Big Daddy Donny P's Finest Hour

Chapter 7

A sudden gust made Donald tumble out of the sky and land in the ocean. He wasn't sure of how much time had passed since he first set out, but apparently he had fallen asleep mid-flight, being jostled awake by the sudden sensation of salty, cool water on his feathers. He tried to swim to the surface of the water to get his bearings, but wave after wave bore down on him. It seemed as though the very force of nature was against him, not wishing for his mission to succeed.

He tried his best to fight against the current, occasionally sneaking in a breath here and there but mostly his struggle was to no avail. The most he could tell was that he was caught in a heavy storm - something he did not at all expect from this ocean. The waves were anything but pacific in his eyes - they were dangerous and uninviting, not willing to let anyone fly above its domain or traverse through its waters.

5 minutes of struggle had passed and soon he began to slip, his body failing him as he sunk deeper and deeper into the water. He was clearly going to drown. As his consciousness began to fade and his lungs let out the last bit of air he had left in him, his eyes suddenly began to glow white. His unconscious body had focused all of his energy into the air, beckoning it to form a sphere around his body and cool the water that it touched into ice, effectively making a frozen capsule of protection around him.

Above the waters of the Pacific, the world began to move as he was stuck and frozen in time. Countries began to lock themselves down. People were placed in quarantine. All the world was crying out, wishing that someone, anyone could help them. But their cries fell upon deaf ears. Avatar Donald, master of all four elements and president of the State University of New York at New Paltz, was unable to heed their cries. He was stuck, trapped in ice, and unconscious.

Even now, they still look for him to this very day, hoping that one day their world will indeed be saved and returned to normal.