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Currently, Lena Saberwing, formerly DeSpell, sat on her new bed. Since Webby and Violet rescued her from the Shadow Realm, she has lived with Violet and her dads.
As the former shadow of the wicked Magica DeSpell, Lena was finally thrilled to have loving friends and family. However, suffering her fifteenth year of abuse under her 'aunt' left deep scars on her heart and soul.
But now, that was all in the past. She had everything she could ever want. Still, even though she'd had a new family and home, she couldn't help but think back on her old life.
She was thinking about her 'birth' from Magica and Scrooge's battle for the dime. Once she came into existence, she acted like a newborn in many ways.
It took a long time to get from the battlefield to civilization. When she got to the nearest town, she'd been ravenous. But, of course, she didn't have any currency on her. Thus, she tried to use the five-finger discount.
Of course, she got caught quickly. When the responding police officer asked for her name, she panicked, looked around, and saw "Lena" on a poster outside a nearby retail store.
The policeman figured she was a runaway and took her back to the station. Lena overheard they were planning to place her in foster care. She didn't like the sound of that. And so, using magic, she escaped and began her life.
From the start,
Aunt Magica encouraged her to do evil deeds while abusing her. Aunt Magic never stops berating and demanding her to fulfill her purpose. Each memory seared into her heart and soul forever.
One of the worst memories was when she'd been technically four years old. It was Lena's first time at a park. She was sitting on a park bench, minding her own business.
But the sound of children laughing and playing kept distracting her. Then, finally, one sight caught her attention more then any other. A young mother was slowly coxing her young daughter to try the swing.
The little girl was nervous, but her mother encouraged and slowly helped the child overcome her fear until the little girl started to swing for the first time.
Seeing a loving and patient mother with her child tore at her heartstrings. But, considering Aunt Magica never showed her love or affection. She couldn't help but cry.
A man pushing an ice cream cart heard her as she sat there crying. "Are you okay there?" he asked her, which surprised Lena that someone would be concerned about her.
"I'm okay, sir, just a little lonely."
"Looks like you could use some cheering up. Would you like some ice cream?"
"I don't have any money, sir."
"It's okay. You look like you could use a treat to pick up your spirits. What would you like?"
"Um, can I have a chocolate fudge cone?"
"Sure," the vendor gave her a giant ice cream cone. She thanked him for cheering him up. She managed to hold off Aunt Magica long enough to finish her cone.
After she was done eating her ice cream, Aunt Magica's degrading lecture and the fact she would've struck her if she had a body made sure Lena stayed away from parks for a long time.
Though she never forgot that moment. That started her deep, burning passion for real life and family. However, she thought that never happened.
The next memory that stood out was when she'd been ten. Once again, she'd been caught by the police, and this time, she'd been sent to boarding school. It'd been a Catholic boarding school, Saint Maria's Ladies Academy.
She hated being forced to wear a school uniform and follow strict rules. Like before, she never had any friends. The teachers also found her disrespectful, inattentive, and not putting the work into her academics.
She suffered for two years before she finally managed to plan and escape. It was the closest she felt to freedom running in that awful place. She eventually came to Duckburg and made a home for herself under the stage under the old abandoned theater.
All she had to do from that point was survive until she had an opportunity to fulfill her purpose and get her to wish for freedom. But when she finally met Webby and the boys, she started to feel that warm fuzzy feeling again. Everything slowly fell into place, and now she had everything she wanted.
Aunt Magica could no longer abuse her and finally had a home and family. Now that she was a living duck, not a shadow, she could eventually age like an average person. Life was good, and hopefully, the future would look brighter. All that was for sure. She had everything she wanted and couldn't ask for more.