happilyeverbeginning | (scrooge x magica)

Scrooge McDuck's had enough. At last his nephew and the other Beastmasters had managed to break the League of Villains, but he still found no peace. For weeks he had heard rumors that the witch, who had been in the League, had escaped and was now roaming the woods. Countless farmers complained that their harvest had been stolen and the foresters complained about the illegal gathering of herbs and mushrooms.

He did not know who this witch was. He had heard nothing of the fight of the Beastmasters but stories.

In his time no enemy would have escaped... he sighed deeply, there was no use mourning the past. He loved his business and yet... sometimes he missed the adventurous life of a Beastmaster...

He shook his head vigorously. It was time to put a stop to the witch. Loudly he demanded for his nephew

"DONALD!!!" It echoed throughout the castle.

Eventually, his unlucky nephew poked his head into the room, dreading what was to come.

"Yes, Uncle Scrooge?"

With a grim smile Scrooge turned to his nephew. "You think yourself the greatest hero in our town. Prove it by catching the witch you let escape!" He paced the room, hating nothing more than to be robbed. "So you will track down that ugly old witch and drag her to me. A few months in the dungeon will teach her to stay away from my property..."

With sparkling eyes, he looked at his nephew. " Understood? Take whoever you want for help, but bring me that witch!" Normally Scrooge McDuck did not take prisoners, for it cost a great deal of money to feed them, but his feeling told him that in this case it would be necessary, and his feeling never deceived him!

Donald felt an urge to whine, but swallowed it down right away. "Right, sure... I think Mickey might still be in town, so if we work together, she shouldn't be too much trouble. Without her lackeys and her beasts, she's just a normal woman... I hope."

With a reluctant salute, he turned around to start the hunt.

Just a normal woman... yes. Scrooge turned from his nephew, and with a wave of his hand released him to his task. Lost in thought, he went to the window, and looked up to the dark woods. He would not admit it to himself, but there was more at stake than a few stolen herbs. Ever since the big fight he had strange dreams every night. He saw the shadow of a figure who performed magic and created Meteorbeast.

He could never see exactly who he was looking at, but his heart tightened longingly at the sight. It's the witch... it echoed through his mind. Had she bewitched him? But for what reason did she appear in his dreams?

Well, he would soon find out. Then this longing would end. Would he no longer awaken from slumber with heart beating fast... Witches are evil. Witches are ugly. Scrooge McDuck was not the kindest man on earth, but he would have nothing to do with such dark creatures.

The day was nearly over by the time Donald and his friend Mickey returned. They both banged their fists on Scrooge's door, nightfall haven fallen from the sky.

"Uncle Scrooge! We got her, we finally got her!"

He couldn't sleep anyway. When he heard the loud shouting he immediately jumped up from his chair where he had been reading and opened the door. Of course he had servants but they had the strict order that only the master of the house himself could receive his nephew that night.

He did not want to miss a second of the triumph of having captured the witch. Donald stepped forward, and Scrooge could not yet see who Mickey was dragging through the door behind him. His heart beat faster with nervousness.
Undaunted, he pushed his nephew aside...

And froze.

For the first time in his life, he was at a loss for words. For a moment he stared spellbound at the woman who stood before him with an angry face. He could hardly breathe. She was a witch, he had expected a shriveled old woman. Of course she was by no means young, she seemed to be about his age but... Her beauty brought a slight blush to his cheeks.

Amazing...

Went through his head. He didn't even notice that he didn't move for seconds and only looked into her deep black eyes.

Donald and Mickey exchanged a puzzle look. They had expected some sneering, some yelling, but why were these two just staring at each other?

Magica hadn't said anything either, her eyes locked on Scrooge. Just as Scrooge hadn't expected the witch to be a pretty woman, she hadn't expected the mansion owner to be a handsome man.

Donald eventually cleared her throat. "So... should we throw her in the dungeon...?"

