Nope, don't own 'em, don't make money off of 'em. Don't sue me Disney, you've
got better things to do with your time!
This story is simply to introduce my character into the general continuity of
the Ducks. This is the first story in a long series called The Dragon
Chronicles. Not every story in this series will be listed on FF.net, but all of
them are listed in chronological writing order on my webpage. If you'd like to
find out more about her or other characters that will appear later in this
series, visit my website at http://members.fortunecity.com/zeldathedragon
and go to the information page, and the rest of my stories can be found in the
Mighty Ducks – The Dragon Chronicles
Written by Zelda
"Welcome to Anaheim, home
of the... Mighty Frogs?!" An eye blinked as it read the billboard on the
side of the highway, the mechanical eyepatch that sat on the other side of it
following as well. Duke crossed his arms and stood uncomfortably on the
concrete sidewalk. A warm breeze blew over his orange bill, dipping through the
notch on one side. Where were they? Next to him, a hollow clinking sounded as
an ivory white-feathered duck walked up next to him, decked out in his white
battle armor. Duke glanced over at his leader as he pressed his gloved hands to
a golden mask, and scanned the surroundings cautiously.
"Anything Wildwing?" a
female voice sounded. A lean and muscular duck walked between them, running a
hand through her red hair. She glanced up at her leader with confused blue
"Nope... no sign of
anything here Mallory."
"That's odd." she
"I wonder where they got to
"Well... they could be
anywhere." A nasal sniffling came from the rear of the group. Tossing her
head to keep her upturned plumes of blonde hair out of her face as she leaned
over, another duck clad in a purple jumpsuit was tapping studiously at a metal
device that circled her wrist.
"Are you sure Tanya?"
"Well... I don't exactly
know...." she conceeded. "It's not like I have a map of this planet
"Yeah bro., where the heck
are we?" A lean Duck with long blonde hair frowned as he glanced up at his
brother. He rubbed the brown patch on his beak and looked around him curiously.
"Somewhere called Anaheim,
Nosedive." Wildwing started back to his younger brother.
"This is a place of
peace... I'm sensing nothing to cause bad vibes here." a deep voice said
gently. A huge, gray-brown duck shuffled his black shoulderpads and pressed his
hands together, bowing and closing his eyes in deep thought.
"Terrific there Grin."
Nosedive mumbled. "Maybe they still have incense on this planet."
whacked him on the arm.
shook his head. Here they were in another universe, a whole other dimension
from their home. And the only thing they knew about this planet was that their
enemies were here too.
"Well, it's nice out
here." Tanya commented.
"Yeah.... it's like
Puckworld.... with better weather." Mallory nodded.
closed his eyes. Puckworld. How were they ever going to get home? What would
they find when they did?
"Maybe we'd better scout
this area out." Wildwing started. "This area seems to be populated,
we should find out what life forms are on this planet."
"Well, they could be
hostile Wildwing." Tanya started. "They could be weird too. I mean,
we're talking like, giant slugs with hundreds of eyes!"
peered over a bush to see a flat concrete surface stretched before him.
Strange, bipedal creatures walking about carrying bags, going in and out of
shops. A mall! "I think we're talkin' serious civilization here
kiddies." he grinned.
"I agree with Tanya."
Wildwing said. "We're going to have to be really careful."
a palm tree nearby rustled. A dried frond fell onto the sidewalk.
"What's up there?"
Mallory asked, immediately skeptical. She reached down to the holster at her
hip, and curled a hand around her puck launcher. Her favorite weapon seemed to
give her confidence.
"Easy all of you... just
stay still." Duke hushed them. They stared up at the tree for a few
seconds before more movement could be seen.
"Ducks?" A voice
suddenly called from the treetop.
Ducks immediately started. Who on this planet knew of them? They drew their
weapons and aimed them at the tree.
"Please, you have no reason to fear me.... I am
a friend." A female voice.... it seemed good-natured enough.
leaves parted to reveal an animal face, purple and scaly. The creature slowly
opened two great, bat-like wings on the sides of her flanks, and glided down
onto the sidewalk. She was a lizard, about three feet tall, scaly and purple,
with four feet, blue eyes, and sharp claws. The Ducks immediately drew back.
