Hope From Among The Stars

3: Shattered Memories

Ok. This will be a really long chapter, so bare with me here. This one will also have a LOT of angst near the end. And possibly heavy amounts of tears. Enjoy ya'll

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The next morning came rather quickly. Which was, honestly, really surprising. That never usually happens.  I wasn't really well rested, but at least actually going to sleep was easier last night. Hmm, what time is it? I usually don't sleep past 9 on most days. Yesterday I woke up around 7, which wasn't rare, but not common either. I turned my head toward the nightstand, to my right, specifically. My alarm clock read 12:03 pm. "Huh, I slept a few minutes past noon? That's not entirely easy to do." I said to myself.  Welp, I guess I was awake now. I think today would be a good day to just stay home instead of doing much. I'll probably watch some TV, or read a book, or write for a little bit. I like writing: I'm not the best when it comes to thinking of ideas of what to write about. But when I do, people always seem to enjoy. I also enjoy playing the drums, or the piano, too!  I took a few music classes in school. Donald took a guitar class for a few years. I don't remember whether or not he was any good at it, but he enjoyed it. So, being the best friend that I could be, supported him through it. Della wasn't one for music all that much. She enjoyed listening to it, but not playing. She did  however take a piano class at one point. I don't exactly remember if it was a school class, or if it was just private lessons. She didn't really like playing too much, but watching and listening to her play classical music always made me smile. She was REALLY  good at playing the piano, honestly. She never did enjoy the lessons she took: said it was basically just something for her to do when not thinking about going out on some crazy adventure. 

I wandered out of room and down the stairs that marked the end of the hallway. I realized my house wasn't that big for like 20 people, but the Duck family always seemed to fit in nicely here. There wasn't much space in comparison between the acres I had here and the size of McDuck Manor though. Donald and Della had to move in with their Uncle Scrooge a couple years before I met them. They said something about a bad thing happening to their parents:  Hortense McDuck and Quackmore Duck. They also said something about a firecracker being involved in their first weekend with Scrooge. That and the Papyrus of Binding. A paper that could basically give you anything you wanted, but you have to be specific. It's literally dangerously literal. One wrong word and you could die from whatever you had written down. I hadn't met the Ducks at that time yet. About 3 or 4 years before, I think. I believe all three of us were in middle at that point when I met them. 

Anyway, I was beginning to get a bit hungry. So, I walked into the kitchen to make myself some pancakes. Pancakes were always one of, if not, Della's favorite food(s). Which always made me happy to make for her on Saturday morning when we hanging out. In that time, I still had a huge array of romantic feelings towards her. I didn't get the chance to tell her though. I was going to wait until her boys were hatched, as a surprise kind of thing, to tell her how I felt. But then she took the Spear of Selene, disappeared, and I never saw her again. Just thinking about that made my heart hurt. But I shouldn't get too upset right now. I needed  to eat something. ANYTHING! Ok, making pancakes was easy enough, right? I haven't done it in a while. It's been a few months. I looked over the box of pancake mix. Just the usual ingredients. flour, water, salt, egg whites, etc. Making the batter was easy for the time being. I set my griddle to a hot temperature, one good enough for cooking. I poured the mix into a bowl, add the oil and water, got out 3 eggs and separated the whites into the bowl. I then opened a small cupboard and dug around for a hand mixer, which to no avail was not in the one I was searching through. "Oh, come on. It's gotta be here somewhere. I just gotta look harder." I said through gritted teeth. I searched around the whole kitchen, but still couldn't locate it. "Phooey. Great, guess I'll have to use a sp-" As soon as I opened the last cupboard, the one that held my silverware drawer, there it was. Just sitting in plain view. "REALLY?!? ALL THAT WORK AND IT WAS JUST SITTING RIGHT HERE?!? ARGHHHHHH!!!" I nearly shouted. It had been about 3 minutes of looking, and as I tried to get up off of the ground, I put my hand on the counter for support.