Donald's voice tore him from his paralysis. "Dungeon... ...of course..." He cleared his throat and looked the witch in the eye, looking for a sign she knew who he was, that she was haunting him in his dreams on purpose. "You have reaped in my woods without permission and stolen my farmers' crops. That is why you were brought here, an example must be made. I can't let anyone get away with stealing. You will spend some time here in the dungeon!"

Normally a fine for her crime would be appropriate, but if he locked her up for a few days he might have had time to find out more about her. He grabbed her by the arm, not painful but with a strong grip. "I'll walk her down myself... thanks, good job Mickey!" After a short pause he added "And nephew..."

Mickey saluted, as did Donald. "Okay, Uncle! Don't you worry, she's powerless now. Completely helpless. There's not a thing she can do that-"

Magica slammed her heel down hard on Donald's foot. "Don't talk as if I'm not here, fool!"

Mickey winced as Donald grabbed his injured foot. "Uh... we'll see you later, Mister McDuck!" He quickly grabbed his friend and pulled him away.

Eventually, Donald's idiocy would break his neck. A blind man could see that this woman was anything but helpless, even without magic. He had to pull himself together not to laugh. "You're mouthing off as usual, nephew..." he commented dryly and led the witch down to the dungeons without criticizing her behavior.

He liked her fiery temper. She resembled him in that.

Now that he saw her in front of him, he did not have the heart to throw her into the darkest cell intended for "beings" like her, but led her to the one intended for noble prisoners. A little bigger and better equipped than the others. Almost a real room, but it remained a prison as the bars at the windows proved.

"A few days should teach you not to take what is not yours, Mrs..." He stopped. "I don't even know your name yet..." He looked at her expectantly.

Even his prisons were fancy! What a strange man. A room like this was better than she'd been sleeping in, as of late. If she had to be locked up... she supposed it could've been worse.

"... Magica De Spell." She finally answered. "Not that my name means much anymore..."

Her family name sounded very old. He thought he remembered hearing rumors about this magician family when he was a Beastmaster himself. The name matched her as perfectly as her first name.

She really was enchanting...

He turned his eyes away from her so as not to lose himself completely in hers. "I guess my name is well known to you, I am Scrooge McDuck, ruler of this town."

Carefully, he looked at her again. Meanwhile they were standing in the cell but he made no attempt to leave and lock it. "May I ask why such regret sounds in your voice? You carry a good, proud name and even if the last events were not in your favor, you will surely find a new way for yourself!"

The word "Surrender" was not in Scrooge McDuck's vocabulary.

Despite being his prisoner, she showed no sign of being afraid, and scoffed.

"Are you kidding? I nearly brought about the end of everything! I used the Beagle Boys like pawns in my schemes for power! You think anyone in their right mind would trust me? Did you think I was out in your forest for my own sense of fun? I was there because it was the only place left I could go! Everyone else either wants me dead or arrested!"

Scrooge liked her temperament and her courage but he did not let himself be taken for a fool.

He crossed his arms and gave her a dry look. "Are you sure you don't take too much credit for the whole fiasco? You forget my nephew was one of those who ended the war. From what I hear, the real mastermind behind it all was someone else. Who was just using the Beagle Boys and you for his schemes..."

His stern look became a little softer. Whenever he looked at her, he had to think about his dreams and the pleasant feeling they left him with.
"There is no need to pretend. I do not think you are weak just because you were not the leader. On the contrary, you probably would have gotten on further without the others. I just think destruction is no basis for power. Who wants to command a shattered remains?"

She turned her head away, not wanting to look at his deep eyes any longer. "I don't want your pity. I'm your prisoner, and nothing more. Just throw me in and be done with it. I can't sink any lower than this."

He laughed without humour for a moment. "Believe me, you can always sink deeper, and this is not the end." And he knew she felt the same way. Despite her dark words, a fire was in her eyes. The same fire that he saw in the mirror every day. He sensed they were alike but couldn't get through to her. At least not yet.

"I know you consider me your enemy at the moment, since you are my prisoner. "But you will not be in this cell forever. A few days should be enough to show the citizens that their complaints are being taken seriously and action taken. After that, I'd better not catch you stealing again..." A second time he wouldn't be able to let her off that easily and the thought hurt him.