"Please Ducks!" the animal panicked. "Allow me to introduce
myself. My name is Zelda, I am the leader of the last clan of dragons to
populate this planet."
frowned and kept his launcher up. "You look like a Saurian." he
"Wildwing, please believe
me. I know of your quest Ducks. I know of how the Saurians attacked your
planet. I know of the death of your leader, Canard." Wildwing paused.
Wildwing Flashblade had ignored
the tales of long ago as a story, a fairytale for children. He'd learned as a
youngster in school about how there was a great war thousands of years ago on
Puckworld. He'd been told of a race of lizards: Saurians, and how they had
suddenly taken the planet by storm. They cloaked themselves with alien
technology, and in a matter of days had leveled the planet. The Saurians
enslaved the citizens of Puckworld and made them work until they fell down
dead. It was one hero, by the name of Drake DuCaine, who fashioned a golden
Mask, technologically advanced enough to see through the Saurian cloaks. With
his band of rebel friends, they were somehow able to defeat the immense Saurian
forces, and lock them up in some type of a prison known as dimensional limbo. Great
story, but it had no mention of what became of DuCaine or the Mask. No real
proof of Saurian existence. Wildwing grew to think of the tale as a faded
legend. Besides, there were more important things. He strived to be as good a
goaltender in hockey as anyone. Hockey was his life, as were the lives of
practically everyone who lived on Puckworld. With his best friend, a center by
the name of Canard Thunderbeak, he grew into a young adult who focused only on
school and hockey. Wildwing's little brother Nosdive, though younger only by a
few years, was more childish. He believed the tales of Drake DuCaine, and spent
most of his time playing arcade games and reading comic books. Still, he had a
natural talent for hockey that his older brother envied. But history has a way
of cutting peaceful lives short, and Wildwing learned that he should have paid
more attention in history class.
Wildwing remembered the day of
the Saurian attack all too well. He, Canard, and Nosedive had just finished up
practicing in an alley near their homes, when suddenly the sky exploded in
flame. Buildings rocked and crumbled, debris flew everywhere. The three ran out
into the street to fnd huge, dinosaur-like robots toppling buildings and
herding Ducks like sheep. Terrified and ignorant, the three boys ran back into
the alley, only to be greeted by one of these robots face-to-face. There was a
massive explosion. Wildwing remembered flying through the air and hitting the
pavement hard. Nosedive was near him. The robot used its massive claws to pick
the two up and walk out of the alley. It dropped the two into a crowd of
panicking Ducks, all being jarred by smaller versions of the robots that
towered above. Anyone who tried to run was shot clean through with a laser.
Wildwing and Nosedive were powerless as they were handcuffed and shuffled off
in a line. Canard had disappeared.
The next three weeks were
painfully blurred. The Ducks were made to march in a line or toil a menial jobs
from dawn until dusk, with no food and no bed to sleep in at night. It was a
horrifying experience. Wildwing saw Ducks cut down before him for daring to
oppose the Saurian forces. He worked until he nearly fainted from exhaustion
every day. His brother fared worse, but Wildwing was eternally grateful that
Nosedive always walked behind him in line. He could keep an eye out for him.
