Trust (Darkwing x Morgana) Drake Mallard trudged through his front door and slumped onto his couch. It had been a long night of tireless fighting. He had help, not that he needed it of course, from Launchpad, Honker, and his daughter Gosalyn, the latter of whom slipping in behind him before softly murmuring a "Goodnight" and dragging herself to her bedroom. Being Darkwing Duck wasn't easy.
"You should have asked for my help," a sultry voice spoke behind him. Drake recognized it immediately.
"From an evil sorceress?" He asked, turning and looking at Morgana, his friend and the woman who had appeared into his life as easily as she had just appeared into his home.
"You know I don't do that anymore," she sauntered over gracefully lowered herself next to him on the couch. "What I mean is: what kind of idiot has a sorceress friend and doesn't ask for her assistance from time to time?"
"A capable superhero?" He
The Sun Flower Mozenrath knew the sun flower could only be in one place. It was nowhere near Aggrabah, but he had tracked down the long-time owner of the flower in Corona, the Sun Kingdom. The witch in possession of the flower, Mother Gothel was hard to find and obviously wanted to keep it hidden, but Mozenrath had no time for that. The flower had the power to reclaim the price he'd paid for his power at such a young age: his health. Exhausting all his resources, he discovered Mother Gothel's whereabouts and acquired heavy leather bound volumes on the subject of the mythical drop of sunlight that had transformed into a flower upon its arrival to Earth. Unfortunately, the books where all at least twenty years old, but he didn't think much could change in only that short amount of time. That was a blink of an eye for an ancient magical artifact. Looking at them now in his study, Mozenrath couldn't help but sigh with relief. With his new strength, he would finally
The Big Four and the Bear Incident (Hogwarts AU) Prologue
Fate has always been a part of my life. Legends and ancient lore whispered quietly at night by my mother made the possibilities of the world dance across my eyes in awe. The idea that your life was already predetermined made my head spin, and the notion that you could still change that fate made it spin even faster. I didn't want my life to be set; I wanted to choose my own fate.
And yet, here I was, staring at my path, predetermined. Or paths predetermined. I sat at the large oak table in my dining room blinking at two envelopes: both addressed to me, but one bore the return address of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, while the other boasted the name of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"C'mon, open it!" My best friend Lou peeked over my sh