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”Hello, Magica. Missed me?”
The cold shiver ran down her spine as Magica was forced to meet the golden eyes of a man standing over her. The smile he gave at her was almost gentle, seducing, as if he was looking at his lover after years of separation, a thought that send new shiver through Magica’s body.
“Gladstone Gander” Magica spat his name out like it was venom on her tongue. “You gormless, black-hearted maggot. How?”
Opposite on their purpose, the insults only made the goose smirk grew wider and he cleaned closer, allowing Magica to see clearly all those luck and protection bringing symbols waved on his deep green cravat with thin golden strings.
“Oh, come on now, Sparky. I’m sure your already figured it out.” Gladstone purred then moved his gaze higher, to look at something behind her. “After all, despite all his charm, Green Bean here wasn’t exactly subtle on his task getting closer to you through that little niece of yours”
Magica fought against the itch to turn her head and check the green glad duckling who had fainted almost immediately after catching the amulet that had once been this man’s prison. She had indeed suspected there had been something off in that boy, but it had been easy to forget when the kid had two identical brothers to cause mayhem around the mansion with the girls. But she would have never even imagined that one of her favourite rival’s great nephews would have worked with Gander.
“You got you stupid body back, so leave us alone!” The boy’s angry voice quaked and Magica saw a figure of white and green -much brighter than the cloth around the goose’s neck and the magical clover brooch, newly secured over his heart- move at the edge of her sight.
“Yes, Get lost. You manky tosser!”
Gladstone’s low chuckle filled the room and he straightened his back, at last taking the golden knob of his walking stick away under Magica’s beak. Hitting the cane against the wooden flooring, the area around him cracked like a glass, and a familiar symbol appeared under him. Something Magica had hoped to see never again.
“Oh, Love. You hurt my feelings” Gander’s words were like velvet as the toxic green mist started to creak from the cracks and floated towards the two ducks with alarming speed.
The boy let out a terrified gasp, and without truly thinking about her actions, Magica spun around to shield the youngling from the magical attack with her body. Without her amulet, she had little to nothing power to fight against the dark magic her former student had embraced, leaving Magica to feel herself powerless and angry. But the gods knew she wasn’t going to let little thing like that to stop her from doing her everything to protect others from corrupted magic.
But instead of bringing them harm, Gladstone’s spell bend and started to circulate them, creating a dome around the ducks to prevent them from escaping or harming the dark sorcerer as he moved towards the windows to gaze the night sky and Jupiter on its highest peak. “I just came back.”