Wildwing kept his ears open and slowly, started to learn about who these
Sarurians were. He learned that the last Saurian Overlord that survived from
limbo had somehow escaped, and ran his operations from a Master Tower that was
invisible to the eye. Wildwing also heard rumors of a Resistance force forming
from what little population was left free, but Wildwing never saw any signs of
them. Weak, starving and hopeless, he and all the others enslaved had their
spirits broken. History had repeated itself. He remembered the day when he
passed by the alley where he had been captured, and suddenly a hand reached out
and snagged him and his brother from the work lines. Canard! Wildwing remembered
how happy he was to see his best friend alive. Canard was decked in armor,
healthy, and happy to see his friends too. He told Wildwing that the Resistance
was real. He himself was the leader. And he had the one weapon that it would
take to defeat the Saurians. The Mask of Drake DuCaine! It was real! Wildwing
and Nosedive were both amazed. Canard had rescued Wildwing because he thought
he would be a good addition to the Resistance force. Unfortunately, Canard
wanted nothing to do with Nosedive or his teenage antics. Wildwing put his foot
down and refused to let Nosedive return to the work lines. Canard slowly
agreed, and both of them were in. He remembered meeting the others well: Tanya
Vanderflock the technology specialist, Mallory McMallard the member of the
Puckworld Special Forces, Grin who possessed strength like no other. Duke
L'Orange who was a former burglar, and now fought for good. It was a small, but
convincing team. Wildwing and his brother were given armor and weapons. They
would need them when they went after the Master Tower.
The raid on the Tower was
something that scared Wildwing senseless. He remembered taking the last
Aerowing that the Puckworld Aviation Forces had available up, and finding the
tower with Canard's Mask. It was a huge, red structure, just as dark and
hideous as the Saurians themselves. The rest of the team seemed so cool about
it, even Canard handled it with his usual ruggedness. He was almost relived
when Nosedive was ordered to stay behind with the Aerowing. At least he would
be safe. The inside of the tower was
huge, high, and smelled to high heaven. Wildwing was on his toes the
whole time they trooped through that place, as the team slowly split up,
Mallory and Tanya leaving to set the bomb. And so the four guys trooped on,
finally stopping outside Dragaunus's chamber door. Then the bombshell, Canard
had wanted Wing to serve as the bait! The only reason he was on that team was
to draw Draggy out. He had never felt so small... that is of course until the
Saurian Overlord himself, towering several feet above his head and cloaked in
his invisibility shield, came out to face the bait. Wildwing remembered
freezing up in terror as the huge lizard plucked him up and hauled him off with
little resistance. In a matter of minutes he was strapped into a lowering
platform... lowering him into an incineration chamber. And he remembered how
sick to his stomach he felt as he sank helplessly down, the huge red Overlord
staring down at him and laughing. It could have ended there... that could have
Of course, it wasn't. Somehow,
the Ducks he had left behind fought their way through Dragaunus's three
henchmen, known as Seige, The Chameleon, and Wraith. Duke risked his own
feathers to heroically swoop down and pull Wildwing from death's jaws. And just
then, the explosives Tanya and Mallory set went off by accident. The oversight
made it imperative to escape from the tower, and as the walls crumbled around
them, Nosedive piloted the airship to make a quick pickup and save them all. Unfortunately,
Dragaunus and his henchmen had also managed to get out. As the tower went up in
a plume of explosions, their warship, the Raptor, sailed off into the sky. And
Canard followed it. Wildwing was alarmed at first... he knew that the
demolition of the master tower meant the end to the conquest of Puckworld. But
Canard wanted to take down Draguanus himself. To escape the Ducks as they
pursued, Dragaunus used his gateway generator to open another dimensional
portal. The Ducks followed him in there too. And so, he released from his ship
an electromagnetic worm. In the confines of the dimensional portal, it engulfed
the Aerowing and tried to swallow it whole. The team was in a panic, as was he.
The creature wouldn't be satisfied until it consumed a substancial amount of
matter. Standing at the helm of the ship, he was puzzling over the situation,
when suddenly someone opened the airlocked side door. Wildwing glanced back
over his shoulder to see it was Canard standing there.
The memories still haunted him
freshly. He could still see Canard in his mind as he bluntly told Wildwing what
his plans were. HE was going to be the matter that dislodged the worm from the
ship. There was no time and no other way. Wing couldn't even to protest before
Canard closed his eyes and leapt. Of course he was grabbed and Wing tried to
save him.... of course Wing had struggled.... he saw the look in the eyes of
his best friend as the only thing that connected the two was the golden Mask.
Canard looked at him with pleading eyes, and let go... the only thing Wildwing
brought back onto the ship with him was the Mask. The worm faded away, and was
no longer a problem.
