack. Looking over at the teacher's desk, Dewey noticed that Mitch was still staring intently at his book...as if it held all of the answers in the galaxy. Pulling a clean sheet of paper out, he touched his pen to it before scribbling out a short message. "Georgius Gemistus suus 'aliquid molestum. Debemus sit tibi curae?" Crumpling it into a ball, he twisted around and threw it at Huey. Huey hissed in surprise as the ball smacked him in the back of the head. Snatching it up, he smoothed it out to read what it was that Dewey had written. Picking up his pencil, Huey scribbled something down, before tossing it back at Dewey. Dewey smoothed the paper out, and nearly growled as he read what Huey wrote. "Est probabiliter No. adulta supellectilem." Of all the times for Huey to insist that they leave an adult alone!

Biting his tongue to keep himself from yelling at Huey that wasn't helpful in the least bit, he passed the note to Webby. Webby scanned it, hurry creasing her brow for a few seconds, before scribbling something out and passing it back to him. "Nos fore terribilem amicos, si nos non adiuvent eum?" Dewey sighed with relief upon seeing that she agreed with him. Picking it up, he passed it to Louie. Louie glared at him, he really wanted to sleep since the Moonvasion only happened the day before, before reading the note himself. Picking his pencil up, he scribbled out a response. "Ad nos? Ego personaliter esse consumpta." Dewey stuck his tongue out at him upon reading that response. Looks like he and Webby would be the only ones to try to get to the bottom of this.

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"Webby! Dewey! Stop following Mitch around and get over here! There's a limo in front of the manor...and no it isn't ours!" Huey hollered to his youngest brother and friend, wishing the two of them would stop attempting to figure out it is that is bothering him. For all they knew, he was probably behind on his bills or some other boring business that adults worry about.

"VISITOR!" Webby shot forward rather quickly, tackling a rather tall businessman, he appeared to be a full head taller than Launchpad, a huge grin on her face. "We don't get visitors often!"

The strange man widened his eyes in surprise, before quickly prying the girl off of him. "I can tell..."

"I don't like visitors. What do you want?" Scrooge appeared in the driveway, his eyes narrowed as he glared at the strange man. Launchpad stood behind Scrooge, confirming that the stranger was indeed taller than him.

"I need to talk to Ella." He crossed his arms, looking down at Scrooge, as if that statement should make sense to the older duck.

"There is no one by that name here." Scrooge bluntly informed him.

Della, who had noticed the hold up, appeared in the driveway, her face pale. "He means me Uncle Scrooge."

"Wait...what? How do you know him Mom?" Huey frowned, Louie and Dewey already moving to stand by her side.

Della took a deep breath, as if to calm herself, before speaking slowly. "I know him because he's your father..."

~Shadow Realm!~

It was time... she could feel it, vibrating just beneath her skin as she stood at the threshold of the Shadow Realm. Magica might have failed to destroy the prophesied four, and thus failed to take over the world, but she wouldn't. After all... she was Minima Le Strange. "Boys! It's go time... bring Zola to his knees."

A/N: Done! Time for the main point of this story to happen! Mainly everything is getting together for the Prophesy to take place. As for the villain's name... I was originally going to do Spellina or something like that, but when I looked up Lena's last name that she gave Webby when she was still living with Magica, I discovered that apparently in the comics, Magica's shadow's name was Minima De Spell and that Lena was based off of her. So... Minima Le Strange, twin sister to Magica De Spell, was born! (she married at some point, to explain away the different last names) Also... the father as come to visit! Della, not the kids, at the moment. Don't ask why he's there... I don't know. Maybe he knows something that the others don't? Like a way for the whole purpose of the prophesy to not happen! Don't ask me. I made him kinda tall... didn't I? Know what... I am rambling so let's get this show on the road!

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Average Everyday Sane Psycho: Thank you! Hope you liked this chapter too!

Angelwings2002: Yeah she did... She was mad at Louie though and she knew Scrooge already knew and it was his reaction that had her most worried. He wasn't fired... that just seemed like something he would worry about and mention aloud when he once realized that he kinda misplaced Louie... after loosing his job twice, it makes sense for him to fear it happening a third time, no matter how much of a long stretch it is.

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