He turned around, left the cell and locked it. "Think about what you will do with your life after your time here. There is always another way..." Scrooge McDuck knew that all too well. For he was born to poverty, and had fought his way to the top. "Good night, Magica..." Once more he gave her a long look, he found it hard to leave, and he didn't know why. Sure, she was stunningly beautiful but there was something else about her that immediately attracted him.

He grinned grimly as he made his way into his own bedroom. Foolish old man... he cursed himself.

Edited 2020-03-05 16:05 (UTC)

Magica sighed loudly, and flopped onto the bed - to think a prison cell would have a bed this nice! What would happen in these passing days? Prison life would be terribly boring, no doubt. And when she did get out - what then? Scrooge already had more faith in her future than she did.

What a strange man. Sleep was going to be difficult.

Scrooge had the same dream as every night. A witch performing magic, conjuring up meteor beasts. But this time he didn't wake up trying to reach her. He stepped forward and saw the figure with his back to him. Contrary to what he had expected, she was busy caressing the meteor beast, a raven as he now realized.

His steps made a noise and the figure turned around. Of course it was the witch as he had suspected. But this time his mind had enough information to shape her. "Magica..." He brought forth. She smiled and her lips moved as if she was speaking, but he couldn't hear a sound.

He reached out for her, but in that moment the dream image shattered and he woke up. His hand still stretched out he stared at the ceiling, the now familiar longing tightened his chest. "Magica..." he repeated in reality.

He turned his head to the side to see the clock that was in his room. It was very early in the morning. Seized by anxiety, he threw on his robe and went down to the dungeon. He stopped in front of Magica's cell and looked inside to make sure she was still there. What did his dreams want to tell him? And was he willing to listen to them? Thoughtfully he remained where he was.

Magica was fast asleep, it appeared, mostly curled up. But her own internal clock appeared to be ticking, as her eyelids twitched and morning came to her. She moved slowly to get up, yawning and running a hand through her hair.

"... Almost forgot where I was..."

Scrooge froze as the sleeping figure suddenly stirred. His wits advised him to sneak away before she noticed him. But instead, his eyes remained attached to her fingers, which ran through her shining hair.

He at least tried to give her a stern look. He was the lord of this castle, of this city. He was allowed to be here to look after things. To his chagrin, he felt his cheeks turn red with embarrassment from being caught.

She found his eyes, and pulled the covers back a bit. Having him there just as she woke up... if it was anyone else, she would've found it creepy. Not him, though. She wasn't sure why.

"What do you want now?"

He could hardly tell her the truth that he was dreaming about her. But he didn't want her to feel like a criminal that he was guarding. He wanted to find out if there were other sides to her.

The smile he had seen in his dream came to his mind, how he would love to see it on her in reality. If he was honest, this facial expression was difficult for him as well. Friendliness was understood too quickly as weakness. Something that he could not afford with rivals like Rockerduck and Glomgold.

But here alone with her, he instinctively felt he didn't have to pretend. He unlocked the cell to avoid having to talk to her through the bars, it felt wrong. "Forgive me if I frightened you.

I just had... a feeling... I wanted to make sure you were okay..." He smiled gently.

She raised an eyebrow. Unlocking the cell, and checking in on her? This was starting to feel less like imprisonment and more like a vacation.

"...I don't scare that easily." She huffed turning away.

He had to laugh softly at her pride. "Of course not. I suppose usually it's you who teaches others to fear you."

Somewhat embarrassed, he scratched the back of his head. "Would you tell me something about yourself? Were you born a witch or did you learn the art? Do you have family? - Someone you love?"

He added after a moment's hesitation, feeling his cheeks turn slightly red again. He coughed unsteadily.

"Excuse me if I seem curious, I have never met anyone like you before and would like to know more about your world. But especially about you."
Slipped out unintentionally. He didnt even notice, as he was so fascinated by her.

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