Ducktales: Donald's Daughter

Chapter 3: Thunder Storm

"Oh, great idea, Diane," Diane said to herself as she marched up what she hoped was the main road. She'd been hiking uphill for the past hour, with no sign of anything that looked like a mansion. And it was getting darker, and not because of the rain clouds. "Go play baseball instead of finding your dad! Why do I have to be so competitive..."

The sky, in response, let a few droplets of rain fall on top of her. Looking upwards, Diane studied the sky. She felt a few more drops of rain fall on her face - and hurriedly took of her pack. Digging around, she found the packaged rain slicker she'd gotten at ticket station kiosk before she left. She would have brought her rain coat but...she didn't have enough room in her backpack for that.

Slipping her backpack back on, she opened up the rain slicker package and put it over her. It was an adult size, and was able to effectively cover Diane and her backpack. Pulling up the hood, she glanced back up at the sky and started hiking back up the hill.

"Should have brought a flashlight..." She muttered, folding her arms under the slicker and marching forward. She would have used her phone but...she'd turned it off so her mom couldn't track it.

Not that Daisy wouldn't guess where she'd gone - it would only take a few days before she realized Diane was gone. And it'd take maybe a day to get to Duckburg from New Duck City if she went by plane, maybe two days by bus or boat. And with only a week or so free from her mom, Diane had to spend her time wisely. Unlike today...when she played a game of ball instead of looking for the main road.

The weather seemed to agree with her, as a flash of lighting pierced the sky, followed by a deep rumble of thunder. Jumping, Diane started moving faster. Usually she liked thunderstorms. She enjoyed calling out when the thunder would sound after the lightning flashed, and calling which skyscraper would be hit by lightning.

But being out here in the storm, with rain now pouring down her slicker - she found she didn't like it as much. With a sigh, she trudged onwards, thanking whoever it was who made the road that the white stripes stood out in the dark. At least she wouldn't get lost from the road.

Diane spent what felt like hours trudging along the on the side of road...her feet getting cold and wet and muddy - and stubbing her feet multiple times. Each time her foot hit a rock, she wanted to kick something. But kicking a rock wouldn't do any good...so instead she bit down the rage and moved on...

Up until she hit her foot for the umpteenth time. With a snarl of rage, she stomped onto the road itself, not in the middle, but close on the side. She glanced behind her, and then in front...and when she didn't see any cars she continued her march upwards.

"Not gonna get my feet now, are you, ya stupid rocks," Diane said in a mocking voice, smiling a little to herself. Rocks on a paved road like this were unlikely. Diane continued to march onwards, letting her mind drift to how she should introduce herself. She began to practice her introductions to her dad under her breathe. "Hi, dad - remember me? No, that's too formal...Hello, is there a Donald Duck home? Why do I want to see him? Can't you tell - I'm his daughter, Diane Duck...wait, no, everyone says I look like mom..."

She spent the next few hours practicing her first impressions, finally deciding she'd decide on what to say when she finally met her dad. Because, if he moved once, he could do it again. She didn't want to get her hopes up or anything.

"How far is this Mansion anyway?" Diane said, stopping and pulling down her hood. She didn't care if the rain soaked her hair - the stupid hood was blocking her vision and impairing her hearing a little. Looking around, she squinted ahead...was that a light?

Leaving her hood off she ran towards the light, failing to notice the one rock that sat on the road. Up until she stepped on it. Letting out a yelp, she shook the rock out, and then with a limp continued to run for the lights. She began to slow down, however, when she realized the lights were getting closer...like, too close too fast.