The pain was fresh, and the
event was fresh as well. Canard may well have... died... His best friend... the
team captain. Wildwing had to shake it out of his mind to continue thinking...
of how the Raptor emerged on the other side of the gateway, and so did the
Aerowing. And now the team was here. On a strange planet, leaderless, with this
strange creature. Their quest.... was Dragaunus's destruction. That was what
Canard had sacrificed himself for.... that was why the team was here.
both have a common goal, Mighty Ducks." The dragon broke Wildwing's
thoughts. Immediately Mallory stepped up to the creature that stood only as
high as her knee. "How do you know about us?" she snapped.
paused. "I have my ways." she said slowly. "You see, the Saurian
race and the dragon race are linked by common ancestry. Millions of years ago,
great lizards called dinosaurs roamed this earth, from which both Saurians and
dragons were born. But a comet slammed into this planet 65 million years ago,
leaving a wave of devastation. A small number of dragons hid in a cave in the
frozen north, and they were the only dragons to survive a great disease that
nearly made us extinct. It killed all of our dinosaur ancestors... and we
thought it killed the Saurians too."
"Well were you ever
wrong." Nosedive snorted.
"We never knew they had
somehow left the planet... until now." the dragon shook her head.
"Somehow, they must have invented a method for dimensional travel. You
unfortunately know the rest. Now, Dragaunus is the only Overlord left. And he
wishes to destroy the very planet that bore his kind."
"That's you're bit with him
eh?" Duke asked.
dragon nodded. "We dragons protect our home... as you did." she drew
herself up proudly.
"So you want to join
us." Wildwing was obviously doubtful.
reasoned. "You are on an alien planet, with a new human race to adapt to.
This planet is large and it's history and present are both diverse and
confusing. I know this earth like the back of my wing. I can help you settle in
here... the humans trust my kind... ask them yourself." the dragon paused.
"We have common goals. I will fight against Dragaunus tooth and claw with
or without you. But you are the only six on this planet who have the knowledge
and the experience to take the Saurians down for good. Together, with our
combined forces... we can have the advantage." The dragon spoke gently,
with pleading eyes.
rubbed his beak in thought, then signaled for the team to huddle.
"Well?" he asked.
"No way." Mallory
snorted. "That... thing... looks like a Saurian. How doe she know our
story?! She could be a spy!"
"I dunno Wing." Duke
shook his head. "She does have a point... but it is risky."
"I think she's right big
bro... I mean... those humans are gonna freak when they see us. How are we
gonna find Draggy without their help?"
"She's telling the
truth." Grin said simply.
"And how do you know
that?" Tanya asked.
"I can tell." Grin
bowed his head. "She has a noble soul. She'll be of great help to
us." Wildwing still thought.
"But she could be a
spy!" Mallory reasserted, stubbornly. "We wouldn't be able to turn
our backs on her for a second!"
we have now." The amusement in Duke's Brooklyn accent was evident as
Mallory looked up at him. He was absolutely right. If she wanted a shot at the
huddling team, she certainly had it.
frowned. "Alright... we'll let her in, but
we'll keep her at a wing's length. I don't trust her either. She'll have to
prove herself." The Duck turned around and folded his arms before the
dragon. "Welcome to the team." he spoke gruffly.
She smiled back a him, her teeth glittering but her
eyes honest. "These are unfortunate circumstances, in which you'll be
introduced to Earth." she looked out over the path. "It is such a
beautiful planet, yet human cities... well... they are not the place for me.
Still, I know this one pretty well."
"Where are we,
exactly?" Tanya peered down at her.
"This is the city of
Anaheim, in a state called California. Humans have fashioned a rather
complicated way of dividing up the lands and seas here, perhaps later would be
a better time to explain."
"Are those things
humans?" Dive pointed to the people walking amidst the mall.
they're UGLY!" he started to laugh.
Zelda chuckled in response. "Think what you may of
them, they're the dominant species on this planet. So I guess you could say
that you don't want to make them mad. They've never had true contact with an
alien species before, and they tend to fear what they don't understand."
sense to me." Duke watched the people as they were off shopping.
is weird." Mallory shook her head. "I mean… they really do look kinda like us!
Without the feathers and beaks and stuff."
way…" A grin was spreading across Nosedive's beak as he spoke. "Tell me that's
not a comic book shop over there!"
looked across the mall to a storefront, overshadowed by a giant sign that read
'Captain Comics'. "Yes, that is." she nodded.
Nosedive cheered. "They got comics on this planet! I'm so there!" He jumped up
and walked right through the bushes, onto the pavilion of the mall.
get back here!" Wildwing hissed. "We've gotta stay hidden!"
looked at the people nervously as they began to notice the young Duck amongst
them, and weren't too sure what to make of him at all. "I think he'll be alright,
but we should go with him. Come on." she gestured quickly, and began to pace
out through the bushes.
that little punk is gonna get us killed." Mallory growled, glaring at Nosedive.
little punk is my brother." Wildwing folded his arms. "We know how to defend
ourselves if we get into a skirmish. Let's just go."
by one, the team filed out of the brush, and walked across the mall. It was
obvious that they were nervous, staring at all the people that were looking
curiously back at them. One small child broke from its mother and approached
are you from Disneyland?" the little girl asked in amazement.
land?" Grin repeated, not understanding.
was quick to back Grin up, smiling gently at the girl and coming right up to
her. "You could say that. Now go on, your mother's probably looking for you."
She shooed the girl back to her impatiently waiting mother. Now that they had
heard Zelda's answer, most of the people were walking nonchalantly off.
Disney land?" Grin looked down at the diminutive Zelda.
a theme park, just over the highway there." Zelda pointed into the distance.
"They have characters that dress up in costumes, so I guess she thought you
were in costume too."
there's a good cover!" Duke remarked.
on you guys, we've got some catching up to do…" Wildwing waved them on, seeing
that Nosedive had long since disappeared into the comics store. As he pushed
open a swinging glass door, he saw two very odd looking young humans,
cowering behind a desk with a cash register to his right. "Nosedive?" he
here bro!" Nosedive waved from a rack of comics. "You should see some of the
stuff they got here!"
rolled his eyes and followed his brother as the rest of the team filed in.
behind the counter, a human girl with a mohawk of purple hair started to stand
up. "You---you guys are aliens… right?" she stuttered.
be scared!" Nosedive waved at her, smirking. "We've totally come for your
A young man stood up with her. "Awesome!"
Thrash!" the girl turned to him. "They're like, from Mars!"
really." Tanya told them, pausing at their rather strange clothing and hair
color. "From another dimension, actually."
more cool!" the girl celebrated. "It's like, totally an honor. I'm Mookie, and
this is Thrash." she gestured to the man beside her.
we run this place." he nodded.
gotta hang with you dudes more often!" Nosedive grinned.
the three were conversing, the rest of the team was exploring the shop. Duke
picked up a plastic watergun, peering at the device as he turned it over.
Mallory started. "That could be this planet's version of a standard blaster!"
squeezed the trigger, shooting water across the shop, and all over Grin's face.
big Duck looked surprised for a moment, then wiped himself off.
must have some interesting wars on this planet." Wildwing commented with a
light smirk. "But I'm wondering if they've got any hockey."
guys into hockey?" Thrash overheard the conversation.
could say that." Mallory smirked. "We kinda eat, drink, and live the sport.
Know anywhere that we could play around here?"
I ever, follow me my fellow dudes and dudettes!" Thrash waved them towards a
door in the back, and pushed it open to reveal that it was an exit to the back
side of the strip mall. In the distance, between the fronds of palm trees, a
large salmon pink building rose up across the street. It had a teal roof, and a
large green glass archway that spanned a good half of one face. "The Anaheim
Pond!" He declared, pointing at it. "Best hockey arena in town… and also the
looks like a nice building." Wildwing commented. "Why would it be empty?"
trotted out beside him, and looked up. "The team moved across the country, to
New Jersey." she shook her head. "Not too much of a shame, they were really
never that good anyway."
even attract enough fans to fill the building." Thrash snorted. "But they run
an open rink now, for anyone who wants to play."
nodded, looking back towards the rest of his team. "We need to play hockey to
keep our edge around here. I think we should check it out."
nice meetin' ya." Thrash nodded to them. "Seriously, come back here and chill
anytime you wanna!"
follow up on that offer bro!" Nosedive waved, as he and the others started off
across the street.
team's shadow fell across a solitary man. He was alone in the complex, as there
were almost no cars in the parking lot and nobody on the sidewalk around the
building. This short, fat man was thumbing through papers in a briefcase,
totally unaware of the Ducks until they blocked his sun. But when he looked up,
he screamed out, startled, and rolled back a bit. Once he got used to the
light, he looked at them, and wasn't scared at all.
don't do that to me!" he wiped his brow. "If you're looking for the theme park,
it's just across the freeway."
here to play hockey." Wildwing corrected rather gruffly.
in costume?" he raised an eyebrow.
not in costume." Zelda explained, weaving through the legs of several Ducks, to
face the human. "I'll explain, if you'll let us in."
man took another look at the Ducks, then shrugged. "It's a free country." he
said. "Come on, I'll show you in."
name's Phil Palmfeather." the man explained, as he sat down on a locker room
bench next to Wildwing. The leader was busy gearing up to play, and while he
strapped on his leg pads, seemed to try and ignore the man. "Yeah, you're right,
there was another team here before, I was their manager. They picked up and
moved to Piscataway, decided to replace me at the same time." he huffed. "So
I've been hanging around here for months, just trying to find a bunch of
players good enough to get the NHL to warrant starting a franchise up here
NHL?" Wildwing asked.
Hockey Leauge, you've never heard of it?" Phil said. "Anyway, they won't start
up another team unless they feel they can pull in enough fans. So until then,
I'm out of a job."
that's really unfortunate and all, but can we play now?" Wildwing stood,
pulling a spare practice jersey on over his gear.
sure! But, umm, there's kind of a complication with that…"
Zelda called from the tunnel that led out of the locker room and to the ice.
"The rink's kinda occupied at the moment…"
As the team charged out onto the
ice to face the mangy, scraggly band of hockey players that currently held
authority over it, Zelda found her way up into the stands. But not too far. She
was very carefully watching the Ducks, and in observing them, was starting to
learn the natures and habits of each. The team was freshly formed, just like
she had heard. But there was already a warmth, a sense of cooperation and
respect between them. As she rubbed her mandible in thought, Phil came down and
sat next to her, watching with a little nervousness.
"So, you with them?" he asked,
glancing over for a moment as crunching noises reigned from the ice.
"I suppose I am." Zelda nodded,
smiling a little. Indeed, Wildwing had said that she was part of the team. And
what a part she would have to play, especially in the coming weeks. Getting a
small band of alien Ducks to feel at home on a planet like this wouldn't be
easy to accomplish. But she had the feeling that they would grow to like it on
Earth. After all, they didn't seem to be too distantly separated from humans.
"Yeah well, these guys actually
look good!" Phil was chattering away. "These goons have been taking up the
stadium for weeks, never let another group so much as get in a period. But
these Ducks sure are showin' them up!"
They possessed a great deal of
strength, when they were all united. Zelda flattened her ears in thinking about
their missing leader. There could be a space for her to fill on this team.
Whatever she could do to help, she'd be willing. She was looking at the only
six creatures on the entire planet who had any ability to combat the remnants
of the once mighty Saurian empire.
Phil reached into his pocket and
pulled out his cell phone, quickly starting to dial. "These guys are terrific!"
he grinned. "I'm gonna call up the NHL board members right now, I think we've
got ourselves a new team! The heck with the Mighty Frogs, Anaheim's gonna have
some Mighty Ducks as a replacement!"
Zelda smiled, turning back to
watch the team that she was now a part of. Yes, they were here to stay. Today
the world would have to welcome a new breed of heroes altogether. She felt that
they would be far from disappointed.